I was walking through the shiny halls of the Baxter Building, boots echoing on the spotless floor like I owned the place. Seven days in this spot now, and the Fantastic Four had been as welcoming as you could expect to a giant, eight-and-a-half-foot stranger like me. My HUD flickered on in the corner of my vision, overlaying the building's layout with power readings from all the gadgets scattered around. But what really made me smile was what wasn't there—no sign of the Butcher's Voice in my head nagging me like usual. Maybe I'd finally shut that thing up?
Turning a corner, I caught sight of a familiar figure—Iron Man, looking cool as always, his faceplate up like he'd just stepped out of a comic book. The moment I saw Tony Stark's grin, I felt a buzz like I'd been waiting forever to meet him. "Welcome to the party, pal!" he boomed, full of swagger. "Been keeping an eye on your little vacation here."
I squinted, trying to act chill but definitely interested. "You and S.H.I.E.L.D., huh? I'm just passing through, no need to get all hyped over me." My HUD was busy crunching the numbers on his suit, running damage predictions in case things got ugly. The Butcher's Voice had been quiet for a while but now stirred, tempting me with thoughts of chaos and destruction.
Tony's eyes narrowed behind his helmet. "You've got quite the rep with S.H.I.E.L.D.," he said, a bit more serious now. "And for good reason. You're not someone they take lightly."
I shrugged. "Guess Mr. Fantastic had to tell someone." It was obvious Reed had been talking to Tony behind my back. No one just gets to crash with the Fantastic Four without some serious background checks. Meanwhile, the Butcher's Voice was getting louder, whispering about the epic destruction we could unleash if we fought.
Then, from down the hall, I heard the Thing grumbling, "Aw, c'mon, Reed! Can't this wait? I'm in the middle of football here!" His voice shook the walls, which definitely weren't built for his complaining. Reed's calm reply floated back: "It's important, Ben. We need the TV for Iron Man's… situation."
Tony and I headed into the Fantastic Four's war room. The Thing stopped what he was doing and looked at us like we'd just ruined his day. "What's the deal?" he grunted. "Someone's gonna have to make up for cutting into my free time."
Reed was already at the screens, eyes bright behind his glasses. "Tony," he said, greeting him warmly, "I've been listening to the audio you sent over." He pointed to a grainy hologram of Thunderbolt Ross looping on the screen. "It's kinda cryptic, but there's something important here."
The Butcher's Voice buzzed in my head, running through all the ways I could turn this into a fight. I forced it down and asked, "What's he talking about?"
Reed paused the video and sighed. "The message's encrypted. We need to figure out who Ross is talking to—and why." He tapped the keyboard, zooming in on Ross's mouth, but the words still didn't make sense. Like someone crumpled the message and hoped we could read it anyway.
I stepped closer. "Can't you just, you know, science it?"
Reed chuckled, shaking his head. "It's not that simple. This encryption's like nothing we've seen before."
We all stared at the hologram, futures spinning out like tangled mirrors. The Butcher's Voice begged me to tear the place down, but I kept my head. Suddenly, the lights flickered and died.
"What the—" Reed's voice cut off as the room went silent except for the low whine of backup generators kicking in. My HUD exploded into red alerts flashing: SYSTEM COMPROMISED. The Butcher's Voice laughed, clearly enjoying the chaos.
Lights popped back on, screens blinking alive. Reed's face went pale with realization. "Trojan," he breathed. "It's been hiding in the file we were working on. Triggered when we paused it."
Tony's chestplate glowed yellow as he made the call. Maria Hill's hologram appeared, urgency written all over her face. "We have a problem," she said flatly. "Red Hulk just landed near Monument Valley."
"How bad?" Tony asked, switching into business mode.
Maria didn't flinch. "He's causing quakes. If we don't stop him, it won't just be a tourist trap wiped out—San Francisco could flood."
The Butcher's Voice whispered in my head, A fight with Red Hulk? Legendary. Imagine the destruction. I shivered and pushed the thought away. Legendary or not, I wasn't keen on dying fighting an Outerversal Hulk when I was barely a planet buster.
Tony's jaw clenched. "We can't let this happen. I'm putting together a team to stop him."
The Butcher's Voice flipped out, buzzing, This is your chance! Show the world what you've got! I clenched my teeth, holding it back.
Maria looked me over. "Is that... Conquest?" she asked.
Tony nodded. "Yeah. He's a guest of the Fantastic Four."
Maria's eyes narrowed as if weighing me up. I could tell I was making an impression, but she stayed professional.
Tony snapped, "Focus, Maria."
The Thing, fired up despite earlier grumbling, said, "I'm in. Let's go kick some Hulk ass!" The Human Torch was already blazing.
I stayed back, running battle scenarios in my head, weighing risks. The Butcher's Voice begged me to join, but logic said no. I knew Hulk power too well—not my fight right now. Tony and the Four had the gear and experience.
Tony looked at me like he wanted an answer. The tension was thick. I kept it cool. "I'll pass," I said. "Got some personal stuff to handle."
The Butcher's Voice screamed inside me, but I shut it down. I knew the fight would break me. Not today.
As Tony suited up and the Thing got ready, I felt a pinch of jealousy. My HUD flashed rewards if I joined, but I kept my cool. "Be careful," I said as they left.
Reed turned, disappointed but curious. "You're not coming?"
"Nope. Not my fight," I said, voice steady. Fighting Red Hulk? Hell no. I was strong, but not that strong. The others had it covered.
With the team gone, the Baxter Building was quiet except for the soft beep of machines. I wandered down the hall through Reed's labs, full of gadgets and Dinosaur's stuff. One door was open. Dino was hunched over a workbench, tail flicking as he tinkered.
"What you working on?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
Dino glared, holding up some weird device that looked like it could toast bread or rip a hole in space-time. "Just tinkering," he growled.
I leaned in, watching his claw-like fingers. "Reed's a huge help, huh?"
Dino nodded. "That guy's mind's a puzzle. Keeps solving itself."
I smirked. "You're not so bad yourself." I could upgrade my mind with Timeless Mind, but for some reason, I didn't want to. Viltrumites conquer with power, not overthinking.
Dino laughed, shaking the air with a deep rumble. "Got a lot to learn to keep up with Reed, but I'm trying."
Before I could say more, the Butcher's Voice hissed, Look at Susan Storm. So vulnerable, so... tempting. My eyes drifted down the hall where Sue was tending to her kids. So human, so delicate in that Fantastic Four suit hugging every curve. It didn't match the powerhouse she could be.
Still, I felt a pang of something. Not just lust—curiosity. What's it like to have someone waiting for you after a day of destroying worlds? Never crossed my mind before. But there she was, kind and warm with her kids, and it stirred something new.
But the Butcher's Voice didn't care about feelings. You can have her. Show her what a conqueror really is. Tempting. Too tempting. I fought it.
I kept walking, eyes on Sue. She was so absorbed in mothering, she didn't even notice me. It was like a family sitcom, but with superheroes. I saw the weight in her eyes, even with all their powers. It was kind of adorable.
Reed was in his own world—lab coat flying, dodging machines, lost in invention. Anxiety didn't seem to touch him like it did Sue. He was the brains; she was the heart, the glue.
The Butcher's Voice rose again, tempting me to use my Irresistible Dominance. Like a cheat code to life. I inhaled deep, letting pheromones flood my system. Yep, I flipped the switch. Every atom in me screamed seduction. This would go down in history.
I walked up to Sue, smiled like I'd won something. "Need a hand?" I asked, voice smooth as silk. She blinked, surprised but nodded, handing me a toy to put away.
Their kid's rooms were a mess of colors—Valeria's pink everywhere, Franklin's blue with superhero posters plastered on the walls.
Sue glanced up from her book and smiled softly. "They're in bed," she said, tired but relieved, like the sun setting after a long day.
I stepped closer, the Butcher's Voice pulling strings. "You could use a break," I said, pheromones working their magic. She looked me over, breathing faster. "How about some company?"
Sue smiled, mischief twinkling in her eyes like little jewels. She knew I was playing, but didn't care. "What'd you have in mind?" she teased, voice low and inviting.
I took her hand, leading her out of the kids' room into theirs. She didn't resist, eyes locked on me like I was the only thing that mattered. We sat on their bed, bodies fitting like puzzle pieces. She melted into me, breath warm on my skin. Felt like the universe had made me for this exact moment.
"Reed?" she whispered, desire thick in her voice. "Is he busy?" Before she could say more, I covered her mouth with a kiss—equal parts command and plea. Her lips parted, and the Butcher's Voice screamed for me to keep going, to prove myself, but something held me back. I needed to be sure—was she really mine, or just playing along?
I pulled back, smirking. "Why do you ask?"
Her eyes searched mine, confused. "Because..." she stammered, cheeks flushing, "You're... different."
I laughed, the sound echoing softly. "Different how?"
She bit her lip, glancing around like looking for a way out. "You're... assertive. More... dominant."
The Butcher's Voice cackled inside me. Go on. Break her will.
But then, as her hand slid over the unmistakable bulge in my pants, a shiver ran through me. Doubt? Something like it. The air buzzed with the weight of what was happening. I'd never felt this before—not even after conquering worlds. Was this... what being human meant?
I pushed the thought aside, focusing on her. The Butcher's Voice was silent now, like it was watching the scene with dark fascination. I took her hand, letting her warmth seep through the fabric. Her eyes locked on mine, silently asking—Is this really happening?
I flicked open the catch on my pants in a quick movement, and my dick burst forth, thick and heavy. She gasped as she reached out with her hand as if driven in an irresistible pull. "Take it," I whispered, my words thick with sinister intent. And she did take it, her hand closing around it, hesitant at first but then growing more confident as she felt the throb of power in the flesh under her fingertips when she stroked me, eliciting a groan.
Her eyes went wide as she engulfed me in her mouth from my side, her wet, silken lips sliding across my rod as smoothly as a custom-made glove. The Butcher's Voice had ceased, leaving only the lush, intimate noises of her engulfing me entirely, interspersed with the occasional exhalations of bliss that escaped my own mouth. Her tongue circled about the head, teasing the crease, and I felt a rush of something deep—something that had nothing to do with the exhilaration of conquest. It hit me like a drug, flooding me with an unending need to cuck Reed.
I allowed my hands to slide down her back, following the curves of her form under the tight material of her suit. It hugged her body like a second skin, providing minimal resistance to my power as I grasped her rear, feeling her tightly. She moaned, the vibration humming through me like electricity. I could feel her heart pounding, her blood rushing through her body as she leaned into me more, her neck extending to take more of me in.
"Good girl," I complimented her, the words tumbling out without effort. It was odd, but it felt natural—like I was the master, the protector of this girl.
Her gaze met mine with such fierce determination that it sparked a fierce promise—a glimmer of defiance? Or perhaps desire?—before she inched toward me, the muscles in her throat compressing around my rod. There came the faint gagging sound on her lips, but she did not move nor fight it. It seemed as if she craved dominance, the feel of being taken, mastered. In that moment, I knew she wanted an alpha—a master to take command when the weight of the world became too overwhelming.
The sound of the Butcher's Voice had lodged in my throat, hanging in the air as I approached the precipice. Tension blanketed the room, the mood heavily choked with it. Sue's hand faltered on my cock, her panting coming in harsh gasps around me. I longed for my orgasm with an insane need that had become painful. In a deep, primal growl that could have resounded in Sue and Reed's bedroom walls, I crested, pouring out a stream of boiling, glue-like semen that she sucked down greedily, her eyes shining with unshed tears as her throat labored in an effort to swallow each drop.
As she finally stepped away, our eyes met, showing a mix of surprise and pleasure etched on her face. I inched forward, pulling the strand of hair behind her ear with my fingers. "How good was that dick?" I asked, the smile tickling at the corners of my mouth.
Sue swallowed, her eyes still watering. "It was..." she started, her voice hoarse from the abuse I'd just given her throat. "It was... fun."
I smiled softly, wiping the smudge of cum on her chin with the back of my hand. "Fun, huh?" I whispered, once again pressing my lips on hers. "We've just getting started."
Sue's eyes widened as I eased her onto the bed, her body swaying softly like a ballerina. She rolled over onto her stomach, the arch of her back reminding me of a seductress, offering herself with an irresistible mixture of innocence and temptation. It was as if she were presenting herself on a silver platter, begging me in every possible way to take her into my arms. The Butcher's Voice quieted, reducing itself to a mere witness to the scene before me.
I gripped the material of her backside in my shaking hands in anticipation. In one fluid movement, I ripped the material off her back, revealing the smooth, rounded contours of buttocks. Her buttocks were as clean as an unsullied canvas, waiting for the broad sweeps of imagination. Her buttocks were themselves a work of art, waiting to be touched, to be owned.
Sue breathed in sharply, her eyes going wide as I dropped to my knees behind her. I couldn't help but appreciate the view—her puckered, tight ass flesh, ready for me to touch. The Butcher's Voice wormed its way into my head again, offering sweet rewards for such an action, but I shoved it away. This was not about points; it was about power, dominance. I wanted to show Reed I was better for Sue, more than anything he could give her.
I positioned my cock at her opening, the head pressing up against the tight, slippery pussy. She was already wet, juice coating my rod as I began to push in. She whimpered, the muscles in her vagina clenching as I opened her up. But she was starving, the pussy virtually begging me to take her in. And take her in I did, my cock gliding inch for glorious inch into the warm, inviting clutches. It was impossible to describe—like coming home at the end of a hard, long day of combat and being held in the warm embrace of a loving wife.
I let out a roar that would have brought the house down as I ravaged her like an animal. Each stroke deep and hard, my two hands on either side of her head for traction as I rode her from behind. Her face buried in the pillow, muffled screams of pleasure ripping through the air. Her body a symphony—the way she shuddered with each impact, the muffled screams that emanated from within her, the way her cunt squeezed me like a vice.
Butcher's Voice ceased speaking, stunned at the beauty I had just seen. Sue stood like a stunning statue crafted by a professional, with each curve exuding power and courage. As she walked, she quivered, and I experienced ripples of joy as I walked in sync with her. I had never experienced this before, but it looked like she felt it as well, with an expression on her face similar to the one on my face.
She gasped in quick breaths as I moved faster, my hips slamming into her hard. She was crying out my name now, calloused and raw, echoing off the walls. It sounded amazing hearing it, the most wonderful sound of surrender. "Conquest," she moaned, her voice demanding more. "Harder, please!"
I yearned for her totally. I circled around and discovered her clit, stroking it with my motions. Her sex responded as if it were built for this, clenching about me as she approached her climax. It felt like I had discovered a secret power in her, as she was prepared for me to take the lead. "Whose pussy is this?" I asked, my tone deep and abrasive.
Sue's muscles contracted, and she shut her eyes as she struggled to suppress the tide of pleasure. "It's... it's yours," she breathed quietly, "Yours to take, yours to use."
As I spoke, I felt myself change and released the primal instincts that had been welling up all night. I grasped her hips, drawing her to me, filling her entirely before I pressed down on her red ass cheeks for steadiness. The headboard slammed against the wall with every thrust, pounding out a loud sound with each push, resonating through the Baxter Building, it seemed.
"Again," I muttered through my tight-clenched teeth as I saw how she responded to what I was doing. "Say it."
"It's... it's yours, Conquest, daddy," she spoke quietly, her voice trembling with joy. There were so many things running through her body, full of love and longing at my tender caresses. She was mine, and she knew it.
With that, I lost control, her eyes reverting as her orgasm came like an oncoming wave. Her body convulsed under me, her pussy clenching in its gentle rhythm making waves of pleasure build within my cock. "Fuck Conquest," she groaned, her voice such a beautiful sound of joy.
I pulled back, the juices on me, and turned her over on her back, legs apart as if she were inviting me in for what came next. I wedged myself between her legs again, the booming of our flesh striking together filling the room. She glared up at me, surprise and fear in her eyes but still brimful of lust. This is where the yielding occurred, thoroughly.
I grinned in a harsh manner and hunched forward, experiencing my spit accumulating in my mouth. She felt what was coming and she opened her mouth when prompted. I spat in her mouth and observed as she swallowed it down. This indicated that she belonged to me, that she belonged with me. It was filthy and immoral, but it indicated power, and she received it. She continued looking at me as I repeated this action again.
The Butcher's Voice had fallen silent now, no longer whispering, as if it realized this moment was significant. Sue's body quivered with hunger, her chest heaving with each deep breath. She looked like an animal in heat, eager to mate with the strongest male. And I happened to be that male in this moment.
"If I want pussy from you" I addressed her softly but firmly, "you'll give it to me whenever I want it."
Sue smiled at me with a tiny smile on swollen lips. "Yes," she whispered, rattling with lust. "I'll be your secret, your dirty little whore."
The "whore" word triggered in me a powerful emotion, like being hit by a wave. It wasn't just sex—it meant I owned her, a silent guarantee that I had the right to take her whenever I pleased. I moved in close and kissed her hard, my tongue probing in her mouth. She tasted wrong but sweet, an intense combination that made me crave her even harder.
Ultimately, Susan Stom was the perfect victim for Irresistible Dominance. She was weak from life as Mrs. Fantastic and found me desirable. It is never inappropriate to be attracted to someone, no matter if you are in a relationship or not.
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