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Somehow, a faction of AIM had gotten a hold of a Cosmic Cube - a dangerous device that could rewrite all of reality to the owner's wishes. Even worse, the Silver Surfer was held fast and being drained to power the Cube along with a set of stolen mystical
artifacts the scientists barely understood.
"You do not know what you are doing!" cried the Silver Surfer. "The dangers are immense, the power-"
"Oh, shut your mouth, you junkless eunuch hood ornament!" sneered Monica Rappucci, the gorgeous brunette leader of AIM. "If I wanted to hear you talk, I'd beat it out of you. Just lie back and relax. Behave and I might even see fit to restore your humanity.
I could always use a new serving boy."
It pained the Surfer to hear this woman speak like that. She bore a painful resemblance to his former love Shalla-Bal, her dark, long curls framing a face with stern glasses that contrasted against soft, pouty lips. And while he had not noticed such things
in centuries, the tight yellow jumpsuit she wore didn't hide her obvious curves in the slightest.
Monica sneered as she reached out to tap the charging Cosmic Cube with her bare hand. The thought of controlling all that power and rewriting reality to her will was making her incredibly fucking wet . . .
Suddenly, the Silver Surfer cried out in pain, a hole rupturing in his chest, energy gushing into the Cosmic Cube! Untold amounts of cosmic energy, amplified and warped by the dark mystic artifacts around him, surged through tubes into the Cube, which started
to spark and glow. Monica's hand began to get drawn in as if pulled in by an irresistible force. Her essence was sucked into the swirling, dark immeasurable reality-warping energy as the Cosmic Cube cracked apart . . .
"What is- NO! NOOO-"
And with a flash of crackling black and yellow energy, the entire base exploded, consuming the entire galaxy in a rolling wave of twisted cosmic power . . .
***
In Utopia, Emma Frost lay languidly naked in bed as Scott Summers got dressed. He had yet another press conference to hold with the San Francisco Mayor but Emma had other ideas. She slid out of the bed and sauntered over to her lover, wrapping her arms around
him and pressing her firm, big tits against his muscular back.
"Mmm, Scott darling, can't you just reschedule this tedious little event? Tell her that you and I were forced to run late by, oh I don't know, Mojo or something?" she purred as she nibbled on his neck, keeping him from raising the hood of his costume all the
way up as she slid a hand down to squeeze his cock through the costume.
"After that EPIC performance, your darling White Queen wants seconds . . . and thirds, lover, if you have it in you."
Cyclops sighed and turned to look at her, not knowing about the energy suffusing the entire world as one of them prepared to speak.
Next Chapters
- "I wish you would stay here and pleasure me until I told you to stop." Emma Frost cooed (Open)
- "Emma, while I do wish you could do nothing but happily make me cum all day long, we both know that-" Cyclops began before reality began to warp and change around him (Open)
- "Boring, boring politics! I do so wish I could be working under you in the fun way, Scott . . ." Emma said, suddenly feeling the need to kneel before him (Open)
- "I wish I could have as much fun with Her Honor, The Mayor as I do with you, Emma." Scott said chuckling (Open)
- What other wishes are being twisted into reality?
- I wish I wasn't the one going, the Mayoress is very demanding," Scott sighed, "but then you'd have to be the one to please her!" Scott added with a chuckle. (Open)
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