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The Scarlet Witch cast her gaze over the newly slutty form of Susan Storm-Richards, as she stood, hands on hips, looking at the two sorcerers. Wanda Maximoff wasn't interested in women, normally, but she couldn't deny that the blonde was incredibly alluring. Her confidence and assurance in her own sexuality, and the way she dressed like a fetish slut without the slightest trace of shame were breathtaking. She felt her nipples stiffen, and knew that if she were a man, she would be sporting an erection. Indeed, she could sense Dr Strange's body language and whole demeanour change now that this ultimate seductress was in the room. In spite of herself, she felt a twinge of jealousy!
"Susan, we didn't summon you. Not intentionally at least. We're simply trying to locate the source of the mystic forces that are converging on Manhattan. But you were here a moment ago. Or something that looked like you was. Perhaps a version of you from an alternative reality. The walls between this world and the others are exceptionally weak at the moment..."
Susan regarded the pair, gazing with her demon sight at the incredible concentration of mystic power that they radiated. She had been angry when she'd felt the strange compulsion to come here, but now she realized an opportunity had been presented. If she could turn this pair with her Seed of Sin, what powerful allies they would be! But the pair were not to be underestimated, and she would have to be careful how she went about corrupting them. She could see a flush of desire from Strange but he was a master of self control and he kept his desire in check. She could also see a smaller flood of desire emanating from the Scarlet Witch, and she let her gaze linger on the voluptuous redhead's body. What a glorious whore she would be if she was turned to evil!
Susan smiled as she walked sexily towards the pair. "I have to apologize for my appearance. As you probably know, that vile gangster Fisk has me trapped in a legal stranglehold and he insists that I dress this way while I...work for him." She made a show of trying to pull the PVC jacket closed over her slutty costume and knew that she gave the perfect facsimile of the good, virtuous old Susan Storm. But she also knew that she looked hotter than hell in the sexy fetish wear and she felt a tingle of satisfaction as she saw the lust in the pair continue to simmer nicely. She smiled again to reassure them. "I'll be glad to help in any way I can, if it'll bring an end to this nightmare."
Meanwhile, in Mephisto's realm, Hellcat stood by her master as he slumped in his throne, and Johnny stood in a daze as Lustae continued to purr soothingly in his ear to keep his mind in a lust filled stupor. He could hardly tell what reality was any more, and some part of him suspected that this must all be some weirdly vivid dream.
"Welcome back, my concubine," snarled the Hell Lord. "I have need of your aid now. Through the treachery of Hellstrom, I have been infected with your own goodness. It weakens me and east away at me, like a cancer of the soul! You must help to cure me, so that I can regain my full strength!"
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