Mistress Strange had no idea what she was getting in to when when she had decided to try and recruit She-Hulk, the gamma in her blood had wrecked havoc on the (usually) more predictable results of the Tome. She-Trolls cock was evidence enough of that.
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Jennifer, the She-Troll smelled fresh meat just down the hall. She crept down it but could barely contain the excitement at of her cock at the prospect, as it dripped black corrupting cum that left released small bits of steam as they hit the cold floor. No, the She-Troll, soon to be the Queen of all She-Trolls wasn’t going to be casting any spells soon. However, she was going to find fresh meat, and use her own “meat” to make more of her kind.
Then she’d show that uppity ‘Strange’.
She crept around the corner to the front door, just in time to spot Mockingbird coming in. It’d been a while since the black and white former-Avenger turned SHIELD agent had been by. But it wasn’t unusual for her to drop in.
“Hello?” she said as she looked around, she didn’t know most of the Avengers were out of on assignment.
Jenn the She-Troll rubbed her bumpy green cock in anticipation. Soon she’d also be a filthy She-Troll.
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It was a simple spell of invisibility to move undetected around the Baxter Building. Reed was a scientific genius but only rarely prepared for actual magic. It was then she saw her! The perfect new sister!
Namorita was visitting the Fantastic Four on behalf of Atlantis. The request had seemed wisest since Namor’s recent issues and his personal obsession with Sue Storm. The blue skinned Atlantean was being entertained by the charming but often immature Johnny Storm, the Human Torch as he juggled a few fireballs for her and she smiled.
Mistress Strange, staying invisible for now waved her hand to make the Tome appear on the small table beside the couch were Namorita was resting on.
Namorita thought she heard something, and looked in the direction behind her just in time to see the Black Leather book.
“What is this?” she said aloud as Johnny continued to make a spectacle of himself. She cracked open the book and looked inside and as she began to read it such wicked thoughts began to fill her mind.
She looked back at Johnny, who was oblivious to this predatory grin, and saw him as a possible test subject for this Tome of… interesting… spells.
Mistress Strange smirked to her sister, soon they’d have their very own Sea-Witch. How appropriate was that for a coven? Someone to spread their corruption to the oceans themselves.