"When you want more...call me..."

Porkum left the Invisible Woman there, as his cum slowly oozed out of her. How long it was before distance and time caused the defraudium to wear off, Sue Storm didn't know. Yet it was no yet daylight when the Invisible Woman pulled herself to her feet. She shambled, and pulled her pants up. The jizz squished against her pussy, cold and sticky. Dully, she noticed that the scraps of her suit were gone—as were the weapons she had brought, and the remnants of the Porkum android.

A noise, a voice. Instinctively, Sue Storm turned invisible. Like a wraith, she slipped out past the early morning shift as they came in. Out into the streets of New York. The Fantasticar was where she left it. No one saw her as she limped home, like a beaten dog, tail between her legs.

"Mrs. Richards?" H.E.R.B.I.E. said as she limped in. "Is everything alright?"

"Fine, H.E.R.B.I.E.," Sue lied, exhaustion in her voice.

"Sensors indicate you are suffering superficial trauma. There is mutant DNA in your..."

"H.E.R.B.I.E., stop scanning," Sue said curtly. "And erase your records. Dispose of every trace of Porkum here, then erase everything about Porkum from your memory banks, do you understand? When Reed and the others get back, this never happened."

"Affirmative," H.E.R.B.I.E. said, as the defeated heroine walked off to the master bathroom.

It was one of the luxuries Sue had insisted on when they designed the living quarters. A bathtub with jacuzzi jets, not just a simple tub and shower. The ruined costume didn't go into the hamper with her dirty clothes, Sue dumped it straight into the garbage that would lead to the molecular disintegrator in the basement...and saw a small paper card flutter to the floor.

She picked it up. It was pink, and held a phone number. Sue hissed...and set it atop her smartphone.

Naked, the Invisible Woman could see the bruises on her body. Around her breast, her crotch. Dried rivulets of cum stained her pale thighs.

Sue felt numb as she let the hot water fill the tub. Mechanically, she tossed in the soap, watched it bubble. Her fingers scratched at the dried cum in her golden pubic hair. The fingers rubbed lower. The sore lips still remembered his cock. A part of Porkum was still inside of her. Deep inside.

The naked heroine stepped into the bath. She flinched at the heat. It was worse as she lowered herself down. As her bare cunny touched that near-boiling water, she gasped. Then sank, thankfully, into the heat and soap. She lay with her head on the edge and half-floated. Felt the wounded leg, her wounded pussy.

Her fingers found her slit once again. In the heat, the dried crust melted and became a filthy crust over the surface of the bath. Sue closed her eyes and moaned as her fingers delved inside, and she felt the hot goo wash past her fingers. Porkum had been so deep inside of her. Deeper than anyone else had ever been.

A flash of breasts, hard nipples swollen as they pushed above the surface of the water. Sue's back arched as she explored deeper. It was as if some filter had been turned off. Normally she would never indulge herself so. Never give in to such wanton desire. Yet now...now it felt so simple, so easy. Why had she fought her passions, all those years? Pretended to be so good, so saintly, when all she wanted was to feel that hard, hot meat up inside of her...the pulse of cum against the entrance of her womb. It was like when she and Reed had conceived Franklin and Valeria.

"No," Sue breathed as her eyes opened, to stare at the ceiling. "Nothing like that."

It was true. Sex with Reed had been anemic compared to what she had done with Porkum. Mating. Breeding. Fucking. A word she had hardly dared utter. Now it seemed so natural. So right.

Sue raised her hand from her cunt. Soap, cum, traces of blood. It would take her some time, to heal. Then...then...

She thought about the card. Porkum's number.

"I'll call," she promised. "When I'm ready."