2 weeks later...

“I don’t mind it being rough sometimes Suzie, but do you ACTUALLY have to take bites out of me?!”

Laying in bed and looking exceptionally bruised and battered, Reed Richards looked down at the bite mark on his left shoulder while his wife snipped off some tape to apply a bandage over top of it. “Sorry Reed honey, sometimes I get carried away, there we go.” Admiring her handiwork, the blonde woman leaned down and kissed him over the forehead, then again, and again, her affection becoming more passionate by the second.

“Mmm, your flesh wounds are making me so hot, lets go again!”

“It’s been three times this morning already...”

Sitting up, Susan gave her husband a hungry look, eyeing his sweaty and tired body over the knotted sheets. “Oh, come ON Reed, you wouldn’t say those things lying naked on the bed like that."

“I’m naked because you tore off my sleep wear, ack!” He complained, pointing to the ripped up shorts lying in a pile by the bedside.

Straddling his body and holding his shoulders down with her hands, the prone man was pinned under the surprising strength of his beautiful wife, her beasts pressing down at his chest and a hungry look over came her features.

“I WiLl HaVe WhAt’S MiNe ReEd RiChArDs!”

Just then, Susan’s eyes glowed a soft light while her hair billowed over her head to an unseen gust of air. An intense scent filled his nostrils, one of wildflowers and spices that almost immediately caused his erection to regain life despite how bruised he already was.

From their seat at the living room couch, Johnny Storm and Ben Grimm looked over to Reed and Susan’s bedroom door where they could see flashes of intense light around the door frame followed by Reed screaming, whether out of fear or pain, they didn’t know. Looking to each other and shrugging, Ben took the remote and turned up the volume to the game they were watching until the screaming finally stopped.

Minutes later, Susan left the bedroom wearing an extravagant looking blue business suit and tying her hair back in a bun. Traversing the hall to the kitchen to get a mug of coffee and take a sip, she looked over to her brother and friend who shifted uncomfortably.

“Something wrong guys?” She asked with mild curiosity.

“My pants’ve been getting tight the last few days, must be the laundry.” Complained the large stone man, tugging at his zipper to the bulge that formed there. “Yeah same, hey didn’t you buy some new detergent last week sis?”

“Yeah, silly me, I’ll change brands.” She sipped at her coffee, averting her eyes knowing full well the cause of their little dilemma was because of the pheromones she gave off like a perfume. Rummaging through her purse she pulled out a small spray bottle, spritzing her neck with salad dressing to block out the attractive scent and check herself in the mirror. “Well guys I’m off to work, see you later tonight.”

“Hey Sis, where DO you work anyway?”

“I help run a shelter for rape victims and sex workers.” She said, looking over her shoulder with a smile while opening the door to leave.

“Wow!”

*

To be fair… She wasn’t lying. Not really. After ‘inheriting’ a group of succubae who had spent their entire existence appeasing the desires of a rampaging asshole from Hell, Susan had her hands full and her work cut out for. At the very least they had made some progress, baby steps here and there. At least learning not to body tackle the first man that passed by wearing cologne while out on the streets… Like 3 days ago.

She felt it was her responsibility to acclimatize them to human society.

Stepping out of the cab and tipping the driver, Susan sashayed up to the front doors to the warehouse building that was converted into an office complex. She bought the entire property and smiled at the work that had been done with it, finding a small plaque with her business logo by the door. Closing the door behind her and stepping into the industrial elevator, she counted her blessings on the way up. She ACTUALLY managed to do something constructive with her condition, all of their conditions really. On a daily basis she used the energies she took from some of her clients to help or heal the unfortunate in the city. Once she was at the top floor, Susan stepped out to enter the main lobby of her new escort service, her smile growing wider when she spotted three new clients sitting at the ‘L’ shaped couch waiting for an appointment with her.

At the front desk, Felicia Hardy typed away at a desk computer wearing a revealing silver business suit that showed off her cleavage, accented with a tight bun to her silver hair and thin reader’s glasses that gave her a sexy office babe vibe.

“Hi Fel, any messages this morning?”

“No Suzie, just these three here waiting for you.”

Looking over to the couch, Susan unconsciously flared her nostrils at the sight of three handsome businessmen, leering seductively at one of the men standing to straighten his tie and getting the impression to introduce himself.

“Hello, my name is Jacob, I was hoping on hiring some of your ladies to a party of ours at the office for our 25th year anniversary.”

“And you can call me Suzie Horn. Hmm, twenty-five years, that must mean you’re very… Experienced.” Purred Susan as she offered her hand to his to shake. “So, what did you have in mind? Arm candy? Perhaps a show? Maybe something more… Intimate?”

“Well, be guests at the party at the very least, they won’t have to say anything, just look good so the old CEOs can still believe they’re still attractive to the opposite sex.”

Smiling, her eyes wandered over the man and smiled almost darkly, sensing the man dabbled in things that would be considered illegal at the very least. Oh, she and the others were gonna feed WELL tonight. “Well then, you have nothing to worry about; my ladies are pretty good at being discreet and are VERY good actors if I might say so myself.”

Barging through the fogged glass door behind her, one of the succubae under Susan’s care revealed herself in her true form wearing a black bikini top and black matching mini-skirt, her black hair braided in a pony tail and draped over her shoulder to nestle between her full breasts like a necklace.

“MISTRESS SUSAN! MISTRESS SUSAN! I DID IT! I ate from the fruit bowl without sucking off the banana! I’m IMPROVING!”

“That’s… That’s fantastic Catarina.” Looking to her clients who stared at the demoness in both arousal and confusion, Susan piped in.

“As you can see, our more popular request is roleplay.”