A Dream of Forbidden Pleasure

The air was hot. Sticky sweat stuck Susan Storm's chemise to her body. In the dark, unable to open her eyes, unable to move. Every limb felt impossibly heavy. She had experienced this before. Sleep paralysis. That strange and terrible state between waking and dreaming. Reed had told her it had to do with the reticular activation system or something...some part of her brain that kept her body from moving too much when asleep.

Except Reed wasn't here now. Someone else was in the bed with her.

Plucked at the buttons on her wet shirt. One at a time. As if to savor every inch of exposed skin. Instinctively, as the damp cloth pulled away from a rigid nipple, Sue tried to go invisible.

Yet in the dark, it hardly seemed to matter. The stranger explored the Invisible Woman's naked body by touch. Pulled the chemise apart, to expose both of Sue's breasts to the hot, humid air. Without a bra on, the two generous handfuls were drawn apart, to sag on either side of Sue's chest. The nipples were thick, puffy, dark from childbirth and weaning. The fingertips slid over Sue's left breast. Squeezed gently. Paralyzed, Sue couldn't move. Couldn't form a forcefield. Utterly helpless as a tongue slowly swirled around her nipple.

Then the lips came down. Sucked softly. Pulled, tugged. Memories of breastfeeding filled her mind. Yet she wasn't making any milk. She hadn't for years. That was over, done with, that was...

Sue sucked air sharply as an old familiar feeling came to her. The mouth on her tit sucked harder. Too hard. A hungry mouth latched on, tried to swallow more of her breast inside of it. Something inside of her gave. A sensation she hadn't felt in so long...

The pressure. The soreness. Milk glands swollen and puffy. Her tits ached; in the weeks after pregnancy, even the pressure of her bras had been too much. Now it came again. Hyperreal, hypersensitive, the old familiar pain, the need...and then the flow as the strange suckler's efforts were rewarded.

Something flowed through Susan Storm's engorged breast into the stranger's mouth. A warm wet liquid oozed from her milk ducts into the hot, hungry mouth that latched onto her. She sighed instinctively in release, as the pressure in her left breast ebbed. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps as her overheated body shivered in the grip of paralysis and fever-heat. It had been like this sometimes, feeding them. The forbidden erotic thrill, utterly taboo. Sometimes she'd had to put them down and go straight to the bathroom, to see what relief her fingers or an invisible prick could bring. Biting her knuckle to keep from screaming in pleasure as her aching, empty teats, still wet with saliva, leaked and dribbled the last of the milk out.

The stranger sensed it. Maybe smelled it. Released Sue's spent nipple. The Invisible Woman hoped that she would do the other one, even her out, relieve the pressure. But they didn't.

Fingers traced down the taut, muscular stomach of the heroine. Aching hours in the gym, to work off the baby fat. To keep in fighting trim. It wouldn't do to keep out of shape, in the heroing game. If nothing else, Sue was determined not to stand out amid her friends, heroines that looked like models, athletes, Olympians...goddesses...

A finger snagged the wet elastic band of Sue's panties. No words could escape from Sue's throat, not a word. She struggled against the impossible weight of her limbs. Sue wished Reed would come to bed, see the stranger, deal with them before this went too far.

Except Reed wasn't here. Too many nights he spent in the lab. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, slumped over his desk, and Sue would lift his head and place a pillow under him, a blanket over his shoulders. Too many nights she was alone, all the time from when she put the kids down until the early hours of the morning, when she lay awake and waited for the alarm, to go put on the coffee and make breakfast for the family.

The fingers pulled at her panties. Old panties, worn, familiar, soft, comfortable. Not the panties she'd wear on the nights when she wanted to seduce reed into bed, into sex. The stranger was too fast, too strong, too careless. Sue heard the rip of cloth, felt the elastic snap against her skin, the wet cloth peeled away from her bare pubis.

Sue couldn't even toss her head. Exposed, despite her invisibility. Her heart hammered against her breast bone as a hot breath brushed against her labia. Hands pushed her thighs apart, and Sue cursed how easily her traitorous body moved at that touch, but not to her own will. Trapped in her own body as the stranger breathed in her womanly scent. As a wet tongue-tip tentatively traced her pussy slit...the lips only her husband had ever kissed, and even then only on their anniversary, when he remembered, to make a special night of it for the both of them.

Except his lips were not like this. Hot. Hungry. The tongue flattened against her mons, dipped from the bottom of her cunny and up to the stiff little click. To lap at the juices that leaked from her body. Somewhere in Sue's crotch, small muscles fluttered beneath the skin. Involuntary. Uncontrollable. Tears wanted to leak out, and milk, and cuntjuice. The mighty Invisible Woman, paralyzed, unable to do anything, every part of her wet and leaky, unable even to see...

With dream-logic, Sue Storm suddenly realized she could see. When she was invisible, just enough light was filtered through the dimensional fold to her eyes that she could see. She couldn't look away. Her invisible eyelids didn't stop the light.

Now, with that memory, she realized the darkness was of the bedroom. The moon was hidden by clouds now, but the city-light leaked in and gave shape to the hot, still night. Sue saw the outline of the stranger's head. The Invisible Woman's own body was no obstacle to sight when invisible, she couldn't see her own engorged teats, could roll her eyes in any direction, as far as muscles in her eyes would allow. The only muscles she could control.

Suddenly, Sue wondered who this stranger could be. Some enemy that had invaded the Baxter Building's defenses? Or...no. It couldn't be someone she knew, in the building. Someone who had decided to take advantage of her as she slept. That would be terrible...impossible...yet it sent a thrill down her spine.

The figure between her invisible legs looked up. Outside, the clouds parted. For the first time, a single ray of light fell on the face...and Sue Storm gasped in terrible recognition.