Doom Sends Porkum's Skull To Sue Storm

The Invisible Woman laid a hand on her slightly distended abdomen. She was showing earlier than with Franklin or Valeria. Naked, in the mirror, she could see the signs of her pregnancy developing. Her breasts were already sore, swelling. Morning sickness came and went. Odd cravings hit her suddenly at night.

Already, she was looking at maternity outfits. Reed was getting a nursery ready. They had broken the news to the family. The kids were going to have a new sibling. Ben and Johnny would start looking for Sue's replacement. In a few months, maybe weeks, she wouldn't be fit for duty.

None of them needed to know that Reed wasn't the father. She and Reed had agreed on that.

He slipped in behind her. There was still a distance there between them. Reed held up the syringe, and Sue bent over. Didn't make a noise as he slid the needle into the flesh of her buttock and depressed the plunger.

Prenatal vitamins. And the antidote that Reed had synthesized, to counteract the lingering effects of Porkum's pheromones. The ones that had exploited her weakness. She looked over her shoulder, her blonde hair falling over one eye, and she gave him a smile that tried to be sultry.

"Want to fool around? The kids aren't up yet."

Reed Richards had let his beard grow out in recent weeks. It gave a sterner look to his face, emphasized the crow's-feet at his eyes, the veins at his grey temples. His eyes met hers, and there was something in there which was...if it had just been coldness, a flat, affectless stare free of emotion like a statue, she could have withstood it. Yet the eyes were wet and brown and full of hurt and pain.

"Get on your knees and suck my cock," Reed Richards demanded.

His voice was harsh. Angry and hurt. Commanding.

Sue obeyed.

She dropped into a squat, her swollen stomach pressed outward, and she pulled the pants of his costume down to free his dick. He had always been a longer than average—a skinny cock with a bulbous purple mushroom-tip that could bump painfully into her cervix if he pushed too deep—but she held his slim hips in her hands and used her mouth and tongue to worship it. Slathered it with her spit while making soft, whorish moans. Felt the it swell and stiffen.

Reed wasn't even watching. He was looking in the mirror. At the back of her blonde head as it licked and kissed. Then he grabbed her head in both hands, and Sue opened wide, her lips wrapped around her teeth, tongue out, as he began to thrust. The long cock, slightly spongy even at its hardest thanks to Reed's rubbery powers, pushed down her throat. She held on as his hips began to thrust, fucking her face with a kind of savage abandon utterly alien to their earlier sex life. As if her mouth was just a hole.

It was their unspoken agreement. The price for their continued marriage. The balance of power had shifted in their relationship, and while Reed was willing to accept her child as his own, to make the baby a part of their family, he expected—needed—for Sue to recognize the hurt she had caused. To make it up to him.

Her body was his to play with.

In truth, Sue Storm fell into the role far easier than she had expected. Whether it was because of her experiences with Porkum, her own guilt and shame at her adultery, or some deep-seated need to be sexually dominated, the heartarche and cruelty and sadness of her own husband fucking her like some tramp he had picked up off the street, like she was just a machine he had rented for half an hour, caused an erotic thrill to run through her body.

Sue wanted, needed to be used, almost as much as Reed needed to use her.

By the time he was done, his hot salty load bursting down her throat, her bare cunny had dripped enough to leave a small puddle on the bathroom floor.

"Get dressed," Reed said, as he pulled his cock, wet with spit and semen, from her mouth. With studied cruelty, he wiped it on her face. Sue shivered. Sometimes, she wondered whether Reed actually hated her, or if he knew she felt better to be treated like shit. To atone for her betrayal.

"We can't let the children see their mother look like a cocksucking slut."

H.E.R.B.I.E. had set the package on the bed. Sue Storm felt a tightness in her chest as she saw who had sent it.

Porkum's name was neatly printed on the brown paper that covered the small cardboard box.

Yet that was impossible. Porkum was dead. Her stomach twisted in nausea, and Sue tasted bile and Reed's cum in her throat. With an effort she swallowed it back down. The pregnant heroine extended a shaking hand.

The out packaging vanished. Beneath the brown paper, a cardboard box. Then the box vanished. What she saw within made her knees tremble.

Nestled within crumpled pages from the Daily Bugle was a skull. Not just any skull. Sue could see the familiar tusks. The large nasal gap where the snout should have been. The prominent brow and small, deep ocular orbits.

Porkum's skull. Someone had sent her Porkum's skull.

"Darling?" Reed stretched his neck through the doorway, and caught sight of the morbid object on the bed. "What is that?"

"I...I think someone sent me Porkum's skull," Sue Storm said. Then rushed to the bathroom to vomit.

In Latveria, Doom considered the shadow in the center of the pentagram. It was vaguely humanoid, but its features were muted, sloppy. Like a stain on creation. A black candle at one apex of the pentagram suddenly flickered into life, in an ugly blue flame.

It had begun.