In Front of Sue Storm's Sleeping Mouth

The Invisible Woman was a side-sleeper. A pillow was tucked between her knees, and she hugged another beneath her ear and down between her breasts. She faced the window, whose blinds were now closed, her back presented to the cold emptiness where her husband should have been. Soft lips were open as she breathed slowly, deeply. Her eyes twitched behind their lids, lost in some deep dream.

She did not wake when the small pink portal opened, just three inches in front of her face. Did not see the soft, pink thing that wiggled out, the floppy foreskin dripping with a milky liquid. Her nostrils, however, flared. A warm flush rose over her skin. Thighs rubbed together as her panties suddenly grew drenched. And her soft lips opened, to breathe that strange smell in.

The tip of Porkum's dick found her lips. Precum trickled into Sue's mouth. Her dream, of Skrulls impersonating My Little Ponies, suddenly took a bizarrely erotic turn, the shape-changing aliens suddenly corrupting the cartoon characters with equine genitalia. In her sleep, Sue Storm instinctively swallowed, the salty, bitter liquid loaded with Porkum's unique pheromones flooding her system.

Three minutes. Then Porkum's prick slid back through the portal, which vanished. Leaving the Invisible Woman's lips painted with sticky whiteness.

Sue Storm's eyes fluttered as she woke, five minutes before the alarm. There was something awful in her mouth. Her face grimaced as she swallowed the sticky, bitter mass. She disengaged with pillows and blankets and stumbled into the bathroom, for a glass of water and a swish of mouthwash. The bad taste in her mouth slid down into her stomach, where she forgot about it.

As she splashed water in her eyes, Sue Storm ran through the things to do today. She had time for a brief exercise routine and a shower before she got the kids out of bed. Reed was still asleep on his side of the bed, having come in late in the night. It surprised Sue that she hadn't woken when he had come in.

Then she remembered the dream. For a moment, her hand slid down to her panties, and she wasn't surprised to feel the sticky wetness. Skrull equine princesses had sat on Sue's face, as emerald extraterrestrial pricks had slid between her breasts. Sue couldn't remember the last time she'd had such a vivid, hot dream.

Her fingers rubbed against her slit.

Maybe she could cut the exercise routine short this morning.

Night. Sleep. Sue Storm, alone once again.

In front of her, a pink portal opened.