Malice Decides To Seduce The Nurse

"I could kill the Kingpin," Malice thought aloud. "Topple the Hood. Stage a prisonbreak from the Raft. Weld them into an army of supervillains. Conquer HYDRA and A.I.M. Forge an empire in the shadows..."

Her hands ran down her body, exploring her breasts, the trim waist with the flaring, motherly hips; her tightly muscled thighs. Malice's mind flashed with all the fantasies that Sue Storm never allowed herself.

"...I could enjoy myself. Men, women. Imagine stepping into the White House and making the First Lady cum. Or surprising She-Hulk in the shower; all that gamma-enhanced strength useless against my **** fields. I could keep Namor in chains and milk that Atlantean cock at my leisure...or show Johnny all the pleasures his dear sister had denied him these years."

Malice's left hand found the bandage on her wounded leg, and thoughts of conquests and empires shrank away for a moment. Someone had hurt her. Someone had to pay for that. Yet was that not also an opportunity? If she played the part of Sue Storm for now, she could use the Fantastic Four's resources. Hoard information, technology, money to fuel her inevitable criminal empire. Yet that didn't mean she couldn't have fun in the meantime.

The nurse, Georgia Jenkins, arrived on schedule the next day. She found Sue Storm in a loose black robe, barely secured, limping on her wounded leg, sipping some thick white liquid from a small glass. The Black woman could not look away as Sue moved; she was clearly naked under the robe, and seemed careless of how much of her body was on display.

What was more, Georgia could feel Sue's eyes on her. The white nurse's uniform, with its old-style cape, did little to hide Georgia's full figure, the wide hips and heavy breasts and buttocks that she had inherited from her mother. The blue eyes seemed to drink in the soft lips, the small carefully-kept afro, as the nurse changed the bandage on her leg.

"You seem to be healing well," Georgia said. "Is there much pain?"

"Why?" Malice said softly. "Are you willing to kiss it and make it better?"

Georgia leaned back, shocked at this blatant pass. The Invisible Woman leaned in, one hand found its way to the Black woman's knee. Sue's face was inches from hers, and her breath was strangely rank, yet intoxicating. Immediately, Georgia's eyes dilated, her heart began to race. Thoughts disordered.

"You're a beautiful woman," Malice whispered, and her free hand plucked at the buttons on the other woman's shirt. "You told me I should get my exercise, didn't you?"

"With...within reason..." Georgia gasp, somehow unable to pull away as invisible hands unclasped her bra. She felt out of control as the Invisible Woman slowly undressed her, the pale hands roaming over the dark, soft flesh.

Their lips met. That smell became a taste, oddly salty and familiar. Malice had little idea how the derivative compound synthesized from Porkum's sperm had an effect on women...yet she could clearly see and feel the results as her left hand delved between the nurse's legs, fingers finding a hot, wet, ready cleft.

"Just a few orgasms, then," Malice murmured, when she broke the kiss. Georgia Jenkins, already **** from that kiss, could only moan in pleasure as the black robe fell away, the pale body of the former heroine pressed against hers with ravenous need.