Mind-blowing

"It's just, Reed can be so clinical in bed," Sue Storm said. "A few nipple twists, three licks, and then he wants to put it in and wonders why I'm not wet and ready for him. The T'Challa LMD though...my God, I've never had anyone eat my cunt out like that. And he was so big and hard afterwards. So powerful and relentless! I don't normally cum just from pounding, but there was such a sense of unrestrained power, a driving **** that Reed could never match..."

Dr. Stone kept her face carefully neutral.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. And how did Reed feel?" she asked.

Sue Storm blinked.

"I mean, he came. I could see his jizz dribbled over his hand. So he must have enjoyed it, right? I mean, I gave him such a hot little show..." there was uncertainty in Sue's voice.

"Ah, but did he enjoy it because you enjoyed it, or did he enjoy it because he could see and imagine someone else fucking his wife?" Dr. Stone said. "Don't get me wrong, nothing of what you two have done is wrong. It's just an LMD after all. It's not like he was watching the real Black Panther fuck you senseless."

"Right," Sue said, her voice suddenly tight.

"Did you tell him, by the way, how it felt?" Dr. Stone pressed.

"I...I mean no. I gave a little kiss, and told him it was wonderful. Then we cleaned up and went to bed..." she began.

"Maybe you should," and as Dr. Stone said those words, her glasses seemed to catch fire. Bright, almost blinding circles of light that caught the sun in some weird way and made Sue blink, her brain suddenly not working right. "Maybe you should tell Reed exactly how much better the LMD is than him in bed. See how he responds. Perhaps he'll be heartbroken. Perhaps he'll be excited. Either way, you'll learn something. See if he likes to be belittled, if he gets off on the idea of his wife getting fucked by a better man..."

"A better man..." Sue repeated, dully, her brain absorbing the suggestion like a sponge.

"...who knows? Maybe your husband will try to stick his pathetic cock in you again. Would you like that?"

Sue Storm blinked slowly. Her brow furrowed.

"I...don't know..."

"But you know his cock is pathetic, right? Compared to T'Challa's?" Moonstone's voice was tense, the buzz of the implants in her skull maddening.

"Yes," Sue said.

"You want to feel that big, hard, black cock inside of you again, don't you?"

"Yes," Sue said, with more confidence.

"Then tell that limp dick husband of yours exactly how the Black Panther's big, powerful black cock made you feel compared to his pathetic, limp white prick."

"...pathetic, limp white prick."