Moonstone Finds Herself Falling For Sue Storm

It wasn't just that Karla Sofen had never had a good relationship with her mother. She had never had a good relationship with any woman. All of her adult relationships had been matters of seduction, manipulation, and control. Karla didn't have female friends. Didn't really have friends at all. Allies, certainly, sometimes teammates. Emotional connections could get you killed in supervillain work.

No one had ever cared for her. Pampered her. Asked her about her day and been really interested in the answers. Discussed books and movies. Sue Storm even helped Karla out with her daily life, when the blonde heroine wasn't off saving the world or dealing with their family.

Somehow, Karla and Sue had both gotten past the physical embarrassment as the Invisible Woman helped her "psychiatrist" bathe and dress. Once a week, she even helped Karla shave, an intimate ritual that always left Karla flustered and aroused. Their sessions now took place in the living room of Karla's apartment, and with the power-dampening anklet, there was no hypnotism. No manipulation. Just...talk.

At night, Karla began to dream about her. It always went back to that moment when her legs were spread, utterly open and ****. The invisible razor scraped against the skin of her most intimate parts. Heart thundered in her breast, anxiety and trust mingled together as Karla held her breast. Acutely aware of how intensely Sue Storm's blue eyes were focused on her pussy, every fold of her labia and wrinkle of her asshole.

In her dreams, Karla imagined that face drawing closer. Tongue extended. Details varied from there. Sometimes that perfect mouth opened, to show clean white teeth that would close down as if to bite her pussy. In others, the hot tongue slipped inside Karla's supersensitive cleft, and her cunt clenched automatically, messily spraying the Invisible Woman's face with her squirt.

The ending was always the same. Karla awoke, alone, in her bed, panties soaked, legs aching where the broken bones knit themselves together.

Moonstone was conscious enough of her own emotions to realize what was happening. What she felt. The question was, what was she going to do about it? Doctor Doom would want results. Yet Karla had no means to manipulate Sue except her psychological training...and, increasingly, no desire to do so.

Her heart ached as she recalled the plan that she had laid out with Doom. Breaking down Sue's marriage. Guiding her into decisions that would collapse her life, and the Fantastic Four. The thought of Sue's face twisted in anguish wrenched at the core of her being. Moonstone had thought herself cold, even cruel. Yet just a little kindness and...

"My whole fucking life is coming apart," she whispered to herself, as she threw the covers back.

The Fantastic Four t-shirt had been a gift by Sue. Karla had ceased wearing panties; they were too much of a pain with the casts over her legs. Her fingers found her clit, eyes closed as she sought to recall the last fragments of that dream. Sue's lips on her pussy. As her fingers rubbed, slowly at first, and then with gathering speed as the excitement rose within her, Karla's hips began to buck. Her tongue ran around her lips, over and over.

"Fuck, Sue—I wish I could taste your sweet cunt—"

A polite cough made Karla's eyes open. There, in the doorway, Sue stood. Karla had given her a key a couple of weeks ago.

"I, uh, brought breakfast," the Invisible Woman said, her cheeks flushed, eyes focused on the scene in front of her. "I, um, I should let you finish..."

Karla's heart leaped—and her mouth opened without thought.