Namor and Home

Susan Von Doom looked into her husband's eyes, and smiled. She was home. "I missed you." she said, and kissed him.

Susan Richards opened her eyes. She was no longer in the Castle of Doctor doom, but as she swung her legs off of the soft bed, she realized that she was once again in a castle. This time, however, it was the undersea castle of Namor, the Sub-Mariner!

"I suppose in this world, I'm married to Namor." she said to herself. Unlike her marriage to Doom, there had been a time when Namor had been in love with her, and she thought of him in almost the same way. "I'm moving up in the worlds," she joked, "from citizen to baroness to queen."

She heard a knock on the door and readied herself. She opened it, and saw Namor, handsome as a glimmering god as light reflected from the water droplets clinging to his hair and skin.

"You're wearing your old costume, I see. And you've cut your hair."

The costume was obvious, but a part of her pointed out that Reed had never noticed a new haircut until at least a day had gone by, if he ever did.

"Namor, I need a favor."

He embraced her. "Anything for my queen." he whispered, and kissed her neck.

The Sub-Mariner's wife might have been used to an almost naked man pressing his body against her, kissing her neck and smelling of seawater, but Mr. Fantastic's wife was used to plain short kisses from a man about to go back to work, and she felt as though the full **** of the ocean had slammed into her crotch. Her legs shook and her mouth silently formed the syllables "my king" that the her of this universe must have said countless times.

It seemed as though Namor knew exactly how to touch her to render her a puddle of lust, and she realized that if she was going to stop him, she had to do it now, while she was still willing to.