Sue Holds Out For As Long As She Can

Guilt hounded Sue Storm over the following days. She knew it in the way she hugged her children when Agatha Harkness returned them; how she doted on Reed and the others when they returned from their voyage between dimensions a few days later. Even as their life returned to normal, Sue did her best to be extra affectionate, extra diligent in her duties as a sister, mother, and wife.

Sue stalked silently into Reed's lab the first night he returned. She could see the dark bags under his eyes, the ragged beard on his chin. He hated it when his hair grew too long, yet it fell almost to his collar. The Invisible Woman came up behind him and massaged his greying temples. The flesh was soft, spongy. When Reed was truly tired, even his bones lost their rigidity. Her hands moved down to his neck, and her thumbs dug into the pliable muscles, as that was the only way to massage him in his state.

"Darling," she said. "It's been so long..."

She spun his chair around.

Reed Richards did not resist as his wife went down on her knees before him. She pulled his pants down over his cock. The smell was strong tonight. Normally she made him wash thoroughly before he joined her in bed. Now, like a streetwalking whore, she bent her neck down to the tip of his long, skinny prick and took the head into her mouth. She didn't flinch or grimace as her tongue slid between the glans and foreskin, even when she tasted the stale, crumbly smegma that had gathered there, where he couldn't clean during his trip on the interdimensional vessel. Reed voiced a protest...but not for long, as blood flooded his cock, and Sue felt it swell and stiffen in his mouth.

For Mister Fantastic, it was like a wet dream. His prim and proper wife, so willful and even sometimes prudish, acting like his personal slut. Debasing herself for him. Taking his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth as it grew hard—as hard as it ever got, these days, which was no more than that of a thick rubber hose. She closed her eyes and pushed herself forward, until her lips and nose buried themselves in his rank pubic hair, and the warm thickness was in her throat. Her mouth worked as she slurped noisily, gustily.

This was her apology, though Reed had no idea what it was she was apologizing for.

I'll suck your cock every night for the rest of your life, Sue Storm swore to herself, as Reed moaned and a hot spurt of sticky wetness flowed down her throat. To make up for what I've done.

She meant it.

At the time.

Yet as the Fantastic Four returned to their daily routines, love and honor was not enough. Sue Storm dreamed at night of the pink beastial prick that stretched her cunt to the breaking point. In the shower, when she gasped in humiliation, she rubbed her cunt and thought of Porkum. At night, when she awoke hot and feverish from her dreams, and fumbled desperately for her husband's cock to feel something between her legs, it was Porkum she imagined...and when, as always, Reed finished inside of her before she finished, and she rode his face to a sticky conclusion, his own weak, watery spunk dripping down his chin, Sue had to bite her knuckle to keep from calling out Porkum's name.

Worse, she could feel it inside of her. The gnawing, aching need. The hunger that no food could quench. The fever in her flesh. Sue tried to deny the addiction. Tried to fall back into the familiar pattern of the good wife, the heroine...

It was on a mission against A.I.M. when things went wrong. S.H.I.E.L.D. had called her in. Sue could feel that her body and mind were off, but she couldn't deny Maria Hill's request, even though her attention drifted during the mission briefing, hard to focus as her cunt had become distractingly sensitive. A.I.M. had established a testing facility for exotic weapons here, in Manhattan. They wanted Sue to infiltrate.

So it was at night, after giving Reed Richard's cock the good-night kiss he had come to expect in the two weeks he had been home, Sue donned one of her black costumes and slid off into the night, already almost invisible before she even used her powers.

To outside eyes, the building looked like nothing more than another electrical substation, albeit one to which no engineer or technician employed by the power company had a key. A.I.M. protected their facilities well. They expected unusual intruders. Sue was careful to touch nothing, encapsulated in a thin invisible forcefield like a suit of armor as she crawled like Spider-Man over the roof. Under her gaze, solid walls and floors became transparent as crystal, to expose the traps and sensors within. With as much skill as she could muster, Sue created short circuits. Bits and pieces of the building's security system shut down, created gaps and blind spots.

A.I.M. would notice, but by that time, Sue would already be inside the facility. She moved along the ceiling, kept afloat by her invisible **** fields, unseen, unheard... S.H.I.E.L.D. had provided a layout of the building, but Sue had been too busy thinking of Porkum's prick to pay attention. She wandered, in search of the central computer system. Then she heard the voice.

"And this, Mr. Porkum, is the Cosmic Cockring that you inquired about."

For a moment, Sue forgot her mission. Mouth suddenly dry, she crawled along the ceiling, through an open door into some kind of high-tech display room. Various weapons and artifacts lay ensconced in glowing pillars of light projected from holes in the floor and ceiling. An A.I.M. engineer in their characteristic yellow full-body suirt stood beside the familiar pink bulk of her favorite pig-man stood before one that held a soft white donut, with a rainbow aura that played about its edges. A briefcase was held in Porkum's right hand.

"Forged from a fragment of a Cosmic Cube, this particular device has limited reality-altering capabilities, aimed at sexual enhancement and excitement. Nearly any sexual wish you have can come true—at least, theoretically. The potential for **** means we have not fully explored the capabilities of this item; direct contact and use could have certain side-effects..."

"I'll take it," Porkum grumbled.

"Excellent," the A.I.M. engineer said. "And you have the material we discussed in payment?"

Porkum raised the briefcase and opened it. Sue Storm's eyes went wide as the sickly yellow light of a huge defraudium crystal played out across the room. A wave of weakness went through her body...and Sue realized, far too late, that she was falling. The floor rose up to meet her, and Sue struck the floor breasts-first; her head bounced against the ground. For a moment, she was stunned.

Then her nostrils twitched. Her eyes blinked, and she saw the tip of an inhuman prick brush the ground, not even inches from her face. As the scent wafted to her, Sue sucked it in greedily. Weak as she was, she raised her head...and the cock rose in turn. So much bigger, harder, more virile than her husband's skinny, rubbery prick. From the floor, Sue felt the hot wetness in her panties flood out.

Porkum stood over her. Something glowed whitely in his hand. Not the defraudium crystal; the A.I.M. engineer held that. It was a white circle of light that passed over the tip of his erect cock, and seemed to stretch itself until it sank firmly over the base.

"I was going to call you," Sue admitted. "I was going to call you tonight..."

"Well now," Porkum said. "I wondered how long it would take. Do you want it now?"

"Yes," Sue said, with pathetic eagerness as she rose up, ignoring the dark bruise on her temple and the rest of her body. Once again, all thought of her husband, her children and family, vanished in the face of that magnificent man-meat. "God, yes."

"Well now," Porkum said, his dark eyes flashed. "Let's see what this Cosmic Cockring can do..."