Sue and Namor's journey to the Atlantean colony

CHAPTER 4

The Red Ghost's new super-ape possessed all the powers of the other three apes and would have devastated New York if Namor hadn't intervened immediately.

Namor hadn't waited for the others and had taken care of things himself. He still had considerable difficulty fitting in with a team. He had also torn his costume so much that he was only wearing shorts. The Fantastic Four didn't arrive until the short but fierce battle was over.

Namor hadn't been gentle with his opponent, which later earned him criticism from the other members, but the population was enthusiastic about their new, handsome, exotic hero. The exiled king of Atlantis, the last warrior from the sea who helped the city's inhabitants, was a welcome guest in the media, even if his arrogant demeanor was controversial.

Namor helped the Fantastic Four against the Skrulls and was even able to appease the Mole Man. Franklin and Valeria quickly became friends with the new resident of the Baxter Building. Ben avoided the king, and Johnny went out with Namor at night, which surprisingly didn't make Sue jealous, but New York's new hero always returned unaccompanied.

Sue caught herself occasionally peeping through his open door, where he gazed out the window, melancholy and lost in thought. Apparently, he had lost more that night than he wanted to admit. Although he continued to ignore her instructions that the rooftop and the pool were for their use only, she let him swim laps alone. The occasional flirting with him was enjoyable, but as a married woman and mother, she didn't want to raise false hopes.

Still, Sue had to admit that she found the man from the sea interesting and sexy, enjoyed the long conversations with him, and realized that he sensed her desire, even if he didn't let it show.

Reed continued to examine the destroyed remains of the ship, making no progress, which was increasingly frustrating. And as the Frightful Four threatened New York, an unexpectedly encrypted distress signal arrived...

"It's Atlantean," said Namor, standing with his arms crossed in front of the giant computer screen.

"And what are they saying?" asked Sue.

Namor narrowed his eyes and read the message a few times.

"Several kilometers from here, a ship has reached a remote, deserted, and long-forgotten colony. They're asking for help."

"Then we should leave immediately," said the Invisible Woman, determined this time not to let the others stop her. There were no political problems now.

"And what about the terrible four?" asked Reed.

"They can wait," said Namor, already walking toward the door.

"Wait!" said Sue.

She stood between the two men, looking at each of them in turn.

"We're a team and should fight together... but as a team, we can also be in two places at once."

"Fine, and who's going where? Water isn't exactly my element," said Johnny.

"I'm going to the colony, of course," grumbled Namor, clearly annoyed by this unnecessary delay.

"Me too," said Sue.

"Okay, three against the terrible four, and you help the refugees," said Ben, hitting his left hand with his right fist.

Reed was silent, but Sue could tell from his expression that he wasn't thrilled with this team assignment. Time was running out, and he didn't want to argue.

"Take care of yourself," he said to his wife.

"Thank you. I will," she said, gave him a kiss, said goodbye to their two children, and set off with Namor.

With two tents, a radio with which she could contact the rest of the team, and diving equipment, Sue and Namor traveled through the sea.

It was a long journey, and the Invisible Woman had trouble following the king. He swam nimbly and smoothly, and the way he moved was quite erotic. An elegant shark-like movement. Then they reached the colony, which, despite having experienced and seen so much, completely astonished Sue.

A small city made from the raw materials and materials the sea offered, in addition to unknown metals and other elements. But they could already see that it was deserted, and the closer they got, the more it became clear that it was only the ruins of a sunken ghost town. No one was here. The buildings were empty. The windows were dark. The streets deserted.

"No sign of a ship or anyone else," Namor growled, kicking a small statue made of coral in anger.

"Namor, I'm so sorry. But someone must be here and have sent the distress signal. We should look for him."

Namor just grumbled something, and they trotted cautiously down the main street.

"Does Atlantis look like this?"

"No. It's a magnificent kingdom. This is just a collection of huts."

"It's still beautiful here."

Then Sue spotted something. A green light flashed regularly in one of the buildings. They swam toward it and discovered a dead Atlantean on the floor of the building. He had a bracelet on his wrist.

"No sign of the ship. He must have come alone," Sue speculated.

"Wait!"

"What?"

"We're not alone."

Suddenly, a giant, yellow sea serpent lunged at Sue.

So fast that she couldn't even raise her shield. Its dozens of teeth would have sunk into Sue's body if Namor hadn't stepped in. He punched the creature in the head, wrestled with the snake, and was thrown against a building wall. Namor stumbled dazedly to the side, barely dodging his opponent's acidic venom jet. The green venom hit his backpack, which dissolved with a bubbling sound. He removed the backpack, and when the snake attacked him again, the giant grabbed the creature and snapped the monster's neck. Namor dismissively hurled his slain foe to the ground.

"A sea dragon. Quite dangerous," he said calmly.

He approached Sue, who was still lying on the ground, her heart pounding.

"You saved me," she said, her voice completely lost in shock.

Namor held out his hand and helped the woman up.

"Are you all right?" he wanted to know.

"Yes," she said, ashamed that she, an experienced superhero, had been caught off guard like that.

"Oh no," she said, looking at Namor's damaged backpack.

It contained his radio, his tent, and the spare canister of his oxygen tank.

"What are we supposed to do? We can't reach the others, and there's not enough oxygen for the return trip."

"Don't worry, woman," Namor ordered, leading her into one of the buildings.

It was an empty, deserted hall. Apparently a temple with high painted walls, columns, and violet-glowing plants growing inside. Namor pressed a few buttons on the door, the door closed, and the water was flushed out.

"What the..."

"Back in the days long ago, the Atlanteans traded with humans. Hence the colonies everywhere."

Sue took off her helmet and took a deep breath. The air was terribly musty, clammy, and smelled of fish. But it was the only way she could refill her own canister, even if it would take a few hours. Namor stood by one of the many dense, vibrant plants, plucked one of the leaves, and chuckled slightly.

"So, what do we do now?" she asked.

With the help of the equipment from her backpack, they were able to build a fake campfire in the hall, and despite the provisions, Namor preferred to prepare the sea dragon. The King of Atlantis hated waste, and while Sue set up her tent, Namor prepared the food.

"You're doing very well," Sue said when she was finished and joined him by the fire.

"I wasn't always king. I lived on the streets for a while."

"Why?"

"Wild youth and strife with Grandfather the King."

Namor looked at her over the fire, the flames playing in his black pupils.

"He wanted to kill me."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Don't be. I killed him sometime ago, avenging my father's ****."

"Your culture seems quite..."

"Primitive?"

His eyes blazed angrily.

"No. Brutal."

The evil faded, but the hypnotic flames remained in the black spheres.

"It's a harsh world down here. Once you leave Atlantis and the colonies, there are hundreds of dangers, but..."

Namor peeled a piece of skin off the snake.

"...Nothing is as dangerous as the people on the surface."

He looked at Sue sternly.

"There are dangers everywhere."

"Maybe."

"But there is good and beauty everywhere."

Namor said nothing and roasted the snake over the fire.

"Tell me about your culture," Sue asked, sitting down on the damp ground.

"Atlantis is very different from your world. A strict monarchy where there's a lot of fighting. Similar to your Middle Ages."

Namor tore off a piece of roasted meat and handed it to Sue. She took it hesitantly and examined it. If the poison-spitter couldn't be eaten, Namor wouldn't cook it. The meat was tough and bitter.

"Here. Have this as a side dish."

Namor handed her one of the purple leaves. She bit off a piece, and it was as if she'd bitten into a juicy, sugary piece of fruit. He watched Sue chew closely and was amused by her reaction.

"Very... intense."

Namor nodded and ate his piece. They ate in silence, and without the leaves, Sue wouldn't have been able to get the snake down. Then she noticed a change within herself. A warmth rose within her, and a pleasant tingling sensation spread through her nipples and vagina. Sue couldn't explain where it suddenly came from and tried not to let it show. Panting, Namor stood up and simply took off his pants.

"Much better," he said, and Sue looked away.

The sight of the naked, well-endowed king intensified the excited, tense feeling in her body. Namor held out his hand.

"Come! I want to show you something."

He helped Sue up, but didn't let go of her hand as he walked, which made her heart rate quicken.

"In Atlantis, we live in the here and now. We do have marriages, but we draw the line between love and lust differently."

His voice sounded like a seductive twilight to Namor's ears in her current state.

"My people don't know such a thing as monogamy. We live more for bliss. Even with one spouse, someone has multiple partners, whether just for the moment of pleasure or for a certain longer period of time. Children of others are raised as one's own."

Sue felt the heat in her body steadily rise. The fabric on her skin became uncomfortable.

"This is a temple of union. At a certain time of the month, several couples gather here to enjoy themselves together. Without shyness or guilt."

Namor led Sue to a wall decorated with artistic drawings and framed with colorful plants, and an excited, surprised gasp escaped her. On the rock, all she could see were blue couples having sex in a position that was familiar and completely exciting to her.

"The Indian Karma Sutra originally came from my people, but they were only able to translate a small fraction of it. Here, this is my favorite position."

Namor pointed to a couple where the man was taking the woman from behind in a particularly dominant doggy style position. He held her by the hair and waist. The Invisible Woman was discreetly stomping from one foot to the other.

"What's your favorite position?" he asked with a twinkle in his eyes.

Sue stood stock still.

Her eyes raced over the graphic images and she pointed at something.

"This one."

Namor raised an amused eyebrow.

"Susan Richards. You're full of interesting surprises," he chuckled.

Sue didn't immediately understand, looked at the pair, and felt her face turn bright red, as if she were a shy teenager. It showed the woman lying on her back, her legs spread incredibly wide.

"That's why they hardly wear clothes in Atlantis, because we're always ripping them off."

Namor took a step toward Sue, and she almost jumped in shock.

"We don't cover the beauty of our bodies, and our clothes are tattoos and body jewelry. The latter, in particular, gives us added pleasure."

"I'm not into piercings and tattoos," Sue said, her gaze wandering over the wall.

In her current state, it was a real self-flagellation.

"Didn't you say you weren't prudish and uptight? You should try it."

"No, not..."

"I meant on myself," he whispered, taking her hand and placing it on his chest.

His skin was warm and the metal in his soft, delicate nipple was cool. Sue tried to pull her hand away, but Namor held it against his chest.

"In my royal chambers, I have a whole chest of different body jewelry. And I don't just mean for my chest."

"A man with so much jewelry," Sue giggled, trying to defuse the tense situation somewhat, even though her body felt like it was ice in the sun.

Namor grinned.

"I didn't mean for myself."

Sue freed her hand.

"Thank you for saving my life, for the food, and the insight into your culture... but I'm tired. Good night," she said, hurrying to her tent.

She couldn't stay near him any longer. Her whole body craved touch and caress like an evaporator craves water, and she didn't even know why. It was better to retreat and put enough distance between him.

Sue zipped it down.

"Is the tent big enough for two?" he called.

"What?"

"My tent was destroyed," Namor said, winking at her.

Oh God, yes, let him in, Sue could practically hear her body begging and pleading, and it took all her strength just to shrug.

"This is only a one-man tent," Sue lied.

He said something in Atlantean.

"What?"

"We don't say good night, we wish you a satisfying night."

Sue said nothing and closed the tent. Not completely, though...

The opening remained slightly open. Not much, but enough for Namor to notice...