The Pills Are Addictive

Past (The Avengers #12)

"Oh, Harvey, really," Sue Storm mumbled to herself as she read the report that had just been transmitted by the Avengers. The Mole Man working together with the Red Ghost, an atomic gyroscope to speed up the rotation of the Earth—Sue laid the report down in utter disgust at what her mentor had done.

Then the Invisible Girl popped another of the Mole Man's pills into her mouth.

A warm sense of well-being swept through the young blonde woman's body. A shiver of almost erotic excitement. She squirmed in her seat in the Baxter Building's communication center. If only she and Reed were married, she would...well, they weren't. Not yet.

With a thought, an invisible hand closed and locked the door. Sue's hand slid down the waistband of her costume, underneath her panties. It was the middle of the day, but the men of the Fantastic Four weren't here right now and she needed release.

It's those damn pills! Sue thought, as her eyes fell on the Mole Man's photo on the report. Her fingers found her delicate petals and spread them as her middle finger rubbed at her clit. She began to huff, invisible hands pinching her nipples through her costume.

Sue had started taking the pills to try and help Harvey. Yet the more she took, the more she needed to take. There were days when she missed her "fix" and felt terrible, and other times like this when just taking one put her in such a state that she needed immediate release.

"Oh, Harvey!" Sue moaned as her hips began to buck. A part of her imagined his big schnozz rubbing her pussy. A terrible, sinful thought. Reed was her fiancé! And yet...it made her so hot...

Her frantic fingering increased in pace. Her hips bucked, imagination running away with her. She hoped this nonsense with the Avengers would be over with soon. Sue wanted to see Harvey again...to talk with him...about these pills...

Present

Sue Storm popped another pill into her mouth. She felt the now all-too-familiar sense of bliss, the erotic heat that flooded her loins. The Mole Man had played with the formulation over the years. Never the exact same substance twice, never enough of any one **** to develop a tolerance. Each batch struck her like the first time, and her body craved that pharmaceutical stimulation.

The heroine, wife and mother, looked out of the window of her bedroom and wondered what the people of New York would do if they knew she was addicted to pills. Had been, for almost her entire superhero career. She bit her lip and let an invisible nose nudge at her clit.

When the Fantastic Four had encountered the Mole Man again, they hadn't just talked.