Sue Storm's Dreams of Dr. Stone Grow More Explicit

The Skrulls did not invade that morning.

No interdimensional parasite sought to feed off Franklin's psychic potential. Silicone-based entities from the future made no effort to colonize Ben Grimm's rocky epidermis. No cosmic ray spike triggered Johnny Storm's powers. Reed Richards did accidentally cause a matter/anti-matter reaction, but it was inside the containment chamber and involved Pym particles, so all that resulted was some negative mass and a spilled cup of coffee.

So Sue Storm hugged her pillow and dreamed in peace.

She hadn't worn her panties last night, and the oversized t-shirt she wore as a night shirt had run up around her waist. Her bare pussy rubbed directly against the pillowcase with Dr. Stone's image on it, and the slight dampness released more of the carefully-crafted chemicals, to be absorbed by the exposed mucous membranes. In her sleep, a warm heat grew and grew between Sue's legs, and colored her dreams.

She moaned in her sleep. Her tongue ran outside her lips. Her body moved in increasingly frantic motions, like a dog kicking the air during a dream-chase. Immediately before waking, her whole body contracted, scrunching the pillow as she curled in toward it. A hot, wet gush burst from her pussy, and a gasp escaped her lips as her eyes shot open.

Dawn had not yet risen. Yet Sue Storm scrabbled for the dream diary and began to write, barely able to see the page, **** to capture the dream, or what was left of it.

"...I was in a wedding dress, walking down the aisle. Johnny and Ben were in the front row, watching. Reed was a puddle on the ground, standing as if to give me away. Karla waited for me, the tuxedo hugging her close, emphasizing her breasts. She looked radiant, triumphant, and as the priest read the ceremony, she began to take off my clothes, revealing the golden rings through my nipples, tearing off my skirt so everyone could see the naked slut in her stockings and garters and veil. Then he said 'You may kiss the bride,' and Karla pulled back the veil and I sank onto my knees. I realized she wasn't wearing clothes at all, just black bodypaint, and a golden ring pierced her clitoral hood. I closed my eyes and bent forward to kiss that shaven slit, my tongue traced the hot line of her labia, and then her hands grabbed my head and she lifted one leg over my shoulder, so that everyone could see as she rode her wife's face..."

Sue Storm's hand trembled. The pen shook in her right hand, and her left was between her legs, wet and hot, shaking with the memory of that dream.

The alarm roared. A clone of Thanos had captured Galacta, Daughter of Galactus. The Fantastic Four was needed, and Sue dropped her diary as she raced to get dressed to deal with the emergency.

Dropped, and failed to secure it.