Reed Is Very Interested

Reed Richards could speak at length about electron densities and atomic transmutation. He was eloquent on the subject of the interaction between zero ****, cosmic rays, and **** gamma. His heroes were men and women of science, and he held in high esteem the lives as well as the discoveries of Albert Einstein, Marie Curie, Niels Bohr, and Werner Heisenberg.

For all his vast intellect, Mister Fantastic did not know art. He was helpless at galleries, appreciative of the anatomical attention to detail in a Greek statue but utterly lost when presented with a Cubist sculpture. Sue Storm had dragged him through museums and to plays, hoping for him to catch a glimmer of the excitement and beauty of it all, but for Reed beauty was a mathematical elegance to the fundamental equations of the universe.

He did, however, know what he liked.

When she had presented him with the photos from the shoot, the Invisible Woman had hoped to catch his interest. As he flipped through the photos, however, she saw that she had captured his interest. His eyes lingered on photos as more and more of her clothes had come off. She saw the color bloom in his cheeks, and spread to his ears as they got to the rocket ship scene. Sue bit her lip, nervous and excited as she saw his hands tremble, and whatever measurement he was about to take was completely forgotten.

The Invisible Woman didn't realize how much the photos had affected her until his arm stretched past her to lock the door. And she saw something writhe out of the waistband of his pants, loop around her waist, and drag her toward him. As his lips mashed against hers, she felt the head of his cock push through the hidden seams of her costume.

"Wait...let me take my pants off!" she mumbled between his fervent kisses.

It was too late.

Sue Storm gave a little moan as her husband slipped inside of her. His rubbery arms and legs wrapped around Sue's arms and legs, coccooning her as his rubbery prick thrust inside of her with frantic need, the path of the cock rubbing directly across her clit with each stroke. They collapsed to the floor, Reed's squishy body cushioning the fall as they writhed and moaned together.

"So...that's why I was a few minutes late," Sue Storm said, her yellow hair a mess, a red blush still visible on her cheeks. She hadn't even changed out of her uniform, having flown here in a rush once she realized she was late for her appointment with Dr. Stone.

Who coughed politely.

"Well, I'm...glad that worked out so well," she said, then **** a smile to her face. "So, let's talk about the next step."

"Next step?" Sue said.

"The photo shoot was to help you to get comfortable with your own body, not explicitly to get you laid. Although that is a positive outcome," Dr. Stone said. "However, you still have a ways to go before you've overcome more of your psychological hangups."

"Okay," Sue said, and took a deep breath. "So, what's next?"