Reed is Angry and Confused

For a moment, Reed Richards stood stock still. A brain that could calculate the variable mass of exotic particles narrowed to process the sight of his wife—his Sue—cumming her brains out, that familiar pussy clenching around the fingers of the naked blonde that shared their bed. The same blonde who smiled at him with a look of tigrish triumph.

Moonstone did not see Reed Richards move. One moment he was in the doorway. In the next instant, all was dark. Something rubbery and fluid was grasping her face, was forcing itself down her nostrils and mouth. Thanks to her enhanced physiology, this was not immediately fatal. But it also meant that Karla Sofen was too preoccupied to really pay attention to what Reed and Sue were shouting at each other.

"...dare violate my wife! I don't know how you're controlling her, but..." he growled.

"...stop! She's not controlling me! I...oh God, Reed I never wanted you to find out this way. I'm having an aff—" Sue said.

The sound that followed was sudden. Percussive. Reed Richard's grip didn't loosen, but Karla felt the impact of the slap. Heard Sue hit the window with a crash.

Then the world went mad. Karla felt herself pulled and thrown in a dozen directions. She crashed into and through walls, her superhuman durability saving her from serious injury, but unable to dim the pain of the impacts. Moonstone struggled for every breath, and pulled at Mister Fantastic's fingers with her superhuman strength. Tried to fly blindly.

Yet he would not let go. And Sue Storm was using her own powers now.

Invisible hands grabbed and tugged. The elastic hand clamped around her head squeezed and pulled. Her neck vertebrae popped as strange, terrible pressures applied themselves. Karla tried to fight her way free. Her pulse roared in her ears. There wasn't enough air.

Then the implants in her skull screamed.

The gravimetric pulse was a golden wave of light that crushed all the furniture in the bedroom and smashed them against the walls. The cracked window gave way, security glass bursting out a hundred feet from the Baxter Building. Wind suddenly whipped at them—and Reed Richard's grip finally loosened.

Karla dropped to her knees, naked, sucking in oxygen, in the center of the ruined room.

Sue Storm wasn't there. Reed Richards lay on the floor, his body twisted out of proportion, blood oozing from his mouth, nose, and ears.

"This," Karla muttered as she staggered to her feet. "Did not go according to plan."