Sue Storm Asks For A Pill While She Thinks About It

Sue Storm rolled her eyes.

"Really, Harvey! Can't you be more mature about this?" the Invisible Girl said, as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. It was the best way to keep her from reaching and grabbing the pill off the tip of the Moleman's malformed manhood. "I'm serious. Your spore pills are affecting me. I started taking them to help you, and now I'm addicted. If you don't want me to go straight to Reed and tell him what you've really been up to, then give me a pill right now!"

She held out her hand.

It was a bluff. At least, that's what Sue told herself. Yet it felt good to get it off her chest, to admit her addiction, and to vent some of her frustration.

The Mole Man paused for a moment—and then, with a sigh, he picked the pill off of his prick and placed it in her palm.

"You can't blame a man for trying," he said, not bothering to tuck her erection away as Sue immediately brought the pill to her mouth. She dry-swallowed it, the little lump sliding down her throat hard. Yet Sue could feel the edges of her need. "Although really, the spores shouldn't be affecting you that way. Are you sure you and that boyfriend of yours haven't been getting up to any hanky-panky?"

"He's my fiancé, Harvey," Sue said. "And no, I've been saving myself for our wedding nigh—aagh!"

Sue collapsed onto her knees, clutching her stomach. A terrible cramp had caused her muscles to convulse.

The Mole Man strode forward on his short legs, his staff clicking on the tiled subway floor. Sue's vision doubled, and she saw two stiff pricks wave in the air, only an inch from her face.

"You really shouldn't take those pills on an empty stomach," the Mole Man said. "They can cause acute indigestion. Fortunately, a quick infusion of protein can help settle the stomach."

His hand brushed the yellow hair out of her face. The head of his cock pressed against her lips, smearing them with pre-cum. Sue kept her teeth shut, but she could feel it rub against them.

"We need each other, Susan," the Mole Man said. "You need my pills and I—well, I need you. Perhaps we can make a little deal? I'll keep you supplied, and keep my villainy to a minimum, and you—take care of my needs. Nothing your husband needs to know about. After all, it's just a blowjob. Certainly, that's worth a little consideration, isn't it? Your dignity—in exchange for the lives of thousands that might be affected by my attempts to conquer the surface world—"

The logic would not have worked on Sue Storm if she was in her right mind. Yet the pill had already begun to dissolve, the psychoactive chemicals in her bloodstream, and the addiction ate at her conscience. She had already come this far. What would it hurt to go a little further? After all, if Reed didn't know—and people would be saved—