Sue Storm Goes Into Withdrawal Again, Tells Reed

There was a little party when Sue Storm came home. The kids baked a cake, the icing a glorious mess of white and blue. Ben grilled hot dogs. Johnny provided homemade ice cream. Everything was perfect. The Invisible Woman was back. To tuck her children into bed. Kiss her brother and friend goodnight. To change into her own nightie, to slip between the sheets of her own bed. Reed even forewent his usual midnight hours in the lab to go to bed with her.

Sleep, though. Sleep was elusive. Sue lay in the bed tense and stiff. Her stomach gurgled, hot dog and ice cream digesting loudly. Worse, saliva filled her mouth. There was a hunger in Sue Storm's flesh. A need that dinner hadn't filled. A heat that blossomed inside of her that made her thighs rub together beneath the sheets.

One that she hated.

Sue panted, sucking in air as cold sweat blossomed on her skin. Whenever she closed her eyes, she could see Porkum's needle prick the bag. The swirling white filth sucked down the tube into her veins. Her left arm twitched like a hungry little cunt, waiting to be fucked.

As Sue's stomach lurched and she tasted bile in hter throat, she desperately tore off the covers. Reed blinked groggily as she tore at his pants. The long, skinny dick was half hard. It had been weeks since they'd made love, and Reed seldom took care of things himself, content to wait for Sue or a nocturnal emission to deal with any pent up lust. Now, with her nightie clinging to her body with cold sweat, Sue opened her mouth and swallowed his schlong.

Too far. Too fast. The glans hit the back of her throat and triggered an immediate, visceral reaction. Sue barely tore her head away from her husband's crotch to messily void her dinner onto the floor. Reed immediately moved to hold her hair out of the way. One arm stretched into the bathroom and returned with a glass of water, fizzing slightly with Alka-Seltzer tablets. His voice was calm, soothing, concerned...

Sobs wracked Sue Storm's body. Her loving husband. Who never imagined that his wife's body could be so polluted.

When the last of the food was gone, the truth came tumbling out of Sue Storm's lips. What Porkum had done to her. The addiction. Porkum's "treatment." How Sue hadn't been able to tell Reed about it. Hot salty tears ran down her face as Reed stroked her hair and held the glass of water for Sue to sip. His genius mind already racing with the problem.

Sue Storm needed more of Porkum's milk. She would get it. He would see to that.

"Don't worry, darling," Reed assured her. "We'll do what we have to. Whatever it takes."