Sue Storm Feels Great - But Strange, Erotic Dreams Assail Her

It must have been fortified with vitamins or something. That was all that Sue Storm could think as she drained every drop of Porkum's Organic Nut Milk. Glass after creamy glass went down her throat. Yet the Invisible Woman could discern no terrible side-effect. In fact, she felt better than before. Stronger, more energetic. She licked the creamy milk from her upper lip like a contented cat, and practically purred to herself as she set about the day's business. There were emails to answer, small matters of business to do with the Fantastic Four licensing, a visit from the nurse to change her dressing, an evening video call with her children to see how they were getting along.

Sue even felt so well that she peeled off her clothes and lay in bed, she brought her knees up and her hands behind her head and began to do kegels. With eyes closed, the naked heroine focused her mind on her pelvic muscles. She had learned to do this during her pregnancies, and still liked to use them from time to time, just to keep in practice. Gently she breathed out and **** her muscles to contract. Held and released. Breathed in and out again and repeated the process.

Ten sets of those was enough to leave Sue pelasantly sore...and, she admitted, perhaps a little hot and bothered. With eyes still closed she stretched out her limbs on the bed, not even caring that she stretched over into Reed's side. There was a pleasant fullness in her stomach. Her breathing became slower, deeper. Before Sue even realized it, she had slipped off into sleep.

The Empress Sue wore no clothes. Her blonde hair was piled up high, and she moved through the medieval city with regal dignity as peasants and nobles alike averted her eyes. Servitors knelt along her path, and the Empress haughtily accepted their gifts of bonbons and glasses of frothy, creamy milk as pink blossoms showered her from above.

Her path was made of naked, bound, and blindfolded slaves, and her invisible heels stabbed down into their backs, yet they uttered not a word as their Empress made her way, the sun warm on her skin. A small mustachio'd jester cried out praises for her beauty to all who could hear, and the mighty knights in her service stood arrayed on either side to serve her every need.

She chewed the chocolate balls and sipped the milk. The Empress did have a need. Yet there was only one who could fill it.

At the end of the path stood her throne. It was splayed out like a hammock, the soft flesh a single elastic sheet. Blindfolded and gagged, naked and subservient, only a single part of her consort was hard...but it was the most important part. The only important part, for all that the Empress cared. She stepped off the final **** and turned with a flourish. All bowed their heads, so they could not see as she lowered herself onto her elastic lover. Could not see her pelvis turn translucent so she could watch that fuckmeat fill her imperial cunt. To settle back into the warm, supporting embrace and see and feel that cock fill her to the brim, the purple head perilously close to the mouth of her womb.

"Yessss," she hissed, as her nails scratched at her consort's skin. "Fill me up, fill me with that milk..."

She laughed as he erupted deep inside of her. Laughed longer and louder as her own invisible flesh seemed to grow elastic, the cock pressed against the tip of her womb, which expanded like a balloon...

"Aaaaugh..." Sue Storm moaned and writhed in her sleep, as a hot dribble oozed out from beneath the tawny thatch between her legs. Moonlight glistened on the sweat that dappled her naked, shadowed form; highlighted the stiff, swollen nipples, the lips that sucked at the empty air. Pelvic muscles sore from kegels spasmed in **** relief that left her body a-quiver long into the early morning hours, when she dropped at last into a deeper, dreamless sleep.

Before dawn, a delivery truck arrived. Another bottle of Porkum's Organic Nut Milk was sent up to the mail room.