Sue Storm Is Kinkier

In the present, Sue Storm tugged at her new nipple rings. They were adamantium, thick gauge, and clearly visible against the almost skin-tight bustier of her suit.

"You'll need to redesign your costume again," her husband said from the doorway.

Reed Richards stretched out his arms to cup her breasts from afar, fingers rubbing at her nipples through the thin unstable molecule fabric. Already, the Invisible Woman had to carefully design her costumes to cover up her subtle tattoos, the butt plug she habitually wore. Sometimes she had gone into battle with a vibrating egg in her pussy, and felt the delicious thrill of being on the edge of climax while saving the world.

Mister Fantastic's lips found her throat, and Sue reached up to carress his neck. He had been her companion both through marriage and her journey of sexual discovery. Oral sex. Anal sex. Toys. A little master-and-**** play. She remembered how anxious he'd been when she had first asked him to spank her. How hard he'd gotten when she had slapped his dick and threatened to tie it in a knot.

Of course, there were things Reed didn't know about. Every woman needed her little secrets. The hidden laptop full of the really kinky porn. That night with Namorita when she thought Reed was dead. Slipping invisible into the Avengers' shower to see how big the Hulk really was.

She grinned. As big as the gamma-enhanced mutate was, Porkum was bigger.

Looking back on her life, the Invisible Woman could see how Porkum's little gifts had led her down this path. Before she'd tried anal sex, she had been encouraged to play with her ass with a small vibrator and lube. Before she'd gotten her nipples pierced, she'd found the piercing porn he'd left for her. It almost felt like he was her perverted guardian angel, guiding her deeper and deeper into perversion.

Yet Sue Storm knew that each step had been her choice. She could have stopped. Told Reed about Porkum and his gifts. Questioned who Porkum was and why he had been guiding her sexually all these years. She hadn't.

Because it had been too much fun.

Reed's erection pressed into the crack of her ass. She ground her caboose against him, the base of the plug pressed against his anaconda. The kids were in the other room, but if they were quiet...

"I should tell you," Reed said, breaking the room. "My instruments have detected odd temporal activity. Someone is trying to alter your timeline in some way. The variations are minor so far, but if the variations get too ****, it could cause a paradox."