Chapter 15: Catching up
The heavy thud of the penthouse door slamming shut echoed like a gunshot in the sudden silence. Mary was gone. The air still vibrated with her fury, the scent of dim sum now mingling with ozone and something sharp, like burnt metal. Sue visibly sagged, the rigid line of her shoulders softening. She let out a slow breath, her hand instinctively drifting to rest on the gentle swell beneath her thin t-shirt.
"Okay," she murmured, more to herself than to me."That was… intense." She peeled off the t-shirt, revealing a simple, supportive sports bra beneath. Her high-rise panties hugged the curve of her hips and the undeniable bump of her belly. She looked… soft.Radiant. Utterly unlike the Invisible Woman who’d just faced down Titania. Just a woman, maybe midway through her second trimester, standing in my living room bathed in city light.She caught me looking. A faint blush touched her cheeks."Reed’s… excited," she said, her voice quieter now, almost hesitant. She traced the curve of her belly with her fingertips."Fascinated, really. He’s already running projections, calculating potential power manifestations based on your unique mitochondrial DNA and my force field harmonics." A wry, tired smile touched her lips."He treats it like one of his experiments.The ultimate data point."
The pang in my chest wasn't jealousy, exactly. More like sorrow for her."He’s not… here?"I asked carefully.
Sue shook her head, her gaze drifting towards the panoramic view."I told him I was coming to see you. He just… nodded. Said 'Have fun, Susan,' and vanished back into the Negative Zone containment lab."She wrapped her arms loosely around herself."He means well.He truly does. But sometimes…"
"Sometimes you need someone who sees the person, not the phenomenon," I finished softly.
Her eyes met mine, clear and searching."Exactly."She managed a small, genuine smile this time. "So… Thai?I’m suddenly starving again.Something spicy. Pad Kee Mao? And maybe…" she gestured towards the massive screen embedded in the wall, "...one of those nature documentaries?The deep-sea ones?With the weird glowing fish?"
A laugh escaped me, unexpected and relieving the last dregs of tension."You got it. Spicy noodles and bioluminescent anglerfish.Coming right up."
The rest of the evening unfolded in a quiet, comfortable rhythm. We ate sprawled on the oversized sofa, chopsticks clicking against cardboard containers, the mesmerizing blue glow of the deep ocean washing over us.Sue tucked her legs under her, leaning slightly against my side. The warmth of her skin seeped through my shirt. We didn’t talk much, just pointed out bizarre creatures or commented on the narrator’s soothing voice.It felt… normal. Human. A stark, precious contrast to the superhuman chaos that usually defined our lives.
As the credits rolled on a segment about hydrothermal vents, Sue stretched languidly, a soft groan escaping her. She turned her head on the cushion, looking up at me.The city lights reflected in her eyes.
"That was perfect," she sighed. Then, quieter, almost shyly, "Ron?Could we… maybe… just have some normal, human sex? No timers?No data pads?Just… us?" Her hand rested lightly on her belly."Gentle?"
The request, so simple yet profound after everything, hit me square in the chest. "Of course, Sue," I murmured, brushing a stray strand of hair from her forehead."Anything you want.Gentle. Slow."I met her gaze, wanting her to understand the sincerity. "I promise.Just… two or three minutes worth.Tops. Enough to feel good, not enough to overwhelm."
A soft giggle bubbled up from her, bright and unexpected."Two or three minutes," she repeated, amusement dancing in her eyes. "Coming from you, that sounds downright restrained."She reached up, her fingers tracing my jawline. "And I promise," she whispered, leaning closer, her breath warm against my skin, "no recording data. Scout’s honor."Her kiss was soft, exploratory.A rediscovery. It tasted like green curry and contentment. We moved to the bedroom, the city a silent witness beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The cool sheets whispered against our skin as we undressed each other slowly, deliberately. There was no urgency born of scientific curiosity or superhuman stamina, just a deep, shared need for connection, for tenderness.
Her pregnant body was a marvel against mine – softer curves, fuller breasts, the warm, firm swell of her belly pressing against my abdomen as I settled between her thighs. My own dense weight felt different here, not a tool or a burden, but simply part of me, held carefully against her vulnerability.
"Easy," she breathed as I entered her, inch by careful inch. Her inner walls, slick and welcoming, yielded with a soft sigh."Oh… that’s nice.So nice."
I moved with deliberate slowness, focusing entirely on her – the flutter of her eyelids, the hitch in her breath, the way her fingers tightened on my shoulders then relaxed. Every thrust was measured, deep but unhurried, designed for friction and pleasure, not conquest or procreation. Her moans were low, throaty, sounds of pure sensation, not surprise or endurance."You feel so good," I murmured against her neck, kissing the pulse point there. "Perfect."
"Ron…" Her voice was thick, dazed with pleasure. Her legs wrapped around my hips, pulling me fractionally deeper, but the rhythm remained languid, unhurried. Her climax built slowly, a rising tide rather than a crashing wave. I felt it in the tightening of her muscles around me, the sharp intake of breath, the way her head pressed back into the pillow. A soft cry escaped her, muffled against my shoulder, as she trembled, her body arching gently.
I held her through it, my own release held firmly in check. Only when her tremors subsided, her breathing slowing to deep, satisfied sighs, did I allow myself to follow. True to my word, it was brief – a powerful surge, dense and hot, filling her deeply but contained, finite. Two, maybe three intense pulses, a fraction of my usual torrent, before it subsided into a warm, satisfying thrum deep within me. A sigh of relief and contentment escaped my own lips.
We lay tangled together afterwards, sticky and spent, the only sound our mingled breathing and the distant hum of the city. My softening length remained nestled inside her, a comfortable, intimate weight. One of my hands rested possessively on the curve of her belly, feeling the faint, reassuring pulse of life beneath my palm. Her skin was dewy, flushed.
Sue nestled her head against my chest, her fingers tracing idle patterns on my arm. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with sleep and satisfaction."That was… exactly what I needed.Just… human."
"Just human," I echoed softly, pressing a kiss to her hair. The scent of her shampoo – something clean and floral – mixed with the musk of sex and the faint, indefinable scent of her pregnancy.Below my hand, her belly felt warm, alive. A silent testament to the impossible, yet here it was, nestled between us in the quiet aftermath. Sue’s breathing deepened, evening out into sleep, her body a warm, trusting weight against mine. The city lights painted shifting patterns on the ceiling, but inside, wrapped around her, the world felt perfectly, peacefully still.
The city lights painted shifting patterns on the ceiling, but inside, wrapped around her, the world felt perfectly, peacefully still. Sue's warmth seeped into my side, her breathing a slow, steady rhythm against my chest. My heavy flaccid weight rested comfortably between her thighs, a familiar anchor against her soft skin. Sleep pulled me under, deep and dreamless, wrapped in the scent of her hair and sex.
Hours dissolved. Consciousness returned not with a jolt, but with a slow, luxurious pressure. Warmth bloomed around my cock. I blinked, disoriented, in the predawn gloom. I lay on my back now. Sue was gone from my side. My member, impossibly hard already, jutted straight up, glistening wetly. Droplets of saliva pearled on my shaft, cool against the heated skin. Sensation overwhelmed sight: the unmistakable, velvety pressure of lips encircling my crown. An unseen tongue swirled expertly around the ridge beneath the head. A soft, wet sucking sound filled the quiet room. Sue.
"Christ, Sue," I breathed, my voice thick with sleep and sudden, intense pleasure. I could see nothing below my waist except my own erect flesh standing proud amidst the rumpled sheets. The impossible intimacy of it stole my breath. Her invisible mouth traveled down my length, taking me impossibly deep. I felt the back of her phantom throat constrict around me, a hot, tight embrace. Her head bobbed, unseen but profoundly felt. Strong, invisible hands gripped the base of my shaft, massaging the dense root. Her tongue traced the thick vein running along the underside with maddening precision. Wet heat enveloped me completely.
"Been thinking about this," her voice materialized, husky and close, seeming to emanate from the air just above my groin. The vibrations traveled straight into my cock. "Since yesterday. Watching me eat noodles. Watching me move." Her lips pulled off with a soft pop. I felt her hot breath ghosting over my wet tip. "Thinking about how gentle you were. How careful." An unseen fingertip traced the sensitive slit, gathering pre-cum. "Thought you deserved a treat." Her mouth engulfed me again, swallowing me whole. The sheer wet suction pulled a deep groan from my chest. My hips arched slightly off the mattress, seeking deeper. She took it, her throat opening for the intrusion. Her technique was relentless, almost scientific in its application to every hypersensitive nerve ending. Suck. Swallow. Lick. Repeat. Worship.
My hands fisted the sheets. "Sue… fuck… that mouth…" I rasped. The visual absence made every sensation hyper-real. The slick glide of her tongue under the foreskin. The rhythmic pressure of her cheeks hollowing. The wet sounds echoing in the quiet penthouse. It felt illicit, wildly erotic. Her invisible hands cupped my balls, the large, heavy orbs weighing down her unseen palms. She kneaded them gently, rolling the dense weight. Her mouth never stopped its perfect rhythm. Pressure built, molten and urgent, deep in my core. My usual ironclad control frayed under her invisible, expert assault. "Gonna… gonna fill that invisible throat, Sue…" I warned, my voice strained.
She hummed around my cock, the vibration rocketing through me. A final, deep swallow. A powerful suction that seemed to pull my soul up through my shaft. The dam broke. Thick, hot ropes of cum pulsed directly into the void, into her unseen mouth and throat. I felt the force of it hitting her, the convulsive swallow as she took the first heavy spurts. Her lips tightened, milking me. I bucked, helpless, pouring into the invisible warmth. The sensation of release into nothingness, only feeling the wet heat and pressure, was uniquely overwhelming. It seemed to go on forever, a deep, rhythmic expulsion. Finally, spent, I collapsed back onto the mattress, gasping. Wetness coated the lower half of my shaft, gleaming in the faint light. The invisible pressure around my softening cock vanished. A soft chuckle drifted from the space beside me on the bed.
"Tastes different," her voice said, closer to my ear now. A warm, wet hand – visible again – rested on my heaving chest. Sue flickered fully back into view, kneeling beside me. Her lips were swollen, glistening. A stray trickle of white escaped the corner of her mouth. She licked it away slowly, her eyes holding mine, dark and satisfied. "Less… volcanic than last time. More… concentrated." She grinned, running her visible hand over her bump. "Gentle has its perks." She leaned down, pressing sticky, cum-tasting lips to mine. The weight of her pregnancy pressed warmly against my side as she settled back down, pulling the sheet over us both. Dawn was just starting to bleed pink and orange across the skyline beyond the windows. The city began to stir, oblivious to the superhuman intimacy unfolding high above its streets. Sue sighed, nestling her head onto my shoulder, one hand still possessively curved around the heavy, softening flesh between my legs. "Round two," she murmured sleepily, "involves pancakes." Her breathing deepened almost instantly, returning to the rhythmic rise and fall of sleep. I stared at the ceiling, the phantom sensations of her invisible mouth still thrumming on my skin, the taste of her kiss lingering. The impossible life within her pressed against my ribs.
The impossible life within her pressed against my ribs. Dawn light, pale and cool now, painted stripes across the rumpled sheets. Sue’s sleeping weight was solid, warm, grounding. Her blonde hair fanned across my shoulder, smelling faintly of sex and expensive conditioner. My hand rested naturally on the pronounced curve of her belly, feeling the subtle, miraculous movements beneath the taut skin. A tiny foot, maybe, pressing back. Breath hitched in my throat. Amazing. Utterly amazing. Yet, underneath the awe, a thread of something else pulled tight. Bittersweet. This wasn’t my family. Not really. My thumb traced the swell. "Sue?" My voice was rough with sleep. She stirred, a soft murmur escaping her lips. "What did you... what did Reed decide? About the baby?"
Her eyes fluttered open, bleary then sharpening with awareness. She didn’t tense. Instead, a slow, lazy smile spread across her face. Without a word, she pressed her incredible ass back against my already stirring cock. Hard. Deliberate. A playful grind that sent sparks down my spine. "Family," she murmured, her voice thick and warm, "always comes first, Ron." Another slow, deliberate rotation of her hips, her warmth radiating through the thin sheet. My hand tightened reflexively on her belly. "But," she continued, the smile turning distinctly wicked, shifting her hips just enough to align us perfectly, "if you do a good job... screwing me nice and slow... while Reed’s busy figuring out the multiverse in his lab..." She tilted her head, glancing back over her shoulder, catching my gaze. Her eyes held a challenge, a promise. "...maybe Uncle Ron can be Mom’s special friend." The title, playful yet loaded, hung in the quiet air.
A low, resonant chuckle rumbled deep in my chest. Relief, amusement, the sharp pang of bittersweet acceptance all tangled together. "Special friend, huh?" I shifted behind her, my free hand sliding down the smooth, impossibly strong plane of her flank. My fingers found the slick heat already gathering between her thighs. She gasped softly, pushing back harder. "Think I can handle that." My cock, thick and heavy, throbbed against her cleft. I lined myself up carefully, the broad, dense head nudging against her swollen entrance. Even slick and wanting, the sheer size difference was always present. "Easy now," I murmured, more to myself than her, pressing forward with deliberate slowness. The stretch was immediate, intense. Her body yielded gradually, like molten glass, enveloping me in a sheath of incredible, tight heat. Inch by thick inch, I sank into her, feeling the powerful clench of her inner muscles adjusting, accommodating. So deep. So full. Her breath came in shallow pants against the pillow. "Oh god, yes," she breathed, her hand reaching back to grip my thigh. "Just... like that... slow..."
The fit was incredible. Tight as a velvet glove over dense stone. Even relaxed, her internal muscles provided an almost stubborn resistance that massaged every inch of me. Her belly pressed firmly against my hand as I pushed fully home, burying myself to the root. She whimpered, a sound of profound satisfaction mixed with the strain of containing him. We lay fused for a moment, breathing together, adjusting to the deep joining. The sheer physical reality was overwhelming: her pregnant warmth, the tight clasp of her channel, the heavy fullness stretching her. My thumb found the hard nub above where we joined, pressing in slow circles. A sharp cry tore from her. "Ron!" Her hips jerked, driving me impossibly deeper for a split second before she stilled, trembling. "You... you feel like you're rearranging my insides," she gasped, half-laughing, half-groaning. "In the best way." She clamped down deliberately, a powerful internal squeeze that made stars burst behind my eyes. "Don't stop."
The slow rhythm began. Long, deep draws, pulling almost all the way out before sinking back into that exquisite, clinging heat. Each stroke was measured, deliberate, focused entirely on the glide, the friction, the connection. My hand stayed anchored on her belly, feeling the life within, anchoring me. Her back arched, pressing her ass harder against my hips, demanding more depth. I gave it, grinding deep on each thrust, feeling her internal walls ripple and pulse. Her moans deepened, lost their edges, becoming continuous sounds of pure sensation. "So deep," she slurred, her face half-buried in the pillow. "Feels... you're everywhere..." Her own hand slipped down, fingers finding where we joined, rubbing furious circles on her clit. The added stimulation made her clench around me like a vise. My control began to fray. The slow burn threatened to ignite.
Her breath hitched, then stopped. Her body locked tight. "Oh! Oh god, Ron!" The cry was raw, ripped from her core. Her inner muscles clamped down in relentless, rhythmic waves, milking my buried cock with astonishing force. She shook against me, trembling through the peak, her fingernails digging into my thigh.
The sharp clench of her climax rippled through me, a violent, pulsing vise that threatened to shatter my control. Her fingernails bit into my thigh, anchoring her as she rode the wave, a raw cry muffled by the pillow. I gritted my teeth, muscles locking against the tidal surge building in my own core, holding back the inevitable eruption with sheer will. Not yet. The dense weight of my balls ached, a heavy pressure cooker near its limit.
Sue collapsed forward with a long, shuddering sigh, her body going boneless against the sheets. Sweat slicked her back, gleaming in the low dawn light filtering through the windows. "Fuck," she breathed, the word thick and satisfied. She shifted slightly, her pregnant belly a warm, solid weight against the mattress. "Almost had you there, Hardin." Her chuckle was soft, breathless. "Holding out on me?"
"Barely," I admitted, my voice rough. The sensation of her fierce internal convulsions still echoed along my shaft, a lingering, delicious torture. My hand, still resting on the taut curve of her belly, felt the subtle flutter within. "You pack a hell of a punch, Storm."
She pushed herself up onto her elbows, tossing sweat-damp blonde hair out of her face. A playful, exhausted smile touched her lips. "Good special friend," she murmured, the title holding a warmth that went beyond the joke, echoing her earlier words. "Really good." Her eyes, still dark with lingering pleasure, held mine. Then, with a deliberate slowness that was almost ceremonial, she pushed back onto her knees.
The movement was careful, mindful of the significant swell beneath her navel. She settled onto her heels, the crown of her blonde head dipping low as she arched her back. Her ass lifted, presenting herself. The view was arresting: the powerful muscles of her back and shoulders tapering down to the dramatic flare of her hips, the heavy, beautiful curve of her pregnancy hanging low below her, swaying slightly. Her sex, glistening and swollen from our earlier joining, was openly displayed, an intimate offering framed by the soft, pale flesh of her inner thighs. The faint scent of our coupling, musk and salt, mingled with the lingering smell of her shampoo. "Think you can manage me like this?" she asked, her voice dropping to a low, husky challenge. "Without blowing your load too soon this time?" She glanced back over her shoulder, a spark of her usual defiance mixed with raw need in her eyes. "Uncle Ron?"
The title, combined with the blatant vulnerability and strength of her pose, ignited something primal. My cock, still buried deep within her moments before, throbbed back to full, aching rigidity against my stomach. The dense heaviness felt electric, demanding. "Keep talking like that," I growled, moving behind her on the bed, my knees sinking into the soft mattress on either side of her thighs, "and I make no promises." My hands settled on her hips, feeling the solid power beneath the soft skin. The sheer breadth of her pregnancy brushed against my lower abdomen as I leaned forward, aligning myself.
The thick, broad head of my cock pressed against her slicked, stretched entrance. Even after our slow joining earlier, the sheer density and size presented a challenge. She took a sharp breath, pushing back instinctively, her inner muscles fluttering in anticipation against the intrusion. I pressed slowly, steadily, feeling the incredible resistance, the yielding pressure as her body accommodated the impossible girth inch by thick inch. Her gasp turned into a low, guttural moan as the widest part breached her, stretching her impossibly wide. "Ohgod... feels... huge," she managed, her voice strained, her knuckles whitening where she gripped the sheets. "So deep... pushing right... there..." Her head dropped forward between her shoulders, a soft whimper escaping her.
I seated myself fully, buried to the root, the dense base pressing firmly against her perineum. The fit was breathtakingly tight, a seamless, heated clamp around my entire length, intensified by the pressure of her belly hanging beneath us. Every slight movement sent shockwaves through us both. My hands slid forward, palms coming to rest on the immense, warm curve of her belly, feeling the life within, grounding myself against the overwhelming sensation. I began to move. Slow, deliberate thrusts, pulling almost all the way out until just the flared head stretched her entrance, then driving back in with controlled power, sinking deep into that molten, clinging heat. The drag was exquisite torture. Her internal muscles rippled, clenched, massaged relentlessly.
"Ron... yes..." Sue gasped, pushing her hips back to meet each deep plunge. Her voice was ragged, lost in sensation. "Harder... need it... harder." Her hands braced on the mattress, taking her weight as she rocked back onto me with increasing force. The slap of flesh against flesh filled the quiet room, a rhythmic counterpoint to her sharp cries. I complied, driving into her with deeper, more powerful strokes, my grip firm on her hips, anchoring her as her pregnant body absorbed the impact. Her channel tightened like a fist around me, an involuntary reaction that pulled a groan from deep in my chest. She felt every ridge, every vein, the sheer, unyielding density of me. Her moans escalated, becoming raw, almost desperate pleas. "Oh god... yes! Right there! Don't stop! Don't you dare stop!"
The angle, the depth, the visceral sight of her powerful form presenting herself, the overwhelming tightness – it drove me towards the edge terrifyingly fast. Sweat beaded on my forehead. My balls drew up tight, the dense orbs heavy and aching against her. I could feel the pressure building, a volcanic surge demanding release. Her inner muscles clenched violently around my shaft again, signaling another peak barreling towards her. Her cries became incoherent, a high, keening sound of pure, unraveling ecstasy. Her back arched impossibly, her ass pressing flush against my groin as she took me to the hilt. "Ron! I'm... I'm... COMING!" she shrieked, her whole body locking into a rigid arc.
Her climax hit like a supernova. Violent, rhythmic convulsions seized her sex, a rapid-fire clenching that felt like being milked by a dozen invisible hands. The sensation was too much. My control, already frayed to the breaking point, shattered completely. "Sue!" My roar mingled with hers as the dam burst. The first thick, heavy pulse surged up my shaft, a molten rope blasting deep into her core. The force of it seemed to trigger another wave in her, her convulsions intensifying, pulling more from me. Spurts of dense, hot cum erupted, one after another, deep and sustained, filling her with relentless pressure. I felt her internal muscles working, trying to contain the impossible volume, the sheer force of the ejaculation. My hips pistoned, driving the spurts deeper as my vision blurred, lost in the blinding, primal eruption. Her trembling intensified, her cries dissolving into gasping sobs as she took it all, held upright only by my bruising grip on her hips and the power of her own trembling limbs. The rhythmic spurting seemed to go on forever, echoing the frantic pulse of her own climax.