The backstage fun
The Encore of Ice and Invisibility
"The night is still young, and the setlist isn't over yet," Luna whispered, her voice like velvet over ice. She stood over the two of you, her eyes dark with a hunger that matched the adrenaline still coursing through her veins from the performance. "In fact, I think we’re just getting to the encore. What do you say, Sue? Do you have enough stamina for one more round?"
Susan looked up from your shoulder, her blonde hair tousled and her lips swollen from your kisses. A slow, mischievous smile spread across her face—a look that rarely graced the covers of the news magazines that followed the Fantastic Four. "I think I’m just getting my second wind," she admitted, her voice gaining a newfound confidence.
Luna didn't wait for another word. She reached for the side of her shimmering stage outfit, pulling a hidden tab. The mosaic of sequins and sheer panels fell away, pooling at her feet like a discarded skin. Underneath, she wore only a pair of thin, lace-trimmed stockings held up by delicate garters. Her lithe, athletic body was a stark contrast to Susan’s lush, maternal curves, but together, they looked like two sides of a perfect coin.
"Follow me," Luna commanded, though her tone remained soft and submissive to the shared desire of the room.
She led the way toward a door at the back of the VIP lounge. It bore a standard 'Employees Only' sign, but as Luna pressed her palm against a hidden scanner, the door hissed open to reveal something far more decadent than a storage closet. It was a private suite, bathed in the soft, amber glow of recessed lighting. In the center sat a sprawling king-sized bed draped in charcoal silk sheets. The air here smelled of sandalwood and Luna’s signature perfume—a scent that always signaled the beginning of a long, sleepless night.
Luna climbed onto the bed first, crawling across the silk with a feline grace until she reached the headboard. She leaned back against the plush velvet, her legs spread slightly, inviting the both of you into her world.
"Come here, Sue," Luna beckoned, her hand reaching out.
Susan moved toward her, her naked body shimmering under the warm lights. She climbed onto the bed, her knees sinking into the soft mattress. As she reached Luna, the pop star pulled her into a deep, lingering kiss. It was a sight that defied everything the public knew about these two women—the icy, poised idol and the steadfast, invisible matriarch—now lost in each other, their hands wandering over skin that had been denied touch for far too long.
"You’re so beautiful," Luna murmured against Susan’s lips. "I’ve wanted to see you like this for years. So raw. So open."
Susan’s hands moved down Luna’s torso, her touch light yet possessive. "You’ve always been a dangerous influence, Luna Snow."
"Only because I know what you really want," Luna countered. She gently pushed Susan away, guiding her into a new position. "Now, show me how much you’ve missed this."
Susan understood the unspoken command. She turned around, shifting her weight until she was on all fours, her back arched and her impressive, hourglass hips tilted upward. In this position, she was a vision of vulnerability and power combined. She leaned forward, her chest pressing against the mattress as she moved toward Luna’s open legs.
You watched from the edge of the bed, the heat in the room rising to a fever pitch. The sight of Susan Storm, the most respected woman in the hero community, positioning herself between your wife’s thighs was enough to make your heart hammer against your ribs.
Luna let out a sharp, needy gasp as Susan’s mouth found her. The pop star’s fingers tangled in Susan’s blonde hair, anchoring her as the older woman began to taste her. Susan was methodical, her tongue tracing the sensitive folds with a hunger that spoke of her months of celibacy. She was eating Luna out with a desperation that made Luna’s back arch off the headboard, her toes curling against the silk.
"Oh, god... yes, Sue... right there," Luna moaned, her head falling back.
You didn't need any more invitation. You moved behind Susan, your knees settling on the bed. The view was breathtaking. Her skin was flushed a deep rose, and as she worked on Luna, her hips swayed instinctively, seeking the friction she knew was coming. You reached out, your hands gripping her waist, your thumbs digging into the soft dip of her lower back.
Susan let out a muffled moan into Luna’s skin, her body shivering as you guided yourself to her entrance. She was incredibly wet, the lingering heat from your previous encounter making her body soft and welcoming. With one steady thrust, you buried yourself deep inside her.
The reaction was instantaneous. Susan’s back arched even further, a guttural sound escaping her throat as she continued her ministrations on Luna. She didn't slow down; if anything, the sensation of being filled from behind drove her to be even more aggressive with your wife.
Luna’s eyes snapped open, wild and unfocused. "Yes! Both of you... don't stop!"
The rhythm was primal. You held Susan’s hips, your pace steady and relentless, driving into her as she leaned forward to give Luna everything she had. The bed creaked under the weight of your movements, a steady percussion to the symphony of moans and gasps filling the suite.
Susan was a force of nature. Even as you pushed her harder, she kept her focus on Luna, her tongue and fingers working in perfect synchronization. You could feel the tension building in her muscles, the way her internal walls clamped down on you with every thrust. She was losing herself, the "Invisible Woman" disappearing entirely to leave behind a woman who was purely, unapologetically carnal.
You leaned forward, your chest pressing against Susan’s back, your hands reaching around to find her breasts again. They swung heavily with the motion, and as you squeezed them, Susan let out a loud, high-pitched cry. She broke away from Luna for a moment, her head snapping back to rest on your shoulder, her eyes rolling back in her head.
"I can't... it’s too much," she wheezed, her breath coming in short, jagged bursts.
"It’s not enough," Luna challenged, her voice thick with lust. She reached down, her own hands guiding Susan back to her. "Give me more, Sue. I want to feel you break."
Susan growled—a low, animalistic sound you never thought you’d hear from her—and dove back in. The intensity doubled. You increased your speed, your thrusts becoming deeper, more demanding. You were giving her everything you had, your body slick with sweat as you pushed her toward the edge.
The room seemed to vibrate. Whether it was Susan’s powers reacting to her climax or simply the sheer energy of the three of you, the air felt electric. Luna was screaming now, her hands clenching the sheets as Susan’s tongue found the perfect spot, her movements frantic and expertly aimed.
"I’m going... I’m going!" Luna cried out, her body stiffening as she hit a shattering climax.
The sight of your wife coming so violently triggered something in Susan. She let out a sob of pure pleasure, her body convulsing around you. The ripples of her orgasm were like waves, crashing over you, pulling you along with her. You gripped her hair, your movements reaching a frantic crescendo as you poured yourself into her one last time.
The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the sound of three people trying to remember how to breathe.
Susan collapsed forward, her face buried in Luna’s stomach, her body still twitching with the aftershocks. Luna had her arms wrapped around Susan’s head, her fingers gently stroking the blonde locks, a serene, post-coital glow on her face. You stayed behind Susan for a moment, your forehead resting against her back, feeling the frantic thrum of her heart slowly begin to level out.
After a long minute, Susan shifted, rolling onto her side and pulling you down with her. The three of you lay in a tangled heap of limbs and silk, the cool air of the room a welcome relief against your heated skin.
Susan looked at Luna, then at you, a dazed, beautiful smile on her face. "I think," she whispered, her voice raspy, "that was the best performance I’ve ever been a part of."
Luna giggled, leaning over to kiss Susan’s cheek before turning to you. "I told you, Sue. My husband is a miracle worker. And you? You’re a natural."
Susan sighed, closing her eyes as she snuggled closer to you. "Reed never... he never looked at me like that. Like I was something to be devoured."
"He was a fool," you said softly, kissing the top of her head.
"He was," Luna agreed, her hand resting on your chest. "But his loss is our gain. And I think Sue is going to be spending a lot more time with us from now on. Don't you agree, darling?"
You looked at the two incredible women in your arms—your wife, the superstar who loved to share, and the legendary heroine who had finally found the fire she had been missing. "I think that’s the best idea you’ve had all night."
Susan didn't say anything, but the way she squeezed your hand and pressed her body closer to yours was all the answer you needed. The world outside might see them as icons, but in this room, they were just yours, and the night was far from over.