Intense images bombarded their minds, scenes of the two as they once were, strong and feral scouting through the school grounds turning their students and friends into Wendigos like themselves. The mansion and school destroyed and reduced to rubble as dozens if not hundreds in their pack fought and mated with wild abandon. Other images were those of She-Hulk herself, now a massive and powerful Wendigo Queen surrounded by dozens of others, urging them to her new home island with promises of becoming just like her a massive feral creature detached from humanity and only desiring to feed and grow.

"Bah… So hard to." "Get that out of our." "Heads, it just had to be." "She-Hulk! Of all the people to find the curse it." "Had to be the most nympho maniacal." "Insecure." "Curvaceous." "Succulent…"

Shaking their heads again the two psychics frowned at the effect the former gamma heroine was having on them, undoing a button on their tops to help them breath they held each other close to regain their mental strength. Even after fifteen years the two looked as beautiful as ever, even in their forties they appeared young and vibrant.

"Dammit! What are we." Supposed to do about this?" "Every minute she’s telling us to." "Let go and join her." "There has to be an." "Alternative."

Hearing a knock at their door the two looked over to hear a voice on the other end call from the hallway. "Hey ladies? You feeling alright? You got up and left pretty quickly after the meeting."

Swinging the door wide open the two caught Logan by surprise, a look of heated interest in their eyes when they pulled him into their room. "LOGAN!" "Thank goodness you came, we’ve got." "An itch that only." "YOU can scratch." Locking the door behind them the two led Wolverine to the bed, where said itch could be thoroughly scratched!

***

High above the city from the top floor of the Baxter Building…

""Mmmmmngh… Harder Reed! HARDER!"

Pinning her husband down on the bed and riding him like he was a bucking bronco Susan Storm moaned and wailed out in passion. She never felt like this in years and it came on her so suddenly too. It happened recently actually, first off the kids were gone and nowhere to be seen, the next she felt… Frisky. Idly giving Reed some attention in the lab her idle flirting became more aggressive by the minute, eventually she just hauled him out of his lab and dragged him to their room together.

For a woman pushing mid-forties Susan certainly looked good for her age, her long blonde hair was still golden and her face showed none of the laugh lines or crow’s feet, not to mention being a mother of four gave her quite the generous figure. With wide hips and a bust comparable to large fruit the Invisible Woman turned quite a few heads when she’d cross the street. Even so she was always respectable, with a warm smile and a pleasant demeanor to match.

"I said HARDER you fucking rubber band, I shouldn’t have to be the one bouncing here!" That is until right now. 15 years’ worth of pent up desire and arousal had crashed down on the woman and she wanted satisfaction NOW! But there was more to it, something she could feel at the back of her mind even while she was grinding down on her husband like he was a pencil eraser. She couldn’t get the day dreams out of her head, vivid dreams of when she and the others had been turned into Wendigos and she was the defacto leader, the pack leader of the Four. Leaning back with an audible purr Susan rode out her fifth orgasm just before snapping right back into another bout with her husband.

"Again?... ‘Pant’… But sweetheart what if… ‘Pant’… The kids show up?"

"Never mind the kids!... You’ve got ME to worry about!" Kissing him roughly Susan went right back to where she started, all the while the images of a green furred wendigo woman flickered in her mind, urging her on.