Symbiote Blues: Black Cat Takes White Queen (Patreon)

Emma Frost’s Nina Ricci large collared coat, a cool two thousand dollars from one of her smaller bank accounts, hung smartly about her shoulders and down to her boots, which only came up to her calves today. A thin band of bare skin was visible above them, tanned and toned as anything, before the hem of her coat covered her legs again. 

From there, the coat concealed everything, except it didn’t close in the front. There was a vertical band of skin visible from her groin to her collar, the former covered by a lacy set of white panties, the latter by a pearl choker. Between, her jutting breasts held the coat open at the front in a widely stretched vee, a swath of pale skin exposed from one nipple to the other, all sweeping slopes and sweet stretches of flesh, becoming a rapidly narrowing triangle as the vee moved down her flat belly, soft but with a hint of muscle in the taut abdominals. Then the coat fluttered softly closed and open in the wind between her thighs--the breeze pushing the tails of her garment around her legs or opening them up to flash the long bareness of her lower body, ivory skin from her boots up to high on her groin.

Felicia was staring at her, as she had to, as she would be even if Emma weren’t holding her fast with telepathic control. The cat burglar was all adrenaline and arousal, excited by the thrill of stealing, even more excited by the shame of being caught, and was now confronted by Emma, beautiful and deadly, spiking all her senses, all her peccadillos. 

Emma had frozen Felicia standing on the edge of her building’s rooftop garden, the wind between skyscrapers sucking at her hair. One little shift in Felicia’s weight would send her tumbling back into the abyss, and it would be an easy thing for Emma to make Felicia lose consciousness until it was too late for her to throw out a grappling claw. 

Felicia’s pupils dilated with her nearness to death and her nearness to Emma. Her lips were dry. Her skin prickled in a vee much like Emma’s, from the fur lining about her shoulders, held far apart by the struggle her leather catsuit had to contain her large breasts… but the zipper pulled together just above her pubis. A dangling navel piercing clicked against the teeth of the zipper with every bracing gust of wind; Felicia was gasping as the cool air caressed her bare skin. Down her chest, over her breasts, the skin puckered and prickled like it was being massaged.

“What’s this?” Emma asked, reaching out with a gloved hand in a sleeved arm, rubbing white leather down Felicia’s clavicle. “A stray kitten wandered into my playpen? What’s she here for? Did she smell me fixing dinner? Maybe she’d like a saucer of milk? Or would she just like to be petted?” The glove drifts down along the contour of Felicia’s left breast, fingers spreading to lapse up the inside of her cleavage, feeling the strong heft of the teat as it rose and fell with Felicia’s gulping breaths. “Does kitty just want to be loved? Is that it?”

“It’s been a little while for me, sure,” Felicia said. 

Emma was enjoying herself. She had always had a dominant side, but it wasn’t until she became White Queen of the Hellfire Club that she’d realized how much it turned her on to exercise her power. And how many girls enjoyed having it exercised on them. Each time she found a new one, it seemed she was able to push them further than the last.

This time was no different. As soon as she’d caught Felicia slinking around her penthouse, she’d suspected that the girl had a deep submissive streak. She doubted Felicia knew herself well enough to realize how she’d enjoy surrendering, but Emma would take care of that. She would teach Felicia, making sure Felicia quickly understood her yen for being dominated. Felicia would be broken in properly and would enjoy every minute of it just as much as Emma.

Emma’s fingers whispered down Felicia’s body, nearing her groin. Felicia arched her back, anticipating the caress like she’d been waiting for it all her life. But instead of pulling the zipper down any further, Emma traced around Felicia’s cuntlips to her leather-clad inner thighs. She scoured the firm muscle, from Felicia’s groin down almost to her knee, the wonderful massage rubbing in the slick juices that had trickled from Felicia’s pussy down the inside of her leathers. 

“Some of my jewels are missing,” Emma said conversationally. “Did kitty get any of her master’s things out and play with them without permission?”

“I thought you New York intellectual types didn’t believe in property,” Felicia said hoarsely, her breathing pitched as Emma caressed her inner thighs. Her weight was rocking on her heels as she tried in some meager way to get closer to Emma’s touch, despite the fall waiting just behind her.

“You’re my property,” Emma said ineffably, like she was knowingly correcting something silly said by a child, and her gloved hand headed back up, leather stroking leather, to Felicia’s barely covered cunt.

This time her hand went straight to Felicia’s pussy. Felicia was almost ready to beg for it when Emma cupped her sex, her warm hand and a layer of leather and another layer of leather, damp panties, and then nothing but Felicia’s swollen flesh, all lust and sensation as Emma rubbed and massaged it. Felicia’s ecstatic reverie was only interrupted by the sound of Emma’s crisp voice. “How does it feel to be my property?” she whispered.

“Mmmmm, so good,” Felicia moaned. She couldn’t help herself. She was hotter than she’d been since Spider-Man had left her. She couldn’t make herself come like he had, but Emma could, and she wanted her to so badly…

“Spread your legs,” Emma said.

Felicia hardly hesitated to do as she was told. She had almost been ashamed of herself for letting Frost push her around, but not anymore. She was horny, Emma was hot, and they just needed to fuck. It felt wonderful. Felicia spread her legs as far apart as she could and Emma brought on forceful surges of need with each stroke of her hand at Felicia’s sex, like she was washing it with a warm washcloth.

“How would you feel if I told you I was going to kill you after I made you come?” Emma asked, loving the way Felicia responded helplessly with a moan. “Would that make it better for you? I could feed you poison and make you eat me out with it still on your lips. I could make you clean my boots while you bled out. I could have you set yourself on fire to keep my toes warm. But of course, I’d never do that to my pet kitty? Anymore than I’d dress her up in silly black clothes when cats just need their fur to keep warm.”

She was reaching for the zipper when a webball hit her brow. Her head jolted sharply to the side, and she hung there, poised off-balance like a ballerina striking a pose, before gravity almost comically took her and she collapsed in a heap, her coat thrown wide open to expose her body to the elements… white boots and white panties and then just the supple bareness of her perfectly creamy flesh.

It had been some weeks now since Peter had resolved his dilemma over who to choose, Mary Jane or Gwen, by simply fucking both of them. Almost every night he visited one or the other, proving to them that they had lost out on nothing by ‘sharing’ him with another woman. It had been almost as long since he’d taken off the suit. He didn’t need to wash it, or take it off for the bathroom—in fact, it seemed to wash him, so he didn’t need showers. And it was so comfortable, he decided to wear it under his clothes most days. In fact, all the time. Now.

Peter stepped over Emma’s unconscious body to Felicia, who jumped down off the rooftop’s parapet to stretch after her long psychic confinement. Her tensing, unclenching muscles did interesting things to the catsuit lying over them like a second skin.

Still stretching, her green-eyed gaze move down to the tented front of Peter’s blackclad groin. Her eyebrows went up and her lips twisted into a grin. She wouldn’t have thought Spider-Man would show up to her rescue with a hard-on, but she was delighted to see how prepared he was. Felicia was not a girl who required much in the way of foreplay. She was always ready to fuck. She had an insatiable cunt and a mouth that was always hungry and the few moments necessary for her to get his cock to harden seemed like always such a waste of time to Felicia.

“Mmmmm… not only did you save me, but you brought me a present too. You’re one spider who’s definitely on his way to getting a big reward,” Felicia purred happily. An even bigger waste of time was how she actually had to convince him to have sex with her, but she actually enjoyed that part a little. The thrill of the hunt.

“Did you steal something from her?” Peter asked, towering over Felicia. He sounded more serious than ever.

“What do you think?” Felicia replied, preening before him. “Why, do you want to search me?”

Peter reached down to her groin, took the slider between his fingers, and slid it up over her voluptuous breasts, confining them almost impossibly within the tightness of her constrictive leather catsuit. Then, a moment later, he grabbed hold of the leather where it rose from her skin very slightly between her breasts, and ripped her costume open from her throat to the juncture of her legs.

“Spider-Man!” Felicia cried out, now hard-pressed to hold her broken zipper closed with her heaving breasts pushing the two halves apart. “What’re you doing!?”

He spun her around, and again found purchase in the leather pulled taut between her vibrant buttocks, getting a good grip and then pulling hard. The catsuit ripped and split, a wide swath of it coming off in his hand, leaving one protruding asscheek exposed to the bracing night air.

“Stop this!” Felicia demanded, letting go of her protective hold on her split zipper to cover her exposed ass with one hand. “Do you know how much this costume costs?” 

Peter did not even appear to hear her. Now he grasped with both hands the fur lining of Felicia’s costume and wrenched it down off her shoulders, totally exposing her breasts and setting them jiggling and bouncing with the juddering motions that peeled Felicia’s costume off to the waist. She was left topless, her arms pinned to her sides by the sleeves that trapped her at the elbows, breathing hard as a heat rose inside her to match the cold she was suddenly bare to.

Peter didn’t stop there. He forced Felicia down to his knees with the weight of his body, still pulling and yanking her costume, ripping it in places as he pried it down off her arms--at least freeing them. Now Felicia was left with nothing above the waist but her mask and fur-lined gloves, as well as having been worked down to her hands and knees by Peter’s stripping of her. 

She laid there, now virtually panting as Peter paused a moment, straddling her back on splayed legs. Felicia wondered what he was doing for a moment, stopping just when things were so heated, when she was almost enjoying the audacity of what he’d been doing…

The rooftop gravel mildly cut her fingers as she rested her hands on the ground. “Well? Are you going to take me to the police like this or are you going to handcuff me yourself?”

Then she felt something warm and hard and heavy on her bare shoulder, in her hair, against her cheek.

Peter had laid his cock down on her.

It wasn’t like she remembered it. It was bigger, a complete bludgeon, and darker than ever, almost purplish in its protrusion from his groin. She didn’t know if it was somehow stretching his black costume thinly over its length, or if it was actually an extension of Peter’s blue-black suit. She would’ve believed either.

Felicia gawked at his prick, eyes bright, lips working minutely. “This… this isn’t going to be like before, is it? You’re showing me that you’re in charge now. That I’m not going to be seducing you, that you’re… that you’ve seduced me.”

Peter swung his leg up over her head, now standing alongside her. His prick jutted out from him like a skyscraper on its side.

“And that now,” Felicia continued, “what you say goes. Okay, Spider--okay. No more stealing. And, and you want me to… what do you want me to do with that cock?”

“I want you to climb on,” Peter said, “and enjoy yourself.”

Felicia licked her lips as she ogled his fat, throbbing cock. It was going to feel fantastic. She just knew it.

She got to her feet and, as she knew he wanted, pushed her tattered costume down over her wide hips and off her booted legs herself. Now she only had on her panties. Peter could clearly see her kittenish fur through the sheer fabric. Her wet cunt had made the crotch of her panties more than translucent, seemingly insubstantial. 

“Do you really think you’ll need your panties and not your fucking clothes?” Peter asked her sardonically.

Smiling, heart racing at his forceful words, Felicia tugged off her panties too. Then she straddled Peter’s body--arms wrapped around his neck, legs locking around his waist. She pressed her damp pussy to his groin, feeling his erect shaft throbbing on her cunt. She wiggled her hips and gasped as spasms careened through her, as if she were somehow absorbing the pulsing arousal Peter so clearly felt into herself.

“Oooo, Spider!”

Peter leered at her as she clung to him. Her seductively flushed face and curvaceous body had him almost boiling. “Feel how deep my cock goes.”

“Soon, Spider,” she moaned. “When I need it just that much…”

Peter grunted a laugh. He should’ve known Felicia would be too willful to totally submit to him; like Mary Jane, she enjoyed being fucked by him too much to ever see it as a punishment. 

Felicia glanced down and saw the bloated head of his cock dwarfing her tiny sex. She slid herself down his body, exposing his shaft with her juices coating it. She trembled as she ran her flesh down his manhood. “Oh, I can feel you throbbing harder…”

“Don’t take all day,” Peter sneered, trying not to show how much he appreciated the heat from her pussy on his member.

Felicia brought her hips forward, sliding her clit against his cockhead. A shudder swept through her and she threw her head back, white hair flailing, as she did it again and again.

“Ohhh, Spider! That’s just the tip!”

“I know,” Peter husked, his glans drenched in the warm juices of her overheated pussy. He grabbed her full, plump breasts and kneaded their softness, her hard nipples cutting into the palms of his hands. “You’re a hot little bitch, Felicia.”

An almost drunken smile found Felicia’s face. “I’m your hot little bitch, Spider,” she sighed, grabbing his wrists to encourage his pawing hands. Now supporting herself only by her wrapping legs, she rolled her hips against Peter, her cunt gliding up and down his throbbing shaft. “Mmmmm, I think I’m ready now.”

“I think so too.”

Felicia lifted her quivering ass and reached down into her thighs. She grabbed his hulking erection and dragged the engorged head up to her sex. It felt so good that she shook like a sound of thunder crashing, her breasts bounding on her naked chest as Peter grabbed her hips to hold her steady.

“Put it in,” he grunted, tired of waiting.

But Felicia was drunk with passion, ignoring Peter, wanting to masturbate herself to completion with this perfect feeling. She dragged his cockhead along her sizzling folds until the rooftop spun around her.

“Mmmm, Spider!”

Peter’s hand lashed out, catching her moaning face with a sharp little slap that brought her back to reality. Her cheek blazed and she blushed in mortified delight, biting down on her lower lip in her lust for him. 

“Put it in now,” he said lowly, almost gently, as Felicia found herself desperate to obey him.

She lifted herself, lowered herself, and with a painful grimace, she began to have him inside her.

With his cockhead spreading her labia lips, Felicia lowered her body onto it, inching its massive contours into her pussy. Each throbbing inch stretched her open further and further, yet she hummed as her straining cunt closed again around his shaft, milking him even as he entered her.

“Cat,” Peter moaned, his fingers digging into her callipygian hips. “You’re one tight bitch.”

He wanted to slam her down on his cock, but he didn’t. He’d let her get used to taking his mammoth cock inside herself. He was enjoying it too.

Felicia teased herself mercilessly, her own body wanting all of his cock instead of the portion she had lowered herself onto, half of his cock throbbing inside her, as eager to fill her as she was to be filled. “Spuh-spider… you can do whatever you want to me with this cock… just don’t play hard-to-get anymore…”

She couldn’t take the pressure anymore. She jammed herself down on his hulking cock, swooning as she was impaled. Tremors shook through her body, wrenching her around like she was caught in the jaws of some predatory beast.

“It’s in me!” she babbled. “It’s in so deep, it’s stretching me so much!”

With his hands on her writhing hips, holding her in place, Peter feasted her eyes on Felicia’s lush young body as it quivered around his cock. He throbbed mightily in her tight depths, and every time he did, he could see an answering tremor go through Felicia’s creamy flesh.

“Peter!” she squealed as she rolled her hips, desperate for more of the pain-pleasure that came with being stretched around his throbbing cock. “Oh, it’s heaven!”

Now sure of her leglock around his waist, Peter grabbed her tits and kneaded their overwhelming softness, the gumdrop nipples hard as pebbles in his grinding squeezes. When he pulled at them, Felicia moaned even louder.

“I’m so hot now, Spider,” Felicia gasped as she twisted her hips from side to side on Peter’s cock. Her tongue flicked out over her lips and her rabid eyes dined on his featureless mask, getting off on the lust she could feel emanating from it. “Tell me, does my pussy feel as good as your other bitches?”

She just meant it as her usual goading teases, but Peter throbbed inside her potently. Felicia helplessly squirmed on his dick. 

“Yeah,” Peter answered seriously. “You’re as tight as Mary Jane, and you need to be fucked as bad as Gwen.”

“Mmmm, Spider!” Felicia lifted up slowly, loving the new game--pleasure winding through her as his cock eased from her pussy. “Are you gonna fuck me as bad as Gwen?” She came back down on him, quivering and crying out as she impaled herself on his prick.

“I’m gonna fuck you as bad as MJ,” Peter said. “She can take more than Gwen can.”

His body was shaking with taut muscles as he watched Felicia’s perfectly curved body come up off his cock again. He spanned her tits with his hands, fingers barely able to hold all the supple flesh. He pulled on her breasts meaningfully and Felicia went with them, crashing down on his prick, screaming as she took it all. Her eyes seemed permanently widened. Her face was turning red.

“God, it’s fantastic! No one can take this much! No one but the Black Cat!”

Peter brought his hands to her endlessly squirming hips and lifted her up, only to pull her back down to his prick. He did it again, her squeals of joy echoing into the night sky. Peter’s harsh breathing could be heard as he slammed Felicia up and down on his member weightlessly.

“Keep telling yourself that.”

Felicia screamed with pleasure, she bounced on his cock, she let herself be used as a sexual plaything as she got off on that very fact. “Ahhh, Spider! I’m coming! I’m taking you so hard and I’m fucking creaming!”

At some point, Emma’s eyes opened to find out what noise was interrupting her nap. They widened in shock when they found Spider-Man standing above her, the Black Cat hoisted up on his prick.

Felicia bounded up and down on his erection, her head snapping back as if she were trying to whip her bare back with her flowing hair. “I’m so fucking full, Spider!” she wailed. “You’ll drive me crazy with this cock!”

She rolled her hips as she took his erection to the root, working herself forward against her broad chest, placing her own massive breasts at his mouth.

“Suck them, Spider. Suck my tits.”

The mask smoothly slid back from Peter’s harshly panting lips. With his cock jabbing into the bucking Felicia, Peter devoured her cleavage. He sucked on her tits and stabbed into her, Felicia going insane on his cock as his hands mauled her hips, her clutching thighs. She shivered in bliss, filled with his manhood. It felt like he was fucking all of her at once. Hot flashes of pleasure whipped up from his driving cock and in answer she clamped down with her inner muscles, barely slowing him down as he lunged up inside her.

“You feel me, Spider? You feel how tight this pussy is?”

“It’s not gonna be tight for long,” he groaned, plowing into her, filling her up. His balls swelled as her inner muscles attacked his shaft, Felicia’s arousal drenching it in her juices.

Emma trembled as she watched.

Peter slapped Felicia’s ass, bit down on her teats. Felicia sought more of the wonderful pain-pleasure, grinding down hard on his cock to stretch herself out harder. She was beginning to find herself addicted to being wrapped around his oversized prick.

“Unnn, Cat,” Peter grunted into the soft flesh of her cleavage, his voice lustful and loving, both at once. “Felicia…”

“Tell me you love me when I’m full of cum,” Felicia gasped, kissing his baby-pink scalp through his hair quickly. “When I can’t feel you throbbing in my cunt… God, I’m creaming all over you!” She twisted her hips softly, working herself on his cock like she was dancing around a stripper pole. “You’re in so deep…” Her pussy feasted on his manhood, hips endlessly pumping on it. “Oooo!”

Emma watched them, jealousy and lust filling her mind until she couldn’t even think of doing something to the man who had knocked her out and the woman who had stolen from her. She squeezed her thighs together, feeling a buttery warmth on her groin as her panties were drenched with lust. She stared at Felicia’s bare ass, clenching and going taut as she fucked herself on Peter’s cock.

“Bad kitty,” Emma whispered.

Now Peter focused all of his attention on Felicia’s breasts, fondling their contours as he chewed on the nipples. His mouth went from one pink tip to the next, teeth holding on as his hips lunged. Felicia would moan as her body rebounded from his skewering cock, her nipple stretching in his clenched jaws. It hurt too good to be painful.

“I’m getting close, Spider! I can feel it! It’s about to happen!” Felicia moaned, her hands caressing the contours of Peter’s masked head as he kept suckling at her tits. “Make me come, Spider! I want to come like no one’s ever fucked me before!”

Her begging voice was driving him mad with need. Peter’s hips lunged up, his cock filling her pussy fuller than ever before. “I’m ready too, Cat! I’m going to leave you filled up to the brim!”

“Do it, Spider! I can feel your cock getting bigger!” She bounced frantically on it, thrashing her body like a prey animal before a predator about to make the kill. ”Make it happen! Come! Come!”

Then her head snapped back as Peter sank into her cunt, his slick costume rasping against her erect clit. It felt like a bolt of lightning had struck the little button.

“Agggh! I’m coming, Spider!” A chain of orgasms whipped through her body as Felicia went into wild convulsions. “Feel me come!” she demanded as she rolled her hips one last time, grinding her cunt down on his cock, forcing her clit against his costume for more of that delicious acid feeling of contact. “Feel my cunt come!”

“I do, baby,” Peter cried. He was in and out of her pulsing cunt, feeling every inch of it over and over again. “I feel it.”

Her swollen tits bounded, the nipples feeling ready to burst. Felicia twisted her hips, her pulsing clit kissing into his costume. Rolling thunder swept through her pussy, crashing down through every part of her trembling body.

“Oh, fuck me, fuck me, I’m gone!”

Peter fucked through her climax until the fuse burnt down. His hands clamped on her gyrating hips and he felt himself explode, hot cum gushing out of him. Felicia could feel it throb through every inch of his dick, feel his cockhead gulp as it fired into her, feel each separate ejaculation as they piled up inside her.

“Yessss, Spider!” she roared, her body churning on his massive cock. “I love it! You’re filling my pussy! Keep going! I want all of it!” She twisted her hips and rocked against him, clasping herself to his powerful body like it contained still more pleasure from her.

Emma was in awe. Seeing the young cat burglar climax repeatedly was arousing her as much as it made her hatefully envious. Her head swayed, feeling dizzy, her cunt clenching on so much nothing.

Felicia shrieked as she rocked precariously on Peter’s cock, far up inside her. She swayed in his arms, on his erection, almost toppling off as he thrust the dregs of his ejaculation up into her. Her tits volleyed up and down, her head snapping from side to side, platinum blonde hair slashing across both their faces.

Finally, Felicia reached her limit. She went limp. Peter lowered her down and watched her melt to the floor, his member rock-hard, throbbing. The jack o’lantern eyes on his masked face stared down at Felicia’s inundated cunt as she spread her legs and weakly rolled her hips up at him.

“One more?” she asked. 

***

Felicia’s lipstick smeared off on a long, hard length of symbiote, the black tendril coiling out of the suit like a stalactite from a dank cave, and Felicia was sucking it, she was letting it thrust into her mouth and she was getting off on it like it was a real cock. The dribbling slime from its wet exterior painted her lips a dark shade of blue.

“I’m going to fuck your throat,” Peter groaned, his real cock plunging between Felicia’s legs, hammering her bruised and pleasured body into the ground. “I’m going to choke you with that big fat cock. I’m going to stuff you full.”

He grabbed her tits as he fucked himself into her squirming pussy, and what felt like liquid tongues moved over her burning nipples. Felicia shivered at the strange, cool sensations and looked down to see more of the roiling oil on his gloved hands, extending over her famous breasts in questing roots. And Felicia’s body just kept thrashing about with the pleasure he gave her, her hips moving slower, grinding up and down at the insistence of Peter’s punishing strokes into her. 

Felicia gasped, suddenly knowing that the tightening warmth inside her was another orgasm, simmering inside her ravaged pussy. The black tentacle fucked her face as brutally as Peter was fucking her cunt, and Felicia gagged happily with every plunge the two made. She tightened her lips around the shaft of the phallic tentacle, whipping her tongue along its length, narrowing her throat around it to add to Peter’s pleasure.

He moaned with ecstasy, his tentacle drooling some kind of lubricant that mixed with the saliva filling Felicia’s widely stretched mouth. Soon slippery trails of the combination were running from the corners of Felicia’s mouth, and the tentacle pulled away from her luscious lips with a long line of mingled slime glistening before it fell to her breasts.

“That’s it, Cat!” Peter growled, seeming to take some grim pleasure as the tentacle eased back into the wet, warm cavern of Felicia’s mouth. “Suck on it! Lick it! Make me come again!”

Felicia cried helplessly as she gagged and suckled on the tentacle, and pumped herself against Peter’s long, hard manhood. Her cunt felt like a punching bag, her throat like it would never close again, but the brutalizing treatment made her burn with need. She had asked for this, asked to fuck and suck like a common whore at a gangbang, and Peter was fulfilling her in ways she’d never known she even desired.

She whipped her ass up off the ground to meet Peter’s hurled thrusts, knowing she would just be hammered back to the ground, her vulnerable ass pained further by the sharp rocks under it. She hollowed her cheeks and sucked on the tentacle as though it was sweet candy. And eventually, she got what she wanted.

Peter poured his jism into her already swampy cunt, adding his warm cum to that which had already cooled. It seemed to make the whole leaden mass heat up again, and Felicia twitched and wriggled while her own orgasm burned through her. His load overflowed from her saturated pussy, his cream pouring out of her, cut with her abundant juices.

At the same time, the tentacle came, jet black but the same taste Felicia remembered from her past seductions of Peter. She choked on the first mouthful, coughing and choking on the copious amount she was expected to swallow. The tentacle worked itself like a piston, pumping the viscous ropes of cum down her throat before she could even think of spitting them out.

Finally, Peter fell away from Felicia. The tentacle was webbed to her trembling lips with lines of spit and darkened cum. The real thing, pearly and white, spilled out of her gaping pussy like a dam had broken. Felicia twitched and trembled uncontrollably, wanting to close her dazed eyes, but staring at Peter like an addict eying their next fix. 

“Wuh…” she mumbled. “One… m-m-m…”

Peter crouched to pick her up, throwing her over his shoulder before he jumped to the ledge, fired out a webline, and swung away.

Emma watched them go, wondering if she should be mad that someone had stolen her latest sex slave--or mad that he hadn’t taken her instead.

***

“Who’s this?” Mary Jane asked, unsurprised but slightly curious as Peter laid the naked Felicia down beside her on the bed. He’d brought Gwen to join them before when he was feeling especially potent, resulting in lighthearted little nights when she didn’t have to take the intensity of Peter’s lovemaking all by herself.

“Felicia Hardy,” Peter said.

“Are you going to knock her up?”

“Probably.”

Mary Jane smiled dreamily. “She has the tits for it.”

Peter laid his hand down on Mary Jane’s full, protruding belly, Mary Jane closing her eyes blissfully as she felt the warmth of his hand and the delicious texture of his costume over it. And inside her stomach, the symbiote roiled happily.