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Twenty minutes later, Anya lifted her drenched face from between Jessica’s thighs. The taste was heavenly. “Was that alright?”

“That was fantastic,” Jessica moaned. “Have you ever considered joining the Avengers? They would just love your mouth…”

“They’d probably love it more if I put bad guys in jail.” Anya checked her phone. “Code: Blue is here. Time to give the penal system another chance.”

“Can you take care of it?” Jessica asked. “I want to check in on the Spider-Men. Make sure everyone’s home safe.”

“Sure. A bunch of men in uniform—I can handle that.”

“I’ll bet.”

Earth-617

Kaine generally had a rule on sticking his dick in crazy. It went: don’t. But he needed some back-up and Zoe Walsh could handle a gun. Besides, since the last time he’d checked, Peter had ended up shacking up with his ex-girlfriend, his other ex-girlfriend, and Little Miss Kraven for good measure. Clearly, the straight and narrow had room for bisexuality and Felicia’s child-bearing hips (literally, at this point).

Breaking into Ravencroft was easy—she wasn’t even in the maximum security ward—and he found Zoe asleep in her cell behind a lock that was easily picked. He stepped inside, careful not to wake her.

She was a beautiful woman; Kaine felt pretty confident in his past decision to fuck her pretty much just because she’d said “Wanna fuck?” She was tall with a good figure, long dark hair, almond-shaped eyes. Her skin was unblemished, soft and creamy, not dampened at all by the stay in the institution. She was as sexy as the day they’d met.

She’d also been pretty crazy, but Kaine supposed being the daughter of the former head of Roxxon would do that to you. Then, having been a superhero at the time, he’d gotten mixed up with some business that left daddy dearest, deadest, and Zoe had blamed him.

Still claimed to be in love with him, though. Chicks.

He kicked her bed. “Hey. Zoe?”

She looked at him, seemingly unsurprised. “You.”

“You got a minute? I could use some help with a thing. You might get to shoot a rocket launcher.”

“You killed my father!”

Kaine groaned. “Not that I actually did, but you wanted him dead!”

“I should kill you,” Zoe growled. “Kill you right here, right now!” She was staring at his junk.

Kaine thought of Felicia getting out of the shower and made himself stiffen a little. Zoe’s eyes got wide.

“Kill… you…”

“Zoe,” he said, unzipping himself. “It’s not gonna suck itself.”

She sat there sullenly on her mattress, trying to look away, but her eyes would always dart back. He put his hands on her head and made her look. Now she stared; he could feel her hot gaze tracing up and down his dick, making it harden just with her sheer lust for it. He lowered his thumbs to her mouth and pried it open. Stubbornly, she tried to keep her jaws shut, but he dug his fingers into her face, the pressure mounting, overwhelming her until she opened her mouth.

At the same time she lunged forward, trying to catch his cock, but he restrained her. This time it was he that was frustrating her, holding her hatefully apart from his cock as it grew harder and harder. Zoe opened her mouth wide, acquiescing, and Kaine finally let her have it. His long, thick cock bolted inside her mouth, nearly gagging her, and she lovingly locked her lips around his swollen cockhead.

Her tongue rolled over and around his collar, feeling his cock’s throb as he flexed in pleasure, tensing and releasing. She sucked more of his prick into her mouth, her tongue never stopping its motion, but lashing again and again over the hot flesh headed down her throat.

Zoe felt his tangling fingers in her hair, pulling her until her lips withdrew from his nearly bursting cock with an obscene sucking. Relinquishing it, she fell down onto the cot she’d been sleeping it, flung away from him by giving into his pulling at her hair.

He kneeled onto the bed with her and she threw herself at his cock, gagging herself with it, rolling over and pulling him on top of her. Kaine instinctively went along, burying himself in her mouth, his stiff cock actually pressing her head down to the mattress with its presence in her throat.

Kaine thought better of it, lifting himself so she could breathe, but she moved upward with it, refusing to let go of his cock. She managed to open her mouth even wider, getting a helping of air around the sides of his manhood. She then exhaled and gulped back upward, taking his entire weapon in her throat.

“Well, good to know you haven’t lost your taste for sucking,” Kaine said, watching her lap around the base of his cock like a starving animal. “Let’s see how you like fucking.”

He slammed his hips back down, crushing her beneath him.

***

Aracely got to the front door with Kaine’s name. She knew he had wanted her to go off and be safe while he dealt with his New York stuff, but she’d started having visions of him, stronger than ever! And always of him with a woman. Women. It had to mean something, that she kept seeing him have sex with people, and she needed to figure it out.

At the door, Felicia Hardy greeted her. “I know you,” Felicia said, standing in the doorway of her apartment. “You’re that little sidekick Kaine had a little while back.”

“How did you…?”

“I run a detective agency, sweetie. What is it, what’s the problem?”

“It’s kinda hard to ex—“

Aracely stopped suddenly. Suddenly, she was Kaine, and Kaine was reaching orgasm—body control slipping away, muscles locking, glands paralyzed, everything in sudden lockstep, sublime. Aracely grunted happily and hung for a long moment in delicious delirium, her whole body tensed for the rush of pleasure. Her… his… cock was buried to the hilt in a girl’s sex, new girl, Zoe Walsh. All Aracely could feel was the softness and hotness and wetness of the clutching around her cock.

She spurted, with a single smiling laugh of relieved tension, her cock shooting darts of flesh-warm cream high inside Zoe. She moaned and jerked as Zoe took each gush, her body throbbing around the ejaculation, drawing out all the potency Kaine had in his body.

“Oh! Ah!” Aracely heard someone cry. “I finally got it! I finally got it!”

It felt to Aracely like she had a gallon of cum to be got. She pumped it all out, hugging the fucked Zoe, tapering, finishing, then sinking weakly onto her soft body. Feeling her still stiff cock in Zoe’s sex, bathed generously with its own spent semen.

Aracely came back to herself abruptly. She’d swooned. Felicia had caught her. And, held in Felicia’s arms, she had come.

“I have that effect on people,” Felicia said.

***

“What’re you doing here?” Kaine asked, the moment he entered the apartment and found Aracely waiting for him.

He’d called ahead, telling Felicia to take Mary Jane and go, hide somewhere the two of them could watch each other’s backs, Ana as well. Of course, Hardy had a bolthole for just such an occasion. Then he’d heard Aracely was there…

“What’s she doing her?” Aracely demanded, looking past him to Zoe.

“Enjoying the afterglow,” Zoe replied dreamily.

“She tried to kill you!” Aracely yelled at Kaine.

“Admittedly, I can be pretty annoying…”

“No, darling, not at all,” Zoe said, embracing Kaine from behind.

“Careful letting her near your neck…”

“Can you give us a minute?” Kaine asked, untangling himself from Zoe.

Zoe blew him a kiss and retreated. Kaine was left alone with Aracely, her arms crossed, her expression dire.

“Well?”

“It’s Annabelle,” Kaine said. “Or, no, it’s Green Goblin.” He was out of practice with this hero stuff—didn’t even know how to describe a hostage situation. “Norman’s got her, he’s going to kill her if I don’t give him Peter’s ladies.”

“Oh, Kaine, you wouldn’t—“

“Of course not! What do you think I am? But I’ve got to go on the offensive, and to do that I need back-up, and the only vouchers I can call in are with Zoe. And Sasha.”

“Sasha Kravinoff?”

“Yeah.”

“Was she the one you…” Aracely suddenly turned bashful. “Ya know, with the three blondes?”

Kaine blinked. It’d finally happened. He’d finally corrupted the little lady. “How would you know about that?”

She scoffed her shoes on the floor. “I’ve been having these visions, like I do, but they’re always of you, Kaine. When you’re… with someone. It’s kinda nice. It feels really good. So I knew I couldn’t stay with the New Warriors, I had to come find you—you need my help, right?”

Kaine sighed. “I suppose, as far as people I can call upon who aren’t totally useless, you’re… well, you don’t suck.”

“No, I know you like me.”

Kaine grunted. Being around psychics made it really hard to maintain a stoic exterior.

“And I don’t even mind that you were with Zoe. She’s really… tight.”

“Okay, that’s enough of that—“

“What’s wrong? I’m a big girl now, Kaine. I know about sex.”

“Uh-huh.” Kaine needed a beer for this conversation. He pointed himself at the kitchen and marched straight ahead. “Who’s the lucky fella?”

Aracely colored. “No one! I just mean, you know, in theory—and from feeling what you feel, when you’re—“

Kaine opened a beer, grabbing a second one from the fridge for reinforcements. “Yeah, can I block this shit out? Tinfoil hat or something?”

“But she likes it, right?” Aracely asked. “When you’re rough with her?”

“Never heard any complaints.”

“Sasha seemed to like it too. How was it no one heard you?”

“Kid, we just didn’t care—“ Kaine noticed her eying his second beer. “What, is that how old you are?”

“I’m not a child anymore!”

“Yeah. You call yourself a big girl. Very mature.” But Kaine stamped the second bottle down on the kitchen island. “Help yourself.”

“Thanks! How do I open it?”

Kaine sighed and popped the bottlecap for her, sticking his finger to the cap and just whisking it off.

“So, psychic girl, any idea where Norman’s keeping Annabelle?”

“I’ll work on it,” Aracely said. “It’s hard, though. I keep getting… interference.”

“Interference? Like what?”

“Just interference.”

“Like? What?” Kaine persisted.

Aracely took a deep breath. It struck Kaine how much she’d changed since the last time he’d seen her. Her jet black hair was longer, falling in gentle waves below her shoulder. There was a deeper tan on her olive skin, a new flash in her green eyes. Her body was fuller, more pleasing plump, with full, rounded hips and sizable breasts.

“I can feel the way you look at me,” she said quietly. “I like it.”

She stepped closer to him. She set the beer down.

“I know what you want to do to me. I like that too.”

“If you think I’m the goodie-two-shoes sort who’s gonna turn you down just because you can’t buy beer…”

“You’re not going to turn me down, Kaine. You’re going to fuck me.”

Kaine felt a sweet rush of desire from his cock, and saw Aracely shudder as she felt it too. She reached out, unzipping his fly, and Kaine was strangely passive as she wrestled him out of the confines of his pants. She rubbed and stroked his swollen cockhead, pumping the skin on the shaft, and he gave a gurgle of pleasure as her hand became comfortable with his heft.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” Aracely said, unnecessarily. “It’s just a length of muscle, though. There’s a rush of blood and that’s what makes it hard, making the muscle swell and tightening the skin. But the skin can move a little…” She pumped him vigorously.

Kaine fucked into her fist, smelling the musk of his own arousal, thrilling, crazed for sex. He cried out. “Shit! You’re gonna make me explode! Make me blow your hands off…”

“Don’t blow my hands off!” Aracely said in mock-fright. “Blow my pussy off…”

Kaine shoved her against the wall, hiked her skirt around her waist, pulled down her panties. She stepped out of them obediently, spreading her legs for his hand to get at her cunt. He penetrated her with a pair of fingers, finding her open, warm, and as wet as he could ask for. With his other hand cinching on her waist, he picked her up and planted her on the island.

“I’m fucking you right here,” he told her. “Wrap your legs around me. Hold my neck. Don’t let go until I’m done with you.”

She spread immediately, locking her arms around his neck, and he thrust himself right into her. She was wet, wet, wet, pubic hairs soaked, messily nestling against his groin. Still, she gasped, trying to grow used to the intrusion as he slowly skewered her. Kaine unbuttoned her blouse, reached around her and unhooked her bra, then went at her tits.

He bent low, pulling away her bra so her breasts were all his, and he sucked them juicily. She had big puffy nipples that she shoved into his mouth, one followed by the other, and Kaine sucked them harshly, distracting her from the pain as he invaded her.

“Stop!” Aracely cried suddenly. “I can’t stand it!”

Kaine paused. He was halfway defeated by the thrills of burying himself in her tightness, five inches so far—she was deflowered, but she wasn’t fucked, and that was what he was interested in.

Aracely looked at the meeting of their groins, then looked up at him. She seemed dazed. “We can’t go on. It won’t fit!”

Kaine rammed himself into her, Aracely putting all her strength into the legs she had around his waist, what little was left into her voice as she squealed and squirmed and moaned and cried. “It just did,” Kaine told her.

Then he fucked her, Aracely whimpering from his savage thrusts. She was gripping the countertop, fucking against him, both of them unleashing everything, going at each other as hard as they could. Kaine loved every minute of it. And Aracely loved enough of it.

“Something’s going to happen!” she cried, sooner than he would’ve thought. It surprised Kaine; he hadn’t thought that many girls had orgasms their first time at bat. But he supposed that was just how hot Aracely was for him.

Gritting his teeth, he heaved against of the girl. Giving her shuddering thrusts that took her breath away, his cockhead jabbing into the furthest depths of her cunt. Aracely’s tight sex contracted with a series of tugging tugs at Kaine’s prick. She gasped brokenly: “Am I coming? I think I’m coming! My cunt’s clenching… feels so tight… slam it inside me, fuck me, it’s so good! Oh! Uhh! I’m coming so much!”

Kaine hoisted himself onto the counter, on top of her, and the two of them ground together, thighs rubbing against thighs, belly against belly. Sweating, squirming, panting aloud, they shuddered through their shared climax until neither of them could move.

“I think I’m dying…” Aracely said weakly, her damp thighs falling away from Kaine’s hips. “That was the best fuck I’ve ever had! That I’ve felt you have, I mean…”

Slowly, Kaine got off her, his cock sloshing from her tight pussy with drops of seed falling from it. He rolled over and sat atop the island, breathing heavily.

With flagging energy, Aracely reached up and drew her hand down his back, loving the rippling feel of the muscles that had just driven him into her. “I want to fuck you the rest of my life… starting tonight. I’ll fuck you anywhere. I’ll quit the New Warriors if you want me to. I just want to fuck you. Please…”

“We have to get Osborn,” Kaine said. “Think about that.”

Aracely closed her eyes. “I think… I know where he is.”

***

Goblin’s hide-out was in a convention center, listed as an international bridge tournament. Some people…

They were in guns blazing—literally, in Zoe’s case. Sasha stuck to a bow and arrow, Hummingbird used her powers, and Kaine just beat people up. Which was good, because there were robots. Kaine didn’t know how it was he couldn’t buy a robot servant at Sharper Image, but every supervillain from the Shocker on down could buy a plethora of robots that understood “RIP HIS HEAD OFF AND SCOURGE THE BONES!”

The man himself was tactical, showing up midway through the fight, just as they were mopping up, with a second wave of robots and, of course, more murder. For a crazy few seconds, everyone was dodging pumpkin bombs—after that, the convention center definitely wouldn’t be giving back the deposit.

Like they actually had a plan, Zoe and Sasha returned fire while Kaine and Hummingbird covered them, beating back the robots so they could get a clear shot as Goblin came around for a second pass. Sasha aimed for the man, her arrow snatching that stupid cap off his head, while Zoe’s machine-gun fire splashed off his glider. Something vital got dinted, as the turbine vomited black smoke and Goblin’s flight path wobbled erratically.

Kaine broke from the pack then, using one of the robots as a stepping stone to launch himself at Goblin. Norman tried to juke to the side, but his glider responded only sluggishly, and Kaine was able to snag him as he passed. The two flew through the air, Norman able to get a shot in, and then they crashed to the ground. With his reflexes, Kaine was up fast. No witty banter was coming to mind. He wondered if Parker thought of it ahead of time.

They traded blows. Now Zoe and Sasha were covering them, blowing away all the robots that were trying to protect their master, with Hummingbird helping him—scoring blows on Goblin whenever she could, while Kaine kept him desperately occupied.

Goblin wasn’t like anyone else he’d ever fought. The man was crazy, concentrated crazy, crazy layered over evil layered over more evil. On a fundamental level, the man did not want to be good, not decent, not even left alone or safe or content. He wanted to hurt people. He wanted suffering. Kaine had fought evil before, but your typical bad guy wanted something. Goblin was in service of nothing but more pain, more violence, and it showed in everything he did and everything he was.

Man was hard to put down.

He didn’t have all that many robots, though. He wasn’t Ultron, after all.

Zoe shot him, Sasha arrowed him, Hummingbird darted in to give him a kick that buckled his knees, and when he backhanded her, Kaine came in and walloped him. His armor could take a bullet, take an arrow, but it didn’t have the proportional strength of an animal that couldn’t get its ass kicked by a spider.

Osborn went down. Kaine unmasked him—same ol’ haircut—ripped away his bag and his belt, all the tricks up his sleeve.

“Zoe, Sasha, you’re on a damsel duty,” Kaine told them, and they spread out to search the place for Annabelle. “Hummingbird, if he moves, kick first, ask questions later.”

He webbed Norman into place. Probably redundant at this point—probably something psychological in hosing a defeated foe down with white fluid—but fuck, that’s what you were supposed to do, right?

“So, how’s the other shoe drop?” Kaine asked. “Go ahead, finish spitting your teeth on the floor, I’ll wait.”

Norman smiled. Blood, teeth, yadda yadda. “You must feel like quite the hero now. You’ve really redeemed yourself! Saving the girl, beating the bad guy—it’s all so damn inspiring.”

“Yeah-huh.” Kaine spun his fingers in the air. “Move it along. Did someone hire you to be Secretary of the Interior? Do you have a bomb planted up Lady Liberty’s ass? What’s the catch, Norman—always a catch with you people, you’re always so smart.”

“Oh, nothing much. I really wanted to save the good stuff for a proper arch-nemesis. But your little girlfriend is rigged to explode.”

Kaine looked to Aracely. She nodded fitfully.

“And I let you go, you disarm the bomb, or not, or yes, or I don’t care. God, how does your mind think of all this bullshit without just quitting to watch cartoons? You know, normal people have a hard time just painting a landscape…”

“No. Oh no. No disarming the bomb. See, it’s wired to my heart. If my heart stops beating… then the bomb deactivates.”

Again, Kaine looked at Aracely. Couldn’t kid a psychic.

Again, she nodded.

“How heroic are you really, Diet Spider-Man? How far have you come? Can you let a woman die to avoid taking a life? Is that just how noble you are?”

“Goddamnit, Normie—but did you pick the wrong guy to try this shit on.”

In a single motion, Kaine had his claws out. They went deep into Norman’s chest.

Norman actually looked surprised.

“Here’s what you don’t get,” Kaine said. “What you’ve never gotten. Peter—he isn’t normal. He’s some kinda goddamn freak of nature miracle motherfucker. To put up with you, and Ock, and all your bullshit and not just snap—that’s actually fucking unusual, you get it? That’s special. Because if you pulled that with someone normal—well, with me—then…”

Kaine twisted the claws. Norman, quite succinctly, died.

“The only change in me is that I didn’t kill you the moment I came in the room.”

***

Annabelle was fine. Sasha and Zoe found her in one of the robot’s hidey-holes, tied up and gagged—supervillains did like their bondage—but otherwise unharmed. Kaine asked them for a minute alone.

“You came for me,” Annabelle said. She didn’t sound surprised, or not surprised. More… in shock.

“You’re welcome.”

“I thought you were… I saw that thing you were, and I… and that woman, the other woman…”

“Does any of that really matter now?”

Annabelle sniffled. “You’re here.”

He did the embrace thing. If Aracely had seen them, she would have cooed. She felt strange in his arms. Weird and familiar and cozy and soft… like he remembered Gwen feeling, only more so. Because that hadn’t been him, and this was.

He kissed her. Thought how beautiful she was, his pretty little redhead with hair that didn’t look like it’d been cut since he’d seen her last. He’d never said goodbye…

When he was done kissing her, she kissed him. His response was almost automatic, like answering the shrilling cry of his spider-sense. He reached below her, hand dipping into her pants, and she pulled away.

“I have missed you—missed you a lot, really—you couldn’t be that monster I saw, not all the way, and whatever part of you that is, I at least want to… understand… but could we take it slow, please? Maybe something more romantic than a war zone full of blown up robots?”

“Well, look who has high standards,” Kaine teased, and offered her his arm.

She took it gratefully.

He really could’ve used a fuck, though.

***

She zonked out in the car ride home. Kaine doubted there were many superheroes who soccer-momed home from a robot fight, but it was the best he could do on short notice. With the adrenaline done with her, she virtually fainted in the backseat, while Sasha and Zoe kept to the middle-seat, gossiping in Russian. Kaine was pretty glad he couldn’t understand them.

Aracely rode shotgun. “Kaine? Was that okay, back there?”

“Yeah, kid. You did great.”

“Not me. You. Norman.”

“Had to be done,” Kaine said, feeling like he was speaking by rote. “You don’t like it, I can always get you an internship with Nova or whatever.”

“I meant are you okay?”

“Me?”

“Kaine, I’ve been in your head. I know you’re a killer. I know you don’t like being a killer. But you are. Still.”

Made sense that Aracely was in his head. Sometimes, she sounded so much like the voices there that it was hard to tell the difference. “I’m not Spider-Man. So why should I try to be? And just because I won’t kill someone for snatching a purse or robbing a bank doesn’t mean they should feel free to come after my people. There’s a line, Aracely. If they cross it, I cross it.”

“Okay,” Aracely said. “Just so long as you know there is a line.”

***

They got back to Felicia’s place. Kaine decided to hold back on giving the Parker ladies the all-clear. He and ‘Team Kaine’ (God, they needed a better name) deserved a break before the baby drama started up again. They also needed Felicia’s liquor cabinet.

Zoe, for a crazy lady, had good taste in music. Annabelle was a pretty good dancer. Aracely was not, but she didn’t let that stop her. Kaine let himself have one dance, welcoming Annabelle into the ranks of the freed hostages, which was as close to marriage as the superhero world tended to get. Then he went into the bathroom and washed his hands off again, even though all the blood was either already gone or there to stay.

He’d gotten to the point where his only conscious thought on the matter was to observe how cliché it was. Still, he’d rather be cliché than dead.

He got out of the bathroom. Zoe was dancing with Sasha, Annabelle was dancing with Aracely. He just watched. It felt better. Safer.

Then he noticed Felicia beside him. “Shit, you must want to fuck her so bad.”

Kaine did a double-take, feeling the Parker genes burning inside him. “What makes you say that?” he asked, as nonchalantly as a cartoon character could.

“You think I buy that you saved her out of the goodness of your heart? You want a second helping of that pussy. Must drive you up the wall that you can’t have it.”

“Firstly, I climb up walls, so that’s a poor analogy. Second, what the hell are you doing out of the safehouse?”

“Forgot my phone,” Felicia said. She looked good, even with her catsuit all zipped up. Kaine felt a little slighted by that. Wasn’t he Spider-Man enough for at least the tops of her boobs? “You fucked Zoe, right? And Aracely, too. Good to be the only man on the squad, isn’t it?”

“What are you talking about?” Kaine asked, largely for effect, as a hard-on built between his legs.

“You know what I’m talking about,” she said, walking by him—rubbing lightly, supposedly accidentally, against Kaine. The kind of rub that let him know he had to fuck her before the night was over.

“You’re a whore,” Kaine said sharply.

“Takes one to know one,” she gave back. “From the minute I saw you, I knew we were the same kind. So why don’t you quit playing the dutiful boyfriend so we can get on with it?”

Kaine looked around. Annabelle was still dancing happily, so was Aracely, so were all of them. Everyone was occupied. It was the perfect time to cut out for a breath of fresh air.

“Meet me in the car. You know everything else, so you’ll know which one,” Kaine whispered. “I’ll say I have to make a phone call if they ask.”

“Don’t let them ask,” Felicia said throatily. “Just hurry.” And she started away, fast.

Kaine slipped out without telling anyone. Sasha saw him just as he was at the door. He smiled, gestured like he’d forgotten something, and got the hell out of there. Away from the music, the drink, the merriment, his head felt a lot clearer. He let the elevator take him to the car park and with every floor, he felt more himself, more crisp, more cool.

He reached the Escalade. There was Felicia, sitting right where Annabelle had been on the way over. She had unzipped her catsuit to the white of her groin. Her tits came out of it like beautiful foaming crests at a beach, begging for a swim. Kaine felt heated. Hot-blooded.

“You want to fuck here?” Kaine asked, mocking her more than asking.

“I don’t give a fuck. I would have fucked in there. I’ll fuck anywhere. You don’t know how much I want your cock.” She was working his fly like a safe before he’d spent ten seconds in the SUV.

“You’re hard-up,” Kaine laughed. “You just want a fuck. It doesn’t matter who. You just want someone inside you.”

She yanked his cock from his pants and pulled it toward her cunt. “It’s true. I want cock. I got used to it when Peter was here and… story of your life… you’re the next best thing.”

“You’re a slut,” Kaine said. “Nothing but a slut.”

“Well… I suppose Ben would be the next best thing. You’re more… I don’t know… Ms. Congeniality?” She pulled him into her, her hands on his ass, grinding him against her body.

“Shut up. You’ve finally got what you’re gagging for, so start fucking. Just shut up and fuck.” And he sent himself deep inside her, deep into her tight, hot hole.

She shut up, taking his cock with a firm clench that made Kaine shiver. He pulled her catsuit away, taking her beautiful breasts in his mouth, solidly, one at a time. Worked her nipples with his tongue and lips, soon had them shooting out from her areolas like rockets.

“Oooh!” Felicia squealed. “You’re good, Kaine! You suck tit better than I’ve ever had! It’s great! It’s wonderful! Annabelle doesn’t know what she’s missing!”

He grabbed her ass, she locked her legs around his back, and he sent his cock solidly into the back of her cunt. He didn’t say anything, suckling her teats, fucking her cunt hard. Soon, they were nearing orgasm. Couldn’t have stopped themselves if they tried.

“Fuck, your cunt’s wet!” Kaine gritted out at last, slamming himself into her with almost maniacal drive. “How do you like it from a clone? How do you like it hard and fast? I can feel how you love it, I can feel you clenching for me! Tell me how much you love it, slut!”

Felicia rasped hoarsely, “I love your cock! I’d love it in my cunt, my mouth, my ass! Hrunh! But most of all when it’s making me come! I even love it when you make me swallow! Nnnn… I’ll be coming any second now!”

“Not before me!”

That was when Felicia and Mary Jane showed up. Neither of the lovers knew it until Felicia pounded at the window. They turned, Felicia spent, orgasmic, to see Felicia’s spiteful face staring right back at her.

“I told you cosplay bimbos, at least don’t do it around my fucking place! And especially don’t charge for it, that all comes back to me!”

“No, she’s… she’s you…” Kaine said, confused, but Mary Jane was already pulling Felicia away. Aracely, Sasha, someone must’ve called them and told them Goblin wasn’t a problem anymore.

Felicia—his Felicia—laughed. “You’re a pretty good cocksman, Kaine… but you’re always best at fucking yourself.”

Kaine slapped her. “Shathra!” he raged. “Fucking Spider Wasp bitch, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? Well, you’re not getting it!” He pulled himself from his wetness, stroked himself more in rage than pleasure, aiming himself at her face as he came, covering the face of Peter’s woman with bolt after bolt of seed. She just smiled, even when he smeared his dirty hand in her hair, wiped his prick on her costume.

“How do you like the body, though?” Shathra asked, still in Felicia’s form. She ignored the cum dripping from her stolen face. “The costume is a little much… needs the zipper up to look anywhere near dignified. You know what would look really good on it? Cat’s eyes. Right on the front, like Kraven had. You’re screwing his daughter, right? Or is it his wife? Both…?”

“You really are crazy,” Kaine spat. “Cat’s eyes…”

He got out of the car. Tried to ignore how hot it made him when he heard her tongue traveling the soiled leather of her costume.

***

Proportional strength and speed of a spider. He caught Felicia and Mary Jane as they reached the elevator. He talked fast, too.

“She’s Shathra. Part of that whole totem fuckery. She wants me to be her mate or her food or… some damn thing.” He looked at Felicia. She looked pretty unimpressed, considering how hard Shathra had been coming a minute ago.

“An impersonator?” Felicia asked. “That’s all I need. I hope she doesn’t do anything evil. Last thing I need is everyone thinking I’ve become a supervillain again for no good reason… And you fucked her.”

“Was I… not… supposed to?” He looked from one to the other. “It’s not like you’re exactly in a monogamous relationship…”

“That’s not the point,” Mary Jane said.

“It’s not?” Kaine asked.

“It’s not?” Felicia asked.

“What happened to Norman Osborn?”

“Well,” Kaine said, “I thought I’d put him in an easily escapable prison so that he could rest and recuperate and launch another evil scheme to—“

“You killed him.”

Kaine shrugged. “Hardy, you’re telling me you would’ve done differently?”

“I would’ve… felt bad about it. I mean…”

“Why? He’s an asshole. He’s the king of assholes, was the king of assholes. Both of your life expectancies just… shot up!”

“She’s trying to be good,” Mary Jane said. “We all are, even Peter. Trying to hold ourselves to a standard, and even if we can’t meet it, there’s—“

“You want me to apologize for killing Norman Osborn? Why? He never apologized for any of the shit he put us through! You should be thanking me! He’s dead, Peter’s hands are clean—“

“They are not… clean,” MJ insisted. “Because he left you in charge and this is what you did. Because of him. He’ll blame himself.”

“Sounds like his problem!”

Mary Jane got in his face and, for a dizzying moment, Kaine wondered what it’d be like to just shove her. “Felicia’s pregnant. We’re pregnant. We’re going to be raising a child and if there’s one thing we can’t have, it’s someone who teaches him to compromise his morals without guilt.”

Kaine took a deep breath and focused on Felicia. “And what do you think, supervillain? You’re really going from dating the Foreigner to won’t someone think of the children?”

There was a long moment before Felicia responded. “You’re right. I’m not the type of woman who’d go out with an assassin anymore. If you don’t think that’s a good thing… maybe you don’t belong in this family. Around my child.”

Kaine threw his hands up in the air. “This was what Peter wanted! He asked me to protect you!”

“You can do that from somewhere else,” Mary Jane said. “Go on patrols, keep the city safe… but not around us.”

Kaine scoffed. “You remember Ana, the third member of your little harem? She’s killed more people than I have.”

“Maybe. But she’s at least trying. If you’re not willing to try, there’s no place for you here.”

The elevator arrived. Felicia and Mary Jane got out, Kaine holding still in case one of them shoulder-checked him. Neither of them did.

“Sorry, padre,” he called after them. “Don’t think I’ll be going to confession today. Got nothing on my conscience.”

He pressed the button to return him to the car park.

***

He waited after the elevator got down there. Shathra was there. Still in Felicia’s form. He didn’t feel bad about finding her hot. Why should he?

“So… what the hell’s the deal with us?” he asked her.

“You will provide me with young,” Shathra said. “Our spawn will prowl the astral plane as the ultimate hunters…”

“Uh-huh. You do anal?”

“Yes.”

“Sweet.”

The elevator came back down. Zoe was there. Sasha was in the next one. Then Aracely. Finally, Annabelle.

“You sure?” Kaine asked her. “That monster you saw… it’s more than what I look like before I put my face on.”

Annabelle punched him in the shoulder. “I’ve always wanted to try one of these love cult things. Besides, you know how hard it is to find a decent guy who isn’t married, gay, or part-spider?”

“Are we a superhero team now?” Aracely asked. “Does anyone need a codename? I’m very good at coming up with codenames.”

“We’re not superheroes,” Kaine told her. “We’re just… the guys who are around when they’re not. Besides, people fuck with superheroes. Nobody’s going to fuck with us.”

“Ah. We’re supervillains, then,” Sasha said.

“I don’t want to be a supervillain!” Aracely cried.

“If the shoe fits,” Zoe said.

“I don’t like labels,” Shathra said. “It’s an irritatingly human quality.”

“She’s not human?” Annabelle asked. “Then why does she steal all those diamonds?”

“She’s not… you know what?” Kaine asked. “This conversation will go down a lot better over drinks. Let’s find somewhere that sells beer.”

“I know a nice place,” Sasha said. “If we’re supervillains.”

“What’s it called?” Aracely asked.

“The bar with no name.”

“Yes, what’s it called?”

“Before we go any further,” Kaine said. “How does everyone feel about blondes? What about the number three?”