A Hero's Reward (Marvel) (Patreon)

Poll Winner

Themes: Foursome, Fucked Silly, Master/Slave

Summary: Jean has recently been struggling with maintaining control of the Phoenix Force’s nigh-omnipotent power, so her teammates and fellow telepaths Emma Frost and Psylocke have decided to reach out to Peter Parker due to him catching Jean’s eye in the hopes he can help her control and master the Phoenix. But like Jean, these two are irresistibly drawn to Peter, and will be getting more than they bargained for. 

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“Jean, I’m home!”

“I know, Peter! I’m in the bedroom~”

Peter chuckles, as he closes and locks the door to his apartment behind himself, slinging his shoulder bag off and onto a nearby chair. He can’t help grinning at the note of unquestionable, sultry desire he hears in his girlfriend’s voice. He and Jean Grey have been dating for about a month now, and while it’s been a slight change of pace, dating a psychic of Jean’s power, he’s enjoyed every last moment of it.

There’s not a doubt in Peter’s mind that the two of them love each other very much, and from the sound of Jean’s voice, she’s been waiting for him to get home… and likely spent the entire time touching herself as well.

Making his way to the bedroom, Peter is more than ready for some afternoon nookie with his girlfriend. However, he can’t help but freeze at the sight before him as he steps over the threshold and into the room. Needless to say, it’s not what he’s expecting in the slightest.

“… Jean?”

Smirking rather evilly, like the cat who caught the canary, Jean giggles as she sits on the edge of their bed, dressed like some Evil Overlady, what with the all black leather corset, panties, and arm-length gloves and thigh-high heeled boots. But it’s not just that. Jean sits there on the edge of the bed… while two more women kneel on either side of her, her gloved hands resting atop their heads.

Emma Frost and Betsy Braddock, otherwise known as the psychic mutant Psylocke, both kneel there with matching sets of color-coded lingerie. Snow white for Emma, of course, and a dark rich purple for Betsy. The two of them have color-coded ball gags in their mouths, and wrist restraints pulling their arms back behind them as well. And finally, they’re both staring at him with abject need in their eyes, very clearly immensely turned on, for all that they’re both in a state of seeming helplessness.

“Peter. Welcome home. Say hello to your new pets~”

Furrowing his brow, Peter glances to the two other psychics.

“… Emma… Betsy…”

After nodding in acknowledgment of both of them, he looks to Jean.

“Jean, what’s going on exactly? You three know I can’t read minds… so I would appreciate an explanation.”

Especially since… he and Jean were only together BECAUSE of Emma and Betsy. A month or so ago, the two mutant women had set Peter up with Jean on a date, explaining that their friend, an incredibly powerful psychic, was going through a really rough time and they thought he could help. Peter wasn’t entirely sure what he could possibly do, but he knew one thing for sure, he would never leave someone in distress to suffer when there was something he could do about it.

That said, to his surprise, he and Jean had almost immediately hit it off. They’d move in together within the week, and Peter had been incredibly happy ever since. It was nice to have a girlfriend who was categorically more powerful than him, to be honest. For all that she only ever wanted HIM in control when they were in bed together. More than that, it was nice to have a girlfriend who accepted his need to go out as Spider-Man and protect the streets of his city.

“It’s simple, Peter. They both want you. They find you just as irresistible as I do.”

What?

Its true, Peter. We want to be with you. We want to be yours.

Do whatever you like with us. Our bodies are your property now.

Peter jolts, as both Emma and Betsy’s distinct mental ‘voices’ enter his head. The two mutant bombshells might be bound and gagged, but they can still make themselves ‘heard’, and they’re both looking at him needily, making it quite obvious that Jean is telling the truth.

Smirking, the red head pushes off of the bed, abruptly standing up and pushing away from Emma and Betsy as she saunters forward. One heeled boot in front of the other, she sways her way over to Peter, sashaying her hips just the way she knows he likes it, before reaching him… only to drop down to her knees. Taking up a position of submission just as she’s done throughout every sexual encounter in their short relationship, Jean looks up into his eyes as she reaches forward and frees his cock from its confines. Stroking it up and down with her gloved hands, she gives him a rueful smile.

“You really don’t get it, do you? You complete us, Peter.”

Blushing, immediately feeling a little self-conscious, Peter laughs.

“Really? I’m not so sure about that. I complete… all three of you?”

Jean just nods, and then begins to bob up and down on his cock. As she does so, she explains psychically, pushing her thoughts into his head while giving him head at the exact same time.

You don’t understand. That’s part of the charm, I suppose. You’re so selfless. You’re the most heroic man any of us have ever met.

Peter gapes at that, only to have Emma and Betsy back Jean up.

She’s right, Peter. Betsy and I got you and Jean together because she needed a good man to lean on. Someone of her power… she needed an example of what a true hero was, and we found it for her… in you.

Yes. We wanted you ourselves of course but agreed that Jean needed you most of all. But in the end, we couldn’t stay away… you’re just too damn irresistible.

Even as he’s reeling from Emma and Betsy’s revelations, Jean is still sucking his cock… even choking on it as she endeavors to take him all the way to the base.

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

But even while gagging on his throbbing member, she’s able to ‘pipe up’ mentally again.

I don’t mind sharing, Peter. We had to establish some ground rules, of course… I’ll always be your first. The other two don’t mind though. We’re all just happy to be yours.

Swallowing thickly, trying not to groan loudly at how good Jean’s mouth feels on his cock, Peter shakes his head, eyes wide in shock.

“This… this is crazy. You three know that, right?”

Suddenly, Jean pulls back off of his cock with a pop and gives him a bright, megawatt smile.

“No, Peter. This is what you deserve, after a life of selfless self-sacrifice. You’re a hero, and you deserve to be treated like one.”

His cock twitches at Jean’s heartfelt words, her mouth mere inches from his throbbing member. However, she doesn’t go back to sucking him off. Instead, the powerful psychic, both an insanely strong telepath AND telekinetic, pulls away from him. However, Peter finds himself drawn forward, even as Emma and Betsy moan through their gags, suddenly lifted into the air by Jean’s mind.

The two other mutant women are subsequently turned around and bent over the bed behind them, their faces squishing into the blanket as their hips are lifted up into the air. Their legs spread wide open, but in a natural motion that makes it clear the movement is their own choice. However, the way their panties are pulled aside by seeming nothing at all makes it clear that that’s Jean’s doing.

Sitting down between them again, this time with her gloved hands resting on their shapely behinds instead of their heads, Jean crosses her legs and gives Peter a wide, wicked grin.

“They’re ready for you. Ready and waiting. Look at how sopping wet they are. Go on, hero… claim your rewards.”

He hadn’t done it for rewards or prizes. None of it. And Peter hadn’t been raised to think of women as objects to be ‘claimed’ or ‘conquered’. But… but there was misogyny, and then there was this. Peter would never not treat women with respect and dignity, it just wasn’t in his nature… but right now, this offering was too damn much for the enhanced man to possibly reject.

Of course, he also can’t just make a decision like Jean is demanding he make now. So instead, Peter takes the third path. Surging forward, he grabs Jean by her thighs, pries her legs open, and lifts her up so she falls back onto the bed with a surprised ‘eep!’

His decision was made so fast that she apparently hadn’t even read it in his mind, because she looks at him with wide, surprised green eyes as he tears her panties away and thrusts into her, right then and there.

“Ooooh, Peter!”

“Fuck, Jean!”

He fucks her hard and fast right there on the bed between their two very horny, all tied up friends. But that doesn’t mean he ignores Emma and Betsy the entire time. As he’s plowing Jean silly, his cock pistoning in and out of the red head’s cunt at blindingly fast speeds, Peter moves his hands back to either side of himself.

He intends to start with two fingers, but when he finds out how sopping wet Emma and Betsy are, he goes with three. The two gagged psychics moan as he fingerbangs the both of them, bent over as they are. The two were obviously eager to be fucked, but he hears not a word of protest from them mentally as he plows Jean instead.

It would seem they’re really serious about this. They really want to just… give themselves to him. Jean will be top dog, and Emma and Betsy will be… what? His mistresses? His concubines? His pets? Peter doesn’t know, but the thought of it definitely excites him, making him fuck Jean even faster. The whole scenario, combined with her deep-throating of his cock, has him already close to the edge as it is.

But then, he’s got quite a lot of women to satisfy, doesn’t he? So really, what’s the point in holding back? Tossing his head back, letting out a loud groan, Peter cums inside of his submissive girlfriend, pumping Jean full of his seed as she cries out and explosively orgasms from the sensation. Her inner walls milk him for all he’s worth, and by the time he pulls out, she’s drained him… but not completely.

Deciding to continue going off instinct, Peter takes a step to his left and finds himself right in front of Emma Frost’s heart-shaped derriere. With Jean a little out of it, her panties are no longer being pulled to the side with telekinesis, but that’s fine because Peter just tears them off of her anyways. He’s inside of the beautiful blonde bombshell a moment later, fucking her for all she’s worth as she squeals through her ball gag… and into his mind.

Yes! Spank me! Fuck me! Don’t stop, Master! Hurt your naughty little girl, sir!

… He knew Emma had some residual guilt over her past actions as a member of the Hellfire Club, but Peter is still a little surprised to hear she thinks of her as his ‘naughty little girl’, even in her own mind. Still, her projected thoughts are a turn on, and Peter growls, giving her what she wants… including that spanking.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

His hands come down on Emma’s ass cheeks. Not hard enough to actually hurt her, but certainly hard enough for her to really feel it. Her pussy clenches down around his dick every time his palm strikes her beautiful derriere, and Peter groans from the feeling of her tight wetness, wrapped along his pistoning shaft.

He expected to last longer, but it’s just too damn good. Even though he’s already cum once, it feels like no time at all before he’s ready to do so again. And so, with barely any hesitation, he gives it to her, pumping his second load into Emma’s womb just as the first ended up in Jean’s.

Once he’s done with that… well, there’s only one woman left to satisfy. Moving over to Betsy, aka Psylocke, Peter grabs the purple-haired mutant by her hips as well. He tears off her panties to complete the set, half-formed plans of keeping the three pairs of ripped undergarments as trophies percolating in his head.

Then, he slams home into Betsy’s cunt, filling her up from behind just as he did with Emma.

Oooooh~

Unlike Emma, Betsy’s mental projections are somewhat incoherent. She can’t seem to string a single intelligible thought together. Peter doesn’t mind though, and he doesn’t fuck her any less for it. Gripping the athletic and toned psychic by her hips, he drives into her with even more force than he used on Emma. Betsy can take it. Emma might have a diamond form, but she’s not really a fighter. Likewise, Jean is more reliant on her insane mental abilities than the physical.

Betsy, out of all three women, is the one who fights with her fists… albeit with psi-blades protruding from her fists. Still, she has an incredibly active lifestyle as a result, and her toned body is a bit more capable of handling Peter’s enhanced strength than the other two women. Not all the way, of course… even with Betsy, he has to hold back a little bit.

After all, he doesn’t want to truly hurt her… nor any of them, really. The three women might have their own personal hang-ups, they might think they deserve it… but if Peter is going to ‘own’ them or something like that, then they’re going to play by his rules. And his rules say that he’s going to show them just as much love and affection as he is rough sex and domination. Perhaps more so, if he can help it!

With that in mind, Peter reaches forward and pulls Betsy’s ball gag out of her mouth while dragging her head back and around. He captures her lips with his own and kisses her deeply as she moans into his mouth, shivering and trembling beneath him, shaking her way through an explosive orgasm that in turn takes Peter right over the edge for a third time.

As he fills Betsy with his seed, Peter groans into her mouth, before finally pulling back and letting her collapse forward onto the bed again. He’s feeling pretty good as he does so… frankly, he’s barely broken a sweat. When he looks over, however, it’s to find Jean giving him a wide, beaming smile. Unable to help smiling back, Peter chuckles.

“What?”

Reaching up, the red head taps the side of her head, making it clear she’d been listening in on all the thoughts he’d just been having while fucking Betsy. All the thoughts about treating his three new women right, about taking care of them as much as he might take advantage of them. Peter flushes in mild embarrassment, as Jean giggles and drops back to her knees in front of him again.

“That’s why we love you… Master~”

Then, she takes his cock back in her mouth, and Peter can only groan and rest a hand atop her head as she goes to town on him.

Heh… he could really get used to this…