Peter Parker's New Groove Ch. 39 (Marvel) (Patreon)

A/N: Peter's time with the Stone Waifus comes to an end, and it's back to the real world with some new threads to follow up and tug on.

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As much as he should take Emma’s needs into consideration, what it really boiled down to was what Peter wanted out of life. After all, he already knew what the blonde psychic wanted and desired, didn’t he? The question thus became… did he want to be a father?

The answer, put bluntly, was yes. Peter had always envisioned himself eventually being a dad. Perhaps not this early, mind, but he definitely wanted to have kids. And… maybe it was the parts of him that were from this universe, Universe-6969, but he didn’t necessarily envision himself only having kids with one woman.

Now that he knew what he was dealing with, now that he knew his origins and the nature of the universe around him, Peter could properly recognize that that was the Porn Logic creeping in. But then, was that a bad thing?

In the end, the real question was… was Peter ready to be a father? And after a moment of pondering it, he knew what he wanted.

He doesn’t have to say anything, his cock thrusting in and out of Mind’s cunt as the beautiful personification groans beneath him. Her eyes glitter knowingly, recognizing his decision for what it is… and respecting it. A moment later, he’s cumming inside of her, but he gets the impression that its more than that. That he’s doing something else in the real world in that exact moment that will have long-lasting effects on one Professor Emma Frost.

For the time being, however, it’s just him, buried in a reflection of Wanda Maximoff’s tight cunt, one that he can say from prior experience is actually very true to form. Throwing her head back, Mind moans out in ecstasy, clinging to him for a moment longer before collapsing backwards and letting him go.

As Peter pulls away, he turns… only to find himself face to face with the other three Stones, or more accurately, face to face with the women they’re all mimicking. Dropping to her knees, it’s Reality who takes his cock in hand and begins stroking it up and down it’s mast while smiling up at him eagerly. Peter knows Doctor Jane Foster as a renowned astrophysicist. He’s even read her book!

He’s also tangentially aware that she was, at one point in time, involved with Thor. He’s also-also aware that she had an encounter with the Aether, aka the Reality Stone, which was why it was taking her form now.

In this moment however, Reality has a cute, not quite innocent, very mischievous smile on Jane’s lips, even as she leans forward and takes Peter’s cock in her mouth, sucking him down right then and there.

As Reality bobs up and down the length of his member, Peter reflects that Mind alone wouldn’t have been able to ensure what Emma wanted would come to pass. It might explain why Reality was going first here… to finalize the deal, so to speak. Either that, or the glowing red personification was just the greedy sort.

Time and Soul were right in front of him too, to be fair, but they were both still on their feet. As Reality dutifully blows him, the other two step forward, giving off heavy cougar energy if he’s being honest. On one side you had the Ancient One, aka the celt Boudicca. On the other side, you had the Black Widow, aka Natasha Romanoff.

Also known as Time and Soul, they definitely gave off the most mature feel, in comparison to the other four stones. But then, given their ‘domains’ for lack of a better word, Peter supposed that made sense, didn’t it?

“We’ve been waiting a long time for this, Peter. And yet, also no time at all.”

“I knew in my soul that you would eventually arrive at this place. I’m glad to finally have had the chance to explain properly, all the same.”

They’re all naked of course, himself included. As Time and Soul talk, ping-ponging back and forth between one another, they press their bodies against him. Time even goes so far as to freeze herself. Where before she’d been constantly cycling throughout the entire length of Boudicca’s life, she stops herself at what she must consider an ‘optimal’ age. Far from bald and wizened as the Ancient One was later on in her life, Time has flowing red locks… and a warrior’s body, chiseled as it is feminine, her abs and bust alike pressing into his side.

In comparison, Soul’s chosen form is softer in some ways, but no less toned beneath those deadly curves. If there was one thing the Black Widow was known for, it was her sinuous, sensuous, seductive body, so that didn’t really surprise peter at all.

Both personifications press into him, rubbing against him slowly, casually. Their lips move to his ears, whispering sweet nothings to him as Reality continues to suck him off quite eagerly down below.

“My current form belongs to a woman that you brought back, Peter. A heroic and altogether selfless act that she’s sure to reward you for, when you and she finally begin to interact.”

Peter frowns slightly at that and looks Soul directly in the eye. He knows he’s talking to the Infinity Stone, but in that moment, it also feels like his words are for Natasha.

“I didn’t bring her back for a reward. Her death… her death should never have been necessary. It was unjust.”

Soul’s eyes flicker, the glowing orange personification cocking her head to the side.

“It was an equivalent exchange, was it not? Soul for Soul. As it has always been.”

Peter hesitates, briefly, considering if he should tread carefully… before realizing it matters not. They see all of him in this place, just as he sees more of them than he otherwise would have. This was his mind, meaning Soul already knew his feelings on the matter. Still, he tries to voice them all the same.

“I don’t blame you, necessarily. Thanos was the true monster, in the end. That you were the Stone with the greatest price attached to it was… well, it was what it was.”

Soul slowly nods, even as her chest presses into his arm. She lets out a breathy sigh that draws Peter’s attention to her soft, pliable lips. But before he can lean in to kiss them, Time draws his focus away, turning his head with a light hand on his jawline.

“You need not worry about my form, Peter. Boudicca the Celt lived a long, fulfilled life. She earned her rest… in more ways than one. I can assure you; she would agree.”

Knowing what he knew about her thanks to his connections to the Stones, Peter just nods gently. Honestly, this was all a bit heavy, wasn’t it? Obviously, Soul was trying to get him to seek out Natasha for a fuck after all this was over. And frankly… Peter thought there was a non-zero chance of that happening. But it wouldn’t be because he felt owed anything by the Black Widow. She was… her own person.

Down below, Reality suddenly picks up the pace, and before Peter knows it, he’s cumming down her throat. She gulps his seed like it’s a lifeline, swallowing it all down in mere moments. And then, reality itself seems to warp, as she suddenly goes from on her knees to on his cock. One moment, Peter is standing there, hugging Soul and Time to his sides with Reality kneeling before him. The next, he’s back on a bed again and this time it’s he who’s on his back as Reality impales herself upon his member.

Looking down at him as she rides him at a frantic pace, the glowing red personification smiles, eyes twinkling.

“MY current form could use your help, Peter.”

Blinking, Peter furrows his brow at that. There was something there. Something about Jane Foster that he should have been able to see and know, just like he instinctively knew so much about all the other forms the Stones had taken. But Reality… Reality was keeping it from him, blocking it off.

“What? What is it?”

Fucking herself upon his cock at a breakneck pace, Reality just shakes her head and gives him a coy grin as she puts a finger against her lips. She’s not going to tell him, that much is obvious. But then, he doesn’t need to know the details, now does he? If someone is in trouble, he’ll find a way to help them. If Dr. Jane Foster, one of his scientist idols, is in trouble… well, Peter will do whatever he can.

Letting out a truly wanton moan, Reality leans forward over him, panting as she looks into his eyes.

“That’s what I like to hear, Peter. Now, fuck me. Fuck us all. Don’t hold back for anything.”

Grabbing him by the wrists, Reality yanks his hands up to her hips. Peter takes the invitation for what it is and starts to fuck. He fucks Reality first, of course. She’s already on top of him, he’s already inside of her. He fucks her for a long time… but also no time at all. The glowing red personification moans and tosses her head back, throwing that luscious mane of brown locks back and forth as she does so, until finally he cums inside of her, filling her with his seed.

After Reality comes Time. The Celtic Warrior Woman doesn’t hesitate to drag him up off of his back and onto his knees, before turning away and presenting herself for a mounting. Peter doesn’t hesitate either, to be fair. It’s quite obvious, at least to him anyways, what Time wants from him. His hand gathers up the glowing green woman’s red locks into a makeshift ponytail wrapped around his fist.

Then and only then does he thrust into her from behind, his free hand gripping her chiseled side as he fucks her hard and fast. As Time was now, she was a representation of the Ancient One at a point in her life before she even became the Ancient One. Young and full of vigor and venom, strong of body, without an ounce of magic to her just yet. Boudicca’s life had continued on far, FAR past this point in time… centuries past even.

But even though they hadn’t even met yet, Time considered this to be her former wielder at her peak. Perhaps not her peak of power, but her peak of life. Everything after was… stretching the inevitable, from her learning magic, to her eventually dipping into the Dark Dimension to expand her life span far past her original expiration date.

As far as relationships with their reflections went, Time and the woman she was mimicking had the most contentious one, it would seem. On the one hand, the Ancient One had used the Eye of Agamotto to great effect many times, and she and the Time Stone had had a… decent working relationship. On the other, Time did not exist in the Dark Dimension… and so there had always been a divide between the two of them, for as long as the Ancient One had spent running away from HER time in particular.

All of this, Peter instinctively understood as he fucked Time from behind, pulling on her hair and pounding into her with all his strength. She could, obviously, take it… and she most definitely did as well. As he fucks her, the personification cries out, moaning throatily until finally, her inner walls flex and clench down hard enough and frequently enough to bring him over the edge. Yet again, Peter spills his seed inside of her… and truth be told, he suspects he’s spilled his seed out in the real world every single time as well…

Finishing Time off, he pulls back, knowing that there’s only one Stone left to… well, satisfy. Except, when he turns to reach for Soul, the beautiful and naked personification kneeling on the bed mere inches away from him, everything shifts again.

Suddenly, the bed is gone and they’re both standing up, with Soul now a few feet away, smiling at him with Natasha’s smile, gazing at him with Natasha’s eyes.

“Mm, this is where we part ways for now, Peter.”

Blinking, Peter realizes they’re both dressed as well, with Soul wearing Natasha’s signature cat-suit, and Peter in his normal clothes once more.

“Wait, what? I thought you would want to…”

Letting out a soft laugh, Soul shakes her head.

“Peter, I am Soul. Who is it, do you think, that personally patched you together? Who do you think took all those shreds of your Mind and Power that were gathered up from across Time and Space and Reality… and stitched them into your coherent whole?”

She steps forward then and places a hand upon his chest.

“I don’t need to fuck you to be intimate with you, Peter. We share a level of intimacy that cannot be beat.”

Then, she steps back again, as Peter is processing the implications of all she just said.

“Besides. Wouldn’t want you to get a free test drive of something THIS good. You should have to work for it, don’t you think?”

Soul runs her hands up and down Natasha’s catsuit, and Peter has to admit… the proposition is incredibly tantalizing. Natasha Romanoff IS out there in the real world after all, brought back to life because of him. He would never try to leverage that for sexual favors, but if the opportunity arose.

“It’s time, Peter. This is goodbye for now. And… have fun.”

In the blink of an eye, all six Infinity Stones are standing there before him, smiling at him, with Soul in the center. Then, a moment later, Peter is back in his body, in the real world. He knows this, because his cock is currently buried inside of a tightly clamped cunny, and there’s a moaning blonde in front of him who’s eyes have rolled back in her head.

Slowly, Peter pulls back out of Emma Frost’s cunt. To his complete lack of surprise, she looks… well, she looks bloated. He’d cum inside of her each time he’d cum in one of the Stones in his mind, and nowhere was the pornographic nature of Universe-6969 more apparent then with how much cum Emma could apparently hold in her womb.

Of course, even as he pulls out of her and ‘unplugs’ her so to speak, his seed begins to slip out in thick, sticky globs of semen.

… He should probably get going, to be honest. It had gotten late, judging by how dark it was outside. Of course, he was no stranger to night life, so it would be fine, probably. He-

“W-Wait. Don’t… don’t go, Peter. Please… stay the night. The Institute is at your disposal.”

Glancing back to see Emma lifting herself off of her desk and reaching out to him, Peter blinks and considers the offer. Knowing what he knows now, he’s quite sure he knows exactly what will happen if he stays. Emma herself might not be in any position to keep going tonight, but that didn’t mean another opportunity wouldn’t present itself.

Still, was that necessarily a bad thing?