Tentacles & Subs (Marvel) (Patreon)

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Themes: Master/Pet, Breeding, Tentacle Sex

Summary: Peter Parker changes after getting his black suit. Its undeniable. There's a darkness to him that wasn't there before. Its probably not healthy, to be honest. Too bad MJ likes it a little too much to do anything about it. There are some benefits to the new suit and the new Peter. Benefits that Mary Jane Watson isn't willing to give up any time soon. 

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She’s waiting for him on her knees when he finally comes in through the window. She’s not been there too long either… maybe a half hour at most? Either Mary Jane is getting better at timing when he’ll get home, or she’s made herself enticing enough for him to end his patrols earlier to get to her sooner.

And what an enticing sight she makes at that. Mary Jane Watson, super model fawned over by millions of fans world-wide. Except, none of them got to see her like this. None but her Master. Wearing nothing but a collar, MJ kneels there at the foot of the bed facing the window with the leash in her mouth. Her legs are splayed apart and her hands are palm down on the carpet between them, kneading away in anticipation for his arrival.

Yes, she would gladly wait hours longer if she had to, just to give him the perfect homecoming each and every night. It meant the world to her, to satisfy her Master’s desires…

“… I’m home.”

As Spider-Man enters, his tone is dark and gravelly coming from the all black suit he now wears. It’s nothing like his original red and blue costume. Oh sure, it might have the same general shape, but beyond that its… a world apart. HE is a world apart, even. Ever since he put on that black suit, Peter Parker has become a different sort of person. He’s darker, for one… more aggressive and domineering for another.

It's the latter that MJ can’t get enough of. Already, her heart is racing a mile a minute as he looks down at her through his mask. Walking up, he holds out a hand and she happily drops the leash in between her teeth into his grasp before beaming up at him.

“Welcome home, Master.”

Things had changed between them, ever since Peter got the black suit. There had become a… distinction of sorts. When he was Peter Parker he was still her boyfriend and she was still his girlfriend. They were as lovey dovey as any couple could be with one another, and that hadn’t really changed. However, when Peter was wearing the suit he was Spider-Man. And as far as they were both concerned, Mary Jane was Spider-Man’s pet. No more, no less.

He tugs her over by the leash as he sits down on the bed, and MJ happily turns to crawl with him, until she’s nestled properly between his legs. His suit doesn’t really pull away… instead, it molds and shifts until his cock grows seemingly out of nothing. MJ knows that’s not how it works, to be fair. But the end result is the same. She’s not looking at Peter Parker’s dick right now. She’s looking at Spider-Man’s massive, throbbing, pitch-black, veiny penis. It’s something completely alien in nature… but that doesn’t matter, because it belongs to her Master and MJ simply can’t get enough of it.

With a wanton moan, she almost moves forward… then she stops and looks up into her Master’s eyes pleadingly. He stares back at her for a long moment, expression covered by his mask and thus unreadable. Finally though, he gives a slight nod.

“Go ahead.”

As soon as the naked, freckled red head has permission, she dives down Spider-Man’s cock. Taking him in her mouth is second nature at this point, even with his augmented size. Her plush lips stretch nice and wide around the throbbing, bulbous tip of his alien member, and she begins to dive down his shaft, slobbering and slurping away at his unnatural member without hesitation.

Meanwhile, on his end he tightens his grip on her leash, wrapping it around his fist until there’s no slack left and she can feel a light tug at her neck. It’s not enough to choke her, merely enough to remind her of her place. MJ handles the choking bit herself, descending further and further down her Master’s prick until she’s gagging and gurgling on his length as it pushes into the back of her throat.

“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

At the same time however, he’s not idle. His free hand goes to the top of her head… while extra appendages slowly form from other parts of the suit, of his body.

There are no secrets between them, to be clear. MJ hasn’t leapt into this new aspect of their relationship completely blind. She knows what Peter’s new suit is. That its an alien. A symbiote, even. Peter and the symbiote have been getting along rather well, but if anyone was going to ruin their slowly forming bond, it likely would have been MJ. Maybe if she weren’t such a submissive slut, maybe if she wasn’t into Pet Play, she might have been turned off and disgusted by Peter’s darkening attitude and domineering behavior.

Luckily for all of them involved, Mary Jane Watson was a horny, needy little cunt who loved being dominated and treated like a pet by her boyfriend. She needed to know he loved her first of course, she wasn’t looking for a downright abusive relationship… but she trusted Peter with all her heart. And that meant she trusted him to give her what she needed as well.

So as the suit forms tentacles that reach for her, MJ doesn’t freak out. She’s not worried in the slightest, even as the additional appendages slide down her naked body, moving over her shuddering form. Eventually, they reach their ultimate destination… her lower orifices.

There’s a reason the red head is kneeling with her legs splayed apart as she is. As she continues to deep throat her Master’s cock, slobbering all over it, the two tentacles down below find it easy enough to slide up inside of her. Her pussy and her ass are both rapidly stuffed with big, fat alien meat, pushing up into her even as she continues to suck on the throbbing shaft in front of her.

MJ moans, her eyes fluttering and threatening to roll back in her head from the pleasure. This in turn sends reverberations up her Master’s length, causing his cock to pulsate in her mouth and throat all the more.

It’s not long before he pulls on her leash at the same time the hand on top of her head grips down and yanks her forward as well. MJ’s eyes go wide as she’s pulled all the way to the base of Spider-Man’s alien cock, her cheeks and neck bulging and her jaw stretched to the creaking point as he begins to cum.

Emptying his balls right into her belly, as her Master so likes to do, he cums and cums until there’s nothing left. In turn, MJ can do nothing but kneel there and take it. She WILL do nothing but kneel there and take it. No part of her has any desire to go against her Master’s needs. No part of her wants anything more than to offer him her complete submission.

There’d been a time when Mary Jane hadn’t been sure she and Peter were going to work out. He wasn’t a bad man by any stretch of the imagination. No, rather, the problem was he was too much of a GOOD man. Not only did he seem disinclined to pick up on the signals she was putting out for what sort of things she might want to do in bed, but also… he was too much of a do-gooder for his own good.

To be fair, MJ had been afraid of how he might respond to finding out she wanted to engage in Pet Play with him. So she hadn’t been very blunt about any of it. Quite the opposite even, she’d been as subtle as a mouse. At the same time, he’d come back late night after night, covered in bruises and cuts and sometimes even other worse injuries that MJ had found herself having to tend to.

She loved him, so it wasn’t like she minded tending to his wounds, but even if his healing factor DID allow him to completely heal broken ribs in a single night’s rest, that didn’t mean she liked seeing him in pain. Nor did it mean she could handle it if he went and died on her one night and never came home.

Funnily enough, the black suit, aka the symbiote… had proven to be the solution to all of their problems. Slowly, her Master pulls out of her throat and tugs her up by her leash and the tentacles in her lower holes. MJ grins cheerily as she rises to her feet, letting him pull her onto his lap right then and there. She ends up facing away from him, leaning back into his chest as the tentacle in her cunt pulls out of her pussy and is replaced by the throbbing mast of his inhuman cock slapping up against her sopping slit.

Not only had the symbiote brought out hidden depths in Peter that MJ hadn’t known he was capable of, but it had also brought out parts of him that she was downright delighted by. The new Peter, or rather, the new Spider-Man… he understood what she needed and he gave it to her, full stop.

Even better, the symbiote made sure Peter didn’t get hurt nearly as much. He no longer came home with bruises, cuts, or broken bones anymore. Hell, he didn’t even have to spend hours fixing his costume like he used to do some nights with the red and blue one. The black suit was self-repairing, and the symbiote protected Peter from all harm.

They were a match made in heaven, the two of them… and one might think that would leave MJ feeling like a third wheel, but would YOU feel like a third wheel in her circumstances?

Her Master’s hands grasp her hips and lift her into the air with ease, betraying his immense physical strength. Then, a moment later, he slams her down onto his cock. MJ squeals and moans, the collared red head bucking and shaking and trembling on the dick she just got done spit-polishing. His cock stretches out her insides beautifully like always, and her eyes flutter as she orgasms explosively on the spot.

She’s been waiting all day for this, after all. Its all she even thinks about at this point. Having him inside of her. And not just in her cunt either. Even as her Master is pounding her up and down on his cock, bulging out her taut, trim abdomen with his massive phallus and making her soft, full, freckled chest bounce and jiggle in the process… his tentacles remain active.

The one in her ass stays lodged there, writhing around and adding additional pleasure to the rough sex they’re currently engaging in. Her backdoor being occupied means her cunt is all the tighter for him, even as his inhuman cock continues to stretch her out to her absolute limits.

At the same time, her mouth is no longer occupied with aforementioned cock… and MJ is getting quite loud, crying out at the top of her lungs and moaning as she squeals joyously. There’s a big, broad smile on her face even as another pitch black tentacle slides up and pushes into her open mouth. She knew from the very beginning he would need to silence her so they didn’t disturb their neighbors. Getting gagged by one of his big fat tentacles is a delight in and of itself.

Even more so when his actual hands slide up her front and grabs her by her tits, pulling her further back into his chest and squeezing her freckled breasts just to the point of mild discomfort. MJ likes a bit of pain, but not a lot of it. She likes to be treated roughly, but not brutally. Luckily, Peter hasn’t changed so much that he would go out of his way to hurt her or anything like that. He’s not a sadist, not even as this newer, darker version of Spider-Man.

He is her Master though and submitting to his cock has never felt better. Eyes rolling up in her head, MJ cums again and again upon his member, even as all of her holes are stretched airtight by his multitude of appendages. Until finally, in the midst of her ecstasy, she hears his dark alien voice in her ear.

“MJ… it’s time.”

Her eyes snap open, and her head turns to look at him, the collared super model feeling hope blossom in her chest.

“I’m ready. I’m going to knock you up now.”

MJ shudders her way through another orgasm right there on the spot when he says that. It was something they’d discussed a while back, in the early days of their new… relationship. She’d told him in the heat of the moment that she didn’t care if it ruined her career or if it took her out of the modeling game during her most profitable years. She was eager to have his kids.

Whenever he was ready, whenever he decided he wanted to see her pregnant and barefoot, padding around their apartment growing heavier and heavier with his child… then she wanted him to just go ahead and do it. No asking permission, no checking in with her. That wouldn’t be right considering their new dynamic. No, it had to be HIS decision full stop. She’d already given her consent.

And now, here they were. Her Master begins fucking her even harder, and with the knowledge that he’s doing so in order to impregnate her at long last, MJ can’t help but let out muffled squeals around the tentacle in her throat, reaching back and grabbing onto him, clutching at him for dear life. Her vision goes white a few times as she climaxes on his dick, until finally… it happens.

He cums without further warning and without hesitation. Grasping her by the tits, pulling her back into his body, he fills her womb with his seed. Whether its JUST Peter’s seed, or something else mixed with a bit of the symbiote… MJ doesn’t know and she doesn’t care. It doesn’t matter, because at the end of the day, the red head trusts her Master implicitly not just with her life, but with every decision to be made in it.

She knows that he would never do anything to hurt her… and so she’s not worried. She’s not afraid. Sure, some might say that what Spider-Man’s become with the black suit is something monstrous… but MJ has always had a thing for monsters.

The tentacles pull out of her, and she’s slowly dragged off of her Master’s cock. Suddenly, she’s lifted bridal style and being carried from the bedroom into the bathroom, where Peter runs a bath for her. And it is Peter, as when she looks up, his black suit is gone and he’s fully ‘naked’. Of course, MJ knows the symbiote is still there. But as Peter smiles warmly down to her, she also knows play time is over now. Now they’ll indulge in the aftercare he’s so fond of, and then cuddle until they fall asleep together.

She truly has the best boyfriend and Master in the whole wide world…