A Hero's Reward Pt. 4 (Marvel) (Patreon)

Poll Winner

Themes: Fucked Silly, Mind Break, Master/Slave

Summary: Part 4 of A Hero's Reward. Word is getting out to female superheroes about Peter’s sexual prowess and expanding harem, and certain female Avengers decide to try their hand to see if the rumors are true. After all, they've had a dearth of good dick for much too long. Needless to say, when all is said and done, Peter will rock them to their very core. 

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“Nice of you to stop by, Spider-Man. Take a seat.”

Raising an eyebrow beneath his mask, Peter tilts his head to the side.

“I think I’ll stand.”

Smirking, Natasha Romanoff, aka the Black Widow, saunters up to him… and in an instant has maneuvered him over to the couch with her flexible body and super spy skills, forcing him to sit down and plopping herself right into his lap. He might have fought it more if he hadn’t known this was coming, but as is, his psychic girls had warned him ahead of time what he could expect, coming to the Avengers’ Mansion for this ‘mission briefing’.

“Wanda has spread word of your prowess to her colleagues on the Avengers, Master.”

“They’re going to likely approach you soon enough, eager to test you out.”

“Be ready, but don’t worry… we know you can handle them.”

As such, Peter just smiles behind his mask as he palms Natasha’s ass cheeks through her skintight leather catsuit. The red headed super spy coos as he does so, grinding against his crotch, feeling his bulge beginning to grow under her.

“Something tells me I’m not here for a mission briefing, Widow.”

Smirking, Natasha bats her eyelashes.

“What makes you think that, Spider? You are in fact here for a mission briefing. Your mission, should you choose to accept it… is to fuck the female members of the Avengers and end our collective dry spells. It’s honestly been far too long, and it’s beginning to effect team cohesion, you see. After what Wanda told us… well, we couldn’t just ignore what you had to offer, now could we?”

Tilting his head to the side, Peter grunts.

“And are the others on board with this mission?”

Natasha’s smirk just grows at that, even as she grinds her crotch into his some more, arching her back and moaning all the while. Peter snorts, not expecting an answer to his question. Instead, he grips tighter on her catsuit, digging his fingers into her synthetic leather with both hands and…

RIIIIIIIIP~

He tears a hole open in the back of the Black Widow’s black catsuit, prompting her to gasp in wide-eyed surprise.

“That was very expensive, Spider~ You really are a bad boy, aren’t you?”

Scoffing, Peter maneuvers so that he can free his cock from his own suit, letting it unfurl. The moment it does, it slaps into Natasha’s waiting gloved hands as she strokes it up and down vigorously, cooing over his length. But Peter has already decided he’s not going to let her control the pace any longer. Before she can react, he’s pulled a fast one on the super spy… and impaled her on his cock before she’s truly ready.

“Oooooh fuuuuck~”

He might be on bottom, and Natasha might have thought she could take advantage of him and maintain some semblance of dominance by staying on top… but he was the man here, and she was the woman. It didn’t matter how seductive, sultry, or experienced the gorgeous super spy was… she wasn’t ready for him. Pistoning up into her from below with every last inch of his cock, the same dick that had mind broken psychics, reality-warpers, and mutants alike, Peter grins as Natasha squeals. In comparison to all of them… a simple genetically engineered femme fatale just didn’t hold a candle.

Of course, she was still VERY beautiful. Beautiful enough that Peter enjoys her very much, even pulling down the zipper on her catsuit and freeing her tits from their confines so he can nuzzle her breasts. He ends up pulling up the bottom of his mask just so he can attack her hard nipples with his teeth, biting and tugging on them as Natasha howls to high heavens, clearly caught off guard by his… prowess.

They fuck for what feels like an eternity, but actually isn’t long at all. He extracts orgasm after orgasm from the red head, pumping up into her time and time again before at long last unloading in her sterile womb. Natasha’s eyes flutter and stay rolled back in her head after that, her body going limp. It would seem Peter has taken her to her limits… meanwhile, he’s barely worked up a sweat.

Shrugging, he pulls Natasha off of his cock and sets her down on the couch to rest and recover… just in time for a brightness to fill the room as another female Avenger makes herself known, suddenly standing floating right in front of him with narrowed eyes.

“Spider-Man.”

Peter tilts his head and looks Carol Danvers, aka Captain Marvel, right in the eye. The beautiful blonde is known for being tough as nails, incredibly powerful, and no-nonsense. And yet, beyond a flicker of a glance to both Natasha and his cock, she doesn’t reprimand either of them. She just stands there quietly, as though she’s attempting to intimidate him into apologizing or something. In reality, Peter can tell… she doesn’t know what to do or say in this moment. It’s just like his lovely psychics told him.

“Carol is meant to be ordered around. She prefers it, in fact.”

“That’s right, she’ll never admit it, but she wants to be told what to do. Its why she’s only Captain Marvel, a middling military rank at best~”

“At the end of the day, if you don’t take the reins… someone else will. Probably the government. And then we’ll be in a heap of trouble.”

With their words floating through his head, Peter lets his still exposed lips curl into a smile as he regards Carol from under his half-raised mask.

“I’ve got something for you, Captain Marvel.”

He pulls it out from behind his back then… the leash and the collar, the latter of which has the lettering ‘C A R O L’ on it in big gold letters. The incredibly powerful blonde’s eyes dart down to it… and then go wide as her heart begins to beat rapidly in her chest, Peter’s enhanced hearing picking up on it. He’s either about to get the beating of a lifetime or…

“Sit.”

Without hesitation, Carol drops into a crouch, even lifting her hands up in the approximation of paws as she begins to pant like the bitch in heat she is. Chuckling darkly, Peter stalks forward and wastes no time putting her collar around her neck and attaching a leash to it as well. For a moment, he even lets her nuzzle his cock, a throaty moan working its way out of her lips as her tongue tentatively starts to lap at his shaft.

Then, wrapping the end of the leash around his palm, he gives it a hard tug and spins her around. The heroine ends up on her hands and knees, with Peter crouching down behind her as he taps her backside.

“This is in the way, bitch.”

Carol’s suit is made of alien technology, so he knows he’s not going to just be able to tear it open like he did Natasha’s. Luckily, he doesn’t need to… he’s already ripped open Carol’s mind, broken her with a single gesture and a few words. Her suit’s crotch folds away in moments, exposing her fine, toned ass and her sopping wet pussy. Peter doesn’t waste time. He runs his throbbing erection against the beautiful blonde’s cunt lips one time… and then slams home into her, filling her with every last inch of his dick.

Crying out, Carol moans wantonly, her back arching and her head tossed backwards as she shudders in orgasmic ecstasy. It was just like his girls said. Emma, Jean, and Betsy had been right about both Natasha and Carol so far. And honestly, if someone like Carol had this much power but was this prone to being told what to do… they were also right that it was better for Peter to take the reins instead of someone else such as the government.

Who knew what sort of madness that others might have gotten Carol to sign on for if he hadn’t stepped in? Shit, hadn’t she been mind controlled before even? Better him, he supposed. It’s not something Peter would have ever thought before all of this, but over the past few months, he’d come around to the thinking of all the women in his life. This… this was what he was meant to be doing.

One hand tugs on Carol’s leash, while the other comes around and gives the beautiful submissive blonde exactly what she wants… a harsh spanking, to go along with the powerful dicking that she’s currently receiving as he pounds into her from behind.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Soon enough, Carol’s backside is nice and red from Peter’s assault on it, while her cunt is clenching down incredibly hard around his shaft in yet another orgasm for the umpteenth time in who knew how long. Time ceases to really have any meaning as he fucks the collared blonde doggystyle right there on the floor of the Avengers’ Mansion, with Natasha watching through lidded eyes just a few yards away. In the end, the only real way to judge time isn’t by seconds or minutes but by orgasms. Carol experiences half a dozen climaxes on Peter’s cock, before he finally finishes, pulling out at the last second and covering her from her hair all the way down to her fat ass in a deluge of his seed.

Falling flat on her face, the impossibly powerful superheroine, brought low by Peter’s sheer confidence and massive cock, just lays there and mewls and moans, trembling and twitching away in an insensate manner as she shudders in abject bliss at finally being given a good, proper dicking down by a strong, domineering man.

Of course, it’s into this debacle that the last of the female Avengers Peter had been warned about walks. Stepping into the room, towering over even him, She-Hulk, aka Jennifer Walters, looks at Natasha and then Captain Marvel, before finally going wide-eyed at the sight of Peter’s cock.

“Oh… oh this is one of THOSE stories. Well… fuck.”

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“OOOH! NNNGH! OH FUCK YESSS! INSTANT LOSS ME HARDER YOU B-BIG DICKED BASTARD!”

Peter doesn’t quite know what Jennifer is talking about, but that’s not stopping him from pounding up into her from below as he holds the She-Hulk… in a full-nelson. Yes, she’s taller than him. Hell, she’s even stronger than him with some ramp-up time. However, that last part was what was important.

“If you give her time, She-Hulk can be just as strong as her cousin. Stronger even.”

“After all, Hulks are the strongest there is.”

“However, she doesn’t start out as strong as the Hulk does. In fact… when she’s at base strength and not at all angry? You’re just a little stronger, Peter.”

Obviously, that had been hard for him to believe, but the psychics had assured him it was true. More than that though, he was FASTER. Which was what he’d really relied on, as he’d managed to lift She-Hulk into the air and fold her up like a pretzel before driving her bright green pussy down his big fat cock.

Taking the advice of his girls, Peter hadn’t given Jennifer time to think. He hadn’t stopped to ask her how she was doing, or anything like that. He’d just flipped her around, folded her up… and impaled her upon his shaft. And so far, that seemed to be working wonders. He didn’t know what ‘instant loss’ meant, but he supposed if he had to describe how he’d started their interaction, it sort of qualified.

One thing was for sure, Peter had no intentions of losing here… not to the Avengers anymore than he’s ‘lost’ to the X-Men he’d fucked silly. He was in charge here, and if Natasha, Carol, and Jennifer wanted a piece of Spider-Man, then they’d better get that through their heads right quick. And what better way to drill something into a collective group’s thick skulls then to drill it into their sopping wet, rapidly clenching pussies first?

Bouncing Jennifer on his cock, Peter grunts as he has to set himself like a tree, planting himself in one spot the entire while. He definitely can’t walk like this, not with how large and heavy Jennifer is. He’s barely maintaining his balance as is. Still, that doesn’t stop him from giving it to her hard and fast, extracting orgasm after orgasm from her puffy green pussy lips, and her rapidly tightening cunt walls.

This was the trick to domesticating the She-Hulk, the psychics had all assured him. He just had to overwhelm her with so much pleasure that she couldn’t even FEEL anger or rage over her predicament. And so far? It seemed to be working. It was just like his girls had said. The female Avengers were all suffering from a dry spell, and as the one who broke it… he would command their loyalty from now on.

With a loud roar, Peter spears Jennifer’s folded up green body on his rock hard dick one final time, before proceeding to creampie the She-Hulk with every last drop of seed he has left in his balls for the time being. He cums and cums until there’s nothing left.

Only then does he drop her at his feet, leaving her splayed out on the floor, limbs akimbo every which way. Stepping back, Peter drops back onto the couch where he initially fucked Natasha, taking a moment to himself.

Of course, that doesn’t last long before the red head makes her presence known by crawling over to him and dipping her head down to begin licking at his messy cock. Meanwhile, Carol climbs up onto the other side of the couch on his opposite side to also begin slurping and lapping at his dick like the bitch she is.

And finally, a credit to her kind, Jennifer recovers in barely half a minute, getting on her hands and knees and crawling over to Peter as she sighs and lets his cock slap her bright green face a few times.

“I guess since it’s that kind of thing, we’re your sex slaves now, Master~ You’ll have to take responsibility though!”

Peter blinks, but Natasha and Carol are quick to signal their agreement. The red head moans… while the blonde barks, before offering him her leash. Chuckling lightly, Peter wraps Carol’s leash back around his hand. He runs his other hand through Natasha’s hair and guides her down his length. And finally, he stares Jennifer down through the lens of his face mask until she flushes and diverts her tongue and mouth down to his balls, lowering her head so her face is mostly hidden as she suckles at his nut sack.

Smirking, Peter nods approvingly, even as all three of the beautiful, gorgeous Avengers work together to clean up his cock and balls after he conquered them one by one. Once they’re done… he figures he’ll be ready to go again.