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Spider-Man: Instincts	By : credfield75 Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Spiderman Views: 40922 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-Man (comics, animations, movies, etc) or any of his supporting cast. Disney/Marvel do. I do not make any money from this story.

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AN: This story does not follow current events but does take place during after Brand New Day. Events of the Grimm Hunt never happen.

Chapter 1: The Return
Peter Parker, the amazing Spider-Man, was currently swings through the dark skyline of Manhattan at a gingerly pace. As he surveyed the area he couldn’t help but think the night has been very quiet thus far. In fact it was so quiet that Peter was a tad worried what was about to go wrong in his life. In his experience when things went good for him it was only a few moments before they took a turn for the worse. After perching on a gargoyle for several minutes with nothing setting off his spider-sense Peter dove head first off the building and launched a web-line sending him back up until it was time to shoot the next line.
On a nice night like tonight Peter thoroughly enjoyed just being able to swing through the city for the sheer enjoyment of it. It was a rare occasion when this occurred so he was determined to make the most of it. Peter cut his current web-line and grasping a flagpole spun around in an acrobatic manner until he was upright in a crouched position. As he sat perched on the pole Peter suddenly felt very cold. It was not a warning from his enhanced sense, but more of a feeling of impending dread. Deciding not to tempt fate any longer Peter launched himself forward and continued on his patrol route.
Little did Spider-Man realize but a figure garbed in black stood atop a nearby tall building. His long brown hair blew in his face but despite this, the figures hidden eyes watched as Spider-Man swung away from him. With fists clenched the figure thought long and hard about his next move. The figure in the shadows knew that he could strike Spider-Man right now with the greatest of ease. It would be very simple to rip out a piece of concrete and lob it at Parker. As he did not set of Peter’s spider-sense the hero would never know what hit him until after it was too late.
“No.” The figure said aloud. An unseen attack like that, while quick and final would be just that. If and when he should decide to move against Parker he would want him to see it coming so that he could savor his end.
The figure started to move like he was about to chase after Parker when he suddenly found he could not move. Rage suddenly took over the figure as his body began to move in the opposite direction he intended to. Jaw clenched shut, the figure growls in rage and frustration as he moves to a large high rise. Squatting down the dark figure leaps from his previous spot and attaches himself to the metal wall of the high rise complex. Climbing the cold metal, he nears the top of the complex. His body pulls him up and he lands deftly on the balcony of the penthouse. Step by step he moves until he is through the midnight blue curtains.
“Welcome.” a rather alluring female voice announces as she enters the room. Adriana Soria, the woman known to some as the Queen entered the room and sat down on her lavish couch. She was adorned in a very sheer black chemise. Eyes focused on the large figure, Ana smiled at her latest find.
“Please…” the female gestured to the man, “have a seat.”
Releasing her control of him, Adriana watched as the figured considered his next action. As a telepath she knew what he was thinking and the actions he was considering. She also knew that she could easily force him to his death if he tried anything rash, a fact she implanted in his head for him to consider.
“My name is Adriana Soria. But I am also known as, the Queen.” Ana stated mater-of-factually.
The large figure decided to sit across from ‘The Queen’ and see what he was doing here.
“May I offer you something to drink… Kaine?” Soria asked.
While he did not visually acknowledge her comment Kaine was seething with rage. This woman had forced him here against his will by unknown means, and knew his identity despite him never having met her before. In his entire existence Kaine had only resided in New York for very short periods of time and kept his existence known only to a select few. He had long ago discarded his costume and there were no pictures of him without it. As he sat before this rather alluring woman Kaine couldn’t help but feel humiliation for the first time in his life.
“You need not feel ashamed Kaine… I have the ability to mentally control spiders. As a spider man, your life is simply an open book to me.” Soria informed Kaine.
“What do you want?” Kaine states in a somber tone.
Adriana gave Kaine a sultry smile as she slowly moved her legs off the semi-circular couch. She stood slowly and allowed the housecoat she was wearing to fall to the ground. Kaine realized for the first time in minutes that he was not in her thrall and yet he had no desire to attack her.
Soria closed the distance between them and sat down in Kaine’s lap. Licking her lips in a seductive manner she looked directly into his eyes. She ran her fingers across the scars from the degeneration factor that marked him as a flawed clone. Kaine sucked in his breath at the intimate gesture as Soria did not recoil at their coarseness.
“Your pain helps define who you are.” Soria stated. “I look at you and see only the man you can be, not the man whose life was made a tragedy. Together… together we can change the world.” Soria stated. “I don’t know if you will survive what is about to happen to you. I know you have a high pain threshold but we will see if you are worthy.”
Before Kaine could inquire what she was talking about Soria captured Kaine’s lips in a kiss. His eyes flare open and using all of his considerable strength forces Soria from his lap. Kaine touches his lips as his hands begin to shake. He convulses and falls from the chair to the floor.
Soria watches as Kaine begins to transform into a giant spider before her eyes. His transformation occurs much quicker than Spider-Man’s. Rising to her feet, Adriana retrieves her housecoat and walks from the room. Minutes later she returns in formal wear and looks at the large arachnid before her.
“I’m sorry Kaine; I really thought that you would be the perfect mate for me. Despite your scars, I sensed something special in you.” Adriana then leaves giving orders to one of her drones to dispose of the spider and clean up the mess.
Spider-Kaine lay still, almost lifeless as his transformation neared the final phases. Despite how terrifying his visage now appeared, one would almost feel pity for him. The pain that wracked his now mutated body was like none he ever felt. If spiders had tear ducts one would think he was crying. The spider emits a screech and then collapses. It shimmers for a few moments and then is very still. For many moments the room is very still and it takes some time before a cracking sound comes from the back end of the spider. The tail end moves just a bit, and then a few moments later it moves quite a bit…
Finally the spider is ripped apart and out climbs a naked, but extremely healthy Kaine Parker. Falling to the ground Kaine takes a moment to take in his surroundings. As he rises for the first time in his new form he knows he is different, he just doesn’t know why. Kaine quickly makes his way to the bathroom and sees a face he has not seen for some time. Yes, it is the face of Peter Parker but this time, his eyes are not gazing at his gene brother. No, they are gazing into a mirror at his own reflection. Despite the fact that he is covered in blood and goo Kaine is physically perfect. No scars, no pain… he feels like he did before the degeneration factor kicked in.
Knowing he doesn’t have much time, Kaine quickly turns on the shower, not waiting for the water to warm up, and cleans himself off. When he is done Kaine exits the bathroom, rips the curtains off from the room and fashions a makeshift outfit and mask. Jumping from the high rise window of the hotel, his instincts take over and he launches webbing from his wrists. Organic webbing spray from his wrists and upon latching onto a nearby structure Kaine swings through the sky like his gene brother… like Peter. Kaine never went out web slinging before his degeneration factor kicked in, nor did he fashion webbing of his own. He now understands why Peter and Ben did this. The sensation of feeling the wind rushed against you was exhilarating.
Needing supplies, Kaine changes course and eventually lands upon the roof of a local department store. Ripping off the grate, Kaine climbs into the air duct and makes his way into the store. When he finds the clothing department, Kaine carefully lowers himself down via web-line. Grabbing a duffel bag, Kaine begins loaded it with predominantly black clothes. Realizing he can’t run around New York in his makeshift clothes, Kaine dons a pair of cargo pants, a midnight blue long sleeve shirt, a pair of black gloves, a black duster and a pair of combat boots. He was about to leave when he saw something that caught his eyes. A mask, a rather simplistic thing, but one that looked very similar to the one Peter wore as Spider-Man. Kaine removes the mask from the mannequin head and places it over his face. For the first time ever he realized that the mask hid who he really was, and not the disfigurement that had plagued him his entire existence. The sounds of police sirens signaled to Kaine that it was time to leave. Jumping back up into the air ducts that let him in, Kaine quickly departed into the night.

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Adriana Soria was upset to say the least. The second spider man in her grasp and he failed to enter her thrall once again. Based on the information she had acquired on Kaine, despite his degeneration factor he would have been a superior thrall, for a time. She was driving by a section of town she had never gone by before when she felt something… something very familiar.
“STOP THE CAR!!!” Soria ordered in a very loud and excited tone.
The car screeched to a halt and Soria quickly exited the back of her Lincoln Town Car. She ordered her staff to stay and marched into the rather rickety old building. Using her telekinesis Adriana forces the door from its hinges. When the dust clears Soria walks into the dank and musty abandoned factory. She uses her psionic abilities to turn on the vent fans and activate the electricity in the facility. When the air was more breathable she entered the main floor and began looking around. She felt the presence but could not hone in on it.
“I can fell you.” Soria said aloud. Her voice echoed through the room but no one responded. Still Soria was quite sure that the presence she felt was very close and very much alive but could not find any trace of his whereabouts. Still, there were others that she sensed that could be of use to her. Using her ability to command insects, Soria commanded the hundreds of insects to lead her to the person that was residing here. The insects, complied and formed a line that led Soria to the back wall. Soria then watched as the insects formed an outline around a seem that had previously been invisible to the naked eye. Running her hand over the square revealed a secret panel in the wall and after discerning the information she needed from the insects at her command she entered the security code needed to access the secret facility.
As soon as the last digit was entered Soria was alerted to the sound of hydraulics and turned just in time to see the center of the floor split apart to reveal a staircase to an underground lair. As she descended the stairs Soria learned all about the safeguards form her minions and within five minutes had entered the secret lair of a man who had created this wondrous place. The insects informed her who she was dealing with and Ana made a note that this individual, who was as bad as they came, would be dealt with as soon as she had control of the man she was searching for.
Entering the security code, Ana watched as the last security door opened and the cryogenically frozen body of a pristine young man lay before her. Instantly smitten with him, Ana began the process of waking him up. Going over the notes on the screen before her, she smiled upon finding out that his memory had been altered to make him very susceptible to suggestion. Half an hour later the man who until recently had been having a very bizarre dream found himself in bed. When his eyes focused they were met by the very alluring blue eyes of a naked Adriana Soria.
The figure said nothing, he just looked at the sexy brunette before sitting up and capturing her lips with his own. Soria moaned into the kiss and then squealed when her mate’s left hand took hold of her magnificently formed ass and pulled her into the covers with him. Flipping the Queen to her back, she squealed some more as her agile lover parted her legs and mounted her in one quick thrust.
“Oh god…” she moaned as his engorged cock split her already damp pussy lips and began sawing in and out of her body in a rapid pace.
Ana shut her eyes tightly and relished the feel of his body joined to hers. She could feel her 34C breasts bouncing up and down between their bodies as her mate, not missing a thrust, moved Soria’s legs over his shoulders and began pounding her love canal.
“Yes… yes…” Soria moaned and it was not long before she and her lover climaxed.
Ana had never been taken like that before, nor had she ever climaxed so soon after being penetrated. She chalked it up to her lover’s enthusiasm, length and girth. She took pride in the fact that she did not have to use her mutagenic enzyme on him, that the implanted thought that she was his mate was all that was required for him to love her as a lover should be loved.
Ana rolled onto her stomach and was about to summon one of her minions when she gasped in surprise. Her lover, still hard despite coming inside of her once, was mounting her from behind. She hissed as his cock once again stretched her vaginal lips and when his hips met her ass he began pounding into her. Ana freely let out her moans of pleasure as her lover’s hips smacked against her backside. Never had she had a lover so blessed, or so skilled. His hands cupped her tits and he began to play with them while placing kisses on her left should and up the side of her neck and face.
Soria was taken aback at the love being administered to her and relished the attention. She quivered as every long powerful stroke from his magnificent cock filled her. She let him know that he was pleasuring her like no other both vocally and physically when she placed her hands over his and had him pinch her stiff nipples. She had large nipples and areola and the pressure on her bits was driving her insane.
Her male lover was grinning from ear to ear as he could feel her pussy secrete more juices implying that he was pleasing her greatly. He pulled Ana up right just as he thrust hard into her pussy while pinching her sensitive nipples.
“Ahhhh, ahhh, ahhh…” Soria cried out. The regal queen was putty in her mate’s hands and the man knew it. She thought about asserting control over him to put him in his place but her higher brain functions were not following said orders. She was in such a euphoric state that if her lover knew what she had done he could kill her right now and she would be powerless to stop him. Fortunately she was not able to use her telepathy so she could not broadcast this information to him.
After the lovers climaxed again Ana was spent. Her lover must have been in stasis for quite awhile has he unloaded two very large loads of seamen into her. Ana nestled into her lovers embrace as she thought just how she was going to make this new situation work in her favor. She knew that there was a good chance that several of her more strong willed slaves were free due to her lapse in controlling them. However her recent discovery more than made up for this. Besides, most of them were local so reacquiring them would be relatively easy.
No… she knew what she wanted, and she would use her new power-base and mate to ensure that she succeeded this time. And no one would stop them.

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A lone figure sitting in the dark begins turning over a set of tarot cards. Tapping the first card she states, “The brothers will unite once more.”
Looking at the next she says, “Dear friends will become enemies.”
And gazing at the finale she whispers to no one in particular, “The spiders will suffer greatly before the end.”
Madame Web had sensed a change in the air earlier this eve. The cards have never lied to her before, and she knew that after today, a great many changes were in store of Peter Parker.
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