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Chapter List
- 1-Advent of Midnight: Eros Chapter
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“Advent of Midnight”
Eros Chapter: “Hell Between Her Thighs”
Disclaimer: The Spectacular Spider-Man belongs to Marvel Comics, Marvel Studios, Disney, and Sony. Darkstalkers belongs to Capcom. I make no money whatsoever from the use of either property or their related characters in this story. It’s only for my own amusement.
Author’s note: A few reviewers of “Advent of Midnight” requested that I write a Spider-Man/Morrigan/Lilith threesome. Fortunately for them, I was mulling the possibility of doing so for a while before they asked, and now it seems I can’t resist anymore. I most sincerely hope you enjoy this.
Recap, in Peter Parker’s POV:
It was just an ordinary day of going to school, doing homework, and doing my part to protect good old New York from the scum of the earth. Then, I met her . . . her being Lilith Aensland, she of the red leather, lavender hair, and persistent attempts at seducing me, which kinda freaked me out. No, scratch that, it freaked me out a lot.
I go out as Spider-Man to catch my breath. I get the shit beaten out of me by this roided-up Dracula rip-off, and he freaking bites me in the neck . . . right after he’s somehow turned me into a girl. It wore off, thank God, but I had this freaky hickey on my neck, and to make things worse, I ran into Venom! Brock reunited with the symbiote by tricking me into checking up on it while he was following me, and now he was out there trying to ruin my rep!
Last straw . . . came pretty close to killing him, but I don’t think it was all me. No, it was like there was something inside of me, twisting in my veins, urging me to kill him, to tear him apart, to bathe in his blood like some psycho. I stopped myself, thank God . . . but that was it. I passed out, and now . . . now I’m awake. It’s really soft, wherever I am, almost like a cloud. Question is, where am I? And what do they want with me?
“Finally awake, I see,” a sultry voice purred.
“It’s really good to see you up, Peter,” another female voice, younger and perkier, added.
“Lilith?” Peter managed to rasp out, sitting up straighter so that he could get a good look at her. It was Lilith all right, but dressed in a skimpy white latex nurse uniform that barely reached her thighs. Beside her was a woman who could have been Lilith’s older sister, only her hair was much longer and colored turquoise green, matching her eyes. The woman was dressed in an even skimpier white latex nurse uniform, which clung tightly to her voluptuous figure.
“Mm, let me take your temperature,” the woman purred, leaning over Peter in such a way that their foreheads were touching, which made the young superhero blush. “Oh, you’re very warm . . .” She placed her hand on his chest, which Peter just noticed was utterly devoid of covering. “And your heart’s beating quite strongly. You’re a very healthy young man, Mr. Parker.”
“Ok, enough of the slutty nurse routine,” Peter snapped, putting on his best brave face despite the helpless condition he was in. “Who are you and what do you want with me?”
“Silly boy, there’s no reason to be scared,” the woman purred. “My name is Morrigan Aensland. I’m Lilith’s older sister, and we’ve taken a shine to you.”
“A shine?” Peter repeated. “What shine?”
“Watching you in that tight costume while you swing and jump and flip and leap around the city . . . It’s quite breathtaking, if I do say so myself,” Morrigan remarked seductively. “You have a lot of talent and potential, Peter Parker. It’s something I would hate to see go to waste.”
“What do you want with me?” Peter repeated his earlier question.
“Usually people don’t ask that,” Lilith remarked. “But you’re something else, something special . . . I’ve felt it ever since I first saw you. Like love at first sight.”
“You’re in love with me?” Peter uttered, completely stunned. Never had he heard a girl speak so boldly toward him, and the young man was admittedly flustered, given that it was only in the last several months that he had begun to receive female attention of that sort. He stood firm, though, for certain qualifiers of “stand,” and stared her down, brown meeting red. “Wait, how do I know you’re not just messing with me because you want something?”
“Well, we do want something . . .” Lilith admitted with an innocent yet sultry smile. “But nothing you can’t give.”
Peter turned to Morrigan. “Were you the one who put the whammy on that sniper who was after me before?”
“Yes,” Morrigan admitted. “Couldn’t have you dying just yet.”
“Well, I came pretty damn close anyway,” Peter snapped. “This roided-up Dracula wannabe took a bite out of me and I’ve been feeling weird ever since.”
“And you haven’t turned yet? That’s quite astonishing,” Morrigan remarked calmly.
“Turned? You mean he really was a vampire?” Peter asked.
“And my ex-lover,” Morrigan admitted. “Unfortunately, our rivalry over leadership of Makai did away with whatever shreds of amicability our relationship once had, although he still desires me as his queen . . . or concubine . . . not like it makes a difference to him, so long as he has me. He must have heard that I was turning my attentions toward you and gotten jealous. He’s never been the kind to let go easily.”
“So your ex-boyfriend took a bite out of me . . . hey, wait . . .” Before Peter could say what was on his mind, Morrigan cut him off.
“The change isn’t instantaneous like you might have been led to believe,” Morrigan explained. “Bram Stoker had one thing right; it’s a slow conversion. Your own altered DNA is likely to prolong the process, and that’s why you’ve been feeling at odds with yourself.”
“So what happens?”
“We fuck.”
“Wait, we what?!” Peter exclaimed in shock.
“You heard me. I’m a succubus. So is Lilith. The shorthand version is that we’re demons who nourish ourselves on sexual energy, but what many don’t know is that we can also recycle that energy into our lovers, if we so choose, to heal them.”
“You ever hear that song ‘Sexual Healing’?” Lilith piped up. “It’s like that, only literal.”
“Wait a second, you’re basically saying that if I don’t want to become some bloodthirsty vampire, I have to have sex with you?” Peter conjectured, still shocked out of his wits.
“Well, you don’t want to become a vampire, do you?” Lilith asked. “And it’ll be even worse if you become a ghoul.”
“A ghoul?” Peter echoed.
“That’s what we call those unlucky few who don’t turn completely,” Morrigan explained. “They’re little more than frothing berserkers that will kill anything and anyone that crosses their path, and you don’t want that to happen, do you? Hero like you, it’d be the worst thing in the world to kill everyone you wanted so badly to protect.”
Peter glared at Morrigan. “You think it’s funny?”
“Hmm, you’re a little quicker to anger than I thought you’d be,” Morrigan commented coolly.
“Can’t help it if you’re so infuriating,” Peter snarled quietly.
“But you still want me, don’t you?” Morrigan purred into his ear.
“Aww, don’t be like that, Petey,” Lilith whined. “We can make you feel really good, if you’ll let us.”
“Do I even have a choice in the matter?” Peter asked bitterly.
“You could always say no, but then you’d have to risk spending the rest of your life – which would be very short if I have anything to say about it – as an un-living mockery of everything you were,” Morrigan remarked.
“So no choice . . .” Peter murmured. He could say no, he wanted desperately to say no, find his costume, and get the hell away from these two demons in the shape of beautiful women. That wouldn’t solve his problem, though; Venom was still out there, and whatever it was that had gotten into him thanks to that vampire wouldn’t rest until it made Peter kill his former best friend and turn on everyone else later.
Interrupting his dark musings was a very warm weight settling down on his lap, and his head was tilted up so he could look at Lilith, who was straddling him now. The skirt of her latex nurse uniform had ridden up, given that it was too tight to wear so easily with her legs spread. He could see that she was completely shaven down there, leaving him to guess whether or not her lavender hair was natural. His face flushed red as he looked back at her.
“Don’t worry,” she purred. “You’ll enjoy it.”
And then she kissed him.
His senses were on fire from the moment their lips met. The taste of her, the scent of her, the feel of her skin and the latex of her uniform pressing against his chest, and the sound of her heartbeat . . . it all came into inhumanly sharp focus, and he felt like he was going to die. His gasp of surprise (and arousal?) was Lilith’s opening, and she ruthlessly exploited it, sliding her tongue into his mouth and exploring inside. Helplessly, Peter clung to Lilith’s shoulders, the only thing on his mind not drowning in the sea of intense sexual heat that crashed down on his senses.
Morrigan smiled wickedly as she saw Lilith stake her claim for the first time. The sexual electricity emanating from them set her own body aflame, and she slowly rolled her nipples in her fingers through the latex covering her breast. Soft moans and gasps issued from her mouth, as much a sign of her own arousal as a ploy to ignite the passions of the young couple on her bed – especially the innocent about to be deflowered.
Steeling himself as much as he could manage, Peter began to kiss Lilith back, his own tongue probing against hers with the clumsy eagerness of a first-timer. To spur him further, Lilith began to grind her naked mound against his hardened length still concealed by the covers over his lower body. Peter let out another soft gasp, and arched up against Lilith, kissing her more urgently as she slipped her hand under the covers and fondled his cock through the skintight material of his costume pants.
Lilith broke the kiss to smile at him, impressed by how long he was holding out. An ordinary boy would have long since climaxed, but Peter . . . was no ordinary boy in the slightest. He was extraordinary, and for that, she had to have him. “You want more?” she whispered sweetly.
It took everything Peter had not to scream his answer, as his eyes darkened with passion. “Yes.”
Lilith pulled back as her seductive nurse’s uniform melted away in a flurry of ethereal bats that left her completely naked. She lay on the bed, spread out and utterly exposed to her lover’s hungry eyes, perky nipples standing at attention as she awaited his attentions. “Then take me,” she urged him.
Peter set himself upon her, kissing her again with the utmost passion and need as one of his hands trailed down to one small breast, gently rubbing the creamy skin surrounding her nipple. Lilith moaned into the kiss as she returned it just as eagerly as he was giving it to her. He was new at this, but he was willing to give everything he had to please her, and that was something she liked, she reflected as she wrapped one arm around his shoulders, her fingers stroking the nape of his neck.
As Peter and Lilith made out, Peter half-naked and Lilith completely so, Morrigan stroked herself watching them. It was quite arousing to watch such an innocent, noble boy give in to his passions, finally stop holding back what he felt inside and shake off his inhibitions, just lose himself to those primal instincts. And if he was enjoying himself so much without penetrating Lilith just yet, Morrigan could only imagine how much pleasure he would be engulfed in when she had her turn with him. The thought of it nearly made her climax on the spot, but she held herself back; the plan was to time her orgasm with Lilith’s, so the dual feedback from their link would enhance their pleasure.
Lilith’s hands found their way to Peter’s hips, and she tugged down on his costume pants. “I want you naked, too. Besides, you’re going to make quite an embarrassing stain in these.”
Peter allowed Lilith to pull off his costume pants and the lower piece of thermal underwear he’d been wearing beneath them, leaving him gloriously naked above her, much to his embarrassment. Lilith just smirked at him. “I like what I see.”
“Uh, yeah . . .” Peter stammered. “Same to you.”
“Don’t be so embarrassed,” Lilith encouraged. “Unless you want me on top for this. Either way, we both get what we need.”
Like a bolt from the blue, Peter pinned Lilith to the bed, his need – and maybe something else – making him bolder. “We both get what we need?” he whispered huskily, making Lilith arch against him with desire.
“Take me now.”
Peter made sure he and Lilith were properly aligned, with a little help from Lilith herself, he had to admit . . . and then he slowly entered her, only to stop once his head was inside her. He gasped, trying to recover himself so he wouldn’t blow it completely, but the feeling of her was almost too much. Biting his tongue so the pain would take the edge off, Peter was surprised to taste his own blood . . . and even more surprised when Lilith kissed him eagerly, while pulling on his hips to force him all the way inside her.
That nearly made him come on the spot, and if not for how well his self-control had held out so far . . . He had to admit, he wasn’t prepared for this to feel so good! The walls of her sex gripped his member tightly, squeezing and caressing it almost as though they’d been made for each other, as silly and romance novel-cliché he found that thought. It didn’t help matters much that Lilith’s fingertips were grazing his sides, hips, and lower back, stoking his passions further with just that slight touch.
Your first time with a girl? Morrigan’s voice came in Peter’s thoughts. I should mention it’s not just her you’re making love to; everything she feels, I feel, too . . . so make it good, spider. I want your deflowering to be worth something, and so does she.
A rush of arousal ran through the young superhero, like fire in his veins as he slowly withdrew from inside Lilith until it was just the head of his cock inside her. Taking a deep breath to steel himself, Peter thrust back in as hard as he felt he could manage without hurting her. That was another reason he’d never gotten that close to a girl before. Sure, he was embarrassed as hell whenever a girl would get close to him, but there was also the factor of being careful not to kill everyone he interacted with by way of a careless touch.
He felt Lilith shudder underneath him, hoping it was one of pleasure instead of pain, though he looked at her briefly to make sure. “You all right?” he asked.
“Silly spider,” Lilith whispered. “I’m better than all right. But I’d be even better if you stopped holding back. I’m a succubus, remember? I won’t break like a fragile human if you give me your all.” She stroked his arm tenderly with her index finger. “So what do you say? Care to give me the pounding I’ve been asking for?”
Peter resisted the urge to laugh, but talking dirty worked for a reason, namely that it was a good buster of psychological barriers, as he found when his arousal spiked once again. He decided to play along. “You want me, my dirty little minx?” he hissed in her ear, slightly self-conscious but suppressing it in favor of bravado just like he did when he was Spider-Man confronting Electro, or the Vulture, or Rhino, or Sandman, or any of the rest of his rogues’ gallery. His lips curled into a slow, surprisingly sensual smile. “You have me.”
He pulled back once, and then thrust back into her again with all the strength he could muster, unleashing an unearthly cry of pleasure from Lilith that simultaneously terrified and aroused him. “Do that again,” she half-begged, half-demanded. “Now.”
“As the lady wishes,” Peter whispered, the line half-remembered from a romance novel he’d secretly “borrowed” from Aunt May out of sheer curiosity when he was younger, and repeated his previous action with slightly more force than before. Again, an unearthly pleasured cry escaped from Lilith’s open mouth.
“Like that . . .” she moaned softly. “Please . . .”
Peter thrust harder into Lilith, his inhibitions summarily reduced to ashes in the heat of his passion. As of this moment, nothing mattered except him and her, not even the luscious green-haired succubus writhing nearby pleasuring herself to the two of them. Speaking of writhing succubi, Lilith eagerly pushed her hips up against Peter’s to entice him further. Peter responded eagerly, his thrusts picking up in both speed and force, much to his lover’s delight as her nails raked his back.
Across from them, Morrigan’s fingers pumped harder into her hungry sex, loud, keening moans escaping her luscious lips as she sped toward completion. Lilith’s pleasure bled faster into her own senses, and the psychic feedback ensured that Lilith was feeling exactly what Morrigan felt, which created an endless loop of redoubled ecstasy. Neither succubus was very far from an orgasm, and Lilith wanted to make sure Peter’s wasn’t so long in coming, either.
Lilith wrapped her shapely legs around Peter’s waist, holding him close to her as she leaned up to whisper in his ear. “Come for me . . . I can’t wait anymore . . . I need it . . .”
Her sensual voice, her lips brushing against his ear, her plea . . . it was all too much for even Peter’s determined endurance, and with one last hard thrust inside Lilith, he climaxed. Lilith cooed softly into his ear as her molten sex clamped tightly on his hardness, signaling her own orgasm. The two young (or young-looking, in Lilith’s case) lovers held each other for dear life as pleasure overwhelmed their senses completely.
When Peter was able to think semi-clearly again, he heard soft moans that didn’t belong to Lilith or him. Turning to look over his shoulder, he saw a masturbating Morrigan moaning softly from utter satisfaction. Her legs were spread to expose her shaven, glistening sex with her juices flowing from it in small but thick rivulets down her shapely thighs.
Peter had felt drained after his very first orgasm, but seeing Morrigan indulging in self-love like that got his blood flowing to his cock again. Lilith giggled softly. “Sis really likes putting on a show,” she remarked, before letting out a soft, breathy moan from feeling Peter’s member harden again inside her. “I’ve never seen somebody do that before.”
“I’m a freak, remember?” Peter quipped.
Morrigan straightened up from her self-love session, having finally ridden out her dual orgasms, and strode over to Peter and Lilith with a sultry smirk on her face. “Was it as good for you as it was for us?”
“Yeah . . .” Peter admitted bashfully.
“Still so shy?” Morrigan wondered, cutely placing her finger on her chin just below her lips. “We’ll have to do something about that.”
“It’s my first time,” Peter remarked dryly. “Did you expect me to turn into freaking Casanova all of a sudden?”
“Do you always default to sarcasm whenever you get embarrassed?” Morrigan asked.
“You’re the one who admitted to stalking me whenever I go out as Spider-Man,” Peter rejoined. “Shouldn’t you know?”
Morrigan chortled merrily. “Oh, I am going to have such a good time with you. Most of my lovers are completely incoherent after I’m done with them. You . . . I’m going to enjoy finding out where your limits are.”
Lilith shifted their positions so that Peter was now lying on the bed with her on top of him. She slowly pulled away from him, just enough to separate their united sexes, a soft moan escaping her lips. “So much . . .” she whispered sensually. “Were you holding all that back just for me?”
Peter blushed as Lilith began to leave a trail of kisses down his lean torso, stopping only when she reached his crotch. All the while, Peter was shivering with anticipation and desire, desire that only increased when Lilith engulfed the tip of his cock with her mouth, swirling and sliding her tongue around and over it. Peter clenched the bed sheets tightly, attempting to hold onto some measure of control. He’d heard that the first orgasm a man had was supposed to take the edge off and make it easier for him to hold on for more “fun time” later, but apparently that was so much bullshit.
Oh, get off it, Pete, a voice sounding suspiciously similar to his, but with a raspier, harder edge, commented internally. They’re sexual vampires, for crying out loud. You think human rules apply anymore?
Before Peter could interrogate his inner voice, he felt the vibrations of a moan on his aroused member and noticed that Lilith had taken about half of it into her mouth. As for the reason she was moaning, a look past Lilith showed him Morrigan kneeling behind the younger succubus, presumably giving her oral. If Peter had had any real mental clarity, he would have been freaked out by the incestuous connection between the two succubi, but at this point it just turned him on even more. Something about taboos, he’d later speculate, but for now he was trying his best not to explode inside Lilith’s succulent mouth.
Behind Lilith, Morrigan lapped up the mixture of her sister’s and their new lover’s juices from the young succubus’s sex, delighting in Lilith’s squirming and moaning as a result of her tender attentions. You taste so good, Lilith . . . especially now that you’ve had a man inside you for the first time. . . .
Thank you, sister . . . Lilith whispered telepathically, as her mouth was fully occupied by Peter’s member, her moans vibrating around it as she sucked on it. I can’t believe he’s not grabbing my head and forcing me to take it all. More of her own unique juices began to flow from her sex and into her older sister’s mouth. But that wouldn’t be so bad . . . come on, Peter, get a little bad for me. You can do it.
Interestingly enough, Peter’s death grip on the bed sheets was precisely to avoid what Lilith wanted him to do to her. He was a gentleman, through and through, and there were some things his sense of reserve – so long as he wasn’t in costume – wouldn’t let him do. Chief among them right now was forcing himself into a girl’s mouth, even if that girl was really a sensual succubus who lived off men’s spent sexual vigor.
Morrigan flicked her tongue against her younger sister’s clit, causing her to squirm and wiggle and push her round backside against the elder succubus’s face. “So that’s how you want it,” Morrigan mumbled amusedly, and did a long swipe of her tongue that extended from Lilith’s clit, across the divide just beneath her sex, and all the way to her rosebud. That resulted in a surprisingly deep moan from Lilith, the vibrations of which completely engulfed Peter’s member in her mouth and nearly made the young superhero climax.
In a desperate attempt to retain control, one of Peter’s hands found its way into Lilith’s short lavender hair, gripping her scalp tightly. Lilith merely murmured her approval, although it wasn’t audible as anything more than a soft hum. Her pleasure spiked when Morrigan started to tongue her rosebud while keeping a firm grip on Lilith’s cheeks, which she’d spread to get better access to that dark pink, almost brown, orifice.
Lilith’s moans while sucking on his member proved a little much for Peter, to say the least, and on sudden impulse he pushed more of it into her mouth while pushing down on her head. Lilith moaned even louder than before while running her hands up and down Peter’s hips and thighs. Come for me, Peter . . . she silently encouraged. Come for me.
With a gasping, almost choking moan, Peter climaxed for the second time, pouring his seed inside Lilith’s warm, waiting mouth. For her part, Lilith eagerly gulped it down, savoring the feel of the salty liquid flowing into her mouth and down her throat. Combined with Morrigan tonguing her ass, this was enough to set off Lilith’s own orgasm, with her older sister eagerly lapping up the younger succubus’s orgasmic juices.
Once Peter stopped coming, Lilith pulled her mouth off his semi-soft cock and turned just in time for Morrigan to capture her lips in a fiery kiss. Lilith kissed back eagerly, sharing the taste of Peter’s come with the elder succubus as Morrigan shared the taste of Lilith’s own juices with her. It soon got to the point where Morrigan had Lilith pinned on the bed while they made out. As they kissed, Lilith slid one of her hands down to cup her older sister’s overflowing sex and push two of her fingers inside, eliciting a husky moan from Morrigan.
Peter had just been about to go utterly flaccid before the sister succubi began to engage in their intense make-out session. As he watched them make out, he took the opportunity to look at them more closely. Lilith might not have been as blessed up top as Morrigan, but she more than made up for that with the luscious contours of her hips and backside. Morrigan was blessed in just about every respect, with a bust that could have put the Black Cat to shame, a toned stomach, a slim waist that curved out into tantalizingly full hips complemented by a round derriere that tapered into strong yet shapely legs. At the moment, those gorgeous legs were on either side of Lilith’s waist.
I’m starting to feel like a third wheel, Peter silently groused.
“Aw, don’t be afraid to join in, Petey,” Lilith teased, breaking the kiss with Morrigan.
“You can come over . . .” Morrigan purred seductively as she turned to look at him. “I want a taste of you, too.”
Before the young superhero could make up his mind, Morrigan had pounced on him and was now kissing him passionately. If his first kiss with Lilith had set his senses aflame, this kiss with Morrigan was enough to reduce his psyche to ashes in a near-overload of pleasure. He could make out the taste of his own come and Lilith’s juices in her mouth, but that was virtually the only coherent thought he had.
Morrigan took advantage of Peter’s momentary paralysis to slide her tongue into his mouth, just as Lilith had done to him before. She went a little further than that, though, gently gripping his cock with one elegant hand and wrapping her graceful fingers around the length of it. She began to pump him, as Peter almost instinctively thrust into the warm slickness of her hand, moaning into the kiss as his rational mind drifted away in a sea of ecstasy.
A soft moan of disappointment escaped from Peter’s lips as Morrigan broke their kiss. She moved to kiss his neck, sucking on his skin hard enough to leave red marks that he’d have to conceal under a high collar. All the while, her hand continued to skillfully pump his cock, her thumb rubbing the dribbling pre-cum into the almost-purple head.
Morrigan made a trail of kisses down Peter’s chest and stomach like Lilith had done before, stopping when she reached his now painfully erect member. She teasingly flicked the head of it with her tongue, making Peter arch reflexively into her hand, gasping with need. Not feeling like torturing him much longer, Morrigan engulfed the tip of his member with her mouth and slowly sucked him in inch by gloriously excruciatingly inch.
Peter was so distracted by Morrigan’s expert fellatio that he almost didn’t notice the shadow hovering over him. A closer look revealed that it was none other than Lilith straddling his face, her glistening sex almost consuming his vision. Almost instinctively understanding what she wanted – and the scent of her was rather intoxicating, to be sure – Peter swept his tongue over Lilith’s sex, at which point his willpower ran its course.
Morrigan gulped down his come, moaning softly to excite the young superhero. As she looked up at him, she saw him breathing heavily, as though he’d just tasted something extremely spicy. If her mouth wasn’t otherwise occupied, she would have smirked at Lilith, who was making a good show of innocence. “I didn’t know one taste of me would do him in that badly,” she remarked.
Morrigan chuckled softly, and the vibrations caused Peter’s sensitive member to harden once again. She pulled her mouth off him and smiled. “At least you’ve gotten it out of the way.”
Lilith would have made a remark, but whatever she was going to say was cut off by a moan as Peter took another experimental swipe at her sex with his tongue. The next thing she knew, Peter had gotten a firm grip on her hips, assisted by his adhesive powers, and pulled her down to lick her more vigorously. Lilith let out a sound somewhere between a giggle and a moan.
“Sixty-nine? I guess we can do that.”
Morrigan smirked. “Just remember to save some for me.”
Lilith giggled softly before practically swallowing Peter’s member, letting out a low moan as Peter took a particularly slow and sensual lick of her sex. She slowly pulled back until she only had the tip in her mouth, softly sucking it while Morrigan engulfed the shaft with her breasts. Lilith would have pouted in jealousy that she couldn’t do that with her own considerably smaller bosom, if her mouth hadn’t been otherwise occupied.
Enjoying this, spider? Morrigan asked. Silly question. I know you are.
If Peter wasn’t utterly consumed by the taste of Lilith and the feel of Morrigan’s breasts surrounding his shaft, he would have come up with a witty response. As it was, he was not in the proper condition for his usual quality of repartee, and the majority of his brainpower was going into just holding on for dear life. Of course, he was holding onto the cheeks of Lilith’s ass, his fingers digging into her firm, creamy flesh as his tongue plundered her innermost walls, the taste of her driving him close to the edge with desire.
He almost didn’t notice Lilith removing her mouth from his sex, but he certainly noticed when he felt something warm and moist enclose his cock, squeezing it almost like a vise. A pleasured groan escaped his mouth, only to be muffled by Lilith’s sex, which made the lavender-haired succubus writhe ecstatically over him. She ground her mound and ass into the young superhero’s face, squeezing his head with her thighs all the while to keep him in place.
Peter was about to protest that she could kill a man doing that, but his protest died in his mouth when he felt Morrigan slowly retreat from him until only the head of his member was inside her. He took the deepest breath he could manage while still pleasuring Lilith, only for it to be completely sucked out when Morrigan forcefully lowered herself upon him again, a deep, husky moan escaping her lips. He attempted to call her name, but as his mouth was occupied by Lilith’s sex, he didn’t manage to do much but mumble, the vibrations of which made Lilith squirm astride his head.
Lilith leaned forward, her hands roaming over the expanse of Peter’s bare flesh when they made contact with Morrigan’s hands. She looked up at her older sister, who was almost completely absorbed in the sensations from Peter’s member inside her, and leaned closer. Morrigan captured her younger sister’s lips in a fierce kiss, clasping Lilith’s hands to hold her in place as Peter pleasured them both.
“Oh, sis . . . I think . . . I’m gonna . . .”
“Then go ahead. I’m sure he’ll love it as much as I do.”
With a siren-like keen of pleasure, Lilith climaxed, her juices spilling out onto Peter’s mouth as Peter valiantly struggled to catch them all with his tongue. Lilith squirmed softly astride Peter’s head as she rode out her orgasm, Peter’s oral attention prolonging the sensations somewhat for her. With a contented sigh, Lilith rolled off Peter’s face, smiling up at Morrigan.
“All yours, sister . . .”
Morrigan smirked as she saw Peter’s stupefied expression. “You’re very cute when you’re confused,” she whispered. “All that innocence melting away . . . it really turns me on.” At the sound of Peter’s soft chuckle, Morrigan leaned closer. “Is something amusing to you?”
“Innocent, huh?” Peter murmured. “That how you get your jollies?”
“What can I say?” Morrigan answered unrepentantly. “I enjoy defiling innocents.”
“Then how about I ‘defile’ you a little?” Peter challenged, a sexy smirk forming on his face.
“I’d like to see you try.”
The next thing Morrigan knew, Peter had gripped her by her sensual hips and thrust up into her with all the force he could muster, eliciting a deep groan from the lime-haired succubus. Morrigan grinned saucily at Peter and thrust back down to meet him as he thrust up into her again. “Oh, I think you’ll be worth my while after all . . .” she purred.
Peter straightened up as much as he could, just enough to capture Morrigan’s lips for a searing kiss. Morrigan kissed back eagerly, enjoying her teenage lover’s newfound assertiveness as she ran her fingers through his hair. Peter’s hands weren’t idle, either, moving up and down Morrigan’s hips and sides and across the small of her back. Their lower bodies hadn’t stopped, either, colliding repeatedly with the kind of force that could have shattered a mortal’s pelvis.
One of Peter’s hands found its way to Morrigan’s breast, his thumb rolling around the hard nipple while his other four fingers kept busy with the rest of her breast. Morrigan groaned softly into their kiss, her tongue aggressively probing Peter’s mouth while Peter’s tongue responded as though they were jousting. His other hand slid down Morrigan’s side and moved around her hip to cup one deliciously full cheek.
It’s amazing what you can do when you’re not so shy, now isn’t it? Morrigan remarked, scratching his back with her nails. Peter hissed softly, but gripped her ass more tightly and kissed her even harder. So a little pain turns you on?
A little pain isn’t enough to stop me, Peter retorted. Not when it comes to what I want.
And you want me right now?
Yes.
In a burst of speed, Peter had Morrigan pinned to the bed, holding her hands above her head as he thrust into her. Morrigan responded by wrapping her legs around his waist, her heels digging into his lower back to urge him on. “Like that, Peter . . . like that . . .” Morrigan moaned as Peter began to kiss and suck on her neck, hard enough to leave purple-red marks on her creamy skin. Soon enough, his kisses moved from her neck to her collarbone to her cleavage, Morrigan writhing beneath him euphorically as he thrust harder inside her.
It was Lilith’s turn to masturbate to the scene of her sister and the young superhero making unbridled love, and she was enjoying the sight a lot, if her keens and mewls as her fingers pumped inside her squishing, hungry sex were anything to go by. Her other hand wasn’t lying idle, though, as she brought it up to her breast and began to tweak her nipple with her fingers.
“Come for me, spider . . . come for me,” Morrigan whispered as she kissed Peter’s neck, just before biting into it.
With a final thrust inside her, Peter gasped out Morrigan’s name as he climaxed. Morrigan moaned huskily as she felt his orgasm inside her, his climax almost coinciding with her own as her juices coated Peter’s groin. He let go of her wrists, freeing her to run her hands up and down his back as she straightened up, pushing him more upright as well. Peter panted heavily, not sure he wanted to go on and not sure he wanted to stop, his head swimming in the pleasure Morrigan had given him.
“Your sweat tastes delicious,” she whispered.
“Y’know, I don’t know whether to be flattered or scared by that,” Peter responded in between heavy breaths as he slowly withdrew from her. To his surprise, Lilith scampered onto the bed, gently pushing the elder succubus down so she could lick her clean of Peter’s ejaculate.
“Mm, yummy,” the petite succubus intoned seductively.
Peter felt himself harden again when he heard her say that, and her round, perky butt high in the air like that while she was orally cleaning out her sister did not help matters any. I’m going to die, he thought. That’s it, my own goddamn horniness is gonna kill me. He found it in himself to snicker lightly. That’s going to be the big headline in The Bugle: “Queens Youth Found Dead Amidst Sexual Emissions,” with a nice little subtitle about my secret life as Spider-Man to be a real kick in the teeth. Aunt May will be so appalled.
Morrigan moaned softly. “At least take comfort that you died a death so many would envy you for.”
Peter was about to protest, but then he got a look at Lilith’s wiggling rump, as if she was doing it on purpose. “Fuck it,” he muttered.
“No, fuck me . . .” Lilith started to retort, but it came out as a deep moan when Peter thrust into her from behind, resuming the contest of sexual athletics once again. She pushed back hard against him, her bubble-like derriere rocking against his hips. “Yeah, do it to me like that!”
Peter smirked as he gripped her hips tightly. “That’s the plan . . .”
End Notes: Yeah, I figured it was getting a little too long. Hope you enjoyed it despite the long-windedness of it all. If you’re wondering where the title came from, it’s from a line in Puscifer’s song “Rev 22:20” from one of the Underworld soundtracks. I see that song applied to all sorts of dangerously alluring femmes in AMVs, including Morrigan herself, so I figured I’d reference that song in the title.
Also, if you’re wondering why Peter managed to last so long, chalk it up to superhuman stamina and his own willpower, which is rather impressive when you consider that he was doing it with two succubi instead of one. Then there’s the line about “sexual healing,” which is also what was going on, so having demonic sexual energy cycled into his system would also explain it nicely.
Anyway, I’m not going to waste much more time explaining. I did my best to make it accessible to those of you who might not have read “Advent of Midnight” over on FF.Net, but I suppose you’re more in it for the sex than anything else. In that, I sincerely hope I delivered, and you’re free to tell me what you think, even if it’s scathing criticism. I haven’t written a lemon in well over a year, so I might be off my game a little. Feel free to tell me if I am, and I’ll do my best to work on it.
Until next time, true believers! Excelsior!
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