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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: Due to another review that pointed out a minor oversight in my plotting I will be restructuring the story a bit from my initial outline (can't thank the person, they didn't leave a name). Also, Thank you to my loyal reviewers for your praise and constructive suggestions.
Final note, for those that may not have noticed, I will be using things (here and there) from Brand New Day, Big Time but this will be my own Spidey-Verse.
Chapter 4: Awakenings

It was late at night but it this fact did not deter Peter Parker, the Spectacular Spider-Man as he swung through the night sky with a purpose. A force the likes of which he'd never felt before was drawing him somewhere for some unknown reason. Without warning his spider-sense went off but for once it was not indicating danger. Landing on the outer wall of a hospital, Peter clutched his head until the pain subsided. Feeling compelled to look into the window next to him his gaze fell upon a very beautiful blonde haired woman sleeping in a hospital bed. As Peter gazed upon her features he could not fight the feeling that she looked very familiar. Peter looked at her for only a few more moments before he felt some mystic for urging him to go to her. Prying the window open, Peter crept into the blonde haired woman's private room. He quietly padded across the tile floor and listened to the sound of the patients EKG and the wind blowing the curtains about. Peter stopped at the patient's bedside and took a moment to closely study the sexy blonde before him.
The patient had long blonde hair that fell bellow her shoulders and her bangs stopped just above her large breasts. He guessed based on their size that she was at least a 36C, not the largest he’d ever seen but it suited her frame. Peter noted that the rather unflattering hospital gown strained against the blonde's amble bosom and Peter felt himself getting hard just looking at her. The woman had a creamy, yet at times almost pale complexion. Without another thought Peter drew back the plain sheet of her hospital bed and lifted the striking woman up into his arms. With a quick tug he disconnected the cables attached to her and when the alarm went off Peter leapt from his spot on the floor out of the open window. He quickly snagged the wall once he was clear of the window frame with his free hand and propped himself against the concrete. Holding the object of his desires in his left arm, Peter used his free arm to close the window and then leapt from the hospital wall and shot a web line out from his right web shooter while clutching the blonde close to him with his left arm. By the time the nurse on duty entered the room to see what was wrong with the occupant Peter was long gone with none the wiser as to who had taken the patient.
Traveling with another person can be a bit difficult, especially if they are dead weight, but Peter finally managed to get her back to his home. It was a modest apartment that he had recently acquired but it suited his purposes... for now at least. Peter lowered the still slumbering female to his bed and made her as comfortable as possible. He covered her in his sheets and a thick blanket to warm her up from the cold New York air, and then left the room to go clean up. After taking a shower and storing his costume, Peter exited the bathroom and made his way to his bed.
Drawing back the sheet he took in the exquisite body lying before him. Unable to control himself any longer, Peter gave into his baser instincts, grasped the neck of her hospital gown and ripped it open. His eyes seemed to glaze over as he discarded the hospital garment and mounted the comatose woman. Grasped a breast in each hand, Peter began fondling them as he ground his stiff prick against her wet slit. Molding his body against the woman beneath him, Peter lowered his mouth to her right tit and began sucking on it as if he expected her to express milk. His lips were clamped on her areola while he began pinching the left one with the fingers of his other hand.
Peter unmounted the blonde, rolled her on to her side and took up a spooning position behind her. Peter's left hand grasped his soon to be mate’s left breast and began kneading it again. Moving his right hand under her immobile form, Peter ran it along her flawless skin from the valley of her breasts, down the blonde's torso, along her abdomen, and finally came to rest on the blonde's vagina. Peter's fingers began dancing up and down the lips of her pussy and he could feel her body begin to respond to Peter's ministrations. Peter leaned forward and placing his nose against the woman’s neck, took a deep whiff of her. He memorized her sexually excited scent before he ran his tongue from her right ear, down the side of her neck. He attached his lips to her neck and began to kiss, lick and suck on her neck flesh earning him a shudder followed by goose bumps forming on her skin. Having had enough foreplay, Peter lifted her left leg, lined his cock up with her now wet slit, and thrust his hips forward impaling the sexy woman on his love tool.
Charlotte Witter had been in a coma for a long time. Prior to becoming a super-villain Charlotte had been a world famous model. During her time in the limelight she was courted by many men but never took any of them seriously, or allowed any relationship to get serious for that matter. Charlotte was all about power, and as one of the top models in the game she wielded considerable power. Then one day Doctor Otto Octavius offered her a chance for real power. Power the likes of which she had never dreamt of. Charlotte took it without a second thought. Once she had mastered her new abilities she set out to take the powers of the other Spider-Women, until Mattie Franklin succeeded in stripping Charlotte of all the Spider-Women powers. It seemed Mattie's mystic origin trumped Charlotte's scientific origin. Her life was one catatonic day after another until now. Her body was turned over to her Grandmother who initially placed her in her home but circumstances would cause Charlotte to be moved from one location to another for various reasons.
It wasn't until the moment this very moment, the moment she was impaled on the magnificent tool parting her nether lips that she awoke.
Peter watched as life came back to the blonde sheathing his rock hard shaft. Charlotte's eyes flew open and a moan escaped her dry throat. To say Charlotte was surprised to find herself naked in a strange bed, with a strange man, and a cock filling her pussy like it had never been filled before, would be an understatement to say the least. All of her senses kicked in as she moaned for her unknown lover to hear. Charlotte relished the feeling of her mystery lover’s cock pistoning in and out of her. His callused hand as it massaged her left breast. Her head felt light as her lover teased her clit with his other hand. The feeling of her lover’s very large cock sawing in and out of her pussy had her on edge while her partner's soft yet firm lips licked and kissed her neck with love the likes of which she had never known.
“Ohhhhh god.” Charlotte cried out as she felt herself approaching orgasm.
Peter grunted and then came within his lover earning him a large moan of appreciation. Despite being comatose for over a year, she felt strangely invigorated. Her body was on fire, sexual fire that is. It seemed strong again, and yet she could not figure out why. It was at that moment that she disregarded everything that had occurred prior to her rebirth.
Charlotte removed herself from her lover's embrace, rolled him onto his back and re-impaled herself on his still hard member. Peter groaned as the inner walls of her pussy gripped his hard cock and tried to milk more sperm from him. Charlotte's eyes were focused on her lover’s stern, yet loving face and she leaned forward to kiss her savior.
There really was no other word for him.
He had rescued her from her enchanted slumber, and now for the first time in a very long time, Charlotte Witter felt alive.
Peter's hands came up and grasped the large swaying tits and massaged them as Charlotte rode him for all he was worth. Her hands came down on his chest and she leaned over and kissed the strange man beneath her. There lips stayed locked until they separated, the need for air overrided their passion. After the pair made love for an hour Peter thrust up and climaxed inside Charlotte's love canal again. The blonde fell forward and landed with a soft thud on Peter's chest. The pair finally managed to catch their breath when Charlotte whispered something into Peter's ear.
Peter Parker shot out of bed like he was on fire. Sticking to the ceiling of his apartment, he began looking around the room and found himself in a very different room than the one he had just envisioned. His bed was empty, which was both very relieving yet also disappointing for Peter. As soon as Peter's hormones leveled off he noticed that the very vivid and sexual dream that he had just had and left their mark on his boxers.
He couldn't remember the last time that he had such a vivid dream. He swore he could almost smell Charlotte's sexual aroma. Peter climbed out of bed and proceeded to remove his soiled boxers. Without even looking, he tossed the shorts into the laundry hamper and made his way for the bathroom. Climbing into the shower, Peter turned on the cool water to rinse off and lower his body temperature. Standing under the spray, Peter couldn’t help but feel something was wrong... very wrong.
Why would he think of Charlotte Witter at all? Sure she was attractive but the whole trying to kill him thing negated a lot of that beauty.
No... there must be another reason why he had such a vivid dream about her. Peter decided that he would have to pay a visit to Avengers Tower and look into Charlotte's last known whereabouts... first thing in the morning that is.
Peter than returned to his bed, drew back the sheet and attempted to fall back asleep.

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In the abandoned warehouse that until recently housed the body of a cryogenically frozen man, a lone figure dressed from head to toe in black vents his frustrations. His gloved fists slam into the ground and crack the re-enforced concrete at his feet. His cries fill the open space as he hefts large chuck on shattered rock and tosses them about the empty room. The crashes that follow echo into the night and the support struts finally give way and the building crashes to the ground. Only after the dust has settled does the mask figure rip through the once sturdy roof growling for all to hear.
His instincts are driving him insane. They brought him here, he knew that she had been here recently but with all of the spider-women running about New York city he was having a difficult time honing in on one.
After growling and roaring for what seemed like ages the large figure finally managed to gain some control of his emotions. He knew the one he was seeking was out there, and he would find her.
Thus far he has attempted to mate twice and both times neither was the one he sought. The first was a mere vigilante that used the spider's name, but was not one of them. The second was enhanced, but not a true spider either. No, the burning desire within him was driving him to some one specific.
Closing his eyes, the tall figure stood still and attempted to find the individual that would sate his desire. When his eyes opened he knew exactly where she was. Leaping from the rubble, the large figure raced as fast as he could before leaping up and catching the wall of a nearby apartment complex. The figure quickly ascended the wall and pulled himself up to the roof. The masked man then ran to the ledge and jumped to the next rooftop and so on as he made his way to the woman he sought.

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In a modest apartment complex three miles from Peter Parker's apartment two very naked figures were resting in bed covered only by a red silk sheet. Charlotte Witter was entwined with the man who had saved her and made her feel more alive than any super power ever had. Charlotte ran her left index finger down his defined chest, memorizing his physique as she placed several kisses across his pecks.
Her lover smiled at the intimate gesture and he combed her bangs from her face before pulling her up to him and kissing her with a fiery passion.
“I don't know who you are, or how you found me... and I know this sounds a little cliche-ish but I feel like I've known you all my life.” Charlotte informed the man entwined with her.
“I know. I feel the same way. We're mated now... I don't know how I know this, just... instinct I guess.”
“I'm Charlotte, Charlotte Witter.”
“Parker... Kaine Parker.” The black haired version of Peter Parker replied before claiming his mate’s mouth. Rolling her onto her back, Kaine parted Charlotte’s legs and proceeded to initiate another bout of lovemaking.
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