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A Spider's Web	By : LithiumHobo Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Spiderman Views: 26781 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Spider-Man nor any characters from it. I do not make money from this writing.

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Spider-Man awoke in what seemed like the beginning of a hang-over, but the rhinos slamming against the inside of his skull were inductive of something worse than that. The fuzzy memory was at least similar to the consequences of over drinking, but he hadn’t had more than a beer a week, if he was lucky, in over three years, so that couldn’t be it. His eyes fluttered as they tried to adjust to the light, and thankfully there wasn’t much of it so it didn’t take long for him to be able to open them comfortably. Still too woozy from whatever had put him in the stupor, he couldn’t yet find the strength to lift his head, so all he could do was peer down at his own naked body. Legs spread and apparently bound to a wooden plank to each. Although he couldn’t see them, he could feel the same bindings around his wrists. He tried to work against them, but to no success. At the very most he could only deduce that they were metal. He started to feel a sense of dread as he began to wonder if he was naked, was his mask also gone, and being in a situation he is not familiar with, it may mean he had been captured and revealed. To some relief he could still feel the fabric on his face, so his mask remained, though if it had been removed he wasn’t sure.

The throbbing in his head began to quiet and he could hear outside of his own skull again, and the first noise, really the only noise worth noting at the moment, he heard was that of pleasurable wailing, with a southern drawl tugging at its chords. He began to pick up his head and looked dead ahead at a scene that stunned him even further: three women having mind blowing sex together. One was thrusting her wide hips at the ass of the second girl, who was on elbows and knees with her face buried into the crotch of the third and final woman, who reclined into a wide assortment of pillows, all transpiring on a large and luxurious bed. Candle and moon light were the only sources of illumination in the large dark room with high ceilings, casting an orange glow upon the trio and a blue over cast curtained down from the small windows up above. His vision was still hazy and it was hard to make out who was involved in the realized fantasy, but he could make out some vague hair colors: white, red, and brown.

He licked his lips to remove the dryness on them and began to salivate to remove the dryness in there. He could not yet speak, so all he could do was watch as the women fucked each other raw, each moaning, wailing, and mumbling to the heavens. His vision was starting to improve, which only exacerbated problems with his rising erection from seeing the scene before him better, and while he couldn’t make out the faces just yet, he could see that the girl with brown hair had a streak of white, though it could just be light from one of the many lit candles. However that was all he needed to confirm who at least one of the girls was, and if it was her, then the girl with white hair was identified accurately, and finally the submitting red head was…well he hoped he was wrong.

As he was debating on who the women were, or rather struggling to come to terms with who they were, he unintentionally began to speak, though it was just mumblings at his current state. Though they started out quiet and over shadowed by the women’s screams of pleasure, they began to pick up as they formed more coherent words. As he started to repeat their names over and over, the girls caught wind and froze. Looking to each other, the brunette sighed and pulled herself away from the sex. Her wide hips swayed seductively even as she angrily marched over to Spider-Man. With her up close, he could make out her face perfectly now.

“R-Rogue…” he muttered defiantly of the fact.

“Shhh,” she calmly whispered to him, “It’s not your turn yet, Pete.”

Soon he felt a prick in his neck. She was injecting him with something, something to put him to sleep. He could only hope that the next time he woke up, if he woke up, he would be in a better situation.

***Earlier***

Spider-Man nervously paced through the halls of the flying fortress of S.H.I.E.L.D., wringing his hands as his mind raced with a million thoughts at once, but all concerned the situation with Black Cat, and now Rogue, whom no one had heard from in several days. He wanted to be down in the city below, doing his part to help find Rogue and, hopefully, Black Cat, in hopes to put this whole mess to rest. However, he had been ordered to remain on the ship until further notice. It was Nick Fury’s belief that Rogue’s disappearance was undoubtedly the work of Cat, and most likely meant to draw Spider-Man out as well, and Fury didn’t want to risk losing two heroes in one mission. With his back to the wall, Spidey crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently, staring down at the ground, watching as the soldiers walked by him in the hall. Just as he was about to snap and jump out of the flying ship, the com-link in his ear beeped for his attention.

“Gentlemen, we found her,” said Nick Fury over the communication device, directed to the frequency of those involved with the mission. “Come to the War Room.” Now even more nervous, Spider-Man pushed himself off the metal wall and rushed down the hallway, soon opting to crawl along the ceiling to avoid dealing with the crowds of people going in the opposite direction. As he raced to the War Room, he wondered just who they had found. It had to be either Rogue or Black Cat, but it wasn’t both, that he knew. Finally making it to the War Room, Spider-Man leaped down and entered to find Iron Man, Nick Fury, Reed Richards, and the woman of the hour – Rogue. While Spider-Man was relieved she was back and okay, his heart was still sunk for Black Cat’s condition, no matter what she has done. Still, he breathed a sigh of relief that she at least looked okay and walked into the room, going to join the group as the table, taking his seat between Iron Man and Mr. Fantastic as Fury stood with Rogue across from them.

“We picked up Rogue several minutes ago,” Fury started, his hands behind his back as he went over the details of her recovery. “She was found some 20 miles away from where we lost communication with her three days ago.” Fury continued with the debriefing, going over the boring details of how they found her, where they found her, and what condition they found her in. Spider-Man, as well as Iron Man and Mr. Fantastic, wasn’t listening to a word of it, and instead found himself transfixed on Rogue.

Rogue was dressed how she was when she left the fortress days ago, but her gothic clothing had been torn in all places. While she wore a blanket over her, warming her from the cold of the New York night, she wasn’t pulling it closed around her chest, exposing her full breasts that were now barely covered by a bra and the remnants of a shirt. Apparently still shaken up by the ordeal, her breathing was quick, giving a speedy and steady rise and fall of her daring cleavage. When Spider-Man did manage to drag his eyes up from her pale tits, he caught her eyes staring back at him. Her makeup had become a bit faded, but her green eyes were still just as striking, and they shot out against her pale skin and dark eye shadow and leaped over to Spider-Man. The only reason he didn’t feel embarrassed for being caught staring at her chest was her devious grin playing on her luscious dark lips. Both perplexed and drawn in, he felt his heart beat matching her own now. Breaking the caught gaze was Fury, who gave the floor to Rogue.

Standing, Rogue finally pulled the blanket together, covering up her chest by pinching two ends of the blanket together. Still, her mid drift was nicely shown, and her skirt was now noticed to have also faced battle damage, and her thong panties could clearly be seen rising up along her hips. The faintest sight of the triangle of her panties, too, could be seen over the hem of her ill fitted skirt, her wide hips the only things keeping it from dropping down to the floor. All of their gazes were broken as Rogue spoke to them all in that sexy Southern drawl.

“Black Cat managed to lure me out of the club soon after she approached me,” she started, her tone sounding so ashamed of her failure, so innocent of the truth, and so naïve of all the eyes drawn to her body. “I was unable to make a skin-to-skin contact with her before she knocked me out. She took me somewhere, I’m not sure where because I didn’t get a good look at the surroundings, and I have no idea how I got there since I was unconscious,” she continued with her story, some of it true, most of it false. “Somehow she managed to…deactivate my powers…” That notion got everyone’s attention immediately. While power cancellation was not unheard of, it was something very difficult to come by, and for a person like Rogue, they all knew how impactful such a device must be, assuming it was a device. “She…she…took my clothes off and…” she trailed off, her voice cracking a bit as she worked to win the Academy Award. Fury stopped her and let her take her seat again, not wanting to force her to repeat what they were already assuming.

“We are looking for Cat’s whereabouts still, and now we have a better idea of where she may be hiding,” Fury began to conclude. “Until we have more information, I don’t want you leaving this ship, Rogue,” he said with a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Or you, Spider-Man,” he added with a one eye stare across the table.

“This is insane, Fury!” Spider-Man objected, standing up, but immediately sitting down, remembering the state of his crotch thanks to Rogue. Since he couldn’t stand, he opted for a dramatic slam of his fists down on the table. “I should be down there looking for Cat! I know the city, and Cat, better than anyone here,” he began to reason, “Plus it’s me she wants!”

That last statement garnered a few raised eyebrows, to which Fury had to speak up for. “Why do you think that?”

Spider-Man rubbed the back of his neck, darting his eyes back and forth as he tried to back track. “Well, I just assume, because we know each other and all.”

“No, Spider-Man, there’s something else. That’s twice you’ve freaked out about your relationship with Black Cat and now we need to know why,” Iron Man said with that electronic tone over his voice.

“He’s right,” Reed Richards added. “We have to know everything we can if we’re to catch her.”

“Well, Black Cat and I…sort of…ya know…” he was still too ashamed to find the words, so he made some gestures with his hands to illustrate the action. “And I kind of…rejected her advances afterwards.”

He could tell everyone around the table was rather disgusted. They weren’t appalled by his having sex with Cat, that they were rather proud of, but his apparent using of her. Fury, most of all, seemed disappointed. “That would have been rather helpful to know beforehand, Spider-Man. Now I have reason to take you off of this mission.”

“What?!” Spider-Man yelled, now standing up dramatically.

“You are closer to this than I had originally thought. Not only for what Cat may do to you if she finds you, but also what you may do if you find her. You’re too big of a liability. I’ll radio for a chopper to take you back down to the city. The rest of you, dismissed.”

Spider-Man didn’t get a chance to appeal before Fury left. Furious, Spider-Man stormed out of the room. He didn’t make it far down the hall before someone called out his name to get his attention. Turning around, he saw Rogue bouncing towards him, an emphasis on bouncing. Having caught up with him, he wished he had made it further back before she called out to him.

“I’m sorry, sug, for what happened in there,” she said in her darling accent.

He shook his head and spoke, “It’s not your fault, Rogue. It’s mine. I should have been up front from the beginning…And I also should have been looking for Cat this whole time myself. You didn’t need to get involved,” he apologized, feeling even more guilt now for this situation. “It’s because of me that you were…” he couldn’t find the will to say it, especially if she couldn’t back in the war room. What surprised him was her smile.

“Raped?” she asked, to Spider-Man’s slight freeze from shock. “I wasn’t raped. I made it up.”

Spidey couldn’t believe what he was hearing. She made it sound like it was all a big prank, rather than a defense against the truth. “You…You made it up? Why?”

“Because if they knew I had fucked her brains out willingly, they might not have trusted me,” she said impishly.

As he heard this, he couldn’t believe he was so…alright with it all. Something about her had changed, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. Hell, he couldn’t focus on the thought process to figure out what it was. She seemed so much more attractive now than before. He had just enough strength to keep his eyes on her own, rather than her heavy tits, but that may have been only because her eyes were so gorgeous and enchanting. All he knew was something about her was pulling him in now. He couldn’t resist.

“But then your powers,” he started, before being interrupted.

“Under control, thanks to Cat,” she replied happily. “I’ve never met pussy with such curing properties,” she said playfully. Smirking as she had back in the war room, she stepped up closer to him and reached up to his mask, causing her blanket to fall down from her slender shoulders and expose her barely covered body to him. She found no resistance as she gripped the bottom of his mask, slowly pulling it up but stopping just above his nostrils. With another advance, she pressed herself to him, mashing her pale globes into his costumed chest and pressed her lips firmly to his parted (in shock) lips.

He was both surprised by the kiss and by the fact that he wasn’t being put into a coma, proving she wasn’t lying that she had her powers under control. He knew this was wrong, Cat proved his loyalty to Mary Jane (kind of), and yet he was failing in that success by letting the kiss continue; plus her adventurous tongue wasn’t helping him resist her.

Grabbing him by the collar of his costume, Rogue dragged him forward as she stepped back, taking them out of the hallway by mashing her hand on the button near the door behind her, letting it slide open as she took them both inside. To her luck, no one was in there, and to her planning it was a quarters for soldiers. Once inside and the door closed, she let him up for air as she broke the kiss. Licking her lips as she looked at him, she stroked his chest tenderly, soon nibbling on her lip as she admired his well sculpted muscles.

Recovery from the daze of experiencing such a passionate kiss, he planted his hands on her own to pull them away but, for some reason, didn’t – and instead just held her thin digits. “Rogue, I can’t do this. I…I don’t know what’s going on here but it’s not right,” he pleaded.

“Aw come on now, sug,” she started, already weakening his defenses with that accent, and her voice cracking cutely, which happened when she was excited, “I saw the way you were staring at my girls back in there. Though I can’t blame you for staring. They are big, perky, natural, and warm,” she said, cupping her breasts and massaging them with an arch of her back as she described her chest, “and until recently, the only person who has gotten to enjoy them is me…Well, you’re about to enjoy them as much as I have over the years, sug.” With that, she launched her hands behind his head, pulling his head forward and burying his face into her cleavage, causing her to let out a joyous squeal.

Dumbfounded and aroused, Spidey found himself ear deep in a valley of breasts. Lip quivering, tickling the inside of her breasts, he lost all control and reached up to grab and massage his breasts around his head. His motions were soft and appreciative, and his lips sucked on her tit flesh, leaving a trail of kisses as he looked for a nipple.

Though enjoying his attention, she wanted much more. “You’re the first man to ever touch these forbidden fruits, sug. You can do a bit better than that,” she said down to him as she pulled his face in deeper. Certain he wouldn’t pull away, her hands left his head and went to undo her bra for him, as well as strip away the last of her tattered shirt.

With permission to let loose, Spider-Man feverously mauled at her tits, groping one as he gorged himself on the other, sucking at her tiny brown nipples like a man dying of thirst. Motivated by her adorable squeaks and squeals, he doubled his efforts, losing himself in the aroma of her body as he threw them both to the wall, pressing her back to it as he feasted on her heavy chest.

Delighted, she braced herself against the wall before throwing her legs around his waist, her boots clunking together at his ass as she pulled his entire body against hers now. Her hands dragged along his biceps and muscled back, moaning in utter pleasure. “Oh, sug, you’ve done this before haven’t you? You’re a man who knows how to appreciate such wonderful tits like mine,” she praised.

Drunk on her scent and the taste of her breasts, a hand broke away from her breast to tug down at his pants, freeing his impressive erection before reaching between her pale thighs to move her thong out of the way. Like a beast possessed, he threw himself into her, impaling her with his dick, causing her breath to catch in her throat and her nails to dick into his costume and skin.

Her legs locked tight around his hips as he began to thrust into her, his face still buried in her cleavage. Panting and moaning, she bucked back to meet his thrusts, holding onto him for dear life. Such wild sex was still rather new to her, as well as sex in general, and while she preferred a bit more foreplay, she was discovering, she found nothing wrong with Spidey’s wild appreciation of her body.

He moaned into her chest, growled even, as he neared his climax. Hearing this, Rogue pushed him back and let him slip out of her slit so she could fall to her knees for him. A burst of Spidey spunk launched onto her wet tits, which she cupped underneath to hoist them up more for the coming landing. Separated from her, Spider-Man found some clarity and fell back onto the bed behind him. Still panting, he muttered swears to himself, both from the pleasure of getting to nail an icon of forbidden sexuality among heroes, and realizing that he had slipped in his loyalty to Mary Jane once again.

After having cleaned her chest off, Rogue stood while licking her lips and stepped over to Spider-Man. “Sorry, that wasn’t in the plan, sug, but I just couldn’t resist seeing the extent of this pheromone; not to mention getting to screw my first male super hero.” Seeing him with a face of distress, she pouted and waltzed over after putting her bra back on. “Aww, don’t look so upset, sug. You’ll hurt my feelings,” she teased before pushing him back onto the bed and climbing on top of him. “Besides, you and me are going to have much more fun later, so you better learn to check your guilty conscious at the door,” and with that, she gave a rather sweet kiss to his lips. However the kiss carried another motive than to reassure him, and soon Spidey found himself being drained of his conscious, powers, and mind. His veins rose to push against his skin as Rogue showed her control of her powers, and soon he blacked out.

Having properly knocked him out, Rogue sat up and found some proper clothes in the locker to wear. Dressed, she picked up Spidey and put his weight on her shoulder as she grunted to hold him up. “Jeez, good thing Cat didn’t want me to bring Thor or Hulk. I don’t think I’d be able to drag them around like this,” she said to herself as she started to carry Spider-Man. Careful to move through the ship unnoticed, she managed to get to the helipad without incident. Tossing Spider-Man into the back, the pilot had a few questions for her, but all were answered with a quickie blow job and a promise for more if he kept this to himself. After that they were off, and with Rogue’s new flight plan, they would soon land just outside of Cat’s lair.

Further into the city, and some miles away from the fated Black Cat lair, Mary Jane showered alone tonight, as she had for several nights now. She had come to understand that Peter Parker was always late to their dates and having to leave others prematurely. However, his reasoning was something she couldn’t be mad at him for – he was a hero, after all, and while she knew he was doing great things for the city, she still wanted great things done to her, and as time was going on she was finding herself becoming more selfish for his attention, and this week had been no different. When Fury had come to him during their anniversary love making, she was both excited (being caught in the act like that) and distressed, because she knew he would have to devote himself to the fate of the world. However, she hadn’t counted on him being gone so long and without so much as a phone call.

Mary Jane had developed an appetite for a certain level of intimacy on a daily basis now, and usually her husband was there to sate it with change to spare, but this extended leave of his was testing her loyalty to him, her hand, and the kinds of toys you don’t find with Barbie dolls and LEGOs. Her growing sexual thirst was making it hard to work as a model as well. Being stripped down to barely nothing in front of all those hungry eyes always excited her, but now she was fantasying about acting on those feelings and pouncing even the donut delivery guy. Oh how she had been wanting to throw herself onto him and have him put sprinkles and frosting during her photo shoots.

As thoughts of adultery for the sake of real release raced through her mind, Mary Jane lathered herself up in the shower. Her tanned body was being covered with silky suds, only to be washed away by the pounding warm stream of water that gave way to steam to rise up from her curves and fill the room with her moans of pleasure. A bar of soap in one hand and a breast in the other, MJ washed her clean of any possible germ in existence, taking her time with her curvaceous body. MJ was a gorgeous woman, whose statuesque body was only rivaled by the super heroines that surrounded her husband every day. Her breasts were a humble D cup, not quite up to the level of Black Cat’s and trailing just behind Rogue’s, but she had more than enough legs to make up for that minor short coming. Her tall stalks bent and straightened in a sort of dance as she showered, the white soap melting down the legs to pool around her danty feet for only a moment before being washed down the drain, the bubbles’ final sight being that of her high and firm ass, which featured a tattoo of the Spider-Man spider symbol on her left butt cheek.

Satisfied with her cleaning foreplay, MJ reached up to the shower head and tugged on it, dethatching it from the wall and dragging out its tube that let it keep spraying water on her form. It was such a wonderful little development for the shower, one that gave her such pleasure that she’d leave Peter and marry it if it could cook her breakfast in the morning and make her laugh. She began to direct the nozzle over her body, letting the pounding stream hit every pleasure point and sensitive area on her body that its little radius could cover. The head was slowly dragged over her body, as if she was searching for something that only the shower head could detect. A small skip over her most sensitive of areas and it was dragged down her long legs, forcing her to bend down and inadvertently press her heart shaped ass against the knob that turned on the shower. A squeak emitted from her lips that was at first surprised and then delighted, but she didn’t want to linger and accidently turn the shower off.

The nozzle was directed up the other leg, which she had decided to raise up and set her foot on the edge of the tub, and began to slow to a teasing crawl as it neared her pelvic area. Biting her lip, smirking all the while, MJ teased herself by giving a quick snap of the head to hit her pussy lips with a short spray, knowing what was to come soon enough. Taking a step back and bracing herself against the wall as she cranked up the strength and style of the shower head three more points. Gripping the shower railing, she bit her lip again and then threw her head back in joy as she moved the nozzle into position in front of her waiting vagina. The first burst always felt the best, and it nearly knocked her on her ass as her leg flew forward and toes curled.

“Oh, oh fuck yes,” she uttered as her head dropped to examine what was going on below, looking between her breasts down her flat stomach to the chrome head as it pulsated and sprayed against her velvet folds. “Mmm, oh god yes, oh Peter I wish you were doing this to me right now!” she cried out, wishing she had an extra hand to spare to massage her breasts. “Son of a bitch, yes! Yes, yes, mmm, yes that’s fucking good,” she continued, “fuck, fuck, fuck yes!” As her pleasure increased, her dirty talk began to devolve into purely moans and howls of ecstasy. With a crashing wave stronger than that of the shower head, MJ found her sweet release and dropped the shower head in numbed bliss. Sated, she turned off the water and stepped out after reaching for a towel.

Her body was tried from top to bottom, and after wrapping herself up in the towel she blow dried her long phoenix hair. Finally finished, she exited the bathroom and entered the bedroom immediately after. Her eyes were drawn to the nightgown she laid out for herself but decided against it now. She unwrapped herself from the towel and tossed it over her shoulder back into the bathroom. She walked naked through the room and to the bed, running her hand along the soft covers before slipping herself under them. She snuggled into her usual spot and draped her arm over her phantom husband, wishing he was there to make her night complete. As she longed for Spider-Man’s presence, she looked out over to the window and the moon that peered in to illuminate her. As she examined the moon and the city below, dreaming of her husband’s return, MJ drifted into slumber.

Moments later, outside her window, the curvaceous cat drew in to peer through the window as well, but for her she saw her prey, MJ, sound asleep in her bed, her form draped in a thin satin sheet. A low purr came from Cat as her eyes ran over every curve she could make out. Licking her lips, she turned her mind back to her work and with a sharpened claw she began to trace a circle in the glass. Experienced, she didn’t have any need for a base circle to draw around anymore, and so she easily made a perfect circle. Once the ring was connected, the glass was allowed to be popped out towards her end and set on the ledge. The hole wasn’t too big, but it was enough for Cat to use her grace to slip through.

She moved with pure stealth through the room, her eyes on MJ for the most part but began to put attention on the surroundings. Black Cat felt a bit warm hearted as she stared at the picture of MJ with Peter Parker, although Cat only acknowledged him as Spider-Man. Her survey of the room was interrupted when she heard MJ stir in her bed, giving a slight moan as she shifted under the covers, turning her head away from the window that now let in a little bit of cold air from the streets. Well, Cat felt a bit “guilty” for that and figured she just had to warm her up.

Her hips swayed as she slowly directed herself towards the marriage bed where usually one person she loved slept, and one person whom she hated slept. Her hatred for MJ was only controlled by her evil glee from knowing how this was all going to turn out. As she walked, her symbiote suit began to shift and hide itself away on her body so to expose her pale, voluptuous, form to the moonlight. A purr crept from her lips as she found her way onto the bed and began to crawl over Mrs. Parker’s form. With each hand pulling her forward, she would tug down at the blanket that covered her prey, revealing inch after inch of the woman who Spider-Man figured was better than Black Cat. She licked her lips with hunger as MJ’s pink nipples hardened in the night air that was seeping into the bedroom. Once she had reached her waist, the sheet was swiftly removed to expose the super model entirely to the cat burglar. On all fours, Cat peered over her body, using skilled grace as to not wake the woman too soon. A slight stir in the bed startled her, but she calmed when she saw MJ was just moving her head to the right again, exposing her neck to the vicious villain. Pushed forward by the symbiote’s influence, Cat reached forward and dragged her black finger nail along the most sensitive spots on the woman’s neck.

It’d be so easy, she thought, imagining the blood as it would fountain from her neck like from an over the top gore film. She imagined showering in the drained blood of her only competition for Spider-Man’s heart. Luckily for MJ, Cat had other plans in store for the red head, and didn’t very well want to upset her masterwork. Still, that neck looked so tasty, in fact her whole body did. The plan was to get in, knock her out, and get out with the prize. Still, why not have a bit of fun? Licking her dark lips again, she leaned down to drag her tongue along MJ’s tan neck, stopping just below the ear and then taking the lobe in between her teeth. A curious hand began to slowly drift down the prey’s form, tracing just the finger tips along MJ’s every curve.

Mary Jane began to shift some more, but remained asleep. At best, Black Cat’s pleasurable attention was only stirring MJ’s dreams, leaving her unaware of the dangerous and very horny criminal with her in the bed. Her body was heating up despite the cold air that had invaded her room and her dream was starting to take a more sexual turn. She had been shooting in the arctic, and despite what would be reasonable to wear, she was completely nude. Although MJ had never done a nude photo shoot, her dream persona didn’t seem to think anything of it. The cold air had brought her nipples to an immediate point, and the snow beneath her feet required her to constantly be massaging her own body for warmth. Her breasts, her ass, her legs, her stomach, every limb had to be rubbed to keep her from freezing. Of course, she wasn’t really freezing, but in her dream she figured she must be.

Black Cat continued to survey Mary Jane Watson’s model worth form. Her hands did not pause once as they caressed her, fondled her, and groped her. It didn’t take long for a heat to start to grow in MJ’s hot spot, rising up to meet Black Cat and direct her attention there. Crawling back down, Cat examined the tight purse and smirked, looking back up MJ’s body to make sure she wasn’t waking up. She would proceed, then, to give pussy lips the tiniest and quickest of licks, getting brief tastes as to not wake up her enemy.

Back in her dream, MJ had taken a small five minute break from posing and had the intern bring over some hot cocoa to warm her up. Well distracted by the model’s nude beauty and stumbling through the snow, the shy young man tripped over a hidden twig and launched the contents of the cup right at MJ’s pelvic region. Of course in the real world that would hurt like nothing else, but in dream world it was a minor annoyance and a good reason to bring the young, muscular, and tan boy over to fix the problem. With dominatrix like attitude, Mary Jane called him over.

“You stumbling oaf!” she said in her best authoritarian voice. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

“I’m sorry, miss Watson, I-“ he stammered an apology before being interrupted with MJ’s foot pressing down on his back and sending him back to lie in the snow.

“Do not look at me unless I say you can, scum! Now, you’re going to have to clean up this mess. With your mouth,” she took special joy in adding in that little detail.

With a shameful nod, the young man crawled forward and got up to his knees, putting himself at eye level with Mary Jane’s steaming snatch. Never raising his eyes to her, he dove right in, clutching her by the hips and licking every inch of the area clean. He worked like a cat with his licks, short and sweet and to the point, removing every bit of hot cocoa and every last marshmallow that had stuck to her tight pussy.

Satisfied with the taste test, Black Cat crawled back up the slender body and was surprised that MJ was still fast asleep, and from the looks of her darting eyes, was also dreaming. Straddling her lap, her lust for the woman was starting to be overwritten by her hatred for her. Snarling, the symbiote took over and her hand soon clutching at MJ’s neck, starting to increase the squeeze slowly. Black Cat, for whatever was left of her, managed to overrule the symbiote’s vote for murder and soon released the girl’s neck. To her cough, she gave a smiled and leaned down to kiss it all better, and soon her dark lips were pulled to MJ’s red lips like a magnet. Although hungry for so much more, Cat controlled herself and only gave her lips tiny little kisses, although soon she found herself sucking on the woman’s lower lip and purring as she did. The symbiote then decided if it wasn’t going to get an adrenaline rune from murder, it would get one from sex. It shifted along Black Cat’s body and soon formed what looked like a strap on Cat’s own dripping pussy. Realizing this, Cat mentally gave the symbiote the go ahead and smiled as her hips were pulled into Mary Jane’s, the black cock slowly working its way into her burning heat.

In the snowy dream land, the intern cleaning had taken a turn for the worse as he shot to his feet and began to choke Mary Jane. He was a vampire! Of course, she should have known. Struggling, she couldn’t seem to break free of the undead’s grip, but soon she was free as his hands were pulled away to the sound of twip. Yanked back, the vampire intern landed backwards onto a wooden stake, right through his heart which caused him to burst into ash. Standing in the pile of ash was MJ’s hero – Spider-Man. Cooing, she opened her arms and beckoned the web slinger to her.

Already naked from the mask down, Spider-Men leapt into action and pinned MJ to the tree, lifting his mask to give her a series of tender kisses, all while his dick was being guided into her hot sticky pussy. Hands caressed her as his hips moved slowly to bring his cock in and out of his wife’s velvet folds. Tired of just straight kissing, he lowered his head and cupped and raised her breast to kiss it tenderly, and suck her hard nipple into his mouth to play with it in a way she had never knew he could before.

“Oh, oh that’s so good, oh yes, fuck me harder, Spider-Man” she cooed in her dream, and out loud.

Black Cat heard this and glared daggers at Mary Jane. Angered, she bit down on MJ’s breast, which to her surprised only caused her to emit a louder, more pleasured, moan of Spider-Man’s name. Giving into her symbiote fueled raged, she darted up and chomped down on the model’s neck, hard enough to draw blood enough.

This was certainly enough now to wake up Mary Jane and she did so with a scream of pain. Her dream had ended with Spider-Man revealing that he too was a vampire and had just begun to feast on his wife. With a moment to wake, MJ soon realized the bite was real – everything was real, well to an extent. Seeing the pale woman on her, biting into her neck and still with a foreign object in her pussy, she thrashed against the woman.

Having tasted the blood, Cat was oddly calmed from it and smirked as the woman beneath her tried to break free of Cat’s mouth, hands, and alien penis. She threw her a bone and stopped licking up the blood that trickled from the small puncture she had made and unsealed her lips from her neck. Still MJ protested, shouting obscenities and calling for help. Sadly, MJ had gotten those extra thick walls so she wouldn’t wake the neighbors with her cries of passion, being a screamer and all. Black Cat knew it would just be a matter of time, however, before she submitted. To speed up the process, she cupped one of her own breasts and planted it over the struggling model’s mouth, forcing her to breath in with her nose.

As she was forced to inhale through her nostrils, Mary Jane felt a sense of peace and comfort with the situation. The scent Black Cat gave off was enchanting, and it lulled her into a sense of ease. Her eyes grew heavy and her lips pulled up as her thrashing stopped. She didn’t stop moving entirely, however, as soon her legs lifted up to wrap around Black Cat’s wonderfully shaped ass and pull her back in, encouraging her to resume what she had been doing.

Now without the restriction of needing to be extra soft and quiet, Cat threw herself into the game, thrusting more vigorously now to force MJ to emit more obscenities and cries of passion. She could see why Spider-Man would have picked her to be his wife, but she still couldn’t figure out why she was seen as a better candidate than herself. Still, this puzzling question did not keep Cat from fucking MJ without mercy, which the model found to be just delightful.

After some time, the two of them were met with their own orgasms, rocking their bodies together as they trembled from the aftershock. Mary Jane couldn’t figure out what was going on, it was all like, well, a dream. It was like she was on some kind of drug that made everything that shouldn’t be right, right. That would be a good reason to explain why she was now following Black Cat out into the city through her own window, butt naked.

Cat was pleased; it all went according to plan. She had acquired her target and now she just had to hope Rogue had bagged Spider-Man. She was a bit upset, still, that she had to send her to seduce Spider-Man and not be able to go herself, but it was just easier this way. As she ran home with her prey securely hanging onto her back, Cat looked up at the S.H.I.E.L.D. helicopter over head. Somehow she knew who was on board and didn’t feel an ounce of fear because of it.
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