Penny Parker: Spider Reborn

Logan eased out of her gently, both of them still panting. He pulled a spare blanket from a nearby shelf—oil-stained but clean enough—and draped it over her trembling body, tucking it around her shoulders with surprising care. His hand lingered a second on her cheek, thumb brushing away a tear.

“Stay put,” he murmured, voice still rough. “I’ll get ’em.”

He stepped away, grabbing his phone from the workbench. A quick text, maybe a low growl into the receiver—she couldn’t quite hear over her own ragged breathing. Less than two minutes later, footsteps echoed down the hall.

The garage lights flickered brighter.

Footsteps. Multiple.

She stayed curled under the blanket, heart pounding, thighs still slick. Logan moved back to her side, one hand resting protectively on her shoulder as the side door banged open.

Jean Grey stepped through first—red hair catching the bulbs—followed by Storm, white cape billowing, and Gambit, card glowing faintly between his fingers.

They stopped dead.

The air thickened with her pheromones; Jean’s shields wavered visibly. Storm’s eyes darkened, lightning crackling faintly along her fingertips. Gambit inhaled sharply, accent thickening. “Mon Dieu… dat’s one hell of a scent, chère.”

Logan bared teeth. “Back off. She ain’t in control.”

Jean’s gaze locked on her—blanket clutched tight, flushed skin peeking out, desperate eyes. “Logan… what did you do?”

“Nothin’ she didn’t beg for,” he said roughly. “Doc Ock gas. Turned her into this. Heat won’t quit. One round helped. Barely.”

She pushed up on shaky arms, blanket slipping a little. “I—I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to broadcast. Just… need it to stop. Please.”

Storm stepped forward slowly, voice soft but edged with raw reaction. “Your mind is screaming. Desire so loud it drowns everything.”

Jean reached out telepathically, brushing her thoughts like cool silk. She shuddered. “You’re burning alive,” Jean murmured. “We can feel it through the mansion. The younger ones are restless. We came to contain it… but containment might not be enough.”

Gambit chuckled, dark and hungry. “Contain? Non. Dat fire needs feedin’.”

Logan shot him a warning look. “She decides.”

Her breath came short. The brief relief from Logan had only sharpened the ache. Emptiness clawed—front, back, mouth. More. Needed more.

She looked between them—Logan’s strength, Jean’s intensity, Storm’s power, Gambit’s danger—and something snapped.

“I don’t want to decide anymore,” she whispered. “Just… take it away. All of it. Please.”

Jean’s eyes flickered with sympathy—and hunger. “Then let us help.”

They moved as one.

Logan lifted her again, laying her back on the workbench, legs spread. Jean knelt at her head, fingers threading through her hair.

“Open,” Jean said softly.

She did. Jean kissed her—slow, deep, tongue mapping her mouth while Logan returned between her thighs, fingers spreading her, cock pushing back in slowly.

Storm cupped her breasts, thumbs circling nipples until they ached. She leaned down, sucking one—gentle then harder, teeth grazing. A moan vibrated into Jean’s kiss, hips bucking to meet Logan’s thrusts.

Gambit trailed a low-energy card down her stomach, kinetic buzz dancing over her clit. She jolted, walls clenching.

“Like dat, petite?” he teased.

“Yes—fuck—more—”

Jean broke the kiss, shifting to straddle her chest. She lowered until her core pressed to her mouth—wet, warm. She licked instinctively, sucking Jean’s clit while Jean rocked gently.

Logan’s pace picked up, slamming deeper. Storm’s hand joined his thrusts—two fingers alongside his cock, stretching further.

The overload hit like a storm.

She came first—shattering, screaming into Jean. Jean followed, grinding down with a soft cry. Logan roared, spilling deep. Storm pinched nipples hard, drawing aftershocks.

They didn’t stop.

Gambit took Logan’s place—curved perfectly, hitting new spots. Storm’s tongue flicked her clit while Gambit fucked her, then fingers found her ass—slick, scissoring.

“Relax, darling,” Storm whispered. “Let us fill you everywhere.”

She nodded frantically. Gambit repositioned; Storm guided him into her ass—stretch burning then blooming into pleasure. Logan returned to her pussy, double-penetrating in synchronized rhythm.

Jean kissed her through it, swallowing whimpers.

They filled her completely—no empty space. Hands everywhere: Storm on breasts, Jean in hair, Logan bruising thighs, Gambit on hips.

The final climax built like thunder.

When it broke, she screamed—raw, euphoric. Body locked on both cocks, milking them. Jean came against her lips. The men followed, flooding her.

Silence except for ragged breathing.

The inferno quieted—banked low enough for thought.

They eased her down gently. Blankets appeared from somewhere. Jean stroked her hair. Logan kissed her temple.

“Better?” he asked gruffly.

She nodded, voice hoarse. “For now… yeah. Thank you.”

Jean’s expression was soft but serious. “This isn’t a cure. The gas is still in your system. We bought time—maybe days. But we need the counter-agent.”

She closed her eyes. “I know where to start. Stark has the missing compound. Ock’s notes confirmed it.”

Logan grunted. “Then we go get it. Together.”

She managed a weak smile. “Team field trip?”

Gambit chuckled. “Only if we keep de view.”

Storm swatted his arm lightly, eyes warm.

The heat simmered beneath her skin—a promise it would return.

But she didn’t feel alone in the fire anymore..