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Scarlet Starlight	By : DarthMeow504 Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Spiderman Views: 35860 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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[Note: I do not own Spider-Woman, the Avengers, or any other characters from either series or the wider Marvel Universe of which they are a part]
Prologue 1: Jessica's Dream

You ever have one of those dreams where you're both lucid and yet locked into the dream's logic at the same time? Part aware, part subsumed? That's where Jessica Drew, the superheroine Avenger known as Spider-Woman, found herself. A landscape of the inner mind, a vista of the subconscious where normal rules did not apply. In her dream, she was able to understand what was happening but also locked into it's scenario, as if part of her was able to sit back and think about what was happening while the rest of her played it out. Her perspective lay both within and outside herself, experiencing it's events and yet also watching from outside herself at the same time.

And those events were rather remarkable.

She was on what could alternately be described as a bed or an altar, it had aspects of both. On a raised dias of stone it sat, soft and draped with silk but firm beneath the layer of softness like an iron fist inside a velvet glove. Spires surrounded it on the four corners, arcs of lightninglike electricity sparking between them and a shifting, swirling sky of dark clouds interspersed with bizarre, ever-shifting eldritch light above. Where the clouds broke outside the area of swirling light, the full moon was crimson when it could be seen and the sky itself a red so deep it was near black and bled through with blazing red stars. She was not bound, there were no barriers blocking her path, and yet she felt she could not leave the altar. An almost magnetic attraction made leaving the stone beneath the silk unthinkable.

More remarkable even than these odd surroundings was the fact that she was naked, and not alone. Odder still was that she was not disturbed, but instead welcoming of the lustful eyes on her, and wanting more on her than just their eyes. And when their hands began touching her, exploring her, mouths and tongues and fingers on her body, in her body... she responded with the full measure of her sexual being. That these were strangers didn't seem to matter, that they didn't even seem identifiable was somehow not objectionable. Spectres of her subconscious, wearing uniforms and yet also naked, as if the markings and identifying aspects of the uniforms were part of their skin itself. Their faces shadowed and their eyes glowing, like some vision from one of those bizarre japanese animated porn videos. Like ghosts of her past, their markings and colors indicative of both SHIELD and HYDRA, agents of HYIELD, anonymous and legion.

It had been a long time since she'd had a man, let alone more than one at once. Her preferences had shifted almost exclusively to women in recent years, and so her lack of objection proved almost as surprising to her as the scene itself. It was mostly Lindsay who had gotten her into situations like this, and it was never comfortable for her. She was always awkward around people, and they were frequently just as bad around her. In those early days, her pheremone powers weren't under her conscious control and she had a tendency to project her emotions through her biochemistry. So her distrust of people and social awkwardness translated to people being as skittish around her as she was of them. A self-reinforcing negative cycle of isolation that left her more comfortable alone, in the quiet shadows like the spider whose genetics were interlaced with her own. Worse, she was socially conditioned to believe in heteronormativity, and thus she pushed herself to be more attracted to males than she naturally was, and responded to attraction to females with viscious denial. These feelings were mirrored in the hapless victims caught in her phermonal web, causing men to lust after her and women to hate and fear her. Mostly, she pushed them all away. People were frightening to her, not so much physically but emotionally. Their scorn and fear mirrored her own broken self-image as a monster in human skin, a spider wearing the guise of a beautiful but deadly human female. Their harsh words and fearful, hateful gaze were like a slow poison inside the soul she was convinced she didn't have.

It was Lindsay who had pulled her out of her shell, and accepted her as a friend. And more. Lindsay was the first touch of human skin she'd known that wasn't meant to hurt or manipulate her. The first time she'd known basic kindness, even if it was usually when the woman-girl was drunk and as vulnerable as she herself. She wasn't the only one broken inside, and where she herself had responded by building a powerful layer of emotional distance and hard-edged tough girl image, pulling inwards and leaving her shell hard and cold, Lindsay had done the opposite. She'd molded herself as the hedonistic social butterfly, indulging in drinking and drugs and partying and sex. Lots and lots of sex. She always called herself an actress, and she lived her own role of happy, airheaded fun girl always out for a good time. It was only alone with Jessica, drunken tears drying on her face, that she really opened up. Two broken souls connecting in their loneliness and pain, sharing affection and drawing strength from one another. It was the first true intimacy she'd ever known, and when it progressed from basic sympathetic affection to awkward but intense sexual expression, she opened herself to it. Lindsay became the only person she let inside her defenses, and it was through Lindsay's touch that she finally connected with her own humanity.

It hadn't ended well. She grew to love Lindsay, but Lindsay couldn't be hers. Lindsay loved her too, she knew it, but could only bring herself to express it in her most vulnerable moments and lubricated by alcohol or drugs. She was hurt and afraid to be hurt more. Attachment was prelude to heartbreak, and so she denied her feelings and pretended they were only friends. That had gone on for years, until Lindsay finally grew up and their friendship stabilized. The last she'd seen her was in Madripoor, after that Black Blade business with Logan, falling in love with a Madripoorian prince who was as enamored of her as she was with his wealth and power and ability to give her a safe, pampered life. Lindsay got herself a fantasy romance worthy of one of her fairy tale softporn films, a prince in love with a common girl and raising her to the level of princess. The actress became the role.

Jessica had never forgotten her touch, though. The scent and taste of her skin, the softness of her moans, the pheremones from the woman's heated center that paled to her own but nonetheless enthralled her. Her first taste of lust and pleasure had been between the thighs of her best friend, and her desires had run towards the female ever since. And so it came as no surprise to her when she pushed away the male member that had been presented to her face, and instead it was replaced by the soft blonde velvet and softly glistening pink of a feminine lover as nakedly uniformed and anonymous as the males. Ah, this was much better. Without reserve she indulged herself in the softly scented cream of woman's passion, seeking the taste of want and pleasure that coated her eager lips and probing tongue. Ever since Lindsay, she found she preferred blondes and this one was as perfect as the fantasy figure she was. Not that she rejected brunettes or redheads, or even more exotically colored women like the blue Kree women she'd seen (and betimes, tasted of) and her friend Jennifer Walters the jade giantess She-Hulk. Nor had she the slightest reservation about desiring the magnificent Ororo Munroe, the woman known as Storm, finding neither her african heritage nor her mutant race the slightest bit objectionable. But still, nothing clicked for her like a blonde. That's why she preferred her friend and lover Greer Nelson in her tawny haired (and stripedly furred!) Tigra form, and why she had been attracted to her current partner Carol Danvers (aka Ms Marvel) from the moment she'd laid eyes on her. And that was why when she fantasized about the soft, pink, moist and fragrant folds of a woman's sex filling her senses, it was always framed by soft blonde hair. Like the fantasy woman she had her face buried in now.

It was always lust for Lindsay and her blonde creamy center that had driven her to participate in the threesomes, foursomes, moresomes and orgies that the starlet had arranged in their San Fransisco home. It was rarely if ever that she felt the filling press of a man inside her without the taste of a woman on her lips and her scent filling her senses. And so it was that she was tasting of the blonde before her when she first felt the tongue and fingers between her legs replaced by the push of a thick shaft splitting her netherlips and penetrating into her feminine depths. She didn't even look to see who it was, she knew it was one of the identical and interchangable male figures that surrounded her. Like the blonde, they were merely figments of her own fantasy, objects of lust brought to the illusion of life in her lust-charged dreamtime. She still wasn't sure why she'd be dreaming of men when she so rarely found them of interest anymore, but right now this felt like what she wanted. So she allowed the male figure behind her to continue to fuck her, and found herself quite enjoying the strong, deep thrusts. She didn't even find herself minding when she felt him shudder and pulse within her, and the jet of warmth spurting up into her. It wasn't like a fantasy or a dream could get her pregnant. And thus, when she felt him withdraw and another take his place, pushing back within her and picking up where the other had left off, she simply rolled with it and went back to savoring the blonde under her tongue.

She fell into a pleasurable pattern of eating the blonde and getting fucked one by one by her male fantasy friends, thinking of little beyond enjoying this odd dream while it lasted, until she was mildly startled by the feeling of pressure against her smaller, tighter other hole. Now that was a problem, she'd never enjoyed that before and she didn't expect to start now. In fact, she found it to be rather a pain in the ass --pun intended-- and she turned to tell the would-be anal intruder to forget it, she didn't play that way. Instead, she felt gentle fingertips on her chin, turning her face back forwards. The blonde female was looking at her with a soft expression, as if saying to trust her. And to her surprise, she did. And before she could think twice about it, the member pressing at her tight little pucker leant into it, and she let out a moan as the head opened her sphincter and slowly pushed into her rectum. It was an even greater surprise to her that this most intimate of penetrations was not painful or even uncomfortable, but instead quite pleasurable. If it had been like this the times she'd tried it before, she would have made a point to do it more often instead of mandating an exit-only policy on her rear orifice.

She'd barely registered this novel fact when she felt hips meet the cheeks of her ass, the invading member seated fully inside her tight clenching back entrance and giving her an amazing sensation of fullness. It almost felt as if he was pushing all the way up into her chest, even though she knew that couldn't even remotely be possible. She could feel the vacuum suction of her insides pulling against his shaft as he drew back, as well as the muscular contractions gripping it tightly, and she wondered how he could even move. As it was it felt as if he'd pull her inside-out, but instead he paused his withdrawl with the head still snug inside her puckered ring and then pushed in once more until again he was buried to the hilt up her tight ass. The breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding escaped her in a hiss of pleasure that soon shifted into an impassioned moan. He seemed to take that as assent, as he began a slow but strong rhythm that worked his pumping shaft inside her with a gentle intensity that drove her wild with pleasure. She couldn't believe how good it felt to be getting buttfucked, and she knew that when he came within her rear channel that she would be joining him.

Indeed, the hot jets of thick fluid pumping deep into her bowels were almost like the flipping of a switch in her, releasing the built up sexual energy in a powerful, all-consuming orgasm that rocked her body with shattering waves of ecstasy. From there, it seemed, all bets were off. The time that followed was almost a blur to her, moments of lucidity interspersed with orgasmic catatonia leading to almost a slideshow montage of experience. Nothing seemed off limits and it was no longer only one at a time. She was taken in almost every concievable position and combination, and her usual inhibition against sucking dick seemed to be as gone as her prohibition against anal fucking. She even went so far as to take two men inside her at once, one in her sex and the other in her ass, something she'd never done or even considered before. And somehow, the double penetration went as smoothly and pleasurably as the first anal had, and she had come instantly the moment the second shaft had pushed into her rear end. The fucking began to blur together for her, powerful pleasure overwhelming her until one orgasm blended into the next and she no longer could hold a coherent thought. Blackness claimed her as she was pushed past the limits of even her dreaming self and her endurance finally failed her, her last sensations being the twin spurts into front and back as she collapsed into blissful oblivion.

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Her first thought upon awakening was that had been quite the dream, but as her waking mind pushed most of the details into the foggy submemory zones to be lost to recollection she didn't think much more of it as she went to the bathroom and then the kitchen to satisfy her body's need for relief and hydration. But as she climbed back into bed to relax her way to full wakefulness, she was startled to find sticky wet on her thigh from the sheet where she lay. Running her hand through the still warm wet spot, she brought it to her nose and confirmed the substance as definitely her own. Sheepishly licking her fingers clean, she marveled at just how intense the dream must have been to get such a... robust... physical reaction from her body. How many years had it been since she had a dream so strong that she'd actually come in her sleep? Probably since before she'd started having sex on at least a semi-regular basis, and she hadn't gone long without since she started sleeping with Carol. So what brought this on? She wasn't sure, but she had to admit she couldn't complain.
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