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Ending At Beginnings
🕑 Added 2019-12-20 22:00:00 +0000 UTC
“I’m going to hate myself for this in the morning,” Felicia moaned, her voice trembling and a little hoarse from all the screaming.
“What makes you think we’re going to be done by morning?” Spider-Man asked her. Coming over her naked body, running a quick hand down her face and over the prodigious breasts that defined her form, he drove his hardness into Felicia’s cunt.
It’d been barely a minute since he’d climaxed in her, filling her with his cum, and his stiff cock drove a sizable portion of his seed back out of Felicia’s sex. She cooed, a little pained, but mostly thrilled by his stamina. The mere fact that she was so weary and unprepared after one round meant either that she was getting old or she was out of practice, wasted on merely decent lovers who couldn’t live up to Spider’s standards. She chose to believe the latter.
Still wearing her gloves, Felicia drove their claws into his ribs—a catty gesture meant only to hold him still. Peter groaned as he acquiesced. His mask was pulled up to his nose and she could see his lips quirk unhappily as he put a hold on his lust.
“I mean it,” Felicia said firmly, though she grinned as she tightened on his member, getting a slightly agonized moan out of him. “I told you I wasn’t just going to be your booty call anymore. You get me all hung up on you and then you ditch me—it’s mortifying.”
“Maybe now it’s different.”
“Different? You’re still wearing a mask and I’m—“
“I thought you liked the mask. Oh well.” Spider-Man reached up and pulled it the rest of the way off his face, leaving his good looks bared to the world. The pleasing symmetry of his jawline continued up into his nose and brow, and his eyes were a nice shade of brown, but most of all he looked familiar. He looked like—
“Peter Parker?”
Felicia could feel herself remembering, feel the confusing slivers of her half-forgotten past fitting together with this new knowledge that wasn’t new at all, but before she could process this seismic shift in her sense of shelf, Spider-Man… Peter… Spider rutted into her. With each thrust, she felt his thick shaft rasp against her clit, his balls throb against her ass. She bucked her hips up to meet his wild strokes.
“God, yes, fuck me like that!” she keened. “Split me half with that ugly fucking cock of yours!”
Spider froze. “You never called it ugly before—“
Felicia clenched her jaw, almost groaning in dismay but telling herself they needed to discuss this a little. Even she couldn’t be about hot sex all the time, no matter how often it made her come. “You found a way to erase yourself from the book… God… and you don’t even have a criminal record.”
“Sorry, it’s kind of a one-time thing. Trust me, you don’t want to go through what I’ve been through.”
“So what about the old ball and chain?”
“Not the kind of bondage I’m into,” Spider answered. “I’ve been through something of a cleanse. I don’t want all that boring stuff anymore. The white picket fences, the two point five kids—“
“You could’ve fooled me,” Felicia teased, reaching down to run her forefinger over her leaking cunt, bringing a smidgen of cum up to her mouth to suck away. “You come in me any harder and my birth control pills will beg for mercy.”
“We should probably rebuild your nest egg before we get started on that.”
Felicia boggled, all the more so when Spider began lancing into her again. Her body had reawakened quicker than she would’ve thought after their last bout. It took his cock without complaint, flooding her with pleasure to the point where all she could do was lie there—her arms and legs helplessly wrapped around Spider’s rutting body—and take it.
Until then, Felicia would’ve thought that having her pussy eaten by Black Widow or maybe being made airtight by three black guys was the ultimate sexual high. But as she took Spider’s prick into her churning sex, his strong hands holding her ass tight to his plunging thrusts, it became a greater thrill than she had ever known. And a big part of that pleasure was knowing that she, Felicia Hardy, the slut, the whore, the deviant, was so wildly arousing the noble hero, the Avenger—the Amazing Spider-Man.
And not only was he bringing up having kids… talk about commitment… but he seemed cool with the prospect of her building her fortune up again, the only way she knew how. He—or at least Ock in his body—had callously stripped that away from her before, but she never would’ve believed that Peter could shed the sanctimony long enough to let her build it back up, no matter how fair it was.
Felicia dug her heels into the small of Spider’s back, holding him deep inside her as she hissed in her ear. “What would you say if I told you I was going to rob the Museum of Natural History?”
Spider rocked against her, stimulating her pussy despite the overall motionlessness of their locked bodies. Felicia moaned, all of her centered around his prick, stretched tight, filled up, throbbing and pulsing and coming… almost coming…
“I’d say that as a duly deputized law enforcement officer, I’d expect you to make it worth my while to look the other way.” He kissed her neck. “In a whole day inside the First National Bank, you couldn’t steal as much as the average politician, and you don’t see me beating them up.”
Felicia’s eyes rolled back in her head. She was close, so close. Thinking back, she never remembered being this close without Spider there. Either he was the only one who took her this high or everyone else just made her come and got it over with. Both, probably. Spider might be a pain in the ass, but damn if he didn’t get her off.
She bit his ear. “I want it like it was in the old days. Partners. You beat up the bad guys, I take their stuff, and all in a costume with a flap over the crotch.”
Spider chuckled low in his throat. “And no panties. I remember. You’re a whore, Felicia Hardy. But from here on out, you’re my whore.”
Then he took hold of her legs, peeled them off his back, and held them up around her ears as his thick cock plunged into her clenched pussy. She gasped with pleasure, cooed, and finally came, eyes wide, mouth open, knowing that it had never been like this before—her body just going and going and going, a strained whimper her only sound as she shook and clutched, then finally dropped limp to the bed, filled once more with a flood of his seed. She could feel what had been purged out of her, warm cum running down her thighs and splattered across her lap, but at that moment, she didn’t care if Spider marked every inch of her.
Sleep settled over her, or something close to it. She felt Spider holding her, felt the warm contentment going at a nice simmer in the core of her being, and the low flame of her arousal beginning to glow. It might take hours, but she could not be this satisfied for long. Soon, she would need more.
“How about we rip off the Kingpin? For old time’s sake?” Spider kissed her cheek, her ear. “We take him for all the money we can lay our hands on—“ His tongue lapsed into her ear, exploring its contours, ripping away Felicia’s satiation and replacing it was raw need. She almost begrudged him her afterglow, but she just had to remember how incredible that last orgasm had been. “Then I take you from behind. My hand fisted in your hair so you don’t fly off the roof when you’re bent over the parapet, getting it in the ass.”
Felicia smiled. She could almost feel it, all of it. Stolen furs on her naked skin, stolen diamonds around her neck, stolen man using her like she had been made for him, like all the leather and running and jumping was just to catch his eye and show him she was his proper mate.
She couldn’t believe she felt like fucking him again already. She could’ve sworn she was exhausted beyond belief not five minutes ago. But then, Spider always had brought the best out in her.
“If you want my ass, you’re going to have to do more than look the other way,” she purred.
“Yeah? What’d you have in mind?”
“Just a little sign of commitment.”
“Would this be in ring form?”
“Oh no, I can filch better rings than you could ever get me. No, I want our costumes to match again. Show the whole world that we’re a double-act. And since I’d look lousy in red and blue, I want you in black.”
“The woman who dressed up like her boobs were a cat’s nose wants me to get a glow up?”
“I thought we were putting the past behind us.”
“Not another new costume,” Spider chided her. “The black catsuit with the zipper down to here…” She giggled as he demonstrated with his hand. “And the fur lining everywhere.”
“Maybe this zipper should go to my lower back,” Felicia suggested. “You know—easy access? For my black-clad Spider-Man?”
Comments
Shendude
Intriguing.
Spartans300
This is a new one. I'm liking it so far.
Thril
I'm absolutely loving this so far! I'd like to see Anya Corazon get involved, too. But I defer to your creative genius. :)
jason
saw the mary jane watson tag. Will she be in the story ? Love the wilder take on spidey. :D
