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The Erotic Phoenix Saga: Intimate Alliance	By : marvelmaster616 Category: X-men Comics > General Views: 12113 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Erotic Phoenix Saga: Intimate Alliance
Chapter 10: Test Subject Part 2
Empire State University – Former Lab of Dr. Miles Warren
It was the worst of all nightmares for Spider-Man, Peter Parker, and Mary Jane Watson. Of all the ways Spider-Man could fail his loved ones – including those that involved a team-up of Kingpin, Norman Osborn, Mysterio, Hobgoblin, and Doc Ock – this was the worst by orders of magnitude.
He didn’t just fail to save the woman he loved. He didn’t even get a chance to fight for her. Spider-Man had arrived at the former lab of Dr. Miles Warren, also known as the Jackal, just in time to see a group of figures that resembled him in his black symbiote costume gangbanging his wife. It was a horrific sight, overwhelming his spider sense and every other instinct within him. As a result, he was easily subdued by one of the black costumed figures.
Spider-Man now remained pinned to the wall, watching as over a dozen similar figures kept fucking his wife from every angle and in every hole. If that weren’t bad enough, they’d somehow drugged her to make her look like she was enjoying it.
“Mary Jane…I’m so sorry,” Peter said under his mask.
“Mmf Peter!” was all Mary Jane said before a fresh symbiote-flesh dick was shoved into her mouth.
They showed no mercy, nor did they show any signs of letting up. Each symbiote figure stood around Mary Jane with a big, black, fully-erect cock protruding from their lower bodies. They all wordlessly gazed at her with boundless lust, as though their only drive was to fuck. If that were the case, then these monstrous creatures weren’t holding back.
Mary Jane, having been stripped completely naked and utterly subdued, was getting triple penetrated. One figure was on his back with her on top, rapidly thrusting up into her pussy. Another was behind her, pumping his rigid black cock into her ass. Another was right in front of her, humping her face while she sucked him off. A vacant look never left Mary Jane’s face, as though she’d given into her fate.
“Hnn…so much dick. Can’t…stop,” she managed to say, her voice still muffled by the dick.
It was rough, but coordinated. They pumped their dick in her pussy and ass like a well-oiled piston, their hardened flesh slithering inside her with distressing ease. The one fucking her face was just as forceful, barely slowing down to blow his load all over her face. Mary Jane gasped and gagged at the fresh shot of jizz, but was sucking another one moments later.
None of the figures showed any signs of letting up or fatigue. They just eagerly hovered over Mary Jane’s naked form, waiting for their turn. They must have fucked her multiple times already. Her hair was a mess. Her makeup had been smeared. Her body glistened with sweat and cum. Peter even saw her expression tense a few times, indicating that she had an orgasm. He also saw a look of solemn frustration. Even that most basic of pleasures left her both unsatisfied and defeated.
As Peter watched such a lurid sight unfold, his thoughts drifted to the madman responsible for this. The Jackal, someone he’d defeated handily before and shouldn’t have such resources, did this to him and Mary Jane. He knew Jackal was vindictive and callous, but not like this. Either he’d gone even crazier than before or someone pushed him further over the edge.
Whatever the case, Peter kept fighting his confinement. He remained determined to free himself, save his wife, and get back at the man who inflicted such a cruel fate.
“Damn you, Jackal! Wherever you are…wherever you went…damn you!” Peter cursed. “I swear…if I get out of this…I’ll find you! I’ll make you pay for this! I’ll make…you…pay!”
Spider-Man fought harder and harder, but it was no use. The symbiote-like flesh only tightened its hold on him, pressing harder against his body, as if it were trying to infect him again. He summoned every last ounce of his strength and then some, hoping to break free.
His body and will were on the brink of giving out. Then, the sound of a loud, bird-like screech echoed from just outside the building. Moments later, the whole area shook.
“Whoa!” Spider-Man gasped. “What was…”
Before he could finish, something came bursting through the ceiling. It looked like a fireball in the shape of a bird. In the center was a female figure. It didn’t crash into the lab. Instead, it landed in an area between him and where Mary Jane was being gangbanged.
Moments after landing, the large flames faded, revealing a redheaded woman in a green-and-gold bodysuit with a bird-shaped emblem on her chest. When she saw what was happening to Mary Jane, she was aghast, but only briefly. It was as though she’d braced herself for the sight.
“This is as bad as I thought,” she said, “but I’m not too late!”
Then, the redheaded looked over towards him. She had a radiant glint in her eye, not unlike the one he saw in Mary Jane whenever she had a bold idea. She looked familiar, but Peter couldn’t surmise her identity. She seemed to know him, though. She even smiled, casting him a reassuring glance.
“It’s going to be okay, Spider-Man. I promise,” the woman said. “My name is Jean Grey-Summers. And we’re here to save you and your wife.”
“My wife?” Peter gasped under his mask. “You know…wait, who’s we?”
He had so many questions, but Jean didn’t give him an opportunity to ask. Time was running out. He sensed that too. The symbiote figures stepped up their decadent attack on Mary Jane, humping and ravaging her harder and harder. Judging by the dazed look on her face, she couldn’t take much more.
Jean turned back towards the decadent scene and boldly approached. She still had that glint in her eyes that indicated she’d come with a plan. She eventually stopped within several feet of the scene surrounding Mary Jane. Then, in an act that caught even his spider sense by surprise, she addressed the figure.
“Hey!” Jean yelled in a firm, yet seductive tone. “What were a bunch of alien hunks like you thinking? Having a gangbang and not inviting me? As a horny, fiery redhead, I’m insulted!”
She got the attention of every figure, including the ones fucking Mary Jane. They finally slowed down. The one who’d been humping her face withdrew his cock from her mouth, allowing Mary Jane a much-needed breather. Even the one that kept him pinned to the wall appeared distracted.
“Ungh!” Mary Jane gagged, spitting up a sizable glob of semen-like fluid. “Who…who are you?”
“Just someone who enjoys a good ravaging too,” said Jean curtly. “Lucky for these exotic hunks, I’m in a forgiving mood.”
What happened next distracted the alien figures even more. Jean Grey-Summers casually stripped out of her clothes. In fact, she didn’t even strip. Another bird-like halo of fire surrounded her body and her skin-tight attire just dissolved, including her boots and waist sash. It left her fully nude from head to toe. It also gave every figure surrounding Mary Jane a perfect view of her breasts, hips, and pussy.
At that point, even the figures who’d been pumping their cocks into Mary Jane’s ass and vagina stopped. They didn’t say anything, but their expressions appeared conflicted, as though something had overloaded whatever lurid programming the Jackal had utilized.
It felt like a badly-needed break. At the same time, Spider-Man doubted that this was over.
“Okay, I’m confused on so many levels,” he said. “Please, tell me there’s a plan here!”
‘Relax, Spider-Man,’ said an unexpected voice inside his head. ‘We have a plan. It’s just going to be a bit messier than expected.’
Moments Earlier – Skies Over New York
“This is bad, Scott,” said Jean anxiously. “Very bad, very strange, and incredibly perverse.”
“Yes, I’d say that sums up the situation,” replied Scott.
“Spider-Man, alien creatures, and some unlucky woman getting gangbanged…this does not feel like something the Avengers or the X-Men are equipped to handle.”
“But we are,” said the former X-Men leader strongly. “After what we did for Rogue and Carol, we might be the only ones who can handle it.”
That might have been too accurate. Even though she and Scott weren’t X-Men anymore, they still found themselves in situations where they had to be heroes. They hadn’t come to New York City expecting to be thrust in that role. They were only in town for one night on a business trip, seeking only to scout locations for future X-Corp office sites.
That changed the moment Scott received a call from Shuri. She’d agreed to investigate the energy readings the Avengers detected when Rogue and Carol Danvers were attacked in San Francisco. She told them there were many anomalies. It might take a while to find another. It didn’t take nearly as long as she’d thought, which led them to a mothballed lab at the Empire State University campus.
Having summoned the power of the Phoenix Force and donned their Phoenix-themed costumes, they hovered over the old building. Using a mix of psychic abilities and cosmic awareness, they scanned the building. What they found shocked and appalled them. Through a swirling portal of fire, Jean and Scott watched as a group of male figures composed of alien flesh gangbanged a naked redheaded woman while a trapped Spider-Man watched.
“This can’t be what Shuri detected,” Scott said, already assessing the situation strategically. “Even if there was an energy signature matching the one from before, it’s long gone.”
“What makes you so sure?” Jean asked.
“Because you don’t go about tormenting someone like this and leave before it’s over…not unless there are other forces at work.”
“What other forces could there be?” wondered Jean, shuddering at the possibilities. “I sense those men aren’t human.”
“They’re not. They’re definitely alien,” said Scott. “
“At least in part,” said Jean, placing a hand on her head and channeling her telepathic abilities. “They’re not giving off traditional psychic signatures, but they are alive. Their flesh is mostly alien with a mix of human features. And I’m not just referring to their dicks.”
“I wasn’t going to bring that up, but it’s hard to overlook,” noted Scott.
“I think they’re symbiotes,” Jean went on. “Hank mentioned them a while back. He’d been consulted by Rykers Island to imprison someone who’d been infected by one. From what I recall, they’re like parasites. They infect a host, but instead of killing it, they enhance it.”
“Or pervert it,” added Scott.
“That too,” she conceded, “but something about this symbiote doesn’t seem right. I can’t sense a mind, but I can sense a powerful desire. It’s alive, but it’s so distorted, unnatural, and unanchored.”
It sounded like something that shouldn’t exist. Just being near it made the Phoenix Force anxious. Something or someone had corrupted a natural creation. Parasite or not, this symbiote had been altered to carry out a perverse task. Such an egregious act disrupted the cosmic balance that Scott and Jean had come to appreciate since embracing the Phoenix Force.
This could not stand.
They had to do something.
Jean turned towards Scott, who had seen enough of the lurid scene below them. He already had a plan. Like the plan to save Carol and Rogue, it likely involved a creative approach to dealing with such unique threats.
“What do we do, Scott?” Jean asked him. “I can already sense Spider-Man’s thoughts. That woman isn’t just some innocent bystander. She’s his wife!”
“That complicates things. If Wolverine were here, he’d want to go in and hit those things directly. I’d even be tempted to try that,” Scott said. “But with Spider-Man and that woman in the mix, it’s too risky. We have to get them out of harm’s way before we make our move.”
“And how do we that?”
Her lover’s demeanor shifted. He turned towards her and cast her a suggestive glance. Being both a skilled psychic and very adept at sensing when men had lewd ideas, Jean expected Scott to employ a very unorthodox strategy.
“You said it yourself,” he told her. “These creatures are driven by desire. So, we need to give them something to desire!”
Former Lab of Dr. Miles Warren – Present Time
Jean Grey-Summers was no stranger to lecherous gazes and lustful thoughts. She’d seen and sensed plenty of them as a teenager and even after she fell in love with Scott. The Phoenix Force only heightened her awareness of such feelings. It even drew her to them, as evidenced by her and Scott’s adventurous sex life.
However, she never expected to be this adventurous. To save Spider-Man and his wife, Mary Jane Watson, she had to seduce a group of male symbiote figures, each bearing a hulking erect penis between their legs. It proved less challenging than expected.
“Well?” Jean casually said to the horde of male figures. “What are you waiting for? Come give me a taste of those alien cocks!”
The crowd of creatures didn’t hesitate. Most of them, mainly those who hadn’t been fucking Mary Jane, jumped at the chance to ravage another naked redhead. With superhuman agility, not unlike those demonstrated by Spider-Man, they swarmed and surrounded her from every angle. As they got in closer, their masculine figures and large endowments came into view.
Jean had been thinking sexy thoughts to get her in the mood. However, seeing all those big, erect dicks on such strapping male figures did plenty to trigger her natural sex drive. In addition, by sensing the intensity of their desire, she couldn’t help but share some of it.
“Wow! I must be hornier than I thought,” said Jean as they closed in on her. “I swear I could fuck every one of you!”
She didn’t wait for the creatures to make the first move. She immediately jumped the figure standing right in front of her, dropping to her knees and taking his hard, alien cock in her mouth. Every other symbiote figure looked shocked. It apparently turned them on, as well. Jean saw their dicks grow and harden even more. She was sending their desire into overdrive.
That was a critical part of Scott’s plan. The next part was just as important.
With an eagerness and energy worthy of any cosmic force, she vigorously sucked on the cock before her. It tasted very similar to an ordinary penis, but his symbiote flesh proved more malleable. She felt it slither between her lips, as though it had a mind of its own. It was different, but exciting. It made Jean wonder how a dick like that might feel in other parts of her body.
“Mmm! I like these big, alien dicks,” she purred after licking the creature’s shaft. “I bet I’d love to have one in my pussy or ass!”
Jean dropped down to her hands and knees, pulling the symbiote figure in front of her down to the floor in the process. She playfully shook her butt at the many horny creatures watching her with furious lust. The ones not yet overwhelmed accepted her invitation.
Two determined men fought to the front of the line, shoving each other aside to get into position. Quickly, they started coordinating like a hive mine. One got behind her, the tip of his throbbing hard dick aimed at her ass. The other managed to slither under her, shifting his body into a more slender figure. From there, he guided his dick towards her pussy. Upon feeling the tip rub against each hole, the two male figures thrust into her.
“Oohhh yeah!” Jean moaned with bawdy delight. “I was right. I love it! Come on, you alien studs. Fuck me! Fuck me good!”
They all let out a sharp hiss, as though the lust was erupting within their alien flesh. They directed the entirety of that lust towards Jean, who eagerly took every bit of it.
Now, she was the focus of their gangbang. In each of her holes, they pumped and probed her with their alien dicks. Within her pussy and ass, Jean felt them slide and slither effortlessly. Like the one she’d been sucking, they operated differently than a normal penis. They were like snakes or tentacles, maneuvering inside her with uncanny efficiency. In conjunction with their thrusting, it provided a special kind of stimulation that quickly sent her to the brink of orgasm.
She wasn’t the only one, either. She sensed the dick she’d been sucking twitch and tense in anticipation. He was about to come too. The other figures watching nearby were already stroking their cocks, her erotic acts further stirring their desire. When she came, it affected them almost as much as it did her.
“Ooh I’m coming already! I’m coming!” Jean exclaimed.
Her release was intense. Her pussy and ass throbbed as hot waves of pleasure coursed through her body. She also secreted a significant amount of feminine juices, which spilled out onto their alien flesh. Jean even made sure to project the through her telepathy. To them, it seemed too much.
The two figures fucking her steadied their movements. She even sensed them shudder, their symbiote flesh flailing erratically from head to toe. The one she’d been sucking off sucking her off trembled intensely, his humanoid shape quivering wildly as he climaxed. He was so erratic that he pulled his dick out just as he sprayed a sizable load of white, semen-like fluid into her mouth and onto her face.
It was messy, but Jean didn’t miss a beat. She casually licked it up, a seductive look never leaving her face. At the same time, she noticed that the cum had an unusual effect. It somehow reset her desires, as if to deny her the satisfaction of completed sex. That might have overwhelmed a woman not used to multiple rounds of cosmic lovemaking with her husband – as well as the many other well-endowed men, some of which had superhuman abilities. For her, it just made for a more vigorous gangbang.
“So that’s how you tried to play it?” Jean said while licking up the last of the fluid. “Alien flesh, throbbing dicks, and cum that keeps the sex going? It’s creative, but cruel. But whoever designed you probably didn’t expect to deal with me! I’m a horny woman imbued with a cosmic power. Think you can handle that?”
Before any of them could react, she reached for the nearest erect cock and pulled it towards her face, along with the symbiote figure attached to it. Without hesitation, she deep-throated it and began sucking. It prompted the two others who’d been fucking her pussy and ass to resume their humping, but with more urgency.
More of the symbiote figures shuddered. They started oscillating from a male form to a disoriented, humanoid stature. They weren’t just overwhelmed. They appeared confused, as though they didn’t know what to do with so much desire. They fell back on their only major drive, which was to fuck the beautiful redheaded woman before them.
“Mmf! Harder! Faster!” Jean said in between heavy sucking.
The creatures fucking her hissed loudly, filling the lab with perverse noises to go along with the clashing of naked flesh with alien sex. Jean couldn’t tell if it was out of distress, confusion, or ecstasy. Her only true certainty at this point was that the gangbang would intensify.
The two symbiote figures fucking her from behind humped harder, rocking her body and her world while others waved their dicks around her in anticipation. Jean reached out and stroked whichever ones she could, causing more of a frenzy. As the chaos escalated, the two figures climaxed, letting out more strange noises as they released a load of their exotic cum into her depths.
That hot, creamy feeling inside her felt good.
The effects also quickly took hold, resetting her body and leaving her wanting more sex.
This time, however, her cosmic passions supplemented those effects. Her as flashed red. The renewed desire within her gave her a fresh dose of energy, which she channeled towards the creatures before her.
“More! Give me more!” Jean shouted.
The creatures attempted to keep up. The two that had been fucking her were practically thrown aside and replaced by two others, each with erect dicks composed of symbiote flesh. They immediately thrust into her, humping and pumping with more intensity than before. Any other woman would’ve been overwhelmed. If anything, Jean was overwhelming them.
As the horde of symbiote figures banged Jean from every end, the ones that had lingered around Mary Jane finally took notice. Only two had remained, keeping her bound and still fucking her, albeit only in her mouth and pussy. However, their desires could no longer be satiated by the voluptuous redhead. To satisfying the far greater passions of Jean Grey-Summers, the symbiotes needed total coordination.
‘Don’t just watch. Join us!’ Jean said to them via telepathy while her mouth remained occupied with a fresh cock. ‘Give Mrs. Parker a break. Your skills are needed elsewhere.’
The two remaining figures shifted erratically, parts of their symbiote form shooting off in random directions. Their forms could no longer handle the feeling. They didn’t even climax before finally letting Mary Jane go, allowing her naked body to collapse to the floor.
By then, she was covered in a mix of sweat, cum, and traces blackish symbiote flesh. She was very disheveled, but finally able to collect herself. She propped herself up on her arms, her lower body still too aching with a mix of pleasure and discomfort. Still catching her breath, she watched as the symbiote creatures congregated around Jean, becoming less organized by the minute.
“Holy shit!” Mary Jane gasped in amazement. “She’s really doing it. She’s fucking them. She’s fucking them harder…than they can fuck her.”
Her assessment was crude, but accurate. Every symbiote male surrounded Jean, attempting to fuck her in every possible way. They had to adapt or abandon their humanoid forms to accommodate her passions, turning the gangbang into something truly alien.
At first, she remained on her hands and knees, sucking and stroking the dicks in front of her while to male figures fucked her ass and pussy simultaneously. They did it hard and fast, just as she demanded. Jean quickly climaxed a second, but demanded more. Even after a few more figures climaxed as well and others took their place, the intensity wasn’t enough. It led to more chaos.
Other symbiote figures fought one another in an effort to get their turn. They still tried to coordinate, turning Jean over so that the ones under her fucked her ass while the others on top took her pussy. It allowed her to see more dicks, which she sucked and stroked without hesitation. It also allowed a few to sneak in and tit-fuck her, sliding a slithering cock between her breasts until it shot a thick load right onto her face. Jean just licked up the excess fluid and demanded more.
“Yum! Is that all you got?” she taunted.
More hissing followed. The creatures became less and less coordinated. They began abandoning their humanoid forms, forming more limbs and appendages on their bodies to help intensify the gangbang.
The symbiotes used those appendages to lift her up off the floor, hold her in an upright position, and spread her legs wider so that each individual could get in position. Like an assembly line of decadence, one came in to fuck one of her holes. After he climaxed, another took his place. Those not in line, tried to maneuver so they could hump her face, grope her breasts, or get jerked off. No matter what they did, though, Jean didn’t miss a beat.
With each orgasm and release, the glowing in her eyes brightened. Traces of cosmic energy shot out from her naked body, hitting the creatures and causing more chaos. It was as though the flames burned the symbiote in ways beyond the heat. Whatever Jean was doing to them, it caused a powerful reaction.
That reaction finally reached the still-bound Spider-Man. He’d been webbed to the wall by a single symbiote figure who seemed unaffected by Jean’s actions. He might have been uniquely programmed to keep the wall-crawler contained. Even if that were the case, its form became increasingly unstable. It now looked less humanoid and more like an amoeba-like glob.
“I am so confused…and a little impressed,” Spider-Man said. “I think even my spider sense is confused.”
He finally managed to free one of his arms from the webbing. The symbiote creature bounding him fought back and tried to restrain him again, letting out more desperate hissing. Spider-Man fought back. This time, the creature struggled to contain him.
“I don’t know if this is on Jackal, Eddie Brock, or even Flash Thompson,” said Spider-Man, “but you hurt the woman I love! You used her to hurt me! You won’t hold me back anymore!”
‘You’re right, Mr. Parker,’ said an unexpected male voice, via telepathy. ‘But freeing yourself won’t be enough to stop this.’
“Whoa! Who the hell was that? If you’re another hot redhead, then I might need looser pants.”
‘It’s okay. I’m not a hot redhead. I just married one, like you. And I completely understand wanting to save her at all costs.’
Moments after that psychic message came across, Cyclops finally burst through the main doors. Like Jean, he arrived surrounded by a bird-shaped flame and bearing unique attire that included a large Phoenix emblem on his chest. Unlike the other fiery redhead, he was more tactful as he made his way towards Spider-Man.
“If you’re the backup, help the women!” urged the wallcrawler. “I can get out of this!”
“Don’t worry. My wife knows what she’s doing,” Cyclops assured.
“And you seem oddly okay with that.”
“If you knew some of the other kinky stuff we’ve done, you’d understand,” the former X-Men leader said with a smirk.
Spider-Man remained confused while Cyclops remained unconcerned, trusting Jean to do her part while he did his.
That part became increasingly disorganized. The symbiote figures continued gangbanging Jean, barely noticing Cyclops’ arrival. The figures kept shifting and contorting themselves in strange ways, trying to get into position to fuck one of her holes or grope parts of her naked body. Still hovering in mid-air, she kept taking it. She even moaned gleefully as she climaxed again while two throbbing cocks slithered inside her pussy and ass. The creatures climaxed too, spraying more of their exotic cum inside her depths and onto her face, breasts, and torso. Its effects only seemed to embolden the fiery redhead.
The fiery glow in her eyes had since morphed into another fiery halo that surrounded both her and the horde of creatures. Even as their alien flesh burned, the kept fucking her. The desire exceeded every other function. That allowed Cyclops to carry out the final phases of their plan.
‘Hang in there just a little longer, Jean. We’re almost done,’ Cyclops sent her.
‘Already? Too bad,’ Jean replied, just as one of the creatures climaxed on her face. ‘These things clearly weren’t designed to handle a woman like me.’
‘Very few can. What they can’t satisfy, I’ll be sure to handle later tonight. For now, the priority is saving Spider-Man and his wife.’
‘What about these things? They’ve definitely been corrupted. The Phoenix Force sensed that before I took my clothes off.’
‘That, I don’t have a plan for. We may have to adapt…although that’s what these symbiotes do best.’
While Jean focused on keeping the rest of the creatures occupied, Cyclops arrived at Spider-Man’s position. The symbiote trying to fight off Spider-Man noticed and stretched its alien flesh to fight him off. Cyclops fired several optic blasts to dissuade it, which gave Spider-Man more room to free himself.
“Finally!” the wallcrawler said after breaking through the webbing. “Now, I got to get to Mary Jane!”
“Spider-Man, wait!” yelled Cyclops.
He didn’t listen. As soon as his feet hit the floor, he set his sights on his wife. She was still naked, conscious, and disheveled from the gangbang she endured, but she was also close to the chaos unfolding around Jean and the symbiotes. Cyclops tried to stop him, his plan still not complete.
The masked vigilante proved too agile. He evaded Cyclops and started running towards his wife. However, he failed to notice that the symbiote creature that had bound him earlier still clung to parts of his legs, arms, and torso. Despite being weakened, it managed to slither itself around Spider-Man’s body, tearing at his costume and causing him to fall to the floor.
“Ungh! Get…the hell…off me!” Spider-Man struggled.
“Peter…” Mary Jane gasped upon seeing him in distressed.
The other redhead returned to her feet and stammered towards Spider-Man. Her legs were still shaky, but she remained every bit as determined to get to him. By then, however, the symbiote creatures banging Jean finally noticed and let out a menacing hiss.
‘Scott, I think we have to start adapting,’ said Jean.
‘This may complicate things,’ Scott replied anxiously.
Some of the figures who could not participate in on the action with Jean turned back towards Mary Jane. Their bodies had since become so disoriented that they barely resembled the same masculine physique from earlier. The damage done by the Phoenix Force was great, but not enough to stop them from pursuing more lecherous desires.
Several shot out blackish tendrils from their body, which latched onto Mary Jane. They hit her legs, hips, back, and arms, pulling at her just as she was within reach of Spider-Man. She immediately fought back. In their weakened state, she managed to resist. That prompted others to hit her with more tendrils and make their way towards her.
“No! Let me go!” Mary Jane said defiantly. “You won’t…take me…again!”
Her resolve was impressive, especially for someone without superpowers. After enduring a gangbang, Mary Jane remained determined to reach her husband. Their love must have been strong. However, it might not be enough to stop these creatures.
Cyclops looked towards Jean. She was still surrounded in symbiote limbs and tendrils, multiple dicks probing her holes while she jerked off two others. Even as they sprayed a fresh load of their exotic jizz on her breasts, they could tell that the creatures were letting up. The intensity and organization of their efforts finally waned. The creatures were still corrupt and would remain dangerous until that changed.
“Scott,” Jean gasped, just as one of the dicks pulled out of her mouth. “We have…to burn…the corruption.”
“I know,” said Scott as he watched Mary Jane and Spider-Man reach for one another. “I was planning on waiting until we got them out of here, but I don’t think that’s possible now.”
“That means…we’ll have to take a chance.”
Scott groaned in frustration. Even with a cosmic force on his side, he didn’t like taking risks, especially with civilians in the line of fire. Getting Spider-Man and his wife away from the symbiote was supposed to uncomplicate things. With every second that passed, however, the complications escalated.
As Spider-Man and Mary Jane kept fighting to get to one another, the symbiote creatures tightened their grip on them. More tendrils shot out, slithering around their bodies to the point where they were almost entirely encased. Over half of Spider-Man’s costume had been ribbed, including his mask. Cyclops and Jean could clearly see the face of Peter Parker, fighting desperately to reach his wife.
It was too late. They couldn’t get them out of way. They had to act or risk a far greater corruption.
“Even if this works, it’s bound to have other effects,” Scott said.
“We’ll deal with those too,” said Jean, her glowing eyes already flashing.
“Guess we’re out of options and time. Alright, then! I’m ready when you are, Jean!”
Another fiery halo in the shape of the Phoenix formed around him. It soon matched Jean’s. At the same time, the symbiote figures still fucking her started to whither, so much so that they withdrew their dicks from her and let go of her limbs. They kept trying to surround her again, as did the creatures attacking Spider-Man and Mary Jane. Their efforts proved futile because Cyclops commenced their final attack.
Using both the cosmic power between them, along with Jean’s telekinesis, he activated the alarm system in the area. In an instant, the entire room began blaring with high-pitched noise. It was loud, even for an older building. It still proved loud enough. As the noise of the alarm echoed throughout the room, the symbiote creatures let out one last cry before their alien flesh dissolved.
“RRREEEEEEEE!” every figure screeched at once.
“Now, Jean!” yelled Cyclops.
Jean remained hovering in mid-air, still naked and still surrounded in a Phoenix-shaped halo. The symbiote figures either fell off or were blown off, collapsing into a pool of blackish ooze around the bodies of Spider-Man and Mary Jane.
It still wasn’t over. The corruption was still there. That was where the Phoenix Force came in. Despite two civilians being in the line of fire, Cyclops and Jean summoned a wave of cosmic energy. Together, they formed a large ball of golden flame between them, lighting up the entire lab in a dazzling display.
“That which taints creation are burned by its fires,” said Jean as she concentrated her power with Scott. “With these fires, we purge these beings of corruption!”
Upon reaching the desired intensity, the two wielders of the Phoenix Force unleashed the ball of flame at the puddle of symbiote flesh below them. Still surrounded by that flesh, Spider-Man and Mary Jane were surrounded by the flames as well. While it didn’t burn them, as they were not the source of corruption, they still felt it.
“Ahhhhhhhh!” they both exclaimed.
The alarm kept blaring, as did the cries of the symbiote flesh. Those cries soon disappeared, but the blackish alien flesh remained. It burned and simmered under the cosmic flame, giving off trail of steam, as if the impurities were evaporating.
Scott and Jean kept the fires going, making sure that no such impurities remained. The symbiote flesh continued to thrash and flail erratically. Eventually, it settled, becoming a stable pile of blackish goo once more. However, even after the corruption faded, the alien organism continued to react.
“That’s enough! Pull back!” yelled Scott.
They immediately tempered the cosmic flames, pulling them back and away from the symbiote. Jean landed back on the floor and rejoined Scott, but kept her body surrounded in a fiery halo. Scott did it as well, remaining cautious as they watched the alien flesh reconfigure itself. While he stood ready to attack, Jean used her telekinesis to turn off the alarm. It helped the symbiote stabilize, but there was still one major concern.
Spider-Man and Mary Jane were still in the center of the chaos, their bodies surrounded by a large pool of black alien flesh. They were still on the floor, the bodies still covered in the exotic substance. They were also conscious, breathing heavily and looking at one another with a distant gaze. It was difficult to surmise their condition.
“They’re alive,” Scott noted, “but are they okay?”
“I’m not sure, Scott,” said Jean with a hand on her temple as she scanned the area. “The plan worked. We purged the symbiote of whatever corrupting influence took it over. And they both survived the process in one piece.”
“Should we get them away from the symbiote?” he asked. “Corrupt or not, it could still be dangerous.”
“It’s still a functioning organism, but I’m not sensing a mind anywhere. It’s basically just a body with no brain. I don’t know what that means for our friends here, but I think they’ll be…”
Jean stopped herself in mid-sentence. Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson were unexpectedly jolted from their daze by an unseen force. The symbiote reacted, as well. It started moving and slithering again, but not as chaotically as before.
Still standing in the pool of blackish goop, the couple rose up to their feet. Much of their bodies remained covered by the symbiote flesh. Under their feet, more and more of that flesh flowed up into them, as though drawn to them like moths to a flame. By the time the last trace of symbiote flesh flowed into them, their demeanor shifted considerably. They appeared hyper-alert and intensely focused on one another.
“Mary Jane…” he said in a distant tone.
“Peter…” she replied in a similar tone.
Cyclops remained on guard. He attempted to approach them, but Jean held up her arm to stop them. Something had changed considerably, within them and the remnants of the symbiote.
“Wait,” Jean told him, “I think they’re okay.”
“Are you sure?” asked Cyclops, still taking a cautious approach.
As they curiously watched on, the symbiote flesh that had covered Peter and Mary Jane’s bodies faded. Some of it dissolved into dust while most got absorbed into their bodies. It rendered Mary Jane fully nude again. It also revealed that over half of Spider-Man’s costume had been ripped apart. Even part of his underwear was torn.
That didn’t seem to bother him, though. Without saying a word or taking his eyes of Mary Jane, Peter tore off the rest of his mask, costume, and underwear, leaving him as naked as the beautiful redhead before him. The intensity of his gaze escalated, as did Mary Jane’s. They no longer looked drained, overwhelmed, or exhausted. Instead, they looked reenergized and rejuvenated.
Flushed with this energy, the two lovers kissed and embraced each other with great urgency. Their naked bodies now pressed together in an intimate entwinement, their affectionate gestures quickly escalated.
“Do me, Peter. Do me right now!” Mary Jane said upon breaking the kiss.
“Now?” he asked her. “After what you just…”
“Yes!” she said, before he could finish. “Those things fucked me, but they also left me…unsatisfied. I want…I need that feeling from the man I love.”
She kissed him again, this time with more passion. Peter kissed back and with more purpose, as well as tongue. He hungrily roamed her naked body with his hands, giving extra attention to her butt. Mary Jane returned the favor by pawing his chest with one hand while reaching down to stroke his penis with the other.
It quickly became erect. It happened so quickly that desire alone couldn’t be the cause. There were other forces at work, some involving the symbiote and others involving the Phoenix Force.
“Still think I’m unsure?” Jean asked.
“Not at all,” said Scott, who finally relaxed his defensive poise. “Should we…do something?”
“Distract a man and woman from making beautiful love? Heavens no!” she laughed.
“I won’t argue with that logic,” he said, laughing as well. “Maybe we should give them some privacy?”
“Why? They don’t seem to mind.”
The impassioned couple didn’t notice. They might have completely forgotten that someone else was watching them. Peter Parker and Mary Jane had only one focus at that moment. They were going to make love. Nothing short of another cosmic force was going to stop that. Cyclops and Jean could only watch on with a mix of amusement and admiration.
Further kissing and foreplay heightened their arousal. While Mary Jane stroked her husband’s cock, Peter slipped a hand between her legs and fondled her pussy. Despite being gangbanged by the symbiote, she was still aroused. Those creatures had fucked her every which way, but they couldn’t give her what her lover could. That was not a trivial oversight.
With mutual arousal established, Peter went about giving his wife that special loving they both craved. Their lips still entwined, he effortlessly lifted her up by her hips and laid her down on the floor. Mary Jane instinctively spread her legs and he got on top of her, his naked body pressing against hers in an intimate melding of sinews. As he aligned his pelvis with hers, the tip of his penis pressed against her outer folds, their lips briefly parted.
“Mary Jane,” Peter said, “I’m sorry I couldn’t get here sooner. I’m sorry I couldn’t stop Jackal before…”
The beautiful redhead silenced him with a soft finger to the lips.
“Don’t apologize, Tiger,” she told him. “You still came for me. Now, I need you to be there for me…to love me at the time when I need your love most.”
“I’ll always be there for you. I made that promise the day I married you.”
“And now, you have a chance to keep it,” said Mary Jane with a loving smile.
“More like…a responsibility,” Peter said with a grin.
He kissed her again with the utmost passion. At that same moment, he thrust his hips forward and entered her. Peter was careful, allowing his love’s flesh to envelop his manhood at just the right moment. After what she’d endured at the hands of the symbiotes, he was understandably cautious. Once their sexual union was complete, though, greater passions took hold.
“Ooh Peter!” Mary Jane gasped. “This…this is what I want!”
Encouraged and inspired by her loving words, Peter began a tender, yet heated act of lovemaking. He kept it simple, working his hips and moving his body along hers in a basic missionary position. He wasn’t as rough or fervent as the symbiotes, emphasizing the expression of love over the pursuit of basic pleasure. In wake of a gangbang that had been so elaborate and overwhelming gangbang, it seemed fitting.
Mary Jane’s moans had none of the strain from earlier. They were full of love and passion. Peter inspired plenty of them as he employed his intimate knowledge of his lover’s body. He lightly bit on her lower lip as their bodies moved, which earned him a favorable reaction. He then trailed his lips down her neck, burying his face in her shoulder and occasionally nibbling on her ear. That got an even greater reaction.
“Yes, Peter! Yes! Just like that! Make love to me…just like that!” Mary Jane moaned with delight.
Moments ago, her expression had been dazed and distant, having been ravaged by mindless creatures of lust. Now, her face radiated blissful joy at sharing this intimate act with her husband. It was a beautiful inversion, countering an act of depravity with an act of passion.
“Is it safe to say that corruption we sensed earlier is gone?” Scott asked with a bemused grin.
“Yeah, I’d certainly say so,” Jean laughed, “and in its place is something special…a spark of pure, untainted passion.”
“Is that all we’re seeing?” he questioned. “Because I’m sensing other forces at work too.”
“So am I,” she said, “but it’s not a pressing issue. Right now, I suspect our new friends have more urgent priorities.”
There was no arguing that. Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson kept making love, still oblivious to the presence of others watching them. The whole world could’ve been watching them go at it. That still wouldn’t have stopped them. They were going to complete their intimate act and share in the passion.
Peter maintained the steady pace of movements. Mary Jane supplemented those movements as well, bending her knees back and arching her hips every time he thrust into her. As their naked skin glided and grooved together, she trailed her hands over the muscles of his back. She applied extra pressure to certain areas, which got Peter to intensify the pace of their lovemaking.
It helped get them to the brink or orgasm. It didn’t take psychic powers or cosmic forces to sense they were close. Peter’s gasps grew more labored. Mary Jane’s moans became more urgent. As they neared that special threshold, a new urgency took hold.
“I’m close, Peter. I’m so…so close,” said Mary Jane, her words as desperate as her breath.
“Me too, Mary Jane. Me…too!” said Peter through heavy grunts.
For that final push, they shifted their bodies so they could share in the effort. Mary Jane wrapped her arms around her lover’s neck and Peter took it from there. They quickly settled into an upright sitting position. Mary Jane was now in her lover’s lap, her legs arched around his waist. Peter held her up by wrapping her in his powerful arms, his grip settling on her butt.
From there, their sexual movements resumed. Peter and Mary Jane rocked their hips together in a perfect procession of motions, her womanly folds slithering effortlessly along the length of his member. They gasped and moaned together, their eyes locked and their love flowing freely through each action. No words were said. None were necessary.
Together, they guided one another past the final barrier. The cumulation of physical stimulation converged with the breadth of the passion they shared. In a lab that had been the site of a devious plot and a targeted atrocity, the young couple celebrated their love in a rush of ecstasy.
“Ohhh Peter!” Mary Jane exclaimed.
“Mary Jane!” Peter gasped.
It was difficult to tell who peaked first. If the joy on their faces were any indication, it didn’t matter in the slightest.
Peter buried his face in his lover’s neck again, squeezing her hips firmly as orgasmic sensations erupted through his body. Mary Jane closed her eyes, curled her toes, and let out a moan that reverberated throughout the lab. His juices mixed with hers. Her womanhood throbbing around his dick, giving energy to that mixture. As they processed the ecstasy, his hand found hers. They interlocked their fingers and held one another through this powerful feeling. From it, a clear distinction emerged.
Mary Jane had been attacked and subdued through such feelings. Those symbiote creatures had fucked her hard and callously, triggering multiple orgasms along the way. With those orgasms came plenty of naked pleasure, but it lacked greater meaning. There was no love or passion behind it. There was nothing greater to the decadent act.
It had been an attack meant to break her and her lover. It came dangerously close, but it ultimately failed. By making love in that moment, countering a devious act with one of genuine passion, they fought back in the best possible way.
“Well, this didn’t go exactly as I’d planned, but I’d still call it successful,” said Scott jokingly.
“I agree, Cyclops,” said Jean. “Any mission that ends with two lovers satisfying one another’s passions is a success in my book.”
“We still have loose ends, but I’m in no hurry to get to the debrief,” said Scott.
“Hey! We can hear you, you know?” said a breathless Peter Parker, despite still focusing on his wife.
Scott and Jean blushed and exchanged glances. While Peter and Mary Jane bathed in the afterglow of their lovemaking, they were still aware of their situation. They just didn’t seem to mind the strange circumstances.
Still beaming from their orgasm, the young couple kissed again before parting from their intimate union. They then rose up, still completely naked, but relatively immodest about it. An awkward mood lingered between them, but it had nothing to do with nudity. They’d been through a lot and there was still plenty to resolve.
“Well, Jackal and the symbiotes are gone. My mask and costume are in shambles. My wife just yelled my name during sex,” Peter surmised.
“Next time we do it in the open like this, I’ll be sure to say Spider-Man,” Mary Jane teased.
“I appreciate that, but since these two aren’t running to the police or J. Jonah Jameson, I think they’re okay,” he said. “They also helped save us in more ways than one. I’m guessing that gives us a lot to discuss.”
“You’d be right, Spider-Man,” said Cyclops, speaking in a more formal.
“You’ve seen me naked and you’ve seen my face. You can call me Peter,” he quipped.
“I appreciate that, Peter. And I expect those discussions to be productive…also in more ways than one.”
Madripoor – Hellfire Club Lab
“We…are broken,” said a weak, distant voice.
“Shh. Go back to sleep, Venom,” Jackal whispered silently. “You’re doing what needs to be done. For that, you will get what you desire eventually.”
His words barely registered with the once-hulking creature. Venom – and Eddie Brock, by default – was a shadow of his former menacing self. Lying on a table, his form emaciated by Jackal’s experiments, he could barely lift a muscle. The same being that once lifted cars with ease was a weak as a wounded kitten. It was an unenviable, but necessary fate.
Jackal, having monitored Venom’s state since returning from New York, activated an IV drip going into his neck. He watched as the creature let out one last raspy gasp before slipping into a medical-induced coma. He almost looked peaceful. He might have been the lucky one. He got to sleep through the greater challenges that awaited.
Some of those challenges had already manifested into tangible forms. Surrounding Venom’s unmoving body were several rows of cloning vats. They were the latest models of Jackal’s cloning technology. They represented a giant leap forward in his research. Inside them, imposing figures resembling Spider-Man in his black symbiote costume hovered. They were mindless and lifeless, but extremely malleable. That made them useful for endeavors beyond acting as creatures of lust.
The Goblin Queen was pleased with the results. While Jackal wished he could’ve stuck around to see his prototypes finish off Spider-Man and Mary Jane, he understood his place in her world. She had bold plans, some of which blurred the line between ambition and depravity. However, he was in no position to judge. He just knew that by making himself useful to her, he could continue progressing to his ultimate goal.
“Soon, my dearest Gwen,” Jackal said as he gazed at the cloning vats. “We may even be together sooner than I promised.”
He checked the monitors and smiled to himself. With Venom in a coma, his symbiote flesh could be harvested and cloned in perpetuity. That flesh provided the raw materials for the Venom Studs, as Madelyne called them. The exotic, malleable nature of symbiotes provided the perfect foundation for much bolder experiments.
The Goblin Queen also appreciated that potential. As Jackal finalized the data, Madelyne entered the lab. She looked around at his work and admired his maturing creations with him. She might have been unstable, especially when it came to her perspective on things, but she respected the beauty of transcending nature’s barriers.
“Beautiful, capable, and endowed,” she said with a devious grin. “They’ll prove very useful for what I have planned.”
“They’re a remarkable achievement, indeed,” said Jackal. “The data I gathered in New York has helped refine the process. The first batch will be ready for programming in 36 hours. Whether it’s cannon fodder or props for gangbangs, they can be tailored to any task.”
“I already have several in mind,” said the Goblin Queen. “I’ve allocated more resources to scaling up production.”
“And what of the resources to refine the process?” Jackal asked. “Cloning mindless drones is one thing. Cloning a complete individual from scratch is considerably harder.”
“I know. Believe me, I know better than anyone should,” she said with a mix of humor and disgust. “That’s why I’ve already secured your next project. I believe you’ll appreciate the athletics more than most.”
The Goblin Queen handed her a small disk with a stack of pictures. The materials looked fairly recent, as though they’d been assembled within the past year. The disk had no labels, logos, or serial numbers, indicated that the data it continued was sensitive. The only identifying mark was slip of tape that had writing on it. The pictures that came with it had few details as well. They simply depicted a young, blond woman in regal, yet revealing white attire.
She was no Gwen Stacy, but Jackal appreciated the visual. Having seen the fruits of the Goblin Queen’s resources, he was already intrigued.
“Emma Frost, the Stepford Cuckoo Project, and Weapon Plus,” Jackal read. “What am I looking at?”
“The project is holdover from my predecessors,” Madelyne explained. “The former Black King had a keen, but perverse interest in cloning the White Queen, so much so that he secured a batch of her eggs.”
“You had me at cloning, but having fresh ova just sweetens the deal. How soon can I start experimenting?”
“You’re to begin immediately,” the Goblin Queen said strongly. “I want you to finish what Shaw started, but with a few important tweaks along the way.”
“What kind of tweaks?” Jackal asked curiously.
“You already saw what I did with the Venom Studs,” she replied with a devious grin. “Assume that was just a prelude to something much bolder.”
Downtown Manhattan – Two Days Later
Opportunities were only as fruitful as the visions they fostered. Professor Charles Xavier taught that to every mutant he’d encountered. He often told them that mutant abilities were opportunities. They could be used to purse the greater good. They could also be used for destruction and discord. It depended heavily on the choices they made and how they went about making them.
Scott and Jean Grey-Summers had been among Professor Xavier’s best students. They took those lessons to heart. As X-Men, they shared his vision of peace and understanding in a world that hated and feared their kind. Since embracing the power of the Phoenix Force, that perspective only expanded. Sometimes, great opportunities manifested in unexpected forms.
“So, this is it, eh? This is the site of X-Corp’s first franchise facility,” said a mildly impressed Peter Parker as he and his wife entered the vacant floorspace.
“Temporary facility,” Scott clarified, “but yes. We just made it official with Pepper Potts. This place will be the first of what we hope are many for X-Corp.”
Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson looked genuinely excited as they entered the same 30^th floor office space that Scott and Jean found so underwhelming a few days earlier. It was early in the morning. The sun had just risen over New York City, bathing the mostly vacant floorspace with vibrant light. It still lacked much of what X-Corp needed, but it now had the benefit of two people who shared their vision.
The ordeal with Jackal and the symbiotes had been bad, but it helped forge a new friendship with Spider-Man, who they now knew as Peter Parker. While Spider-Man had teamed up with the X-Men before, they didn’t get along, let alone share a vision. After helping them, they found they could help each other in ways that didn’t involve battling alien clones.
X-Corp still needed to expand. It also needed responsible, trustworthy individuals who were willing to pursue their vision. Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson proved that they were just what X-Corp needed. Peter was already a teacher and skilled in the sciences. Mary Jane was looking to change careers after a successful run as a supermodel. It took some convincing, but between connections to the X-Men and a generous salary, plus benefits, they agreed to take up the challenge.
Having met up moments ago, Scott and Jean led them to the 30^th floor of the midtown office building that Pepper Potts had showed them earlier. They had already secured the necessary paperwork, thanks to Jennifer Walters. Following the young couple through the largely vacant office space, Jean sensed uncanny enthusiasm for this new opportunity.
They’d already made their way to the east end of the floor where the rising sun illuminated the famous New York skyline. It was also the location of a small corner office, which was where Peter and Mary Jane would oversee the future of X-Corp and that future looked bright.
“It’s not the best place you could’ve picked for an emerging non-profit, but it’s hardly the worst,” said Mary Jane. “You’re not in the path of parade routes or sewer outlets.”
“We don’t need it to be a New York City landmark,” said Jean. “We just need it to establish a presence. It’ll be a place where mutants can come to connect, learn, and pursue new opportunities. It’ll also be a place where humans can see first-hand what kind of opportunities they have to offer.”
“And you still think we’re the right humans for the job,” said Peter.
“We believe you appreciate our vision more than most,” said Jean.
“We also believe you’ll be the most responsible in seeing it through,” added Scott.
Those words resonated strongly with Peter. Over the past few days, he and Jean had come to know Peter and Mary Jane well. In addition to learning that Peter was Spider-Man, they also uncovered what motivated him. That motivation, born of having great power and exercising great responsibility, provided the catalyst for the opportunity before them.
After saving Peter and Mary Jane from their ordeal with the symbiotes – and getting them some clean clothes, as well – Scott called Black Widow to help remedy the situation. She put them into contact with a SHIELD safe house that also included a medical facility. It was where Avengers in need of both treatment and privacy went when a battle went bad. While they appeared physically unharmed, they were given a thorough examination by Dr. Jemma Simmons to make sure there were no lasting injuries.
What Dr. Simmons uncovered was unexpected, but revealing. Scott dared to call it lucky, although both Peter and Mary Jane were reluctant to use that word, citing what they called “Parker Luck.” Even if they didn’t say it out loud, there was no denying that the trying ordeal yielded some unexpected benefits.
The young couple seemed reluctant to acknowledge that. They still smiled, held hands, and took in their new workspace, pacing about the nearby windows. Peter looked genuinely excited about their vision and Mary Jane looked as radiant as ever. What they went through at the hands of Jackal and the symbiotes was bad, but they got through it. They’d even come out stronger on some levels, albeit in unexpected ways.
“I know you’re probably sick of us asking, but are how are you two holding up?” Scott asked them. “Dr. Simmons recommended a few more days of rest…especially for you, Mary Jane.”
“I haven’t forgotten,” said Mary Jane, “or why she said I should spend a week in Tahiti.”
“Funny, she told me I needed only three days,” said Peter under his breath.
“You saw what I went through. You saw what those things did to me,” she went on, her tone becoming more serious. “It looked bad. And it definitely was. I was very sore in ways I’d rather not describe.”
“I’m psychic, Mary Jane. I know when words can’t do justice to thoughts,” said Jean.
“But as bad as it was, it could’ve been much worse. They could’ve hurt me…tortured me…scarred me in ways that I’d never recover from. But they did something different…something I don’t think Jackal intended.”
“That’s assuming his intentions are sane,” said Peter, “but having fought him before, I don’t think this was all him. He’s not stable, but he’s not deranged.”
“Given how it turned out, I think he might be disappointed.”
Mary Jane paused and looked at her reflection in the window. She looked back towards Peter, as well. The lasting effects of what happened to them weren’t obvious. Even psychic abilities could only hope to glean the surface of what she and her husband underwent at the hands of Jackal and the symbiotes. After surviving, recovering, and processing the greater impact of their ordeal, their perceptions had changed.
“I know what Dr. Simmons told me,” Mary Jane continued. “Medically speaking, I’m fully healed when I really shouldn’t be. And I have the symbiote to thank for that, which I find ironic.”
“And the Phoenix Force, to some extent,” added Jean.
“I hope you still believe us when we say we didn’t intend to have it bond with you and Peter,” said Scott. “Even though Dr. Simmons says it’s not sentient, I know you have an unpleasant history with it.”
“It’s only unpleasant when it tries to override your mind,” said Peter, “which this thing has yet to do.”
“And can’t do, according to Dr. Simmons,” said Mary Jane, turning back to her reflection. “Whatever the Phoenix Force did to it, the symbiote that bonded with me and Peter was fixed, so to speak.”
“More like toned down,” said Peter, reaching over and holding his wife’s hand. “It helped heal our injuries, but didn’t drive us crazy. It’s not like I can box with the Hulk or anything.”
“It’s still a big deal,” said Mary Jane in a more serious tone. “The remnants of those creatures…they’re inside me now. It may not have a mind, but it’s part of me. The same thing that tried to break me then healed me. But it doesn’t stop there. Even Dr. Simmons said she can’t surmise the lasting effects. It might not go beyond better healing and a little extra stamina, but I can already tell there’s more to it.”
She leaned in closer to Peter, who readily embraced her. She smiled at him and he smiled back, the love they shared once again showing itself. Even after a trying ordeal, it was as strong as ever. Scott and Jean appreciated that strength more than most. Having been through their share of ordeals as lovers, they knew the power of overcoming those ordeals.
“I know what you mean, MJ,” said Peter, “but at the risk of jinxing it, I won’s say it out loud.”
“You don’t have to, Tiger,” said Mary Jane. “I know you’re very superstitious when it comes to any sliver of good luck.”
“We just got jobs that pays well and includes dental. In my experience, this is usually when goblins, sandmen, and crime lords attack.”
“And now, we’re more equipped to handle those experiences,” she told him with more optimism in her tone. “The symbiote stuff inside us…I can feel it improving on what we have already. It’s less a parasite and more a catalyst. By helping us thrive, it thrives. Rather than worry about our luck catching up to us, maybe we should embrace it.”
“Prosperity nurtures other prosperity,” said Jean. “That’s what Professor Xavier taught us. That’s what we want to pursue with X-Corp.”
“And we’re in a position to do just that,” said Mary Jane confidently. “What happened to us was stressful, but revealing. It led us to this opportunity. And with these symbiotes inside us, having the power to improve in all sorts of ways, we need to pursue it responsibly.”
“You just had to steal my tagline, didn’t you,” Peter teased.
“I can’t help it if your Uncle Ben was that wise.”
“Did I say I minded?”
They couple shared a good laugh and a loving kiss. Scott and Jean smiled back at their display. Scott reached over and took his wife’s hand as well, encouraged by their new friends’ love and dedication. It convinced them both that they made the right decision in forging this partnership.
There were still concerns about the lasting impact of their encounter with the symbiotes. When she and Scott purified the creatures, they did so not knowing they’d attach themselves to Peter and Mary Jane. Jean encouraged them to get regular check-ups with Dr. Simmons. Near as they could tell, the symbiotes tendency to enhance and improve its host could only benefit them. That didn’t mean there wouldn’t be other side-effects.
After the kiss parted, Mary Jane whispered something into Peter’s ear. Immediately, his demeanor shifted. He started blushing lightly and briefly clanked over towards Scott and Jean. He then whispered something else to Mary Jane, who already had a mischievous grin on her face.
“Well, I want to say our business is complete and we can be on our way,” said Scott, “but something tells me you’re not done with us.”
“You married a psychic, Scott. I’d say it’s a little more than something,” teased Peter.
“Call it whatever you want. You’d still be right,” added Mary Jane. “There is one last loose end we’d like to resolve before you two fly out. It’s not really a need or a formality thing. It’s more like a celebration.”
“One that may or may not have been inspired by your wife’s tactics in taming the symbiote,” added Peter.
The couple parted and approached. Peter made his way towards Jean and Mary Jane made her way towards Scott. There was a flirtatious undertone to every step they took. A mischievous grin never left their faces. It didn’t take a psychic to surmise what sort of celebrating they had in mind.
Their suspicions were quickly confirmed. Mary Jane drew Scott in with her seductive person, offering a playful gesture to his unshaven face. Peter did the same with Jean, caressing her face with both hands and standing close to her so that the heat of their bodies mixed. In the vacant office under the morning light, it created a very intimate setting for all of them.
‘You think this is a side-effect of the symbiote, Jean?’ Scott asked his wife through their psychic link.
‘It could be,’ she answered, ‘or it could just be a side to them they’ve always had, but never had a chance to explore.’
‘Does it matter which it is?’
‘Not at all. Besides, if this is how they wish to celebrate our partnership, then who are we to refuse?’
‘It would be irresponsible of us to do otherwise.’
They sensed a strong desire in both of them. It reminded them of the desire they showed when they made love back at Jackal’s lab. That had been quite a passionate display and they still had plenty of passion to spare.
Scott and Jean opted to match that passion. Jean accepted Peter’s advances, drawing him into her arms and pawing his chest through his shirt. Scott reciprocated Mary Jane’s flirtatious gestures, snaking his arms around her waist and grasping onto her shapely hips. Through their touch, they both conveyed a shared desire. It was just a matter of how they were going to go about pursuing it.
“I see,” said Jean, finally breaking the simmering tension. “I guess if you’re going to adopt my tactics, we might as well give you some lessons.”
“Plus, it’s another opportunity for both of us,” said Scott. “Jean and I have explored many aspects of our sex lives, but we’ve never tried a full-on spouse swap.”
“Is that what we’re calling this?” asked Peter. “Is that some official label for married couples who like kinky sex?”
“We can just call it two married couples who liked to fuck other people every now and then. Would that make it easier?” Scott quipped.
“Call it whatever you want. If you and your wife are up for it, then so are we!” said Mary Jane.
The beautiful redhead reinforced by kissing Scott with heavy tongue and no room for ambiguity. Peter did the same, drawing Jean into a kiss that brought their bodies closer, adding to the escalating heat of the moment. Jean returned the gesture. She also slipped her hand up his shirt, feeling the toned upper body muscles that his Spider-Man costume so prominently displayed. The affectionate exchanges remained gentle at first, but quickly escalated to heavy petting and light foreplay.
Simple gestured triggered basic instincts.
From those instincts, a new desire took hold.
That desire reflected the impact the ordeal had left on Peter Parker and Mary Jane Watson. They didn’t just share Scott and Jean’s vision with X-Corp. They also shared their perspective. That extended to their unique approach to sex as a married couple.
‘Hey, Mary Jane,’ said Jean through telepathy while kissing Peter. ‘Is it okay if we swap some dirty thoughts?’
‘Whoa! That’s different, but I like it,’ replied Mary Jane, still focused on making out with Scott. ‘What did you have in mind?’
‘I say if we’re going to do this, let’s put on a sexy show for our wonderful husbands. You said you were once a party girl. Why not use it?’
‘I like the way you think, Mrs. Summers! And I don’t mean that ironically.’
The two redheads giggled tactfully as they exchanged a few more intimate gestures with their respective spouses. Scott definitely picked up on it, but Peter was somewhat surprised when Jean abruptly slipped out of his embrace. She then turned her attention to Mary Jane, who did the same. The former supermodel already had a playful grin on her face that bode well for what she had in mind.
“Whoa boy,” said Peter. “I know that look, MJ. Something’s about to happen that’s gonna make me wish I wore boxers today, isn’t it?”
“We’ve no one to blame but ourselves, Peter,” said Scott, already sensing what his wife had planned.
“What’s the big deal, guys?” said Mary Jane casually. “It’s so hot and muggy this morning. Mrs. Summers here looks so uncomfortable in those clothes. I’m just helping her get more comfortable.”
“That’s so nice of you, Mrs. Parker,” said Jean, sharing her playful tone. “I think I’ll return the favor.”
With their husbands watching with bated breath, Jean and Mary Jane met in the center of the office and kissed. It was more heated than what they’d done with the men. Mary Jane shoved her tongue into Jean’s mouth while pressing her breasts up against hers, going out of her way to be overtly erotic. Jean sensed she had done something like this before during her party girl days. She hadn’t lost her touch.
As the men looked on in awe, she and Mary Jane playfully loosened each other’s clothes. They even began swaying their bodies together, as though they were dancers at a night club. In an act that surely would’ve gotten them thrown out of most legitimate night clubs, they started undressing one another.
Mary Jane got thing started, removing Jean’s shirt and undoing her black denim pants. Jean followed suit, unzipping her fellow redhead’s pants and pushing them down her shapely legs. Mary Jane sensually wiggled her hips, showing off her butt and the purple lace panties she’d worn. It proved that she and Peter must have planned this ahead of time.
“If this is a dream, I really hope I don’t wake up,” said Peter with a goofy grin.
“Trust me, Peter. It’s real,” said Scott, sounding almost casual. “I’ve seen Jean’s dreams. This barely counts as foreplay.”
“You make it sound so routine.”
“That’s the benefit of having a psychic link to your wife. You know just how dirty her thoughts can get.”
Scott made sure his wife heard that. It was his way of daring Jean to go the extra mile. While still lip-locked with Mary Jane, she cast him a knowing glance. From there, she stepped up the sexiness.
She undressed Mary Jane with more urgency, getting her out of her pants, shoes, and shirt in short order. Mary Jane did the same, stripping her down to her underwear until they were both in their bra and panties. They then coordinated their efforts, shooting their husbands seductive glares while undoing one another’s bras. They made sure to tease them, pressing their breasts together and putting on a more tantalizing show.
“Damn! If only you knew what I was thinking right now, Mary Jane,” said Peter.
“Don’t worry, Tiger. I can make a solid guess,” Mary Jane laughed.
Rather than point out the pitched tent her husband’s pants, Mary Jane kept the show going. She and Jean kept making out, mashing their breasts together in an erotic display. Along the way, they took turns taking off one another’s panties.
In the glowing light of the morning sun, their naked bodies were on full display. Jean and Mary Jane felt each other up, sensually touching their exposed flesh. They had already worked up quite an arousal. Peter and Scott had as well. They were still fully clothed, but their pants looked much tighter. Watching two beautiful women make out and get naked had the desired effect.
“You were right, Mary Jane. Those clothes were uncomfortable,” said Jean jokingly, “but what about our loving husbands?”
“They’re so polite, aren’t they? Standing back while we get acquainted,” said Mary Jane. “I say we reward them!”
“And how do you propose we do that?” she asked, pretending she hadn’t read her mind.
“Well, those pants sure look tight. Why don’t you take care of my husband while I take care of yours?”
“Sounds fair,” said Jean without hesitation.
“Fair…yeah,” said Peter, already taken by the prospect.
He leaned back on the nearby wall for support as the naked Jean Grey-Summers approached. Scott met Mary Jane near the center of the room next to the empty desk. From there, the two naked women dropped to their knees and undid their belts. Before they knew it, their pants were at their ankles and their growing dicks hung free.
“How do you handsome studs stand those skin-tight costumes?” teased Mary Jane as she playfully stroked Scott’s dick.
“I want to say it’s tactical, but…” began Scott.
He stopped mid-sentence. Mary Jane effectively silenced him by hungrily taking his cock in her mouth, enveloping his manly flesh between her lips. Her question had been rhetorical. Her interests, it seemed, had little to do with tactical attire.
As Mary Jane began sucking Scott’s dick with focused intent, Jean quickly caught up. She had Peter up against the wall, his legs barely supporting him as she stroked his cock with both hands. She gave the underside a nice, long lick to show that she had a keen interest in oral sex as well. Peter got the message loud and clear.
“You’re a responsible superhero with a beautiful wife,” Jean said while squeezing the base of his dick. “A man like that deserves something extra from the greater cosmos.”
“I…tend say something that jinxes it at this point,” said Peter sheepishly, “so I’ll shut up.”
Jean laughed before following Mary Jane’s lead, taking the full length of Peter Parker’s cock in her mouth. True to her word, she put in the extra effort. She slurped and suckled along his manly length, twirling her tongue around the fleshy shaft. She showed off her deep-throating skills, which Mary Jane seemed to notice. She stepped up her efforts, in turn.
‘Are we showing off our gag reflex now, Mrs. Summers?’ Mary Jane teased with her thoughts.
‘Are you always this competitive when it comes to blowjobs, Mrs. Parker?’ Jean replied.
‘I married a superhero. That raises the bar on everything, including blowjobs!’
Mary Jane sucked harder, bobbing her head back and forth along Scott’s dick. He let out labored grunts, his knees bending slightly under the weight of the sensations that followed. As she sucked him, he ran his fingers through her long red hair. In his eyes, even though they were shrouded by his ruby quartz glasses, she saw a growing lust within him.
Jean did the same, embracing her fellow redhead’s competitive nature. She sucked Peter harder and faster, going out of her way to make more noise as she slurped along her member. He was more vocal as the same lust overtook him. Still leaning against the wall, the heat of such desire made the rest of his clothes just as unbearable. While she kept sucking him, he unbuttoned his dress shirt and took it off. Scott followed suit moments later.
Their dicks were now fully erect.
The desire between them was undeniable.
The two women had succeeded in their effort. They got their respective husbands hungry for sex. Now, the next part of their shared passion could begin.
“Mmm…rock hard and ready to go,” said Mary Jane. “What do you say, Mr. Summers? Want to bend me over this old desk and give me a proper fuck?”
“I’d be honored, Mrs. Parker,” said Scott with a lecherous grin. “Any tips on what I can do to make it proper?”
“After getting gangbanged by a bunch of alien creatures, I’ll settle for a good romp from a good man…preferably one without tentacles shooting out of his body.”
“That, I can definitely give you.”
Mary Jane shot him a lecherous grin of her own before rising from the floor and letting basic lust do the rest. Now naked as her, having tossed his clothes aside, he drew the former supermodel into an embrace. It helped get their bodies more acquainted, exposed skin touching exposed skin. It also gave him a chance to slip his hand between her legs and feel how moist she was. Between putting on a sexy show with Jean and sucking his dick, she worked up plenty of sexual energy.
As they prepared to make use of that energy, Jean made a move of her own. She gave Peter’s dick one last long lick before rising to her feet as well. Peter eagerly welcomed her into his arms, his hands quickly settling on her butt. Feeling his dick press against her though, Jean sensed he was just as ready.
“Tell me, Mr. Parker,” Jean said flirtatiously, “how does Spider-Man like to fuck?”
“Is that a rhetorical question? Because I don’t think I’m coherent enough to answer,” said Peter.
“Then, don’t use words. Use actions!” she said as though it were the most logical thing in the world. “I’m not your wife. I’m not some cat burglar trying to manipulate you. I’m just a horny redhead who likes to fuck. This is your chance to do it your way!”
It was the ultimate treat for someone who claimed to have such rotten luck. Another goofy grin formed on his face. Jean would’ve laughed if she weren’t so horny and ready for sex. Again, Peter stopped short of saying anything that might have jinxed the erotic fantasy playing out before him. He had his chance to hump another redhead and Scott had his. Luck or no luck, he took that chance and so did Mary Jane.
Scott and Mary Jane got things going with this spouse-swapping decadence. After exchanging some heated foreplay, he turned the voluptuous redhead around, bend her over the nearby desk, and stood behind her. Her heart-shaped butt now perfectly aligned with his pelvis, the former X-Men leader guided his dick towards her wet folds. Once aligned with her moist slit, he grabbed onto her butt and thrust his hips forward, entering Mary Jane’s womanhood.
“Ooh yes!” Mary Jane gasped. “This…this is what I wanted.”
As she adjusted to the feeling of a new cock inside her, Peter put his Spider-Man abilities to good use with another horny redhead. Having been encouraged by Jean, he grabbed hold of her waist and effortlessly lifted her up in his arms. She laughed playfully while hooking her legs around his hips and grabbing onto his shoulders. The next thing she knew, he turned her around and pinned her up against the wall, his rigid manhood already angled towards her pussy.
“Ooh, Spider-Man! So agile!” Jean said with joyous delight.
“You really want me to fuck you my way? In Spider-Man’s way?” said Peter, his playful demeanor giving way to a deeper, manlier undertone.
“Yes, Spider-Man!” she said without hesitation. “That’s exactly what I want!”
With confidence that Jean had not yet seen in Peter Parker, the young vigilante tightened his hold on her hips and thrust up into her. The feeling of his hard, erect member penetrating her depths filled her with a surge of amazing sensations. Jean sensed him put a little something extra into that first move. A man with his abilities had to hold back in intimate moments out of concern for women not equipped to handle it.
Jean was equipped.
She could handle it.
As their naked bodies started moving, with him setting a very agile rhythm for their sex, Jean became convinced that Peter and Mary Jane Watson had a wealth of untapped desires. They simply lacked the opportunities to pursue them.
‘Peter…Mary Jane…are you sensing what I’m sensing?’ Jean asked, via telepathy. ‘What you’re feeling…what you desire…you’ve never had a chance to grasp it. Now, here it is before you. Take it! Savor it! Share it with me and my husband!’
“Oh fuck yes!” Peter and Mary Jane exclaimed, almost simultaneously.
Scott and Jean would’ve laughed had they not been so engrossed in their heated entwinement. It was as if the young couple had been waiting for permission to enjoy these passions. It was as though they’d assumed they could never indulge in greater joys. Given where they’d come from and what they’d endured, even before getting caught up in the world of masked vigilantes, it seemed tragic. Now, through basic acts of estasy, those old attitudes shattered.
Mary Jane was incredibly animated. As Scott pumped his dick into her pussy, his pelvis rhythmically smacking against her butt, she made the desk rock hard under the force of their movements. She grabbed onto the side of the desk, elevating her leg slightly and angling her body so that he fucked her at a particular angle. She also twerked her hips and thighs, supplementing his every motion as hardened masculine flesh slithered within moist womanly depths.
She also made a lot of noise and not just with her moans. Mary Jane was surprisingly vocal during heated sex. The native New Yorker in her really showed.
“Fuck! Oh fuck! Ohhh I love to fuck! I love to fucking fuck!” Mary Jane cried out.
Her choice of words surprised Scott, but it didn’t appear to surprise Peter. His wife’s lurid spirit showed in how he fucked Jean. Armed with Spider-Man’s strength, poise, and agility, he let his actions do the dirty talk.
Peter put extra force into every thrust, pushing his cock up into Jean’s pussy as far as it would go. In doing so, he hit those special nerves that were so difficult to hit. It also pressed her harder up against the wall, which wasn’t the cleanest surface for sex. She couldn’t bring herself to care, though. The feeling of her naked skin grinding against the hard surface while he held her up with his enhanced strength, pumping into her with an agility that would’ve strained most men, was nothing short of spectacular.
“Yes! Yes, Spider-Man! It’s amazing…spectacular!” Jean moaned.
Her blissful cries mixed with Mary Jane’s, reverberating throughout the confined office in the process. She was starting to get competitive too. If Mary Jane was going to enjoy fucking another woman’s husband so thoroughly, then she would do the same.
The added competition got their naked bodies rocking harder. Escalating sensations soon followed. Jean quickly worked herself to the brink of orgasm. The increasing vulgarity of Mary Jane’s words hinted that she was close too. For Mary Jane, however, there was a different kind of urgency.
Pleasure had been used against her with Jackal and the symbiote creatures. This beautiful act had been weaponized in an effort to torment her. That simply couldn’t stand. To fully counter Jackal’s perverse effort, she had to reclaim that feeling.
“Oohhh I’m gonna come! I’m gonna come! I’m gonna…fucking…come!” the former supermodel panted.
There was no stopping her. She clung harder to the edges of the desk, arching her lower back and elevating her thigh so that the last few thrusts hit just the right areas. When she crossed that magical threshold, she threw her head back, closed her eyes, and let out an orgasmic moan that doubled as a big middle finger to Jackal.
“Oohhh fuck!” Mary Jane exclaimed.
The whole room echoed with her euphoric cries, as if to set the bar for ecstasy. Under the light of the morning sun, Mary Jane Watson put on a brilliant display of orgasmic theater. The way her body shook and shuddered was beautiful. Even with cosmic perspective, it was quite a display.
Mary Jane was so loud that Scott couldn’t even let her know that he was close too. The tight contractions of her pussy around his dick help get him to the brink as well. Mary Jane seemed to sense that. While shuddering under the weight of orgasmic delight, the beautiful redhead rose up, grabbed his wrists, and guided his hands to her breasts. From there, she encouraged him to give her fleshy mounds a good squeeze.
That did the trick for Scott. He climaxed on the spot.
“Mary Jane…fuck!” was all he got out, mirroring her profane rhetoric.
The heated movements finally settled. Scott kept his hands on Mary Jane’s breasts, kneading them with both hands as he achieved his desired release. His member tensed inside her still-throbbing folds, releasing a stream of fluid that mixed with her juices. Burning hot pleasure erupted through his core. As he took it in, Mary Jane playfully leaned back and kissed him. She made it a point to use extra tongue.
Not to be outdone by such erotic theatrics, Peter stepped up his efforts with Jean. He shifted his grip to her thighs, pushing her legs up at just the right angle so that he could get in extra deep. Each thrust of his hips drove his manly flesh into her, rocking her body and pushing her to the brink. He might not have been psychic, but Jean’s expression gave it away. She was about to climax too.
“Ooh Spider-Man! Spider-Man! I…I’m ready…to come!” Jean gasped.
“Mmm…I love making redheads come!” Peter teased.
He buried his face in her neck. He also gave her earlobe a little nibble. Either Scott somehow told him Jean loved that or he figured it out through some other superpower. Whatever the case, it had the desired effect. Jean climaxed.
“So…amazing…yes!” she exclaimed.
Jean wasn’t as loud as Mary Jane, but she was still overtly theatrical. She bent her legs and curled her toes, raking her nails over Peter’s back while her inner muscles throbbed in accord with her orgasmic release. They left visible marks, as if to leave a lasting impression on Peter Parker and his wife.
He must have liked it too because he climaxed soon after. He might have even revealed to Mary Jane that he liked it when beautiful women left such a mark on him.
“Oh fuck, Jean! Fuck, I’m coming!” Peter gasped.
He bent his knees and tightened his hold on her, letting out a deep grunt as he shot his load into her womanly depths. His manly body pressed hard against hers, her breasts mashing up against his chest. It was a raw melding of flesh, full of intense desire and lust. While still swimming in an orgasmic daze, Jean cast him a beaming smile while caressing his clean-shaven face. He smiled back before sharing a tongue-heavy kiss of their own.
‘Whatever that feeling was,’ Jean sent Peter and Mary Jane via telepathy, ‘that perspective that you never had a chance to see…I can safely say you’ve embraced it. I’m genuinely surprised by how much you’ve embraced it.’
‘You’re not the only one, Mrs. Summers,’ replied Peter.
‘Peter, we just had sex and enjoyed every second of it. You can call me Jean.’
‘And since your husband fucked me so well, I’ll call him Scott,’ Mary Jane said, laughing while she and Scott kissed.
‘Works for me,’ replied Scott.
‘And even if we’re on a first name basis, that doesn’t mean we’re done surprising you.’
‘We’re not?’ said Peter.
‘Of course not, Tiger. You remember our honeymoon. You know when it comes to sex, I rarely get knocked out in round one.’
Peter’s thoughts fell silent, but he kept grinning, even after his lips parted with Jean’s. Scott and Mary Jane parted as well. They each broke their embrace. Scott withdrew from Mary Jane and Peter lifted Jean off his dick so he could set her down. While the two men needed to catch their breath, Mary Jane gestured towards Jean, beckoning her to join her.
“What do you say, Jean? Want to put on another sexy display for our wonderful husbands?” Mary Jane asked.
“I’d love to,” said Jean with renewed enthusiasm. “You do know how to put on a show, Mary Jane.”
“Trust me. You ain’t seen nothing yet!” she said boldly.
Her charisma was intoxicating. Scott and Jean were astonished by how much she’d taken to their unique perspective on intimate matters. Peter didn’t look the least bit surprised, though. In fact, he looked proud of how Mary Jane conducted herself.
“You don’t look that shocked by your wife’s attitude,” commented Scott.
“I’m not,” he said with a beaming grin. “Mary Jane has always had a sexy side to her. It was only a matter of time before she unleashed it in a new way.”
“You sound excited.”
“Believe me, Scott. You should be too.”
Peter had barely caught his breath, but that didn’t stop him from moving in closer for a front row seat. Scott joined him, standing close to the desk on which he’d fucked Mary Jane moments ago. As soon as Jean arrived, the show began.
Mary Jane kept the sexy energy flowing. She threw her arms around Jean, pulled her into a messy kiss, and guided her onto the desk with her. Still naked and now covered in a light layer of sweat, she pulled her on top of her and began a heated make-out session.
It was not gentle.
It didn’t leave anything to the imagination, either.
It was pure, unapologetic sexiness for the sole purpose of making Scott and Peter want to fuck them again.
“My God,” Scott gasped at such a display.
“Told you,” said Peter, already getting aroused by the spectacle.
Mary Jane was rough and energetic with her gestures. As she hungrily kissed the other redheaded, she wildly roamed her hands over her naked body. She even gave Jean’s butt a light swat, which got a reaction from both her and Scott. Almost immediately, he began getting aroused as well.
Their breasts mashed together.
Their legs and thighs became entangled, exposed skin rubbing up against their pussies.
Various sexual fluids dripped down their thighs, revealing that they were still very aroused and very eager for more sex. Neither words nor telepathy were necessary to get the point across. While Scott and Peter enjoyed the erotic show, their own desires made them feel inclined to participate.
“I don’t think I can just watch anymore,” said Scott, his voice laden with renewed lust.
“Then, don’t watch. Join in!” said Mary Jane, abruptly parting from Jean’s lips. “Come over. Kiss us. Eat our pussies out. Get horny enough to fuck us again!”
“Yeah, don’t let us have all the fun!” said Jean playfully.
Scott and Peter exchanged looks and laughed. Two beautiful women just invited them for more sexy fun. That was all the incentive they needed to share in the spectacle.
In doing so, the erotic display quickly morphed into chaotic succession of sex acts. Mary Jane and Jean kept making out at first. When the men joined them, they supplemented their wives’ efforts by throwing in some intimate gestures. Scott gave Jean’s butt another light swat. Peter waved his semi-hard dick between their faces, which they both eagerly licked in the midst of their messy make-out session.
Eventually, the erotic activities escalated. Still remaining on the desk, Jean and Mary Jane adjusted their bodies so that Peter and Scott could give them oral sex. Just as they’d done earlier, they swapped spouses. Peter ate out Jean’s pussy while Scott ate out Mary Jane. As their husbands got the two women aroused, they continued kissing and groping each other, putting on a sexy show for their men. That show soon evolved into more sex.
Peter bent Jean over the desk, just as Scott had done with Mary Jane. He then fucked her from behind, pumping his dick into her pussy with the same vigorous rhythm that Scott had displayed earlier.
Scott laid Mary Jane on her back, grabbed her by the hips, and guided her pussy towards his dick. Showing some upper-body strength of his own, he hammered away into the redhead’s moist depths. In watching Peter fuck his wife, his competitive side showed. He soon had Mary Jane’s naked body rocking as hard as Jean’s.
The two women let out a fresh round of blissful moans. They each benefited from the competitive nature of their male lovers, which they gladly encouraged.
“Ooh! Jean…your husband fucks me good!” Mary Jane cooed.
“Mmm…so does yours,” Jean purred. “You think he can fuck as hard as mine?”
“Don’t know. Can you, Scott?” said Mary Jane, eyeing Scott with her seductive gaze.
Peter and Scott picked up on what was going on. It did little to stop them.
“They’re goading us, Peter,” Scott said.
“You’re surprised?” he joked.
“Nope! Just making sure…you know the stakes.”
“I know. With beautiful redheads…believe me, I know!”
The two men stepped up their efforts, fucking the two eager women harder and with little restraint. As their naked bodies rocked, they supplemented their sex with plenty of erotic gestures. Scott buried his face in Mary Jane’s breasts while Peter kept swatting Jean’s butt with one hand while fondling her clit with the other. Their moans grew loader and the feeling intensified.
The room soon reverberated with echoes of moans and grunts. Knowing the stakes, Peter and Scott fucked the two horny redheads into more orgasms. When they finished shuddering and writhing under the weight of the pleasure, Jean and Mary Jane rewarded them with more erotic theatrics.
They made the desk the centerpiece of that show, using it to indulge in various sex acts while giving their husbands plenty of motivation. The size and shape of the desk proved perfect, giving them plenty of room to kiss, grope, and fondle one another in plain view of their male lovers. It kept them excited, aroused, and eager to participate. There was just as much laughter as there were cries of ecstasy.
It was intense, but playful.
It was raw, but fun.
It was elaborate, but basic.
Through the various acts and the positions that came with it, their erotic activities never came off as more than two couples sharing in their love of sex. After what Jackal attempted to do with the symbiote, using such acts to torture and subdue, it felt so fitting. Peter and Mary Jane recaptured that intimate joy that he tried to taint. Scott and Jean just gave them some added motivation.
After numerous activities that rocked the desk and filled the room with a decadent musk, the two couples tapped the last ounce of their sexual energy. For that final gasp, Scott had Mary Jane bent over the desk again. Peter had Jean in a similar position. Their bodies were aligned just right so that Jean and Mary Jane faced each other. Through a final fury of movements, they achieved one last shared orgasm.
“Again! I’m fucking…coming…again!” Mary Jane panted.
“Me too!” said Jean. “Open your mind! Let’s share it!”
“I’m ready, Jean,” Scott told his wife.
“Hell yeah! Me too!” said Peter.
Jean did what had become an uncanny skill during sex. Using her telepathy, she opened the channels of her mind to Scott, Peter, and Mary Jane. With some creatively kinky tweaks, she made it so they all felt it when they climaxed. It was the perfect finale for an amazing show.
“Ohhh fuck!” they all exclaimed simultaneously.
As an orgasmic wave washed over each of them, the movements stopped. Their sweaty, naked bodies trembled under their final release. This time, they watched one another as they indulged in the ecstasy. Seeing their respective spouse fuck the other made it a uniquely personal spectacle that they actively shared.
As if to cap it off, Jean and Mary Jane leaned across the desk and kissed. The fun was officially over, but their newfound connection had just begun.
‘What you’re feeling…this open joy of life, love, and connection…it’s yours now,’ Jean sent Peter and Mary Jane. ‘Cherish it. Celebrate it. Use it to make your world better. By sharing this with you, Scott and I trust you’ll do so responsibly.’
That message resonated strongly with the other couple. It showed in the way Peter and Mary Jane reacted. Peter drew Jean into a gracious kiss. Mary Jane did the same with Scott. It helped convey what could not be put into words or thoughts.
With beaming smiles, their naked bodies radiating with afterglow, the two couples finally parted and rejoined one another. Peter welcomed Mary Jane back into his arms, kissing the side of her head as he sat down with her next to the desk. They both needed to catch their breath, but looked as content and hopeful as ever. Scott and Jean did the same, sitting right across from them with Jean resting her head on Scott’s shoulder.
“Thanks again for this opportunity, you two,” Peter told them. “I know we’ve told you that ten times today. And now that we’ve swapped spouses, we’ll probably say it twenty more times before the week is out.”
“Maybe great sex can count towards that,” joked Mary Jane.
“You don’t have to keep thanking us,” said Scott. “We trust you to pursue our vision responsibly.”
“The fact we also trusted you to share in our sex life should help make that clear,” added Jean.
“Oh, it did! It definitely did!” said Peter.
The two couples laughed as they shared in the afterglow. There was still plenty of work to be done. There were also questions that needed answers. What happened with Jackal had been troubling, but what could’ve been a tragedy for Peter and Mary Jane Watson turned into an opportunity.
“I promise we’ll do our part to make X-Corp’s first office in New York successful,” said Peter. “You have my word on that.”
“Whether it’s teaching mutant children or putting on sexy shows, we’ll put in the effort,” added Mary Jane with a coy grin.
“Just let us know if you want to join in those shows ahead of time,” said Peter with a similar grin. “You two are an uncanny couple to say the least.”
“Your love is every bit as amazing,” said Jean. “Never forget that, no matter where it takes you…or who you choose to invite to those shows.”
“Don’t worry. We won’t forget,” said Peter, kissing his wife again to help affirm that point. “As for the invites, that’s another story.”
“And I look forward to exploring it, Tiger,” said Mary Jane curtly, hinting that she already had ideas.
The former supermodel leaned in and whispered something in Peter’s ear. His eyes widened, as did the grin on his face. Whatever she told him got him both excited and hopeful for their new path, which apparently extended to their sex life.
Scott and Jean smiled back, sharing in their hope for the future. They hadn’t just forged new friends and a solid partnership for X-Corp. They helped a couple in love discover a new side to themselves, opening them up to a world of new passions. That gave them the assurance they needed that their amazing friends could handle the challenges to come.
“And you’ll have plenty of opportunities,” said Scott. “Jean and I still have others to forge. We came to New York for one reason.”
“As if a trip to New York can ever be restricted to a real estate deal,” sighed Jean.
“But after this encounter with Jackal, we may have to stick around a bit longer. We still have questions that need answers. And we may have to make a few more connections to get them.”
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