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The Seductive Spider-Harem	By : rubicon541 Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 84774 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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The sun was setting over Murray Hill in Manhattan, and a red haired woman in a tee shirt and jeans was looking out Peter Parker's bedroom window. "The view from my place is better," she said, finally.
"No shock," Peter said. "I saw Tony off."
"Any words of sage advice?"
"It's Tony. He split the difference between ruffling my hair, calling me a good kid and giving me a quarter and recommending vitamin shots for sexual stamina." Peter grinned. "Where're the others?"
"Cindy took Gwen out to get a milkshake or malted or chocolate egg cream or whatever the kids get today. Ollie went with them." Mary Jane looked back over her shoulder. "Believe it or not, we are actually alone for a few minutes, Tiger."
"Yeah, well. Don't believe it. Ollie may be with them but that doesn't mean she's also here. She can do that. Heck, that's one of her more understandable powers." Peter chuckled. "MJ... when you... when you have direct experience with her wishes you'll see... she's... comprehensive."
"Direct experience meaning sex?" Mary Jane smiled, a little ironically.
"Probably." He paused. "We have had sex. I mean, Ollie and I. A couple of times. It's..."
"Peter? Swear to God? I do not need to hear the end of that sentence." Mary Jane looked back out the window. "And of course you've had sex with her. And with Gwen. And you're going to have sex with Cindy. And with me. And probably all kinds of combinations."
"MJ... if... if this is too much--"
Mary Jane laughed, weakly. "That's my line, isn't it? 'It's all too much, Peter?' God. You weren't here, listening to Tony talk about..."
"About?"
"About the day he was almost you, but ended up Tony instead."
Peter chuckled. "Sounds like he made the smart choice."
"No." Mary Jane turned back around. "No, he didn't. Peter... we've had massive ups and massive downs with Tony, and he is a hero. But he's no Peter Parker. And... he knows that, and he's not too happy about it."
"Are you kidding me? Tony Stark is the textbook definition of success in effectively everything I ever tried to do." Peter paused. "Except photography. I don't think he's as good a photographer."
"I wouldn't know. Peter--"
"No, wait -- he created holographic image capture. He's better than me at photography. He hits for the cycle."
"Tiger, shut up and listen."
Peter blinked, shut up, and listened.
"Tony is successful in all kinds of stuff, because when he was confronted with the worst demons in the world, he flinched and closed himself off. And it didn't help that when he was at his lowest, his friends and loved ones weren't there for him. All except Jim Rhodes, and Tony talks about Rhodey differently than everyone else in his life." Mary Jane wrapped her arms around herself. "He told us about... well, a lot of things. A real low point. But he said something in passing. About a woman -- Virginia Potts. Pepper. Do you know her?"
"In very extremely passing. She's got a suit. Rescue, she goes by."
"That's the one. I met her when we were reabsorbing Tony's old companies into Stark Unlimited. She was still running Stark Reliant. She still is, actually. Out west. Vivacious, beautiful redhead. And after Tony fell into a bottle so hard he almost died... after his company was destroyed again, and trauma surrounding a couple of people he won't even call his friends who he clearly wanted to be friends with... apparently Pepper Potts told him she loved him dearly and please for the love of God leave her and her then-husband alone because Tony Stark brought nothing but trouble." Mary Jane closed her eyes. "He asked me if that sounded familiar."
"Hey -- MJ... no. No it's not like--"
"Yes. It is, Tiger." She opened her eyes. "I walked away from you because I couldn't handle your life as Spider-Man, or the danger you put me in, or... God, I don't know all the justifications I used, again and again. Just like Gwen walked away from you because she couldn't handle your 'unreliability,' back in the day. I said I couldn't handle the super fights or the threats or all the rest. But you know what? We broke up and a superfight still trashed MJ's downtown. I moved to Chicago and opened Jackpot and a superfight trashed that. You were nowhere to be seen, Peter. And then I went to work for Tony Stark, and I got thrown in the middle of a ton of that. I even wore the Iron Spider armor at one point!"
"Seriously?"
"Seriously. Peter, my life didn't get safer or less interesting because you weren't in it. It just got lonelier because you weren't in it. And I remembered the day we broke up that last time... when Carlie walked out right alongside me. Leaving you alone. Alone in your once-again-wrecked life, until you showed up to crash on my couch because you'd lost everything, and even then I kicked you out as soon as I could."
Peter shrugged. "It's not... it's not the same thing, MJ. There's a difference between being caught in a superfight or working for Tony Stark and being so closely connected to a super hero. It's like being a cop's spouse times a hundred. My life is crazy high pressure... I can barely handle it most days. And when we were together, you got to have all the same high pressure but none of the ability to do anything about it. That's not... MJ, I didn't blame you for leaving."
"I know. I blame me, Peter." She shook her head. "Everything with the Goblin, with Harry, with Ben Reilly. With Jonah and Robbie. With Otto -- God with Otto. Morlun and the inheritors and all the rest... all of it... and you couldn't walk away from any of it. You lost Parker Industries and you couldn't walk away from that. You just had to put up with it. You got shafted over your doctorate, and you couldn't even explain yourself. The same as when Jonah fired you over that photo. You've had to live with all of that and juggle it and do your best and oh, by the way? Save the entire city a few dozen times in the process. You got to have the worst parts of being an Avenger and none of the perks. You got... God Peter, there's too much to recount and I tapped out of it. You can't. You can't ever tap out. But me? The love of your fucking life? 'Oh, hey -- thanks for saving me all those times, but nope! I'm out!'"
"MJ... you didn't... you don't need an excuse and you get to dump me. My life is that crazy."
"Sure. Of course I do. I get to look you in the eye and say 'Peter, I love you but I hate our life together. Goodbye.' I get to really, honestly dump you. But that's not what I did. What I did was leave you, but make it your fault because bad things kept happening to you and around you. I got to claim that I loved you totally and gosh if only you did things better I'd stay but you didn't so it's all your fault. And that was bullshit." She turned away. "It was bullshit when I did it. It was bullshit when Gwen did it. It was bullshit when Pepper did it to Tony. You know -- she ended up divorced anyway, even though Tony wasn't there to make her life magical Hell. Because it wasn't Tony's fault. She just slammed the door on him when he needed her. Just like I keep doing to you."
Peter closed his eyes. "MJ... I have never... not for one second doubted that you loved me."
"I know." She snorted. "And here we are, Peter. I'm back in your life. And guess what, so's Gwen. And not only is Cindy here? I fucking called her and told her to fuck you. Felicia's our next call. And who knows who else. All to surround you and fuck you and love and support you and maybe, just maybe, use your connection to Ollie to make the world a better place. And all that doesn't even count Ollie." She looked down. "I'm back in your life, but not for the reasons I should be."
Peter looked at Mary Jane. He walked over to her, and hugged her close. "It doesn't matter why you're here," he murmured. "I needed you, MJ. I needed you and you came. And you're remaking your whole life over it."
"As it turns out? I'm going to get paid pretty well to do that," she murmured back.
"Yeah, well. MJ? I'm confused as Hell right now. I spent the whole night making love to Gwen last night. Just... reconnecting. Letting myself believe she was real. Today, you were here and Cindy's here -- and Cindy walking into the room makes my brain do weird things. Literally. My spider sense--"
"I know. Psionic love connection."
"And on top of all that, I have a sex djinn. And... she's... needy, MJ."
Mary Jane shifted, to look at Peter while still holding him. "Needy?"
"She needs to be... used. To serve. To grant wishes and desires. I get the feeling she gets... squirrelly if she doesn't. I can't free her without destroying her. But... using her that way..." he laughed. "I had sex with her on the subway, MJ."
Mary Jane blinked. "I had to entice you to fuck me on a Fire Escape, and she got you to fuck her on the train? Empty car?"
"Packed. Some kind of fantasy fetish thing out of Japan."
"Chikan. It's not just Japan. The zipless fuck packed like sardines, the girl helpless but overwhelmed with desire, the stranger fucking her. Jesus, do you just not use the internet?"
"So not my point. I don't know what -- who I'm supposed to be. Am I your... boyfriend? Am I Gwen's? Am I just a player?"
"You're not just anything, Peter." She looked to the side. "There's something we don't know."
"What?"
"Something... Gwen told me. Something I can't tell you, because of a very good reason that has nothing to do with this. Something that explains... why there's this ache between us, that we feel as a sharp pain when we're together and a longing hole when we're not. Something that... maybe Ollie can help with and maybe she can't. But it's there and it's real and because of it there's no right answer to who you're supposed to be. There's just who you are, and who I am, and who Gwen and Cindy and Ollie are." She looked back. "Despite Cindy's best efforts to name this thing 'Fuck Club,' we're the Spider-Harem. And a Harem aren't the bits on the side. They're the wives and concubines. Plural. We're in a whole new thing, Tiger, and we're all confused. But you know what else we are? At least... what else I am?"
"What?"
"Horny as fuck." Mary Jane smiled, almost fiercely. "Tiger, we've literally been talking sex all day, and I'm finally alone with you, and we're wearing all our clothes! How does that work?"
Peter stared, then grinned, letting Mary Jane go and stepping back. He peeled off his shirt, showing the Spider suit on underneath. "Not as well as this does," he said, undoing his pants.
"That, I agree with." Mary Jane peeled her t-shirt up and off her body, revealing a black lace bra full to overflowing. She turned, slightly, slooowly unzipping her fly. "This may be a harem, Tiger... but I know damn well who's first, here."
Peter watched Mary Jane slide the jeans off her legs. Her legs were astounding -- long in a way you hear about but don't usually see. They drew your eye to the almost sculpted perfection of her ass, held within a black thong that matched her bra. Her stomach muscles were well defined -- she didn't look weak or passive. Mary Jane was a healthy, strong, s hapely, unbelievable knockout, and when she wanted to stun you, she could.
And Peter? Wanted her to stun him. He'd managed to get his costume off, standing up and looking at her. He was sleek as always -- his body wiry, with almost no body fat and well defined muscle. He had various scars -- he'd had an interesting career -- but there were very few men who looked as good naked as Peter Parker. And if he didn't have Thor's mighty thews or biceps? His own muscles were as masculine as you could ask, and he could lift ten tons over his head so it wasn't like he felt weak.
Mary Jane tossed her head, the mane of fiery hair she was so well known for, flying up and falling into a planned chaos, giving him an intense look even as she freed her breasts from her bra, letting it slip off her shoulders and down to the floor. She leaned back, arching -- Mary Jane was a full-on supermodel, and there were generally two types of those... the rail thin European style model that hung the latest clothes off their frames, and the hardbody swimsuit model who got the cover of alleged sports magazines. Mary Jane was firmly in column B.
Peter swung his body around Mary Jane, like a dancer sliding across the floor, scooping her up into a kiss and hooking her thong with his fingertip -- using his 'wall crawling' ability to adhere to the fabric, sliding along her body as he leaned her low, the thong being slid down her legs. Mary Jane lifted one leg, bending her knee smoothly, as though this were a dance move they'd practiced a hundred times, withdrawing one leg from her thong and then half-curling around Peter's body, kissing him more intensely...
Peter half-spun again, falling back and kicking up, landing on his bed with the redhead on top of him. She held her body tensed against the move, again shifting with long practice, and then slid her body over his. She lifted her head back, breaking the kiss, letting her red hair fall on either side of Peter's face, framing it as she looked down in his eyes. For this one moment, Peter and Mary Jane were alone in a world bordered only by her fire-red hair.
"I've missed this," Mary Jane murmured.
"I've missed you," Peter said, a smile trailing along his lips.
"I'll bet," she said, shifting her hips and feeling his erect shaft pressing against her thigh. "I could just engulf you right now, Peter Parker, and you would moan and push up and let me ride you for all I'm worth."
"I'm game if you are," he whispered.
"Oh, I'm game... but you have to play the right moves..." She slid down his body, trailing that hair over his face, letting him smell her shampoo's floral notes before flipping her head back. She was spreading his legs, crouching between them and looking up at his face. "So Gwen said something fascinating while you were off with J.J.J.," she purred.
"Oh did she? Whatever would that be?" Peter asked, seeing his cock erect right in front of where Mary Jane was crouched. It was an unbelievably erotic sight, especially with that smile on her lips, just inches away.
"A-pparently... Tony Stark's been wanting to titfuck me since the day he hired me," Mary Jane said, smiling a bit more. "I really wonder just how much Ollie showed Gwen when she was being pulled through time."
"You and me both... and hey. Tony has taste. And eyes. And a penis. So, I can't say I'm shocked..." Peter was smiling a bit more.
"Oh, me either. Me either. But, assuming that's going to eventually happen as part of Spider-Harem operations..." Mary Jane leaned up, letting her breasts hang down unsupported, sliding them over Peter's cock, letting it push them apart. "Well. I'm not going to do anything with him that I haven't fully tested with you."
"...and I appreciate that," Peter moaned, softly.
Mary Jane settled back, sliding a hand to either side of her breasts, pressing them together to engulf Peter's cock. She then leaned down, shifting to give her mouth access to his length. With a single move, she deepthroated his cock, then slid up and off, sucking and making Peter moan.
Thus made damp, Peter's cock felt the warmth all the more as Mary Jane returned her breasts to either side. She began to massage, her eyes finding his as she worked and coaxed. Years of familiarity and understanding combined with months of absence to sharpen both their skills and desire, and Mary Jane wasn't afraid to leverage it all.
Peter moaned more, shuddering, hands clutching his duvet and legs tensing as she kept massaging, sliding his cock in between the warmth of her breasts. Titfuck they called it, and that's what was happening all right... he moaned more. "...MJ..." he said, almost choked up. "I can't... I don't think I can hold..."
"Did I tell you I wanted you to hold back?" Mary Jane purred, and shifted, eyes still on his, moving her head closer, rubbing faster now, opening her mouth and angling his cock right at it...
"Oh God," Peter hissed... he felt the fire coil in his loins... his muscles all tense... the edge of his spider sense firing, keeping him from reflexively bucking or kicking or otherwise hurting Mary Jane as he exploded. God, there was so much, splattering on her face, lips, the tops of her breasts, into her mouth....
Mary Jane smiled a tiny bit, letting Peter exhaust himself, then holding herself there for a long moment, before sliding back to a kneeling position, her breasts sliding over Peter's almost painfully sensitive softening cock. She kept looking in Peter's eyes, licking her lips -- when she found time to apply deep red lipstick was a mystery, but the white of Peter's cum stood out against them dramatically. She slid her hands over her breasts, finding the cum he had left there, and began massaging it over her tits, strawberry nipples so erect. "Yeah," she said. "I don't think Tony will ever get that show, do you?"
"...MJ? Right now I don't remember what Tony even looks like."
Mary Jane smiled, moving her stomach and body, almost rippling as she did so. Her body was so well toned... her movements hypnotic. "There's only one other thing I have to say about him. He suggested... vitamin shots for stamina?"
"...yes?"
Mary Jane smiled, eyes finally breaking contact with Peter's, looking down at his cock. She reached down and worked it with her fingertips, feeling it stiffen in her hand even as Peter felt a rush of stimulation over its still-sensitive flesh. "Yeah. You've never needed them. Your refractory period's less downtime and more a fastboot."
"Oh baby, nerd joke me," Peter murmured, smiling. "Nerd joke me hard."
Mary Jane slid forward, moving a knee to either side of Peter, who slid his legs back together. She crouched over his once again erect cock, and moved slowly down over it... letting her vulva part over his head, clenching and releasing as each new inch slid into her warmth. She made an almost guttural groan as he filled her, eyes closing. "...Peter... God..."
"...oh damn, MJ... is this... is this forever? Do we finally get to let this be forever?"
"Let's..." Mary Jane slid forward and back, grinding her pussy lips along the base of Peter's cock, rocking his girth against her g-spot. "Let's find out..."
And then she was moving. Slowly at first, but then faster... using her inner muscles to clench and relax, teasing and playing. With Gwen, the sex had been both passionate and sweet, but though she hadn't been a virgin her inexperience led to it being a very different thing. With Ollie, the sex was almost... unreal, as she blurred fantasy and reality. But here, with Mary Jane... Peter was in the hands and cunt of an expert, most particularly in the art and science of obliterating Peter Parker's mind.
"Oh... Christ, it's been so long... so..." Mary Jane sounded almost wild. Peter felt the edges of his spider-sense again, letting him move and shift exactly as Mary Jane needed. If she was an expert in him, he was an expert both on and in her, and he wasn't going to let her forget that. "T-Tiger... I--"
Peter knew that broken sound in her voice... knew what the sudden clenching of her inner muscles foretold... and pulled back as much as he could -- making her hiss with sudden denied need--
Peter thrust in, pulling down on her hips, and felt Mary Jane convulse with orgasm, her hips and body writhing as she made a noise Peter doubted anyone else, lover or not, had ever heard from her.
With a growl, Mary Jane began to ride Peter, rising and falling, clenching with each lift and releasing with each impalement. Her abdomen almost moved like a belly dancer's in front of him, her breasts bouncing and sliding with the speed and effort, sweat coating her body as she gave in to an almost animal need. Peter thrust upward, moving with her, meeting and matching her and moaning louder and louder himself as he pushed closer... closer... closer...
"Yes... do it!" Mary Jane hissed. "Take me! Please!"
Peter cried out, grabbing at her hips and pulling her down, driving upward, getting as deep as he could, feeling her own renewed orgasm tearing through her body as she threw her head back. "I do!" she squealed into a near shriek of passion as Peter erupted inside her, his seed pumping into her again, and again...
It was almost dark outside Peter's bedroom window when the two next spoke. Mary Jane was nestled in the crook of Peter's arm, shifting and kissing along his ear. They didn't have a blanket or sheet. Just man and woman, nude, almost entangled together. Shameless in the purest meaning -- having no shame at all with each other.
"What did you say?" Peter asked, absently.
"Mm?"
"When you came. You said something."
"Mm? Dunno. Probably nothing." She stretched, still pressed against him. "So... the respawn point in that vault. That's... that's a good idea, Peter."
"Thanks. I just... I don't..."
"You don't want to worry that you'll fail to save one of us. You don't want me to replace Gwen as the martyred love. You don't want to lose us, or yourself. I approve heartily." She chuckled. "But it's not enough. Spider-Harem... we're concentrating people you care about in a single endeavor, Peter. Sure, Silk can take care of herself and so can you, and I'm pretty tough and Gwen apparently has a mean uppercut, but... it's not enough."
"What do you mean? No, better question. What do you suggest?"
"The obvious thing. Spider-Harem -- each one of us -- needs to be able to save ourselves and each other." She nestled. "I think you're going to need to use Ollie... make a wish."
"A wish?"
"Sure." She let her eyes half-close. "Me and Gwen? I think you need to be our origin story. I think you need to fuck superpowers into us."
Peter blinked.
"Yeah, okay," he murmured. "I can do that."
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