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Spider's Web Trilogy - Primal Hunter	By : Shadow-Of-The-Guardian Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 29691 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-Spider's Web Trilogy - Primal Hunter
- 2-Chapter Two - The Gathering Part Two
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Disclaimer: Do not own anything of Marvel Comic and their characters such as Spider-Man/Peter Parker, Silk/Cindy Moon and Red Sonja. I also do not own anything of Capcom and their characters such as Devil May Cry's Lucia. I also do not own anything from the Darkstalkers/Night Warriors series and their characters such as Morrigan and Lilith Aensland. I do not make nor seek any form of profit from this story. I do this on my own time and dime.
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Author's Note: Thanks to the reviews, I was informed of some very interesting magical women characters that I didn't consider. After reading up on their bios and their stance in the Marvel Universe, they could actually fit well with what I have planned. Keep in mind I don't want to add too many because I plan on having this story 'ride the fence' for the most part. Think back to the comic book story arc “The Other” where Peter was asked a question after his death and rebirth.
“Are you one or the other?”
Will Peter accept the Spider as the Protector? Or will Peter accept the Spider as the Hunter?
Guess the women will be the tipping point for Peter Parker. Now, onto the story.

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Chapter 2: The Gathering - Part Two

-Ancient Times in Hyrkania-

In the world of the supernatural, there was much that was both known and unknown despite the claims of various texts, cults, and practitioners would have one believe.
What is known is that anyone with the heart and the will can practice the magical arts whether they are for good or ill intentions.
What is unknown is that all forms of magics are indeed connected in that they are the life blood of the universe and the realms that they are a part of.
It is unknown facts like these that often arise questions that on their face value have no known or understandable source.
This is what plagues the thoughts of several supernatural beings that both occupy the world as well as across the span of time.
The Red Goddess Scáthach, a being that had been had seen much in her unfathomable existence in time, had learned many lessons when dealing with mortals and their world. As much as she was a part of the world, she knew there were things that even eluded her sense of logic and required actions that only in the end would make any form of sense to either her or those she had to choose as champions.
Some times it was the reasoning of Fate or Destiny that could at best explain the path before her and her champions.
And there were times where something even greater than Fate or Destiny was behind the shadows.
Right now, Scáthach could feel that there was something happening. It reached out from the distant future as easily as a hand reaching down to grab the sand on a sandy beach. But this hand also felt all too familiar to her and to her current champion who was known throughout the land as 'the She-Devil With A Sword'.
There had been several times where Red Sonja had teamed up with warrior that was chosen by the Master Weaver to be it's champion against the power-mad sorcerer Kulan Gath. Those times when it became necessary for their champions to team up against a common enemy, Scáthach could only send Red Sonja's spirit to the future and only into the body of someone who had a deep connection to the Spider.
Sadly that connection no longer existed which for a time kept the Spider and his world out of reach and Scáthach was amenable to that set of circumstances. But because of that loss of connection, something very much unexpected was starting to replace it and it felt to the Red Goddess that it was something incredible dangerous. Dangerous because this new connection's potential was beyond the depths of comprehension for those within the mortal world. Scáthach was aware of the influence the Master Weaver had and the roles of it's champions played through time. With the world full of beings that easily transcended mortal limitations and some beings were gods in their own right, it was best to know who could be seen as ally and foe.
But now, things had changed. Or more to a point, the roles had changed. Scáthach could feel the balance beginning to change and the Master Weaver was near the center of it.
It took some effort on her part but Scáthach was able to ascertain the focal point of the change and it didn't truly surprise her at the revelation of it.
The one her champion had allied herself to on several occasions, the one called Spider-Man, was at the focal point of this change. The balance that this Web Warrior was in charge of protecting was now shifting but unclear as to how and in which direction. The only time Scáthach had seen a change of this nature was the time before Atlantis sank into the darkness of the oceans. Though Atlantis wasn't destroyed, the path it was now on was completely different and left a void that was later filled with elements both powerful and dangerous but ultimately unexpected.
This was similar but to leave it unchecked was an option that Scáthach felt she couldn't ignore like with Atlantis. Her only choice that she could see clearly enough was to send her champion to the future and ensure that balance either was returned to it's original state or to ensure that the change to the balance did not fall into the shadows.
It wouldn't be the first time Red Sonja ventured into the future to fight along side the Web Warrior but there was the possibility of something more that could be done once the two encountered each other.
For all the champions that Scáthach had chosen over the ages, Red Sonja was the first to have abide by the rule that she could not lay with another man unless he defeated her in fair combat. There had been others that adhere to the rule for lengths of time but in the end, those before Red Sonja gave into what they felt was the desire of their own hearts.
Red Sonja held a will that kept her focused on the path she had chosen for herself. A will that was easily connected to her own heart and it was exceptionally rare that both were in perfect harmony with the other. But there was one thing Scáthach had also noticed about the woman and where the journeys of the world had taken her.
Because of her being sent to the future and inhabiting the body of someone who was deeply in love with the Web Warrior, this union left an imprint upon Red Sonja. Scáthach saw several moments where Red Sonja had almost given to the desire's of the woman whose body she inhabited. But in retrospect, Scáthach realized that it wasn't just desire that influenced Red Sonja. It was the woman's genuine and unconditional love for the warrior that Red Sonja felt when the two of them shared their existence. It was the kind of love that easily touched Red Sonja's own heart and awoken that which the woman had only a very few times allowed herself to feel.
Scáthach had felt this change within Red Sonja and had for a time worried on how it might affect her. Ultimately the Red Goddess believed that what was left within her champion's heart would fade and she would find another that might be worthy of her hand in marriage if and when that day would come.
Now it was no longer that simple.
Scáthach could feel the love that touched her champion's heart still live within her after all this time. The bond between the Web Warrior and his beloved had been severed by magic but the love that was the foundation of that bond didn't die. That love was now part of Red Sonja and with each passing day, it continued to grow in strength. It was now starting to become strong enough to where the Red Goddess herself could hear the gentle whispers being made to the 'She-Devil With A Sword' as she slept.
Her contemplations about how best to handle the mortal situation offered very few other options. While she preferred to have her champion remain here and protect those that were innocent from those that would see the world in ruin, Scáthach knew that there would be times where the only action to be taken was as obvious as the rising sun.
“Time to summon Red Sonja and give her the choice. To see if she will follow her will or her heart.”
Scáthach felt a small smile grace her lips in response to her outspoken words. “But somehow, I feel she had made such a choice long ago.”

-Present Day Wakanda-

The Panther Goddess had never been one to care what happens elsewhere in the world. Such matters never really concerned her. Especially since she had left her homeland of what the mortals called Egypt centuries ago and became the protecting deity of Wakanda.
During those days in Egypt, her role for worshiping was known to the mortals as the embodiment of music and dancing. But she was also worshiped as the sole personification of passion and of pleasure.
In both Egypt and Wakanda, the Panther Goddess was known by several titles. She was known as Lover and the Warrior, the Mother and the Protector. But whatever title she was given, her true was something she rarely let anyone else use even if they were remotely familiar to her. Even when she chose the new Black Panther, all addressed her as the Panther Goddess.
Her role that she had established for herself for Wakanda was not of the Lover or the Mother but the Warrior and the Protector. In time, she might allow her name to be known formally but for now, Bast would remain to be known as she currently is.
But now the times were changing unpredictably, even for her. That was something Bast felt and it greatly worried her.
Bast remembered the moment in time where she had allowed Dr. Doom to take the entire vibranium store from Wakanda and how it felt as though she was betraying a part of herself in that event. The argument that the mortal gave her was a logical one, in how that with all the conflicts that happened around the world would lead to the downfall of the majority if not all of humanity.
Bast had seen the multitudes of possibilities for humanity's future, for Egypt, Wakanda and the world as a whole. There were promising futures that could happen, that was never in doubt. But each one became more and more fleeting for the unbalance that came with all the battles and their aftermaths had been growing exponentially between the 'heroes and villians' of the world.
Still, Bast felt that it all came back to that moment when a person the rest of the world and even Wakanda, the nation she willfully protected that wasn't even the land of her birth, saw as an egotistical tyrant with delusions of godhood. The Panther Goddess even remembered hearing the proclamations of the man once he had used the vibranium and combined it in a matter no one else in the world or in its past ever thought possible. He had gained a power that he claimed rivaled other cosmic power sources he had once wielded and from Bast's point of view, it wasn't a mere proclamation.
While Bast understood the decision T'Challa made in rendering most of the vibranium in the world inert, it had created an unpredictable future that would threaten to destroy Wakanda despite the efforts that went into rebuilding it. Especially when it was made undeniably clear to Bast that there were people within Wakanda itself who would rather see it destroyed then deal with the world and it's multitude of influences. These people fully believed they were stronger than any other nation in the world and had no need for anything except for what was within their own borders.
How foolish mortals tended to be when their views of the world is as narrow as the last ray of light from a setting sun.
Bast had come to protect Wakanda and it's people when the vibranium meteorite fell to its lands centuries ago. The result of the meteorite hitting the land caused innocent people to be turned into what at best could be described as demons when exposed to the material in it's initial unstable state. Her chosen actions lead to the creation of the Wakanda's protector and champion, the Black Panther to defend the land from these and future threats.
Now, with the nation's future more uncertain than ever before, Bast couldn't help but worry about what the coming days would bring and how would the people of Wakanda handle them.
Unfortunately, that was before she felt something change in the world. The likes of which she had never felt before save for the day the Asgardians disappeared and Thor's enchanted weapon, Mjölnir fell to Earth. Even when Thor returned to the world and brought back the Asgardians from wherever they had disappeared to, the ripple effect caused by their disappearance, their last Ragnarok as it were, could not be compared to anything else as of late.
Until now.
Bast had met more than one warrior over the ages that was chosen by the Master Weaver to be it's champion to the world as well as to what it called 'The Grand Design'. There were even times when the Web Warrior and the Black Panther fought along side by side to fight back a threat either to the world or to Wakanda. There was always an unspoken truce and comradely between the two who wore the mantles of protectors.
It was through all of these of her own personal experiences did she understand the current warrior champion of the Master Weaver. Bast had looked into the one called Peter Parker, looked into his very soul and realize he was probably the most perfect example of being worthy to wear the spider mantle. For his faults, there was a level of strength within him that could rival even the most famed heroes of the past and present. The people of Wakanda had created the trials to see if those who wish to be the Black Panther were worthy of the honor. Bast never really understood why the Master Weaver would simply choose someone to be it's champion and not test them to see if they were worthy at all. For a time there was a ritual to imbue a person with the powers of the spider but that practice disappeared into history and was soon forgotten almost by all.
Almost except for one.
It was because of this one being's meddling into things beyond his limited understanding that the ripple effect he had created had come full circle. It was what Bast felt was the change happening in the world. Those ripples this mortal had created were now coming back and were touching everything and everyone that a connection to what most of the world called the supernatural. How far and wide where these ripples were reaching was what worried Bast the most.
In her view, the time had come to consider something she had never thought would happen. She may have seen the multitudes of possible futures in numbers beyond mortal counting but there were some where even she didn't believe would come to pass. Of all of them there were two in where the Web Warrior was involved.
Bast saw him as possible the greatest champion ever to the Master Weaver or the leader of a force that would rival the gods that walk this world.
It could go one way or the other and the event that would become the tipping point was not set. When it would happen was something even Bast could not see and it was something she could not leave to chance. The stakes were too high for even someone like herself to ignore.
The Black Panther was the chosen champion to protect Wakanda but despite what some would believe, Wakanda was as much of part of the world as was any other current nation. And sometimes protecting the world required actions of the unexpected.
The current Black Panther, Shuri, sister to T'Challa would follow whatever path was before her for the good of her country. She was by no means a politician even though she was of the royal bloodline so she didn't fall under the tradition of having 'warrior wives' to protect her like brother and all male Black Panthers before her.
For the sake of the future for the world and for Wakanda itself, Bast would have to charge Shuri with a responsibility along with the role of being a close comrade to the Web Warrior. The Panther Goddess knew the woman would not take well to what she would be charged with for she was warrior yet to be fully tempered and focus like her brother T'Challa.
Bast was aware that sometimes there were other avenues in where protecting didn't require combat experience or extensive knowledge in various fields.
However, Bast would never tell Shuri of one of the possible futures she saw where in her arms was her daughter and by her side was the Web Warrior as her husband.

-North Atlantic Ocean-

Few had walked the lands of the Earth in a time before the coming man, when the world as a whole was something only few mortals could imagine. Even beings who practice in the occult and walked in realms of the supernatural did not know what a Primal Earth really looked like.
One such being who had been there when it all ended for her kind and watched the beginnings of man looked out to the distance under the clear night sky. There was no moon which allowed the stars to shine bright. This gave the being a kind of reminder that for all the centuries that had passed, things remained the same up in the heavens as they did below the Earth where she had spent in forced slumber.
As of this moment in the night, her golden yellow eyes stared out in a specific of the horizon for her past was behind her while she steadily headed towards what she felt in every fiber of her being was her future. Her body, to anyone who knew her truly, was as beautiful as it was deadly and ached because of a feeling she had thought no longer existed. An all too familiar feeling that she wasn't about to let slip from her grasp after all this time.
It amazed her that despite all the changes to the world, something as old, maybe older than her and family, still existed.
Shiklah remember why her father had put her into her sarcophagus and hidden her away those centuries ago. Their family was at war with the various vampire clans who had all united for the sole purpose destroying them. She had lost her brothers when the war was just outside of her home and her father didn't want the last of their own kind die in the madness. He told her that she would awake when the war had run its course and she would arise to see their family reborn.
When the war itself ended, Shiklah did not know but she did know whatever remained of her family was territories itself. It did cause her to feel some sadness knowing that her home wasn't even staggered ruins or that the only left her knew of her family was the one who called himself in this day and age Dracula. She remembered that he was there along with the other vampires destroying her family all because of his pure greed nature.
Shiklah might've been grateful when she was released from her sarcophagus but it was quickly clear to her that Dracula had only done so in order to unite the monster realm under his rule. The Lord of the Vampires' ambition was to conquer the world and declare himself a god to all. It was a goal Shiklah herself wouldn't mind achieving but she found it strange that Dracula had not achieved this goal and apparently required her help.
Or rather, her hand in marriage.
Shiklah played along with Dracula and his grandiose ambition until the opportunity to escape presented itself. Whoever the individual calling himself Blade was, he was more than enough of a distraction to escape into the world.
It was during her time where she travel to the human city called Paris did her knowledge of the new world steadily increased.
Learning that what was once her way of life had become no more than fantasy at best for the race of man was definitely something had not expected and found difficult to come to terms with. Though the world was well aware of demigods and practitioners of the supernatural arts, the common person still didn't believe there were things born of the dark as well as of the light. It was through this knowledge that Shiklah came to better understand the reasoning behind Dracula's motivation to force her to become his bride. As powerful as the vampires were both in her time and now, there were many individuals that exceeded the strength of the vampires and the monsters that they could command.
Such was a green monstrosity known as the Hulk and another that the mortals called a mutant who could control everything that was metallic. Shiklah had scoffed at the idea there was someone that was born mortal who was so strong that he was given the nickname 'World Breaker' and how dangerous another mortal born could be even if all they could do was manipulate metals on a whim. It was only when she 'persuaded' a mortal to show her what she wanted to know on what was called a 'tablet' did she have to accept some new truths to the new world. Such truth as there were beings out there that were more of a threat to the world than Dracula could currently claim but these same individuals also claim to be the world's protectors.
Even now, with said 'tablet' in her hands and lap as she sat cross-legged on the bow of the cruise ship, Shiklah was still searching the 'super information highway' for more pertinent facts about these heroes.
There were many of these individuals that called themselves the protectors of the innocent and they all ranged from everything that Shiklah could imagine and some that she never would have even in her own time. Never once did she believes gods or even their children would walk the Earth and not enforce their beliefs upon the people. The best example of that in her opinion was the one called Thor. When his legend started centuries ago, the people who followed him and his family were called vikings and they were really no better than pirates. According to the information Shiklah read about the culture, more often than not did these vikings do anything more than take whatever it was they wanted and kill anyone that was in their way. Even if those in their way was their own people.
Admirable in Shiklah's view but clearly they didn't have the drive to take themselves far and establish themselves as a world power with Thor's power on their side. To command an element of nature and wield it to it's absolute limit all around the world. To actually become an element of nature clearly told all that this being, this Thor Odinson, commanded a power that should be respected or face a wrath that would leave countless dead in his wake. Shiklah might have considered this being a worthy mate but the more she read about him, the more she felt he would only be worthy of being nothing more than a meal to her.
To fight along side other individuals that combined would wield a power greater than anything else in the world and bring it to it's knees but only to go so far as protect it seemed like a complete waste. Shiklah at the very least could see their actions in protecting the world if they were the ones ruling it. But to allow beings that were no better than the common insect to wield their authority over those who could easily destroy such insect in just their passing left a bitter taste with her.
Then again, it was possible the person who previously owned the device she was using was the result of her having a bitter taste in her mouth.
Shiklah couldn't help but let herself remember the moment when she first encountered the man after she had snuck onto the cargo ship. The man was using the device to look at strange imagery from what she could see. Such images that showed females in clothing that really weren't that different than her own doing moves and stances that didn't seem all that relevant to her. They seemed relevant to the man as he would make a comment about something they had done. Why he kept saying over and over about the female 'shaking her fat ass' or did he actually use the word 'phat'?
That was another thing she found was both strange and further proof that the race of man was nothing more than insect if not cattle to the superior beings that had existed long before they ever crawled out of the mud. If any species can create multiple words to which all have the same absolute meaning, then nothing said is truly what is meant and some of these insects define their very existence with what they say outloud.
Regardless, Shiklah had made the decision to see how the man would react to if he saw something similar within hands reach.
No sooner than when he was alone and out of sight and earshot of everyone else on the ship, probably because he was actually trying to find a secluded spot, is when Shiklah made her presence known just by walking up to him. The language he spoke was a bit hard to understand at first but his actions were as clear as crystal. All Shiklah had to do was let him actually get close to her and wait for him to lay his hands on her self. It was no surprise that the man paid more attention to her chest area at first. Even more so when Shiklah allowed the being to remove her upper top enough to expose more of her skin.
Shiklah humored the man for a couple of more seconds before she felt it was time to stop playing with her food. Giving him a couple of chaste kisses before sealing her mouth against his. She saw the look of pleasure on his face quickly switch to concern and then terror when he realized something was wrong with a kiss from Shiklah.
The ancient one slowly drained the lifeforce out of the man. It could be said that she had been out of practice and wanted to savor her meal or see the effects of taking a man's lifeforce but in the end, all that was left of the being that Shiklah fed off of a was something that was barely more than skin and bones. Shiklah had never been one to clean up after herself after a meal and old habits die hard even for beings like her. But she had decided that for the time being, the less her presence is unknown to the world the better off she would be.
It was no different in throwing away a used napkin in where Shiklah tossed the dried up remains over the side of the cargo ship. However, her action did gain the attention of two workers who notice something flying over the side of the ship and fall into the ocean.
In the mean time, Shiklah continued to do some more research with the device now that she had a better understanding of it. One of the best thing at being the kind of succubus that she was, and quite possibly the last of her kind of succubus in the world now, was that she could not only take their life force but their knowledge as well. Another reason why the man she had fed upon left such a bad after taste since most of the knowledge he possessed was so banal that it made stagnate pond water seemed fantastic.
“Skree!”
Shiklah looked up to see the familiar sight of her pet dragon Bug flying down to her. While her needs for sustenance were rather specific, Bug's needs weren't but Shiklah was completely unsure if anything that Bug used to eat was still around. She let her pet dragon fly around the ship and see if there was anything that might be of interest to Bug.
Since it wasn't too long ago that she let Bug loose on the ship, Shiklah thought Bug came back with a full stomach or had yet to find something edible for him to eat.
Bug was indeed a dragon even though he was no bigger than what humans called house cats but that was where similarities of what house pets were ended. Shiklah remembered when she first met Bug and how much spirit he had even for something his size. A couple of vampires from her time tried to make sport out of Bug but it backfired when he was able to set all three of them ablaze in one breath. Bug had all the reasons in the world to be proud of himself and Shiklah thought of nothing else that would prove him worthy of being by her side.
“Ah, Bug. Find anything on this ship that you find yummy?” Shiklah said while extending her right arm to be a perch for Bug.
The pet dragon landed and gave Shiklah a nuzzle against her right cheek before replying in it's own manner. “Skree. Skree.”
“So there was something that was tasty, huh? What was it?” Shiklah waited until Bug finished describing the meal he just had. She went through the knowledge she had obtained from her last meal and seemed to find something that matched the description. “Guess these particular insects can actually achieve something worthwhile even if the name of it is called spaghetti. A very strange name for simple noodles and sauce.
“Skree. Skree. Skree.” Bug replied to his master.
“So that bit on the side of your mouth isn't something or somebody's entrails.” Shiklah used her index finger to remove what she had first thought was blood and guts off the side of Bug's mouth but knew now it was spaghetti sauce. While Shiklah needed lifeforce as a main source for her sustenance, she wasn't above trying something new if it had piqued her curiosity.
Shiklah licked her finger clean of the bit of spaghetti sauce and found the taste of rather unique. Something she hadn't expected nor experienced before her she was forced to sleep away centuries
“Hmm, the culinary abilities of this race seems to be more than meets the eye. Guess I shouldn't write them off completely.” Shiklah said to her pet.
“Skree?” the puzzled look that Bug gave Shiklah added to the question he had asked to his master.
“Well, to start with, this weak species fights against it's own kind more than it does against any other kind on this world. According to their own history, they are more than aware that there is more to this world than any single one of them knows but they prefer to attack their own for reasons that actually defy common sense. Well, our kind of common sense.”
Bug asked Shiklah what she had meant by that. “The best example I can give you is this individual, a human named Adolf Hilter.”
Shiklah showed her pet a picture of the man who by all accounts ruled the area that was now called Germany but went by a different name eons ago. The succubus didn't really want to admit it but she could see this human understood power and the willingness to use it to enforce an iron rule.
“This mere human sought to take control of the world and establish an order would that bended to nothing else in the world. From what else I've seen in their history, there has been no one else who has even dared to openly pursue such a goal. This human had his people and countless others willing to fight and die for him for they believed in him more than all the deities that walk this world. I think the main reason he failed was that he failed to realize the stubbornness that his own race was capable of.”
“Skree….Skree, Skree, Skree.” Bug replied which made Shiklah actually let out a laugh.
“Yes, there are some traits that our kind shares with their kind. I won't deny that nor the potential some of them have.” Shiklah said before looking back out towards a specific direction on the horizon. “And there is one out there who has something I never thought would actually be around in this kind of world.”
Bug followed his master's gaze but saw nothing that it believed would warrant Shiklah's attention. As much as Bug wanted to question what his master was doing, the young dragon decided to keep it to himself since he knew better than to question any choices Shiklah would make.
That day when she saved him from some other dragons who wanted to turn him into a meal, Bug knew he owed her his loyalty. He didn't mind being called Bug even though Shiklah knew his real name but for as long as he lived, he would remain by her side.
Shiklah herself went back to her own musings as to what it was that was guiding her to a part of the world so far from her homeland. It was even a part of the world she had never even remotely visited before her father put her to sleep all those centuries ago.
But ultimately her reason for this journey was something her own father had said to her. She had once asked her father if there were others like her and their family in the world. She didn't know much about the world, barely even went to the limits of their owned territories.
Her father told her that as they were above those that her kind fed upon to sustain themselves, there were those that were above them but they very rarely interacted with anything below their station. He went on to elaborate that what created them and the world were beings that represented the primal forces that have existed beyond all known memory. Beings that should ever the situation arise where they interact with their world that her father warned never to interfere with their plans or designs.
Shiklah asked her father why but was simply told that the reasoning for that was the same as putting one's hand into a fire and keeping it there. She could see it as something of a warning, that these primal entities were so powerful they could easily sweep anything aside as the wind would move a fallen leaf across the ground. But there was something else that she could tell her father had never considered.
In fact, if it wasn't for her run-in with Dracula, Shiklah might never have thought along these lines when she first sensed the power in the distant horizon. It was clear that the great 'Lord of all Vampires' wanted more power and sought out any means to obtain it, including having to marry one who for the longest of times considered an enemy that had to be wiped out. Though it was more status and actual power, Shiklah could understand that aspect but saw it as a more desperate move on Dracula's part if anything.
Shiklah wasn't about to let herself become a pawn in someone else's game in this new world. But as strong as Shiklah knew herself to be, she also knew even she couldn't fight against a whole world. There was a power out there in this world, the likes of which she had never felt even in her time. A power she would use to bend this world to her will and burn all who would oppose her.
That thought alone sent shivers of excitement up and down her spine at what would happen when, not if, she would take hold of this power. All she knew for a fact was that the possibilities were probably even beyond her wildest dreams.
“Hey, lady! What are you doing up there?!”
The smile that was on her face quickly disappeared when she turned to see who it was that noticed her from where she was sitting on top of the cargo ship's many containers. Seeing it was more humans and quite possibly familiars with the one she had feasted on, Shiklah idly wondered what she was going to do with these two. It was only curiosity that helped her in deciding her course of action.
Jumping from the spot where she was just sitting and landing in front of the two humans, Shiklah took on a rather provocative pose in front of the men. One that she had seen from the videos she saw earlier.
“I was just wondering….what it feels like?” Shiklah said while making sure the two men in front of her had their attention more focused on her puffing out her chest. She also made sure to adjust her clothes to reveal more of her sizable cleavage to the men in which she saw that their eyes were firmly locked on that and nothing else. Not even the fact that Bug was more or less in plain view above them and watching everything unfolding.
Eventually one of the men managed to mumble out a question as to what Shiklah had said to them. She could see in both of their eyes that higher reasoning functions were currently suspended. It did somewhat disgust her that this particular species is more the less the dominate species when their actions practically screamed they were more like cattle than masters.
How Dracula had failed to conquer them all these years only proved how weak he was to her at this moment.
Walking towards the men in the same sultry way that she had seen on the video clips, Shiklah walked up to the man on the left and got up close and very personal. Shiklah made sure to pressed her chest up against the man while wrapping her arms around the man with her right hand right being right behind where the man's neck and head connect.
“What does it feel like….when you're being drained of your blood?”
Shiklah didn't give the man a moment to response before she sealed her lips against his. His protests were muffled but could still be heard clear enough to tell the other man he wasn't enjoying what was happening to him. This was more reinforced when the man saw the woman sink her fingers of her right hand into the base of the man's skull.
“What the Hell?!” the other man yelled out after seeing that. Not only did the man's protest became even louder, which was more than enough to tell anyone who was within earshot that what Shiklah did was causing him intense pain, but there was another sound that could be heard despite his protests.
The best way for the sound to be describe at the moment was as if a shop-vacuum cleaner was being used to suck up something that was both a solid and a liquid at the same time.
Even with the man struggling in the woman's hold, the other managed to see an act going on with the woman that literally sent fear the likes of which he had never known before now into his very soul.
The woman's throat was showing that she was swallowing.
With the man turning a sickly shade of pale and his eyes, ears and nose having something oozing out of each of them, it was more than enough for the lone observer to tell him that this woman was no human being and she was doing something that was killing him.
But before the man could do something to save his friend, his first and last act in the situation was to see what made the 'Skree' sound from above and to feel the flames of fire being intensely breathed onto him.
Bug noticed that the other man was about to do something that might harm his master and so decided to act. After setting him ablaze, Bug made sure to keep his fire breath on him long enough until the man stop making sounds and thrashing about while covered in flames. Bug looked back his master after making sure the other man had become nothing more than charred remains and saw that she was actually enjoying herself.
The pet dragon knew his master could easily just absorb the man's life essence with just a simple lip contact but there were times where Bug knew his master would like to have a little fun with her meal. Looking back at the charred human corpse, Bug would also admit that there were times it also enjoyed having a little fun with it's own meals as well.
While Bug decided to see what human tasted like after thoroughly cooking one, Shiklah continued to drain every drop of precious life sustaining fluids from the man who was slowly dying as a result of her 'kiss'. She could feel his struggle to break free become weaker and weaker along with his muffled sounds of protest. Since she also held the man close to her body while she drained him, Shiklah could feel the man's body starting to, as the humans would say, deflate like a balloon.
It was after several more moments did Shiklah release the man from her grasp and watch as he slowly fell to the floor with his last sounds escaping from his throat being of a weak dying moan. This wasn't the first time she had done this with her prey but it was the first time she had done so with a human. Her species of succubus were capable of draining the lifeforce out of any living being but they were also capable of draining them in about the same manner as a vampire would drain one of it's victim.
The main difference between the two was that whenever Shiklah drained someone in this manner, they were more desiccated than being merely drained of their blood. Sure their remains were more of a gooey mess and barely unidentifiable after being drained in this fashion but it was sometimes more enjoyable for Shiklah in feeding this way. There was actually an expression she recently learned of that put it in a better perspective.
Draining the lifeforce out of everyone all tasted the same to her, like chicken as the humans would put it. It was fulfilling but always the same no matter who or what she drained. But draining them of their entire lifeblood instead showed her that they all had a different taste to them no matter what. Of course there were some that tasted awful and others tasted like honey but there was more variety.
“Hmm….” Shiklah licked clean her own lips and fingers that she embedded into the man's skull, savoring every little bit. “A hint of spice and something else….something I'm not familiar with.”
“Skree!” Bug called out, taking a moment from eating the charred remains to speak to his master.
Shiklah looked at Bug and then looked at the remains of her meal. She rummaged through the inside coat pocket and found what was called a flask. Opening up the container and taking a sniff of the contents inside told her what Skree had meant.
“Ah, whatever this liquid is, he had it in his blood and lots of it. It definitely gives him a different and unexpected after-taste.” Shiklah said to Bug before pocketing the flask in a small carry bag she had taken from the same man that she took the computer tablet from before feasting on his lifeforce. “Guess that means there's something else going for these humans. Whatever they eat or drink gives them an added flavor they wouldn't have on their own.”
“Skree. Skree.” Bug replied.
“You're probably right. Maybe that's why Dracula hasn't really conquered the humans. He was always someone who preferred exotic tastes more often than not and maybe he found that these humans would be a better kind of food source if left to their own vices.” Shiklah thought for a moment before realizing something she had previously overlooked and using the computer tablet to verify the notion that came to her.
The information she sought was where in the continent that she was heading to might have the most concentration of extraordinary individuals. There were several areas on the North America continent that Shiklah could choose from but one piece of information that she saw told her that regardless of the various location, the place called New York City seemed to be a focal point. Whenever there was a gathering of either super powered individuals or an event that would affect the world as a whole, the starting point would be there before it would spread.
Shiklah used the global positioning system application on the computer tablet to find where in the ocean was the cargo ship that she was aboard.
“Well Bug, it looks like we are heading in the right general direction of where I want to go. But I don't think we're getting there fast enough. Do you?”
“Skree. Skree. Skree.” Bug replied before flying over to land on Shiklah's shoulder and nuzzling the left side of her cheek.
“You're right. The longer we're out in this sea, the better the chance is for someone else to take what we both know is mine and mine alone.” Shiklah gave Bug an affectionate scratch under his chin before walking towards the bridge of the cargo ship with the full intent of taking control of the ship. “I just hope there's enough crew left to tide my hunger over once I take control.”
“Skreee?” Bug asked to which Shiklah gave the pet dragon another affectionate scratch under his chin.
“Don't worry. I'll make sure there's enough for you as well.”
Shiklah was pleased that her little pet dragon was pleased with her promise. She noticed how Bug enjoyed eating the charred human body and like herself, was curious how else to prepare their meals with these humans.
But her curiosity wouldn't be satiated at all until she reached her destination and sought what it was that was calling out to her. Shiklah could only imagine what she would find and what she could do with this primal power.

-New York City-

Anya Sofia Corazon had once thought that her life wouldn't get any stranger than the day when she got caught in a secret war between two secret societies.
No doubt that the adventures she had when she assumed the name Arana and became something of a teenage vigilante was part of the package that came with her having mystical tattoos placed upon which allowed her to have the abilities of a spider. Not that she was complaining about it since the man who put the mystical tattoos on her body, a mage for the Spider Society named Miguel, did so to save her life. And having superhuman abilities was always a plus in her book.
But never did she expect, even with all the experience she had gained over time in things that were of the supernatural, that there was a possible connection that she would have to ensure for the greater good. A connection that was kept from her until she reached age where it was felt she would be in her prime for breeding.
She thought that when she started calling herself Spider-Girl after inheriting the uniform from Julia Carpenter when she became the new Madame Web was that the most she had to look forward to was the day she would change her name from Spider-Girl to Spider-Woman. Sure there would be the occasionally adventure against some hidden threat to the world or ordeals in being a teenager who is secretly a superhero but nothing like this ever crossed her mind. Especially when it was Julia Carpenter herself that told her of this.
Right now, doing some night patrol in her neighborhood by swinging among the rooftops was in truth an attempt to forget what the clairvoyant had told the teenager. Anya had learned through her previous experiences with Cassandra Webb, the original Madame Web, that visions from the future tend to happen whether anyone wants it to happen or not. Even when future events are manipulate to create other outcomes in anyone's favor doesn't mean that the final outcome will not be what was originally foreseen.
That was a fact she had learn when the Kravinoffs captured and killed Mattie Franklin using Cassandra Webb against her will in order to see into future events with the ultimate goal of resurrecting Sergei Kravinoff, otherwise known as Kraven the Hunter. Mattie was used as a test subject to see if a 'spider's death' would allow a 'hunter' to be reborn. For all the manipulations and effort the Kravinoffs had done to see their plan succeed, all of it turned out to be a waste of near epic proportions. Kraven was ultimately brought back from the grave but not in the way the other Kravinoffs had worked towards.
If it wasn't so Frankenstein horror-like, Anya would have found it rather ironic that the Kravinoffs had a map to the future and yet still couldn't achieve victory.
Unfortunately, because of their messing with future events and the 'Web of Life', Julia had informed Anya that future generations of 'spiders' were now in jeopardy. The only pieces of information that Julia could tell, or in Anya's view was willing to tell, was that even though there were others who could wield the powers of the spider at the moment, Spider-Man was the original 'spider' for this generation. Julia elaborated that Spider-Man had more than just a passing influence with all the other 'spiders' and even Anya could attest to that. Spider-Man was the core reason all spider-powered heroes were heroes by proving time and time again that he could overcome challenges that most individuals would falter if they themselves would face. And if he could overcome those odds, so could they while being heroes in their own right.
Anya agreed with that testament about Spider-Man. She had imagined herself in some of the situations that Spider-Man had dealt with and found that she would be hard pressed to make the same decisions he made. Even Julia admitted to Anya that if someone like Spider-Man wasn't around when she was Spider-Woman and Archane and even now as Madame Web, there were lines she would have crossed and justified those choices as being for the greater good.
Anya asked Julia if the reason why the future was in such jeopardy was because no one like Spider-Man would be around to teach them how to be heroes. The teenager quickly caught the tell, a visible twitch in her left eyebrow that jumped above the rim of the woman's dark sunglasses, before Julia spoke that hinted she was deliberately withholding significant information related to the answer. All Anya was told was that Spider-Man was at a crossroads where the decisions he would make would affect the Web of Life. Julia said that for all the possible outcomes that she could see as a result of the decisions Spider-Man would make, there was only one that truly guaranteed the survival for the Web of Life.
That was when Anya had questioned both her hearing and Julia Carpenter's sanity.
Well, not so much as sanity as flat out asking, “Are you crazy?!”
Even now, that part of the conversation still played over and over in Anya's head while she continued to swing from one building to another.
“You should know by now that I don't just say anything of this nature unless it has to be said.” Julia said while basically facing down a fuming teenager.
“But you're….you said...I mean, my God! You want me to get Spider-Man to knock me up!” Anya couldn't remember how many times she was asked for something that seemed ridiculous. Even after it was all said it done, some of those requests still seemed insane than logical. “I'm still a teenager and no doubt Spider-Man is older than I am. Where in the Hell do you get off asking a teenager to get pregnant while she's still in high school?!”
“I'm asking a young woman, not a teenager, to take a more active role in being both a hero and an ally to Spider-Man.”
“And be there to teach the next generation of spider-powered heroes, or as you said, bring about the next generation of spider-powered heroes!” Anya was about ready to leave but felt that Julia needed to be given a piece of her mind.
Of course Anya forgot that Julia could see the future given that the state of her emotions were highly excited. It actually frustrated Anya more when Julia replied to the teenager's opinion before it was spoken.
“Your feelings for him are as genuine as the hero Spider-Man is for the city regardless of what is said on media networks.” Julia said in order to bring Anya back to the point of the conversation. “We were both there in that basement when we heard what both believed was Spider-Man's death at the hands of the Kravinoffs. I know my own feelings but I saw in your eyes that night that you had the regret of not telling him how much you cared for him after everything he had done for you while asking nothing in return other than to be the hero that you are.”
Anya would never openly admit but she did care for Spider-Man. Maybe even more so than she realized herself but all of that didn't mean she alright with the idea in the least that to save the future she had to lay with her hero and mentor.
“I owe him and maybe someday I hope I can repay him but not like that and certainly not now.” Anya made sure her voice at a clear tone of finality in it.
But somehow, Anya knew that Julia wasn't completely convinced and not just because of her ability to see into the future.
Julia had hoped to not reveal this to Anya but as much as she needed to know what was at stake, the woman also felt that the teenager might be making a mistake in the effort to try and prove Julia wrong. It was still a gamble on her part but now was not the time to hold back.
“I know why a lot of people have multiple opinions of those that can see the future. All ranging from envious, to joyful, to down right hatred but all of them stemming from frustration because sometimes we tell them what they don't want to hear. Because of your connection to the Web and other factors combined, only this one time in this perfect storm of events can I do this.”
Anya had noticed earlier that Julia was physically in front of her instead of usually coming to her via astral projection. The teenager was filled with apprehension as to what the woman was going to do.
When Julia was close enough to Anya, the woman raised both of her hands and told the teenager to take hold of them.
Noticing that the usual gloves Julia wore were absent, it made the teenager a little suspicious but not as much after asking the woman what the meaning was behind the act.
“Only this one time can I show you your own future. After you've seen it, you will truly have the choice of whether or not to see it come to pass.”
Anya wondered if this was supposed to happen because Julia had foreseen it or was Julia actually doing something of her own free will which in turn meant that Anya actually had a choice in how her own future would unfold.
The teenager's reluctance was clear in her slow movements to take the woman's hands. It was only when somewhere in the back of her mind that told her she would always regret this moment if she didn't take it did her hands take hold of Julia's.
The regret of not knowing there was actually someone who could be in her life as both herself and as a hero.
The very instant their hands touched, Anya felt herself in what she could best describe as getting hit with a bolt of lightning that shot her soul out of her body and through a storm of clouds and thunder before entering into her future self.
It took Anya a moment to steady herself since all of her senses were in such a muddy state because of the sudden experience but what she saw, what all of her sense told her, was undeniable.
Anya's memories, or rather future memories in this particular case, was telling her that she was in Spider-Man's home. The reason for her being there was of great personal importance. But whatever the reason was, it lost in her mind at the moment.
The only thought Anya had was to leave before her heart broke anymore than it already had.
Though Anya was in her Spider-Woman uniform, albeit with some slight alterations that proved to her that her dreams of her body filling out more over time would be realized, she made her way to the front door of the penthouse apartment instead of leaving by the skylight that she had entered through earlier.
Peter, in his civilian clothing. stopped her before she got to the door. Anya tried to push off but he held on with an iron grip. It was times like this that she wishes her strength was equal to Peter’s in that he had gotten stronger over the years as well. Anya wasn’t sure what Peter had in mind when he marched her to the mirror in the bathroom.
Something inside of Anya made her refused to look at the mirror itself. Like there was something she would see that she didn’t want to or didn’t want Peter to see.
She almost didn’t even hear him speak when he said, "Anya look at your reflection."
Anya refused, keeping her eyes tightly shut so Peter said, "Please Anya."
She opened her eyes to stare at her reflection. After a moment her eyes sought out Peter's in the mirror.
“Know what I see.” Peter said to her in a voice that was barely above a whisper. Anya could see in the reflection of the mirror that Peter began moving his hands from her shoulder down past her ample breasts and towards her stomach. “I see a beautiful women that needs to wake up and realize there are a lot of women that would kill to see what you see every day in the mirror.”
Anya began to feel a tightness in her stomach that she figured had to be her nerves going into overdrive. There had been plenty of times before now where she was this close to Peter. Those time were only because Peter had her close out of a necessity. But she now knew what the difference of those previous times and now when she could feel an intensity just coming from Peter’s finger tips.
“Being both a woman and a selfless hero makes someone like you more rare than any woman born with supermodel looks.” Peter said quietly into Anya’s ear.
"That's not true," Anya responded, her nerves simply not letting go of her inner doubts..
"Have I ever lied to you?"
"But...I know you like her. My…my body looks nothing like hers," Anya said knowing that her breast kept growing but compared to some of the other women that both herself and Peter knew, Anya felt her figure in comparison to those was like the one flat-chested girl in high school that never really got any bigger.
Especially when compared to women like Carol Danvers, Jessica Drew, and….her.
"You're right, of course. But when have I ever cared about appearances? All those years of the Daily Bugle trashing me to the point where Green Day actually wrote a song about it. And when J. Jonah Jameson became the mayor, he personally created a task force with the sole purpose of taking me down. I honestly think even Dr. Doom had some sympathy for me when a poll was done and the numbers said I was more dangerous he was.”
Anya giggled at that. She remembered the time when Peter was given the blame for the Spider-Island event and how some were suggesting that the only way people got spider-like powers was that Spider-Man was going around spreading some kind of sexually transmitting disease. It was almost the perfect excuse for Mayor Jameson to get the CDC on his side had Reed Richards of the Fantastic Four not speak at a press conference after the event that it was the result of genetically altered bed bugs that caused the whole fiasco.
Suddenly Anya sucked in a deep breath as the hand rubbing her stomach moved without her knowing under her uniform to rub her skin directly. Almost as soon as Peter's hand touched her skin, the warmth she had been feeling moments earlier intensified.
Peter smiled into the mirror as Anya began to respond to his touch. He could see that her eyes began to grow hooded. Peter decided to take a risk on his next movie, believing that Anya wouldn't freak out too much as he said, "But I get the feeling you still doubt me somewhat. Right here, right now….let me prove my words to you true."
With his free hand Peter took hold of Anya’s right hand and moved what he knew would be the last place Anya would ever expect it to go. When Anya felt her right hand against what she instantly knew was Peter’s erection, her eyes went about as wide in surprise as they ever had. Even though Anya was still wearing her mask, Peter could easily see how wide her eyes had gotten through her mask's eye lenses.
Peter could also tell that Anya was both scared and confused at the same time but he did nothing to move her hand from where he left it. As Peter expected of Anya once a little bit of curiosty or courage entered into her mind, she began to move her hand in an up-and-down rubbing motion over his pants.
Leaning towards her ear, Peter said said, "You did that to me, Anya."
"I-I did?" Anya was never more unsure of herself. Even more so then the time when she had to make the decision to either be a teenage superhero or hide her abilities and try to live a normal life.
"That's right," Peter replied while ever so slowly lifting her shirt. Peter clearly wanted to give Anya ample opportunity to stop him. Even though he knew from the way her hand was rubbing his dick over his jeans that she was starting to lose herself to the lust within herself, Peter still wanted Anya to know she had a choice.
When her breasts were uncovered, he was genuinely surprised in that she wasn't wearing a bra. He knew Anya’s outfit was form fitting but he think she was the kind of young woman that would go without one. It did make him wonder if that she wasn’t wearing a bra, what about her panties or lack thereof?
Not about to let that question in his mind slow him down, Peter bunched her shirt up just enough so that when it let it go, Anya’s breasts preventing it from falling back down. Anya simply stared at her reflection but moaned as Peter used both hands to softly grab her exposed treasures.
“How could my body not respond like this, being around such a hot and sexy woman such as yourself, Anya?”
As Peter massaged her breasts, Anya let more of herself go and began moaning more to what she was feeling. She didn’t even realize that began to move her hand even more. Like how rubbing him faster wasn’t a decisions she consciously made.
Peter himself was so caught up in exploring the wonders that were Anya's tits that he failed to notice she had stopped rubbing him. However, the sound of his fly being pulled down did catch his attention. Peter didn’t even have the moment to form the questioning thought as to what was going to happen next because the Mexican girl’s hand fished out his cock and in one fluid motion to the next began to stroke it.
“Mmmm, that's very good Anya. Your hand is making me feel great.” Peter said moving one of his own hands down to the hem of her pants. Sliding his hand down the waist band of them he was surprised to find that she was as clean shaven. He was also surprised to find that the insides of her panties were easily moist. Clear sign that she was aroused and more than ready for the next step.
Peter pulled back his hand when he felt that Anya was wet enough to his liking. He kept his hand that was massaging her breasts where it was but increased his efforts so Anya would be more focused at the moment of her chest area.
Well, about as focused as a woman can be with her eyes closes and moans escaping from her mouth.
Peter slowly loosened her pants and allowed them and her panties to fall to the bathroom floor. He gently pushed her forward slightly so that her hands gripped the counter of the sink. Peter stopped her from stroking him, with some reluctance on his part as well as hers, and line his cock up with her entrance all the while just barely controlling himself from plunging into her depths.
But Peter still wanted to give Anya a chance to pull back. As much as he wanted to become one with Anya, Peter knew it wouldn’t mean anything if she didn’t make the same choice as himself.
“Anya…do you want this…do you want me.”
“Yes..yes...so very much,” Anya said breathlessly as she began to try and lean into the cock that was poking her.
“Wait, Anya…. We haven’t taken any precautions….” Peter couldn’t believe that he had forgotten the mere fact he hadn’t put on a condom and he had no idea where Anya was in her biological cycle.
If they went through with this, who knows what the outcome be and how long before either of them learned of it.
Anya heard Peter say something but she didn't care what it was. If there was a consequences to finally being with someone that not only understood her more than anyone else in her life but someone who proved to be quite possible the best man and only a fool would let someone like that slip through their grasp, then Anya would bear such consequences everyday with any hesitation.
As long as Peter was by her side every step of the way.
Peter might have spoken up again to warn Anya of what might happen without precautions in place but was completely taken by surprise when the young woman push back using the sink to give her the leverage she needed. Peter felt himself sink into the woman fully. He caught a wince from Anya that either meant he had taken her virginity, which felt about right, or he was much bigger than Anya had expected. It was only a moment where Anya didn’t move after she had made it so Peter had bottomed out inside of her before she pulled away to slam back into him.
“Anya…damn I was trying to tell you…”
Anya didn't care anything else at the moment. All she cared about was that Peter was inside of her. Surprising herself, almost as much as him, she reached back with both hands and grabbed the back of Peter’s neck and pulled him forward.
She kissed him hard and when it ended said, "I don't care… all I ever wanted was to be close to you… to be by your side and even if I have to share you to do that then so be it.”
Peter could see in Anya’s eyes the kind of seriousness he had seen many times before. The kind where a person was ready to give their lives to see something through and nothing and no one was going to be able to stop them. In a strange sense, Peter figured such a level of conviction seemed appropriate
“Now….shut up and fuck me!” Anya said just after removing her mask to show how serious her demand was.
Hearing the energetic young woman demanding to be fucked was something that Peter couldn’t help but smile in response.
“As you wish.” Peter replied before grabbing her hips began pounding into her as hard and fast as he could.
“Ohhhhh, so fucking….so fucking good Peter…it's better….better than I ever dreamed….keep fucking me….never stop.” Anya said while grunting in response to each thrust Peter made into her.
Peter had no intention of stopping any time soon. He actually berated himself for waiting as long as he did to be in this position with Anya. He had no idea how long this moment between them would last so he decided to give Anya everything he could give her and them some more. Peter wanted to make sure that this moment would be with the both of them forever.
He also decided that he wanted a better view of his actions so he grabbed the moaning young Mexican woman and he lifted her in the air enough which allowed her to rest her feet on the counter of the sink as he began drilling into her again.
Anya watched in the mirror’s reflection, mesmerized at the sight of Peter's dick moved in and out of her in the mirror. Her back was pressed hard against his chest since her legs were starting to push against the sink. Anya had one of her hands reach around to pull Peter's face to hers so she could kiss him passionately again. Her other free hand began to tweak one of her own aching nipples.
If it wasn’t for Peter’s enhanced strength, he might’ve been pushed back because Anya was pretty much trying to kick off of the sink. The young woman’s body was as light as a feather in Peter’s hands and he also knew that Anya was as flexible as he was so he deiced to change things up a bit more.
Peter shifted his hold on Anya’s hips so he now had hold of her legs by the thigh and made it so the legs themselves were now sticking straight up. Peter had learned from experience that this position for him was much more enjoyable when lifting and dropping a woman onto his cock. Add in his strength and stamina, Peter knew he could maintain this position far longer than most women had ever experienced.
Anya now had both of her hands holding onto the back of Peter’s neck as if for dear life. What she felt before of Peter thrusting into her might as well been some kind of foreplay to what he was doing to her now. She could feel Peter actually lifting her up and forcing her back down onto his rod at a rate she didn’t ever expect to be possible. This act made her start screaming in ecstasy towards the heavens and her vision completely filled with bright explosion-like sights each and every single time Peter bottomed out inside of her.
Anya could feel something building within her that she never felt before. She would never openly admit to having experience masturbation, nor how often she might have in any given year when she started to become a woman and what fantasies she had while in such a state. But what she was feeling now was beyond anything she had ever felt before and her mind was just clear enough to realize what her body was doing in response to Peter’s actions.
And her mind was clear enough to make the decision to receive what Peter was going to give her.
“Peter…I… I'm going to cum…please….please cum with me.”
Peter smile when he heard that. “Alright Anya…I'm almost there. Hold on just a little...bit….more….”
Peter felt himself grunting more so than before, feeling his own limit approaching. He could even tell how close Anya was to her own limit when her grip on his cock increased with each thrust he made into her.
Anya grunted through clenched teeth when her body began to scream at her what was about to happen. “Together Peter….I'm...I'm…!”
“Cumming!” Peter said releasing his load deep inside Anya.
Feeling his semen flooding into her and coating the deepest parts inside sent Anya over the edge as she screamed out in pure enjoyment.
While Anya let loose all the air in her lungs to signal all that could hear her that she experienced a pleasure sensation beyond anything she had ever experienced, Peter groaned in equal pleasure as he fired several hot shots of his essence into the young woman’s womb. Even when it felt like Peter had fired everything he had into Anya, he could feel her pussy actually trying to milk his cock for more.
“Peter….cumming...cumming inside me…it's so warm…so...good….” Anya said while coming down from her journey to the clouds above. Her strength in her entire body left her almost completely, making her sagged into Peter’s arms.
Peter felt a little weak himself as he lowered Anya back to the ground. Anya used the sink to support herself, to take in a couple of steady breaths just as Peter did.
Peter was easily ready to have another go with Anya but was surprised when the young woman herself seemed to bounce back far quicker than he did by spinning around and grabbing him by the dick and began stroking it back to full hardness. She let go once Peter’s rod was ready for action again and looked at her hand which was now covered in their combined release. Anya looked directly into Peter’s eyes before bring her hand up and licked it clean. Peter was all set for another round with the young super heroine just moment before he saw her do that with her hand. And even if he wasn’t, what he saw Anya do was easily all the inspiration he would ever need from her.
Anya leaned back against the sink, picking herself up and sitting one foot on the edge of the counter as she spread her legs. With a sultry motion of her right index finger did Anya beckoned Peter forward for more. As Peter moved forward to follow the silent command, he remembered a saying he had heard back in his college days and remembered how true it was then and how true it was now.
“There are women out there that after their first time release their inner nymphomaniac.”
The two spider-powered heroes didn’t stay in the bathroom too much longer after they started their second round of being the ‘beast with two backs’. Eventually Peter was lying on his back on his bed as Anya bounced on top of him. After leaving the bathroom when Peter helped Anya reach another orgasm, Anya herself used her spider-strength to push Peter into the bedroom, tear off his clothes in possibly record time, push him to the bed and onto his back. Anya didn’t waste any time and began riding Peter for all she could which really seemed to test the bed’s spring mattress.
Anya leaned forward so as to dangle her breasts in front of Peter and give him an open invitation to take on into his mouth. Peter didn’t need much convincing of what to do but he definitely made Anya know that he enjoyed taking one of her nipples into his mouth and suck on it while giving the tit itself a firm squeezing.
It was long before Anya began chanting, "It's so good. It's so good," over and over again as she began to increase her tempo.
Peter grabbed her hips and increased his own pace as well. The rhythm quickly became where Anya pushed herself up enough to where Peter’s dick was almost out of her and Peter would force her back down onto his rod. There quickly became the added effect where Peter began hitting the one spot for the young woman that overloaded her body with pleasure. So much so that Anya went limp and fell forward and laid on top of Peter. This didn’t break Peter’s stride and he kept the pace going while Anya’s moans steadily increased in volume each time Peter hit the sweet spot within her.
He could have easily kept this pace a lot longer but Anya couldn’t keep herself contained any longer before this orgasm that Peter gave her exploded within her. Peter’s dick was in deep enough so that when Anya’s inner muscles clenched around him when her orgasm was achieved, it was like a velvet vice around his cock and gave more than enough extra stimuli for him to reach his limit as well.
Anya’s orgasm was so strong that she didn’t realize her body had reflexively shot up in response until Peter gently caught her from collapsing back down hard onto his chest. Both of them were panting heavily and covered in sweat from their nirvana experience. Neither one did anything else but remain still because both had been almost completely drained of their enhanced strength and stamina. Though Peter would have made a joke at the moment on how between the two of them, Anya had drained him more.
Once enough strength had returned to Peter, he took note of the young woman on top of him and saw that she was still conscious but barely it seemed. He also realized how late it was and decided to ask the obvious question.
Moving several stray strands of hair from her face so he could see her eyes, Peter asked, “Do you need to get home?”
Anya looked back at Peter before shaking her and saying, “I am home.”
Peter gently stroked both of Anya’s hair and her back after he heard that. He wondered if Anya knew what she had said to him was probably the best thing she could have said.
“Yes, you are home.” Peter made sure he spoke just quietly enough for Anya to hear him and that his tone of voice was one of him wishing pleasant dreams.
Anya was fighting to stay awake but hearing that from Peter made her fall asleep. To her, if a kiss was to wake a princess from a deep sleep than hearing that from Peter put her in the most pleasant sleep she would ever have.
Peter managed to pull the bed covers over the both of them as best as he could so he could take a well earned rest himself. He even made sure to wrap his arms around Anya to keep her from sliding off of him while they slept. An act that Peter noticed made the sleeping beauty smile even more than she already was.
It was at this moment when Julia Carpenter brought Anya back to the present and quickly learned several things about what she had just done for the teenager. Both individuals let go of the other’s hands but also seemed to have trouble with their balance. Helping someone experience a vision of their own future did require a deep bond but Julia didn’t realize how deep of a bond was needed in the first place. She was aware that the previous Madame Web had done this with Peter Parker on more than one occasion but this was her first time with no prior experience.
It took both of them several moments to process what exactly it was they had experienced. Not only did Julia show the teenage girl of the strong possibility where the man she saw as both a mentor and big brother would easily become her lover. But she also experienced the same level of intense pleasure she had felt in Anya’s vision of the future. Julia may not have had any decent sex over recent years, probably more so after her daughter was born, but even she knew the difference between a one-night stand between a man and a woman to two lovers finally having their moment together.
Julia had originally intended to show Anya a different vision of the future. The one that showed her and Peter coming together for a higher purpose instead of them cumming together several times. For some unknown reason, the vision shifted over to that but it was no less true that what Julia had seen of Anya’s future with Peter Parker. A future where Anya would have someone amazing in her life to offset all the tragedies she had suffered ever since becoming one with the Web.
It might have made Julia a little envious, maybe even a little jealous, of what the kind of good fortune Anya would have when it came to having a loving partner. Might have….if not for something even she herself did not foresee.
Anya herself found everything she had experience to be more than she expected. It was almost too much for her to comprehend at the moment. But everything in the vision she saw of her future self was as true as everything about her now.
“I….have….I have to go now.” Anya said before taking off in a run away from Julia.
The woman had seen that kind of run before. She had done it herself on more than one occasion in the past and so could tell very easily when someone else was doing it.
Someone who believe they could run away from the truth.
Julia Carpenter herself found that she wanted to run as well. She had believed that she had come to terms with her role as Madame Web. That there was truly a reason for everything that happened and that even though bad things do happen, the good that comes from people like Peter Parker more than just make up for it.
But because of her showing Anya something from her future, Julia had seen something from her own future as well. When the two of them bonded, Julia saw through Anya’s eyes as the teenager experienced her future and saw scattered memories within Anya’s future self.
At the moment when Anya felt she couldn’t compete with some women that Peter knew, one of the faces she saw within Anya’s mind was her own. Julia couldn’t tell if it was a true memory or a speculation that Anya had but she couldn’t deny the fact from Anya’s own future experiences that she was going to become more than just an ally to Spider-Man, to Peter Parker.
The truth that Julia wanted to run away from was in Anya’s future memories, there was a strong impression that her daughter Rachel was gone. Along with that impression was another where in Anya’s mind, in what her future self had seen or thought of, Julia was with Peter and the two of them were holding their infant twin daughters.
All this told Julia that for every vision she had of the future that was more or less set in stone, she had now experienced one where it was as open in who would decide for it to come about. Either her or Peter.
That thought scared her because of the level of uncertainty it represented and for someone who has laser-like precognitive abilities, it revealed how dependent Julia was of the hidden safety net that came with knowing how future events could unfold. It also made her scared because now she wasn’t sure if she would see if there was anything truth to her daughter no longer being around in the future.
Looking up towards the skies to see if maybe there was an answer she could ‘see’, Julia knew in her soul how futile her current efforts were and that the best course of actions she could do was take one day at a time. Julia had to remind herself that this was one of those times where being the caretaker of the Web of Life and being a mother would conflict in ways where there was no easy answer on how to address the issue causing it.
The only joy she could take from what she had seen was that the part of her that was a mother. She could somehow feel a strong sense of joy coming from what she had seen. Coming from the two little ones that brought a smile to both her and Peter’s face.
Turning towards the direction of the one chosen to be the champion of the Web of Life, Julia spoke outloud even though she knew he would not hear him.
“With great power, there must also come great responsibilities as you’ve always said. But something tells me you won’t be expecting the responsibility of being a father any time soon.”
It was at that moment when Julia received a vision of Peter in his Spider-Man uniform out on patrol stopping on a nearby rooftop and say outloud that a sudden chill just ran up his spine. Julia couldn’t help but smile when Peter also made the comment on how he would rather face Galactus alone instead of whatever it was that instilled such fear within him and how he truly believed he had a better chance at survival against Galactus.
‘You might be right about that, Peter Parker.’ Julia thought to herself with a different kind of smile on her face. ‘Being a parent is far more stressful than being a superhero especially when it comes to the Terrible Twos and high school teenage years….’
Julia’s smile continued to stay on her face as she remembered the days of when Rachel was still just a baby and Julia held her in her arms while quietly singing the girl a lullaby. ‘But….I know you wouldn’t trade a single one of those days for anything else in the world.’

Next Chapter – The Gathering – Part Three

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Author’s Note: I had originally planned on doing two Gathering chapters but I felt there should be one more. There was still some women characters that could go with this story now that Marvel Comics has pretty much put the entire universe in a blender and hit ‘puree’ in order to change things up a bit.
On a quick side note about Shiklah and what she did to the sailor, the idea for it came from a horror movie I saw and it got stuck in my head for a while. I wanted to establish the kind of women that are going after Peter are pretty much both sides of the coin: heroes and villains alike. Shiklah isn’t exactly a villain pre se in the comics but she isn’t a hero either and fans of Peter Parker/Spider-Man know that more than once has the webslinger gone over to the dark side and more than once came close to crossing that final line that would make him everything that Jameson says he is.
As always, read and review. And if you have any ideas for who else could be part of this particular web harem, shout it out because there are many to choose from and odds are I’ve likely missed some prime candidates.
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