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Spider's Web Trilogy - The Spider's Bite	By : Shadow-Of-The-Guardian Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 195379 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 20
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Disclaimer: Don’t own anything of Ultimate Marvel Comics Spider-Man series nor do I make or even seek any profit from this. I do this on my own dime and time and will never seek profit unless it is my own original work.
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Author’s Note: Time for a couple of characters to go nuts.
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Chapter 21: On The Prowl

How long had it been?

Days? Weeks?

The only thing that was certain was that it felt like a lifetime ago. There were many times before where this person could say that something that happened only yesterday felt like exactly like that, a lifetime ago. Only now, without any doubt, that what they felt right now was the true definition of that saying.

Even now, knowing they were in the same city, everything felt completely different. It was even more different than the first time they were ever in this city at night.

Standing on a rooftop and looking at the skyline of the city and knowing what city it was, this person couldn’t help but feel two things at the moment.

That everything she felt before was nothing but a lie. A lie wrapped in words of truth that were never her own but she accepted it nonetheless.

And now that she’s feeling things the way that something inside of her always told her how to feel, she couldn’t help but laugh at the fact of how blind she was to everything around her.

Truth be told, she had thought herself blind before and paid the price in those times even when she felt she finally saw the world as it really was.

When her college friend Melissa Beckerman was harassed by a rich brat named Trey Langstrom, she took it upon herself to have Melissa train alongside of her so as to build up her own self confidence and deal with Trey like the spoiled rich bully that he was. She should have known that after Melissa told her that Trey actually tried to rape her and failed because of Melissa being trained in how to handle herself in such situations that Trey wouldn’t take things even further just because of the simple fact his ego couldn’t handle it.

What he did in retaliation for his wounded ego told her how blind she was at that time.

Destroying her father’s laundromat business and almost killing her father in the process was more than enough of a justification for what she decided to do. She knew that if she told anyone else what she was going to do, especially Melissa and her college roommate Phoebe McAllister, they would at least try to talk her out of it if not outright stop her.

But the one who did stop her from ending the life of someone who for all intents and purposes was not above trampling on innocent lives and would continue to do so and much worse was someone she was more than ready to give her entire heart and soul to if only just for the asking. The man even expressed how his passion for her had no equal save for the law that he was currently studying and felt was worth upholding.

However, to her, it became the moment where she needed to know absolutely where their futures would stand. She knew it wasn’t fair but only by forcing him to make a decision, let the worthless excuse of a man die or save his life, would she know what was in his heart first and foremost.

It did hurt her somewhat in knowing that he chose to save the piece of trash’s life but it also reaffirmed her belief that the man was worth her love. However, she had made her own decision that night as well and knew from that day forth, her path would never cross his path without confrontation.

The next time she realized how blind she was about the world was when she learned what her father had done in order to rebuild his destroyed business. She knew some of her family had very shady dealings outside of the law but after learning that her father asked for help from his cousins, Paul and Leonder, who had significant ties to organized criminal operations, she cursed herself for not realizing how blind she was actually allowing herself to be in that situation. She had kept a blind eye on those two just on the simple fact they were family and nothing else.

When Paul and Leonder’s book keeper Kenneth Cullen made a deal with the State Attorney’s office for a lesser sentence after being caught and charged for money laundering, she felt this was her only chance at getting her father out of the grave he was digging for himself by staying partners with those two. She knew it was a proverbial ‘deal with the devil’ she made with them, stealing the evidence back when the very same evidence would put those two away for life. But Paul and Leonder both told her that regardless of his level of participation in their actual criminal endeavors, her father was already listed as an accomplice as part of a RICO case being against Paul and Leonder.

Her father was all she had left and she wasn’t about to let others drag him into the Hell of their own making. All she had to do was get the evidence and her father would be freed from any and all obligations to Paul and Leonder. She came so close to doing so, saving her father from both a criminal empire and prison, but found out she was too late when an associate of Paul and Leonder had sent in someone to silence Kenneth before he could testify in court.

The man who had hired that contract assassin to take out Kenneth Cullen was Wilson Fisk or what his subordinates called him, “The Kingpin”. Paul and Leonder worked under him and provided a significant service for this man’s vast criminal empire so their imprisonment was something he would not tolerate. The large man had also arranged it so that evidence of who hired the assassin would lead to her father and that was something she could not allow.

Regardless of why Fisk made such arrangements didn’t matter to her. All that matter was saving her father the only way she she knew best and that was using her skills as a martial artist. After making one last deal with the Kingpin for her father’s freedom, she fought the assassin and killed him to prove that any good assassin never fails to eliminate any target in front of them, whether it was per contract or a test of skills alone. She made sure that Fisk made good on his promise to her and that her services were his to employ so long as he paid the price she set to him.

And so, government agencies around the world quickly learned the name ‘Elektra’ and how one person, even a woman, can deal more damage and death should their skills be second to none. It was a path of her own making, one with much bloodshed but it was one she never regretted.

Until now it seemed.

The last clear memory she had before finding herself in the coma ward of a New York hospital was fighting the teenage vigilante known as Spider-Man. In hindsight, it made a perverse kind of sense in that the hero’s abilities wouldn’t just stop at the obvious signs of being spider-based. Perhaps that was why he wore a full body costume.

Elektra still felt the phantom pain of where she was bitten on her neck. But that sensation wasn’t what stayed in her mind the most. It was the sensation of what she knew without a doubt was entering into her through the fangs that pierced her skin. It was like fire was being pumped into her, searing to her very core.

Being trained in martial arts and having been in more than a fair share of fights because of her profession, Elektra was aware of her body and it’s limits. One had to be in order to know what can been done to break them such as what previous injury created new limitations.

Calling it ‘fire’ was the only way Elektra could describe how she felt now. It wasn’t an act of purification but destroying that which was holding her true self back. All of her previous limitations, even the most insignificant injuries that she could just feel were still there, Elektra couldn’t feel any them anymore.

The first thought Elektra had when she came to this realization was that this couldn’t be what Spider-Man had intended when he bit her. Her last attack before blacking out was an attempt to pierce his major artery in his leg to force him to stop or cause him a fatal injury. She knew there was no way he would do something that was so beneficial to her when she was so set on ending his life.

But on the extreme off-chance that maybe it was his intention, what was it that he had planned for her because even she knew from all her previous experience that you don’t do something so beneficial for someone without expecting something in return.

With so many different thoughts and ideas running around in her mind when she awoke, Elektra decided that she needed some perspective and being in a hospital bed wasn’t certainly going to help her with any of that.

That and she also knew without a doubt that the police if not federal agencies would be made aware the moment she regained consciousness and would instantly appear with either questions or handcuffs or both.

Even without any of her gear, Elektra had no trouble getting to and running along the rooftops until she reached a vantage point where she could see what she wanted to see. She had no doubt that some citizens noticed her running along the rooftops and more than a few got a clear look at the fact she wasn’t wearing any undergarments save for the hospital gown that just clung to the frame of her body. She did feel the cold night air through the thin material and her body responded to it but Elektra’s mind was focused solely on one objective.

When she reached the rooftop of a building that was high enough, Elektra looked out to the city as far as she could. Her objective at the moment, probably a life goal as it were, was to find out truly where it was her path now laid. With how everything felt to her and how her previous choices led her to this all meant that now she was a point where she could actually start over. Start differently and use the knowledge she obtained up until this point to progress differently than she had before.

Elektra was certain that Wilson Fisk would be made aware of the fact that she had awaken from her coma. Someone like him would easily have connections that would allow him to monitor her condition for any sign of change on what could be a moment’s notice. No doubt he would expect her return to his services but for the foreseeable future, Elektra decided that she would no long serve the man.

There was a certain area of the city that she looked towards that held the reason behind her decision to leave Wilson Fisk’s employ.

The assassin then turned her attention towards another area of the city and saw what her next destination would be after she confirmed what she sought in her first destination.

Staying in the shadows and moving towards her first destination, Elektra couldn’t shake the feeling that what she would find wouldn’t surprise her. Even when she broke into a clothing store just so she could change out of her hospital gown and into something that didn’t show everyone she was completely naked underneath did this feeling grow even more into a certainty.

A simple pair of boots and trench coat was all that Elektra took for herself. She didn’t want to waste any time in picking out clothes and believed what she had on now was all that she was going to need anyways just for tonight.

It was fortunate for her and probably an oversight on the store’s employee themselves that there were some bills in the cash register when she checked it. Elektra had made arrangements to have hidden funds for her to access on a ‘just in case...’ basis but she didn’t have the time to access said funds. She didn’t even take the entire contents from the register. All she actually needed was enough for some cab fare.

After leaving the clothing store and walking several blocks towards her destination, Elektra waved down a cab and asked the driver to take her the rest of the way. She actually had a reason for flagging down this particular cab since it had been in her experience that cab drivers who basically worked one area of the city most often had information on things and places that most people easily overlooked. She wasn’t surprised when the driver asked her why she wanted to go to this particular place at night. It was only after she told the cab driver that she was meeting a friend there that she got some of the information that she was actually dreading to hear.

By the time they reached their destination, the cab driver had told Elektra that the laundromat had gone out of business some time ago. Elektra looked at the building itself and stared at the “For Sale” sign for several seconds, letting the reality of it sink in. She heard the cab driver say that the owner of the place ran into some kind of financial and legal trouble that forced him to close the business and leave. The cab driver even mentioned that there was a rumor that popped up not too long after the business shut down that the man who owned it ‘disappeared’. Elektra learned early on and many times that when someone ‘disappears’ who had even the smallest of connections to any organize criminal endeavors, it was because they were a loose end and someone didn’t want then running around.

Elektra herself had been sent, more than once, to silence loose ends for the Kingpin. She should have known that despite the fact some of the loose ends she silenced barely had rumors of information about the Kingpin’s operations, her father would have been considered a loose end once she was no longer useful to the Kingpin himself.

It hurt her in knowing that everything she did to keep her father safe and happy was all in vain. So much so that Elektra didn’t even register the cab driver asking her if she was getting out or wanted to go somewhere else. It was only when he banged on the bulletproof glass window that separated the driver and the passenger did Elektra come out of her thoughts and back to the present.

The woman told the man that what she was looking for wasn’t here and told him what her next destination would be. To dissuade the driver from asking any more questions, Elektra handed him the funds she had on her person to him which was more than enough to pay for the cab fare and leave the driver with a very sizable tip. The driver was more than happy to take what he had been given and eagerly headed to a street in Hell’s Kitchen.

The drive took almost an hour since the area Elektra wanted to be dropped off at in Hell’s Kitchen was essentially the far side of the city itself. She also wanted to make sure that no one was aware of whom she was going to meet with.

Even if the person she was going to meet with didn’t expect her at all.

Inside the top floor loft of an apartment complex was a man everyone knew they could count on to defend them when no one else would believe of their innocence. It was ironic in that a blind man could easily see more than any other person in Hell’s Kitchen but it was an irony that no one laughed at.

Matt Murdock had just finished a long day of both defending the innocent in the courts as their lawyer as well as protecting them on the streets as their hero. He knew his superhero persona Daredevil tended to be more effective in dealing with scum and criminals than his activities as a lawyer. But ever so often there were times where his accomplishments as a lawyer reminded him that his efforts in the courts still do equally if not more good than going around and pummeling local thugs and gangsters into submission.

The victory he scored today as a lawyer easily proved that. A man that Matt was defending was arrested for the murder of someone that his defendant never even laid eyes on before. It wasn’t hard to see that he had been set up to take the fall for someone else and that he was picked to be the fall guy because of his criminal background of petty theft. But Matt managed to prove the man’s innocence in the crime by establishing the fact that at the time of the crime itself, he was no where near that part of the city for at least two days. Matt even managed to prove who the real killer was by finding a critical piece of evidence that the police ‘conveniently’ forgot to process.

The lawyer/vigilante knew that most of the cops that worked in Hell’s Kitchen were on the Kingpin’s payroll and the man that was murder was an informant that was helping the New York City’s District Attorney Office go after one of the Kingpin’s lieutenants. Knowing that made it easy on where to look in order to obtain the evidence.

As victories go, it was a large one for the people of the city but it was also a small one against the Kingpin himself. Matt knew that sooner or later he would have to find some way to score a major victory against him since each small victory he earned only tested Wilson Fisk’s patience.

Matt knew he would never openly admit it but he was actually impressed on what Spider-Man did to Fisk by getting that video evidence of the man committing murder with his bare hands. It wasn’t hard to learn that it was Spider-Man that earned Fisk’s ire since the moment the man returned to the U.S. after paying off the right politicians to beat that undeniable murder charge that there was a bounty on Spider-Man’s head. A large one set forth by the Kingpin himself.

If a victory like that can be made against Wilson Fisk then it was only a matter of time and effort before another could be made and Matt Murdock was going to do everything he can to ensure it would happen.

Those were the thoughts running around inside of the man’s mind as he finished the relaxing shower he decided to take in response to all the recent events. It was times like these that Matt actually found said showers to be more relaxing than before. Usually because of his super-heightened senses, taking a shower was also a test of keeping his hearing and sense of touch under control long enough to clean his body. He did register the usual sensations he felt but they didn’t bother him as much as usual.

He figured it was something he had learn in his legal classes, about how earning a true moral victory in the courts easily overshadows all failures a defending lawyer would endure because if it can happen once then it can happen again.

The man was just getting out of his bathroom with only a towel around his waist when his senses told him that he wasn’t alone in his loft. He initially cursed himself for such a severe lack of awareness in his surrounding but noticed something right away when he focused on who it was in his loft.

It was one person sitting on a chair in the living room area that had their eyes locked onto him. Matt thought his shower messed with his sense momentarily but he still couldn’t hide his surprise when he recognized who it was that was in said chair. From what everything was telling him, Elektra Natchios was sitting in the chair and it was apparent that she had been waiting for him.

“Can’t really say I’m surprised that you’re here, Elektra.” Matt said to the woman but also used the sound of his voice to act as echo-location to see what else or who else might be in the room.

He also made sure that his guard was up completely on the mere fact that the woman before him was a known associate of Wilson Fisk and that was putting it as mildly as one could. He easily entertained the idea that Fisk had sent her to stop him from being a thorn in his fat side and if that was the case, things were about to get ugly real fast.

“Sorry that I didn’t call ahead but I had something I needed to talk to you about in person.” Elektra replied. Her words did sound like someone who was in complete control of themselves but there was a subtle hint of uneasiness in her voice

This didn’t go unnoticed by Matt which definitely piqued his interests but kept his guard still up and ready for a possible fight to the death.

“I take it there was no chance of giving me a head’s up before now.”

“As I said...this had to be in person.” Elektra told Matt before getting up from where she was just sitting and walking up to him. Even though the city lights were the only thing illuminating the room, which made sense since why would a blind person need to have any lights on, Elektra was able to see the confusion that was starting to appear on Matt’s face.

“So…what can I help you with?” Matt really wasn’t sure what was going on since he no longer doubt what his senses were telling him.

He was alone with a woman and both were nearly naked.

Matt had trained his senses to the point where he could tell if someone was carrying anything underneath their clothing that could be a weapon and he knew Elektra would prefer her sais if she was ever close to a target that she was told to eliminate. If this was going be a hand-to-hand fight, Matt was sure that even Elektra knew they would be too evenly matched for a clear winner between the two of them.

But when Elektra got to within arm’s length of him did his sense tell him something about Elektra that he certainly didn’t expect.

‘Oh no….no way. Really? Is this really happening?’ Matt thought to himself when he essentially did a double-check on what all of his senses were telling him.

His hearing, his sense of smell, even his sense of taste were telling Matt Murdock one thing that only a handful of prior experiences could he compare it to and all of them were of a certain type of encounters.

“You know...that night when I made you choose, I knew it wasn’t fair on how I had to make you choose.” Elektra said while she slowly walked up to Matt and got close enough to smell the pine scented soap he had been using.

When Elektra got as close as she did to his person, certain enhanced senses again relayed the same information to the brain. Information that still had not changed from what was received before about the condition of this woman’s body.

Matt remained on guard as he watched Elektra reach up with her hand and gently touched his exposed chest. For Matt, feeling gentle touch of the assassin’s hand on his chest was strangely arousing. Even though it was just a hand, Matt’s enhanced sense of touch easily told him that the woman’s body temperature was definitely elevated.

When Elektra’s hand touched Matt’s chest as gently as it did, she had already expected the contact itself to send some kind of jolt through her hand and arm. But somehow, in the best way that she could describe it, Elektra could feel as if the jolt that went through her arm and hand was now going through Matt’s body from the point of contact.

For every second that Elektra’s hand was on his chest, Matt could actually feel his own body responding in a very specific way. No doubt that he found it strange how his body was acting in this situation and even more so since his enhanced senses were telling him over and over that Elektra’s body was acting in a similar fashion.

“I know I can’t undo the past….but I know now that if I wanted to, I would have made a different choice than the one I made that night.” Elektra said while very slowly moving her hand across Matt’s chest.

“Elektra...” Matt’s mind was trying to remain within the realm of logic and reason but he could feel his more animalistic side of his mind gaining strength over the rest.

“….And I want to know what it would be like had I made the other choice.” Elektra said while looking into Matt’s eyes. Even though she knew Matt was blind and his eyes were incapable of seeing anything, Elektra felt without any doubt that Matt could somehow ‘see’ the truth in her own face and eyes.

The man’s enhanced senses easily gave him a rough image that he could see with his mind’s eye and what it showed him was easily alluring to him. Both of their hearts were racing, more so for Matt right after Elektra touched his bare skin.

Matt Murdock used his enhanced senses to check the surrounding area as best as he could. Even if Elektra had told anyone else about his hidden abilities, the man had long since trained his each of his senses to notice even the faintest of heart beats among the continuous noises of a city that never sleeps.

It still surprised him that there wasn’t any noise that was out of place. No indication that he could that there was someone laying in wait to take advantage the moment Matt would let his guard down. He did entertain the notion that this was still some kind of trap that this woman was setting up.

But that notion and anything else that was related to that disappeared from Matt’s mind when Elektra reached up with her other hand and gently placed it on his chest. The very instant the tips of her fingers touched his skin, Matt felt a jolt pass through him and push away everything in his mind save for one thought.

Matt didn’t hesitate to act on what his lone thought was telling him to do. He leaned forward quickly enough to capture the woman’s lips with his own and was rather aggressive in his efforts to pleasure the woman just by this contact alone.

Between the two of them, Matt had more experience so Elektra simply allowed him to do whatever he felt was pleasing for the both of them.

The kiss alone, in Matt’s personal opinion, was sending one bolt of pleasure through his body right after another. It wasn’t like Matt had gone around and kissed every beautiful woman he came across but the ones he had, none of their kisses felt like this on his lips.

Despite not wanting to, Matt broke the kiss first since his need for oxygen became a little more consuming than his desire the continue experiencing such a unique and thoroughly enjoyable sensation.

Matt essentially looked right into Elektra’s eyes once he caught his breath to say his words as clearly as he could to the woman whose arms he had gently wrapped around. “I’m willing to find out...if this is what you want.”

“Good answer.” Elektra breathed before capturing Matt’s lips with her own. She quickly pulled him against her as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She hungrily kissed him as it felt like all the built up pressure in her body was suddenly released in a torrent of emotions she long since believed were dead inside of her. Matt returned the act as best he could as he quickly learned just how much in need Elektra was for what his enhanced senses had told him earlier.

Elektra held Matt as close as she could to her own body, not caring that fact that her hands had knocked the towel he was wearing off of his waist. Matt’s mind did register the fact he was now completely naked and somehow, Elektra knew what Matt was thinking right after he broke off the kiss again.

“No worries, Matt.” Elektra undid her coat and slipped out of it, letting if fall giving so as to give anyone a good view that she had nothing else on other than a pair of heeled boots that certainly gave off the impression of being a pair of ‘fuck me’ boots. Elektra knew Matt was somehow taking note of her naked body even though he was unable the see it but she didn’t give him the time to take in the ‘view’ in front of him before she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck and pulled him in for another heated round of kissing.

Matt took this opportunity to let his hands slowly explore Elektra’s body. He wasn’t surprised when he instantly noticed that her skin felt soft to the touch. But he was surprised that it was soft to his particular sense of touch.

Not only that but the blind man could tell through his touch that the woman’s body held within considerable strength. Matt had trained his sense of touch to look for certain signs and patterns, a deeper extension on the training he gained from learning to read Braille, as a means to better his ability to help as both a public defender and city vigilante. As clear as the sensation of the woman’s soft and warm lips pressing against his own, Matt could feel that just beneath the surface of Elektra’s skin was power.

Moment before his mind shut down his logic and reasoning abilities completely, Matt came to the conclusion that the power he could feel within Elektra was natural and elegant.

Wanting to see if what he felt was true all over her body, Matt began to trail his fingers down her sides. This motion made Elektra have several moans of appreciation escape into their kiss. He caressed her back as soon one hand found her firm butt giving it a gentle squeeze.

Elektra had expected that Matt would be more experienced than she was and she had heard all the talk of what the majority of male side of the human race would do if they ever got a hold of a woman that, as they said, had her sexy curves and so easily filled out the red skin-tight outfit that she used in her occupation.

But hearing what they would do and experiencing the act itself quickly told Elektra that like so many other things she had learned in her experiences, this was one of this times where hearing about could not prepare her for the actual experience itself.

Especially when Matt gave Elektra’s rear end another firm squeeze.

Soon Elektra wasn’t one for just the kissing. She wanted, no needed more than just what Matt was just giving her. But before she let herself indulge in her growing desires, Elektra first wanted to see and feel herself what she had only seen others do when she watched them without their knowledge.

Elektra broke the kiss which confused Matt only momentarily before she began to kiss around his collar bone and slowly leave a trail of kisses down his chest. Her hands slowly rubbed Matt’s upper body as she slowly slid down. She knelt down as she licked his abs. She wasn’t the least bit surprised that Matt had a great set of a six pack. She always liked that about guys as she thought they looked sexy to her. She knew from her own personal exercise efforts what it took to both get into shape and stay in shape.

She had momentarily thought that her body physical build had atrophied a bit due to her being in the hospital for so long but let that thought leave her mind when she realized that it didn’t matter. Here and now was all that did for her.

Elektra felt Matt’s hands running through dark hair as she soon found something that was threatening to poke her as she got close to it. Elektra would never admit this, having done some of her work through a sniper’s scope but seeing Matt’s manhood up close and real personal, it didn’t compare to some of the dregs she caught naked before killing.

Looking up close because of the dim night light that filled the room, Elektra did admit to herself that Matt was easily of a great size and he kept himself nicely clean down here. She reached out but just reluctantly touched the one part of a man she had never really felt outside of a fight or kill. Only going by what she had seen expensive call girls do with drug lords and criminal gangsters but adding her own touch to the motion did Elektra slowly wrapped her whole left hand over Matt’s cock and gently stoked it a few times so as to get an actual feel of it. She could hear her actions were having a positive effect on Matt when he let out a pleasurable-sounding moan and even more so when Elektra leaned in and left a kiss on the tip.

“It’s nice seeing this and not be disgusted by it for a change.” Elektra said softly to herself, not really caring if Matt actually heard her or not.

Elektra knew how she dressed would give anyone the feel that she had slept with numerous individuals, both men and possibly women over the course of her career as a hitwoman working for the Kingpin. But she was virgin in ever sense in this regards, never having even kissed as much as she just did with Matt.

All she could do was go by what she had seen others do and gauge Matt’s reactions to her own efforts. What she was about to do now was the first time ever and it was only through her curiosity did she follow through with her decision. Elektra licked her lips to make sure they were still moist before taking Matt’s dick and placing the tip of it into her mouth. Elektra didn’t find herself repulsed by what she had in her mouth, only felt excitement. More so when started to slowly suckled on it, her tongue rolling around the sensitive head.

“Oh God….Elektra.” Matt ‘watched’ as the woman kneeling before him slowly, almost painfully slow, took him deeper in her mouth. To him, Elektra would only go in a little before going back to the head to tease before taking him slightly deeper in long, slower slides. If he didn’t know any better, Matt would have sworn that Elektra was somehow giving him a taste of her own frustrations.

Elektra quickly found out that she couldn’t get the entire length down. At least not without gagging even though she could control her own gag reflex.

With a wet pop, Elektra took the cock out of her mouth before looking up at Matt with heated eyes. She knew he couldn’t see the desire in her own eyes but she had no doubt that he could feel it. Even her body was demanding more. Elektra could easily swear that her entire body burned with need.

Matt indeed could tell that the carnal desires within Elektra had grown even more than what they were just moments before. There was no denying what all of his senses were telling him over and over with each passing second. As there was no denying that his own desires for her grew passed the point where any restraint his mind had left were no longer effective.

The blind man lifted the woman up to her feet and took her by the hand so as to lead her to his bed. Elektra basically acted on what her instincts were telling her to do in this situation and so crawled onto the bed. Again she knew that Matt wasn’t able to see the scene she was giving him; a full view of her toned shapely ass with the only remaining piece of clothing left on her, a dark red thong. Matt’s senses told him already what was happening before him and Elektra could see even in the dim light she had gotten the reaction she was hoping for from Matt.

After seeing a certain part of Matt’s anatomy was at full attention again, Elektra made the enticement-motion with her right index finger for Matt to join her on the bed.

Matt gave Elektra genuine smile before he crawled onto the bed and on top of her. Both began to passionately kiss the other while Matt gently pressed his own body weight down onto Elektra’s own body. While their lips danced with their partners, their hands were just as eagerly roaming over their bodies exploring each other. Matt still wasn’t surprised by how well in shape Elektra was in but he could still feel that just beneath the surface was power that he never expected Elektra to have.

As one of his hands continued to explore as much as it could of Elektra’s body, Matt’s other hand moved up and cupped one of her breasts. Even before his fingers started to massage that part of Elektra, from what he could tell they were indeed nice to the touch. Matt did momentarily wonder what Elektra’s breasts actually looked like but settled for the fact that he was being allowed to touch them as intimately as was doing so now.

For Elektra, as she ran her hands over Matt’s body, she already had more than a passing knowledge of the kind things that Matt had been through. But to feel them as she was doing so now, to feel all the strength in the muscles under his skin told her something else entirely. She felt the heat of his clean skin against her own and enjoyed the warmth of it. She even loved the weight of his body pressing against her own on the soft mattress.

The young woman gasped when Matt’s fingers found the front of her panties and started to gently rub her through the thin material. Elektra had only experimented on that part of her own body, on how it would react when touched in such an intimate manner. There was an added bit of thrill since it was someone else that was stimulating her in this fashion.

After experiencing what Elektra believed to be a pleasure-induced torture, she decided on giving Matt some of the same treatment. She reached down to touch his member and could easily tell that it was as hard in her hand as ever before she began to softly stroke it. Matt responded to the act by giving Elektra a growl into her neck which made her shudder slightly. Elektra easily liked that sound because how the nature of it felt animalistic.

Not knowing whether Matt wanted more of what she was doing to him or probably not caring since what he was doing to her made her want more, Elektra stopped just long enough to make sure she got Matt’s attention for what she was going to say next.

“Take them off.” Elektra told Matt even though Matt felt like it was more of an order as to what to do about the last piece of clothing she had on her person. Matt did a little more teasing as the front of her panties were already getting wet.

Matt positioned himself so he was on his knees in order to grab hold of the sides of the garment and slowly pulled it down Elektra’s shapely legs. Throwing the garment aside, Matt’s sense managed to tell him that the woman kept herself well trimmed in that area. In truth, Elektra kept that part of herself always smoothly shaved but since she had been inactive for so long, some of it had started to grow back. The woman was actually glad that what had grown back wasn’t as unruly of a bush that she thought it might be.

Her midnight lover ran his hand along the smooth skin as she shifted in response to the touch and easily made her wanting more.

Matt was more than just inclined in giving Elektra everything he could in order for her to feel as good as he was beginning to feel but stopped. Elektra was able to pick up on the source of Matt’s hesitation and told him in a whisper that she knew he would be able hear clearly.

“Don’t worry. I’m in a safe period.” Elektra wasn’t exactly lying but wasn’t telling the whole truth either.

Because of her adventures and missions as being a hired assassin, more than once did Elektra suffer an injury and there was one that wasn’t fatal but left some serious scar tissue on the inside. The kind that a doctor told her would make it extremely difficult if not impossible for her to get pregnant.

Elektra knew that Matt didn’t need to know that about her. All he really needed to know was he could be with her entirely and that was what she wanted at the moment.

“Now please….placed...that...inside of me. I really need it.” Elektra told Matt, her voice with a clear hint of desperation within. More so made clear to Matt when Elektra showed how reluctant she was to say what it was that she wanted inside of her. Matt only smiled in response to that, a sight that Elektra saw even in the low night light.

Elektra decided that to erase whatever hesitation that was holding her back at this moment, she took hold of the back of her knees as she stretched out her legs and pulled back. The Greek woman had heard the talk that when a woman assumes this particular position, it allowed the person she was going to allow entrance into her ‘temple’ a much easier access as well as it being a sign that the woman herself was more than prepared for her lover’s entrance.

Matt’s senses told him what Elektra was doing and honestly wasn’t all that surprised by how flexible she was at first. But he definitely showed some surprise in his expression when his senses told him that Elektra had pulled her legs back all the way. Matt wouldn’t hesitate to admit that he had never been with a woman as flexible as Elektra was proving to be.

Then again, Matt had to remind himself that the profession that she had chosen to follow definitely require one to be as in top physical condition as possible. As gently as he could, Matt guided himself to her opening and gave her a moment to change her mind if she felt so before he pushed himself passed her nether lips. Elektra groaned in response to having something that was easily and significantly bigger than several fingers put together.

Having experienced a variety of pain over the years, never once did Elektra consider the possibility that there was such a painful feeling that steadily gave way to a feeling that was anything but painful.

Matt quickly found out that Elektra wasn’t a virgin. Or maybe she technically was still but had broken her hymen due to her….‘activities’. The blind man had heard many stories among his college classmates, specifically the female aspect, that a young woman could actually tear her hymen just by some sort of physical activity that is either common place or extraordinary.

Matt had heard some talk and rumors among the people at Riker’s Penitentiary when he visited a client about how the Kingpin’s favorite assassin had tangled with Spider-Man on several occasions. Having met the teenager himself and ‘seen’ him in action, Matt could understand he might’ve tested Elektra more than most in a fight.

If anything, this basically reinforced the idea that for Elektra’s first time, she had chosen him among what Matt could easily assume were countless would-be and quite possibly eager suitors.

With Elektra’s legs bent back as humanly possible, Matt found that he could reach all the way inside. With each inch of his cock he pushed into Elektra, Matt gave her a moment to adjust. When all of his rod was inside of her and her breathing became even again, a sign that her discomfort was gone, Matt leaned forward so as to capture Elektra’s lips with his own. Elektra returned the passion she felt in Matt’s kiss but kept her hands where they were despite the fact she wanted to wrap her arms around him and hold him close while they kissed.

As they both kissed the other, Matt started slowly thrusting into the woman’s warm body. Matt positioned his arms to either side of Elektra so as to support himself above her. He wanted to used his whole body to thrust over and over into her.

Elektra moaned as her first-time lover began to fucked her. She did her best to keep her legs where they were. She had been able to hold her legs like this for an hour if she had to as part of her training to keep her body in peak conditioning but this new sensation that Matt was giving to her body was making it very difficult to maintain.

It wasn’t even a full minute that Matt began thrusting into Elektra that the woman let go of her legs and wrapped both her arms and legs around his body and held him close. Her movements were so sudden that she actually caught Matt off guard and made him fall right into of her. This only caused his stride to momentarily be broken.

Matt wasn’t about to stop since it had already gotten this far. Nor was he going to leave Elektra unsatisfied

Elektra moaned with every thrust into her body. The whole bed was starting to shake in timing with their movements.

“Oh..oh..oh...God...I never….” Elektra moaned.

Matt had learned to keep his sense of hearing in a certain state whenever he was this close to someone. Especially when they were entering into the throes of passion like he was doing for Elektra.

“Never...what?” Matt grunted out with each thrust.

“Never...knew...ohh...knew how...good...this feels!” Elektra almost screamed out the last part because Matt started hitting a certain spot that the woman never knew was even a part of her. She heard all the talk but to experience it firsthand, someone hitting that ‘g-spot’ within her, there were no words she knew to describe it.

“I can tell you really like this, huh?” Matt asked as he grabbed Elektra’s hips so as tp pull her towards him with every thrust.

“Yes! I do like it! Oh, God, Matt!”

Matt had started out at a slow steady pace with his thrusts. But he wanted to feel more and started to put everything he had in his strength into his thrusts. He wasn’t sure if he might actually hurt Elektra since he still wasn’t clear on if this was her first time or not but Matt felt Elektra would let him know if he was going too far.

“More….I want to feel more.” Elektra moaned out. “I can take it. Give me all of it.”

“Alright,” Matt pulled her onto his crotch with more of his strength that he didn’t know that he currently possessed. Elektra arched her back in response to this added effort, throwing her head back in a cry of passion.

“How’s that? How’s that feel?” Matt knew he didn’t really need ask but was more curious how Elektra would respond.

“Ah! It feels great! Don’t stop!”

Matt didn’t say anything in reply. All he did was maintain the current level of effort he was putting into pushing Elektra over the edge.

Elektra’s legs still hadn’t let go of Matt’s waist but her hands did grab back onto the bed sheets. Matt couldn’t see but Elektra was holding tightly to the material as if she was handing on for dear life. When the bed sheet was torn free from the mattress, Elektra reached out and grabbed ahold of the side of the mattress itself and held on just as tightly as before.

The man was also enjoying this as well. Since his sense of touch had essentially been dialed up to 11, everything that the average person’s sense of touch just might register was more pronounced for him. Sometime it leaned towards the negative like Matt could no longer drink any orange juice since the acidic factor that was normally mild or light to others was very painful for him.

But there were some positive aspects that felt like a fair trade.

Whenever Matt was with a woman like he was now with Elektra, the sensation of his acts on a particular part of his body easily stimulated it to the point where should he ever need Viagra, Matt would have to be at the age of 120. With his member inside of something that was wet, warm and wrapping around it both tightly and unbelievably softly at the same time, Matt had to train his body and mind so as to keep himself from reaching his limit basically within the first few seconds of becoming one with a woman. Especially a woman like Elektra.

“Wha…? What is this….this….feeling?” Elektra gasped. She felt something was building up inside of her and she knew Matt was somehow causing it.

Hearing that easily inspired Matt to increase the pace of his thrusts. If Elektra was about to experience her first ever orgasm then Matt was going to make sure it would be memorable to say the least.

The wet sounds from his dick slamming into Elektra’s wet pussy increased in tone. Matt started to jack hammered into Elektra’s dripping wet snatch as he finally let go of her waist to lean over to pound her pussy as quickly and as powerfully as he could for the final push. Elektra moaned out as her head rolled around losing herself in her passion. Matt took one hand with his thumb he attacked her clit rubbing it quickly.

“Oh God….God...oh...oh...GOD!!!”

Matt easily felt Elektra cumming like a rocket at the same moment she screamed out in ecstasy. He couldn’t help but grin at his effort of sending this woman straight up to and possible pass cloud 9.

Elektra had long ago thought she knew what it was to feel push passed her limits of what her body could do. Nothing, none of any previous experiences or knowledge she had beforehand, none of it could prepare her for the exhilaration her body had just experienced.

If it wasn’t of training her mind to function even when most people would let themselves either pass out or go blank, Elektra managed to retain the thought that if a woman had achieved her release then the man either had already or was waiting for permission from the woman.

“Cum Matt, cum inside me. I know you want to.” Elektra said even though she had her eyes closed tightly shut but had the feeling that Matt was surprised after hearing her say that.

Matt quickly remembered that Elektra had told him that she was in her safe period and didn’t waste a moment more. He grunted a few times as he pulled her against him and let out an animalistic groan as he filled her body with his cum. His dick pulsed several times as he felt himself empty into her waiting body.

The sensation that came along with this act was one that Matt easily loved to feel because of his enhanced senses. He had idly wondered if this is what the Yakuza enforcers that used katanas along with guns felt whenever they withdrew the blade from their hidden sheaths.

Matt slowly pulled out of Elektra, enjoying the sensations of his cock leaving a freshly fucked vagina. As he got on the bed next to her, since Elektra’s legs had already let go of his waist, Matt took this moment to catch his breath. Elektra did the same before rolling herself against Matt so as to rest her head on his shoulder.

Both took this moment to rest for a bit as they caught their breaths they were enjoying the feeling of their naked flesh against each other. Matt pushed up a little to capture Elektra’s lips as she eagerly kissed him back. Soon they sat untangled before each other as both were eager for another round. Probably more so for Elektra than Matt when the woman managed to get the man to sit upright with herself on his lap and her legs again wrapped around his waist.

She also wrapped her arms around his neck as tightly as she did before. Mat held onto Elektra’s hips as she ground her sex into his cock. Whether she was doing this to work him back up to a nice hard length against her snatch or her eagerness for another round wasn’t clear to Matt but he didn’t care either way. Matt shifted their kissing as he kissed down her slender neck and gave some special attention to her collar bone before he moved his hands to her ass and lifted her up.

This move seemed a little bold on Matt’s part and Elektra actually found it something of a turn on. Then her entire body felt like that she had just been jolted by a lightning bolt that went up and down her spine as Matt’s lips captured one of her nipples. Elektra couldn’t help but cry out at what Matt was doing. She quickly pulled his face directly to her tit, easily telling Matt by her actions alone that she wanted more of it. She felt Matt’s tongue run around the nub, gently biting on it and then liking it while in his mouth.

Matt didn’t expected Elektra to be as energetic as she had just became when he gave the nipple a good long suck. And he certainly didn’t expect the naked woman to respond when he felt her spasm as he suddenly felt her fluids dripping down onto him.

He pulled away with a puzzled expression on his face. “Did…did you just cum again?”

“A…a little.” Elektra panted out and she guessed it was time to admit to it. “Actually….I’m really sensitive on my nipples. Kind of always have been.”

“Oh really?” Matt may have not been with many women in his time but hadn’t met a woman that was sensitive in this particular area of their body. Then again, Matt had learned from some various firsthand experience that women had different areas that where sensitive.

Milla Donovan’s most sensitive spot was her entire spine which made some of the back rubs he gave her rather special.

Pretty much her neck and collar area was Heather Glenn’s sensitive area. Sometimes it made Matt wonder if she had some sort of hidden desire laid in some kind of vampire fantasy the way she reacted each time.

Kristen McDuffie, now she was a strange one in Matt’s opinion. One day it would be her earlobes and the next day it would be her inner thighs to even one day it would just be the area around her navel.

Matt wanted to see how sensitive Elektra’s nipples and used his enhanced sense of touch to gauge her reaction.

Elektra began crying out out as Matt gave the nipple that his mouth had a hold of a particularly hard suck, sending a shiver of pleasure right up and down her spine. He switched to the other one after a several moments and took the hard nub into his mouth and gave it a similar treatment.

The Greek woman continued to cry out as her whole body felt electrified. Every time Matt sucked on her nipples, she felt like her body wanted achieve an orgasm right there.

The feel of his body against her own skin, the way he treated her nipples and the feel of his warm cum still inside of her body. All fo this made her feel like she didn’t know she had been dying of thirst and now she was swimming in an ocean.

Matt felt himself even more rock hard, which he didn’t it was possible at this point, listening to her moan and basically thrash around in his embrace. Especially when Elektra managed to reach down and take a hold of something of his that Matt could tell she was almost desperate to hold onto. Her soft hand on his dick began working it’s magic as he wanted to go back inside of her. He pulled away as he sat down in front of her holding her legs gently.

“Want to try something?” Matt asked her.

“Just as long as you put that back inside of me.” Elektra told him.

Matt had done this a few times before with with Milla. He knew that Milla wasn’t as flexible as Elektra so this little move would be no problem with her.

Matt made sure that Elektra was laying flat on her back when he started. He closed her legs together and pulled them up so while she was on her back, her legs were sticking straight up. Matt used his free hand to help him guide his cock into her pussy and slowly pushed in.

“Oh, God. I didn’t think that would you feel even better after that.” Elektra moaned as Matt re-entered into her.

This trick that Matt had learned to help make a woman feel tighter as he fucked her came from a one-night stand with a girl from his civics class in college. Actually, this was the only thing he remembered about that girl and that night.

After letting Elektra’s legs rest on his shoulder and making sure he had a solid grip on both with one hand, Matt made sure his position on the bed was stable for his next course of action. He used his other hand to hold onto Elektra’s waist and started to fuck her like this with his hips thrusting in her over and over. He watched her moan out in pleasure. Matt’s senses even told him that Elektra had grabbed onto her own tits as he fucked her pussy. Matt was mostly focused at what his cock was feeling but his mind’s eye showed him that she playing roughly with them, pulling on her nipples as he buried himself into her.

She was still very wet from her own juices and his own cum that he had deposited earlier. That just made it more enjoyable for him and from the look of things, just are enjoyable for Elektra.

It wasn’t long into this new position that it felt to Matt like Elektra’s pussy was squeezing him as he rocked the both of them with his thrusts. Even the bed was again rocking in motion with them. He was glad about two things in regards to where his bed was in the apartment. That the headboard wasn’t against the wall or else the wall would have been taking some damage by this point. And that his downstairs neighbors weren’t home at the moment.

Been a couple of times where they asked how a blind man did such antics in the bedroom with a woman which was a conversation Matt really didn’t like having with his neighbor.

“Oh yes, fuck me Matt! Don’t stop fucking me!” The woman was starting to claw at the bed, feeling her next orgasm coming.

Also, Matt knew that his neighbor might actually hear some of the cries Elektra was making and would be even more inclined to ask him what exactly Matt was doing with his one-night stand.

“Damn it Elektra, I’ll admit there were times I’ve wanted to fuck you like this ever since we first met.” Matt told her while keeping his rhythm as both hard and fast into the woman’s pussy.

“And I always have dreamt that you were waiting in my bed for nights like this!” Elektra yelled in response. “I can’t believe what I’ve been missing out! I want to experience more of this for countless nights….ugh….to come!”

“I’d like that too!” Matt increased his thrusting making Elektra cry out even more so. Matt might eventually admit that he used to have a fantasy about Elektra in where they would meet in battle but would end up like this in his bed.

However, what Matt heard from Elektra about what she wanted to experience for many nights to come wasn’t exactly meant for him.

Matt had already let out a hot shot earlier but he could start to feel himself getting ready again after a few minutes in this position. Having basically total control of her body and listening to Elektra’s sounds of ecstasy as he grunted with the effort. Eventually he couldn’t take it any longer as he felt himself ready to release the next load into her.

“Elektra….I’m...I’m going to cum soon.” Matt told Elektra while he put in as much effort as he could with his thrusts.

“Do it! Cum inside of me again Matt! I want to feel it! I want...to feel...EVERYTHING!” Elektra yelled out at him, feeling her impending orgasm.

“Oh God…here…here I cum….Elektra!” Matt cried out thrusting into her one last time and holding himself as he felt his cum shooting into her body and soon felt her tighten up as she arched her back, her fists holding the sheets as she came with him. Elektra essentially emptied all the air in her lungs as she screamed out from being shot to the highest level of pleasure she had ever experienced.

Matt held Elektra close to him, well close as one could be while still holding on to her legs. Both of them stayed in their relative position for a moment as Matt finished feeling the pleasure course through him from his release into Elektra’s possibly filled womb.

Eventually Matt let go of her legs as he dropped himself gently on top of her his head resting next to hers as their bodies covered in sweat. Both breathing heavily against each other. Matt turned his head as he managed to push himself up a bit and kissed Elektra hard. She eagerly kissed him back, running her hands through his short reddish hair.

The two continued to kiss but it turned out that Elektra wanted one more shot from Matt even if he wasn’t quite ready again.

Elektra managed to reposition herself with Matt underneath her and herself basically already riding him in the span of several seconds. It didn’t take much on Elektra’s part to get a certain aspect of Matt to be revitalize.

“Oh...Elektra….” Matt was about to say that he needed a moment before the woman started to ride him in a way that felt like there was no tomorrow for the both of them. He didn’t really wanted to mention it was because of the fact that his sense of touch combined with his dick having just been spent made it more sensitive and rather more painful than pleasurable at the moment.

Elektra didn’t say anything in response other than pin Matt’s arms down with her own. Had Matt’s eyesight worked at this one moment even in the low night life, he would’ve saw that the look on Elektra’s face might have been cause for concern.

It was painful at first and it required some mental reinforcement to block out the pain but eventually Matt started to enjoy what Elektra was doing to his rod.

The Greek woman was going by instinct at this point. All that she was doing was whatever was making her body feel good and she wasn’t about to stop until she couldn’t take any more. She shifted her hips in every which way that she could but maintained a rather fever pitch of going up and down on Matt’s sword.

As much as Matt wanted to participate, his strength was more or less gone at this point and all he could do was go along with the ride Elektra was giving him. Eventually Elektra released Matt’s arms so that she could again play with her own tits. Matt managed to find the strength to at least have his own hands help Elektra in fondling her breasts.

Elektra threw her head back when Matt started helping in fondling her breasts. Especially when Matt started pinching her nipples in a way that she didn’t know she liked until Matt started doing it.

When Matt was on top of her and thrusting into her pussy like the proverbial jack hammer, the jolts of pleasure it sent up her spine was easily enjoyable. But what she was feeling now, with her being on top and riding Matt’s cock the way she was at this very moment, it was not only completely different but more enjoyable than she would have expected. She had enough presence of mind to know that this was going to lead the possible the best orgasm she felt even though it was her third one in her life.

“Fuck….Elektra….” Matt still did what he could to fondle the woman’s impressive breasts but his strength was fading fast. He knew already his impending third limit break would be his last for the night. As strong as he made his body to be, another downside to having enhanced senses is that when they were overloaded as they became so during unbelievably great sex, Matt felt more drained of strength than any other man probably would have. Even after three time limit release.

Elektra didn’t hear what Matt said. All she was focused on was the orgasm that was about to hit her for the third time. What neither of them actually knew at that moment was Elektra’s blue eyes starting to glow. She had her head thrown back while she rode Matt for all he was worth and her eyes were just staring blankly upwards so it never really registered for her that her own eyes began to increasingly glow. Of course Matt didn’t notice either for obvious reasons and his other senses were already over-taxed so nothing was really registering for him other than Elektra’s love tunnel was now increasing it’s grip on it’s rod much more strongly than before.

When the woman came down hard again on the man’s rod, she hit the right spot within her that set off the biggest explosion of sensation she had ever felt. Elektra basically grabbed Matt’s hands that were still holding her breasts so tightly that she didn’t notice what happened when she hit her final orgasm of the night.

For Matt, he would recall it being the greatest sensation he had ever felt throughout his entire body. He didn’t realize what had actually happened for both him and Elektra.

At the moment her orgasm racked her entire body, Elektra’s eyes weren’t the only things that were glowing. Her entire body actually glowed in a lightish blue, possibly sky blue color. Another effect that neither Elektra or Matt realized at this moment was somehow an electrical pulse came from Elektra’s own body. It wasn’t serious enough to have the same effects as an EMP would but it was more than enough to actually overload Matt’s senses past the point where he could retain consciousness.

This was mostly because of Matt’s intimate connection with Elektra and the pulse that shocked him was concentrated strongly at this point. It was easily more than anything Matt had ever experienced in regards to pleasure and his enhanced sense of touch amplified it past the point where his trained mind could handle the feedback.

Even Elektra was spent by this event was well. The euphoric feeling flooded her body was more than enough to overload in about the same manner as it was for Matt. Elektra fell over and laid on top of Matt who had already passed out from experiencing Elektra’s newly awakened ability. There was even a residual charge leftover from Elektra’s surge that made her and Matt’s hair stand a little on end.

Both stayed like this on the bed with Elektra sleeping soundly on top of Matt. Elektra’s body had essentially locked up which meant she actually didn’t even let go of the part of Matt that was inside of her when both of them skyrocketed to past cloud 9.

The blind lawyer/vigilante wouldn’t regain consciousness for at least a day. It was fortunate that it was a weekend and that Matt had nowhere important to be when he managed to awaken from the most intense sexual experience he ever had in his life.

However, when he did finally regain conscious, Matt wasn’t the least bit surprised that Elektra was not in his apartment even after he found out how much time had passed. It didn’t even surprise him the least when he found a note left on the nightstand next to the bed that had only one word on it.

“Goodbye.”

Matt had trained his senses to read more than just braille by touch which helped him in understanding some situations better when it came to how certain words were written. Not to say it wasn’t foolproof but Matt felt that his intuition about the message from Elektra was spot on in this case.

Their night together was something that Elektra wanted to remember Matt by even if it was just one moment. He also felt that she was no longer working for the Kingpin because if she had, then there was no way that Matt would have woken up in his own apartment much less at all. Even if Elektra was not actively working for the Kingpin but still maintained some sort of connection with him then there was no doubt that the criminal figure kept close tabs any even the most mundane employ to say nothing about someone like Elektra.

If anything, it reinforced the idea that what they shared last night was a one-night stand in every sense of the term. Wherever she was going from here, Elektra didn’t want Matt to become a part of such a journey and he had to respect that. At least for now.

Indeed Elektra was going on a journey but it didn’t involve leaving the country or even the state of New York. And at the end of that journey was another vigilante that left an impression upon that quite possibly greater than the one Matt Murdock left on her. If he hadn’t then she wouldn’t have made the decision to find him no matter what it took.

The following days were relatively normal for the city of New York. Or at least whatever passes for normal in an age where meta-humans appeared faster than the latest iteration of reality tv shows.

That was the thought a certain web-swinging wall-crawling teenage vigilante was having as he made his routine patrol a little longer than usual.

Well, on the surface it was called a ‘routine patrol’ but there was different reason why Peter was out and about. Jessica Drew had fully decided to venture out as Spider-Woman and had been steadily making a name for herself as another protector that patrolled both Queens and New York City. Peter was reluctant in allowing Jessica out on her own even though she specifically asked not to be supervised after a training week that she went through with Peter.

It was only a week but at the very least there were several instances where Jessica was challenged in how to deal everything from small time crooks to meta-humans and mutants that thought they were some kind of unstoppable force with whatever unique ability they possessed.

One such person called himself “Lightmaster”. Peter remembered when he and Jessica ran into that man when he was attacking one of Roxxon’s research buildings within the city limits. It didn’t take long into that fight where it was made clear this man whose real name was Edward Lansky was attacking the building as some sort of payback. Hearing one of the scientists that worked there and was taking cover from light-based energy attacks about how the tech Edward had developed was under contract with the company and made possible through the company’s tech and not Edward’s ingenuity as the man claimed.

Even though Spider-Man was on scene, it was Spider-Woman that defeated Lightmaster with the general public witnessing it. Peter laughed when he realized that in a way, Jessica first super-villain was about the same as the one he had to deal with: Herman Schultz aka The Shocker. Both had some interesting tech and both wanted some kind of payback against Roxxon Industries while using said tech in their endeavors.

If Peter had to make a choice on which tech was better, he had to go with Lightmaster’s on the basis that the suit he made created some interesting offensive and defensive capabilities while Herman’s blasters were really no different than a handgun in how they were used. If it wasn’t for Jessica’s venom blasts, there might’ve been more damage and possible civilian casualties for Peter knew the fight would’ve lasted a little longer had it only been him against the bad guy.

Jessica definitely proved her mettle as an aspiring hero of the city after that fight. What made Peter a little jealous of Jessica was when a day later an internet group appeared practically out of nowhere and started a fansite following her exploits. When Spider-Man made his appearance to the public, he was hit with so much negative comments and reviews about his performances that he was sure a lot of warlords in tropical jungles across the world felt sorry for him. It did ease his jealousy somewhat after Peter saw that Jessica’s efforts were being acknowledge for what they were.

As much as Jessica like the attention she was getting from the public, she was worried that it might renew efforts from Norman Osborn to find her even though he had been relatively quiet. The reason Jessica gave to Peter as to why she was doing this was because of a weird version of ‘cabin fever’. She said that Peter had the right idea on what to do with the powers he was given and that doing any less than what Peter was doing was basically worse than doing nothing at all.

Now she wasn’t so sure after she made the decision to make a name for herself as Spider-Woman

Peter did agree to those notions that Jessica laid out but he also made another point in that they both knew that if Norman Osborn had wanted to come after her, and by extension Peter because of their connection to the OZ serum, he would’ve done something that would have drawn her or him out. So far, Jessica’s parents had been left alone even though they were still in the dark of where she was herself. Peter added that it might’ve suggested that Nick Fury had a security detail on Jessica’s parents that Norman might know about and was aware that any action made directly or indirectly towards them would send up a proverbial flare for Nick to easily notice.

If his experience taught him anything, even if someone has a multitude of connections with various political and government agencies, inconveniencing someone that had equal if not more connections would probably cause a series of conflicts with the end result not being favorable for either. When Peter made it so that Wilson Fisk had to leave the country to beat a dead-to-right murder charge, it did surprise him that he was able to beat it but it also made it clear that Fisk had a lot of influence at his disposal. Norman Osborn probably had similar connections but probably not enough to go against Nick Fury and S.H.I.E.L.D. and come out of that encounter unscathed.

While all of that was solid points on Peter’s part, he was aware that it didn’t help ease the apprehension within him whenever Jessica went out on her own patrol. He knew that if Jessica learned that he was shadowing her whenever she went out alone, Peter was more than sure that Jessica would be a little ‘upset’ by it.

The end result of that being either him getting punched through a wall or getting venom blasted past the point of where his remains were recognizable. The only thing Peter could think that could save him from either fate would be to make sure he screwed Jessica past senseless or at least where she couldn’t remember at all what it was that made her mad in the first place.

Peter figure he might need both Baumgartners to help him in that regards.

Unfortunately, since Peter was so wrapped in his own musings about his position in shadowing Jessica that he didn’t realize that he had lost track of her or for how long he had.

“Damn. Some stealth operation I just carried out. Making sure that I wasn’t been seeing that I didn’t even bother to make I could still see the target.” Peter said to himself as he landed on a nearby rooftop and scanned the horizon to see if there was any sign of Jessica.

After about a minute of looking at the city skyline, Peter could only groan at his obvious failure. “Well, ever since I gave her those web-shooters, she has gotten better with them just as fast I did. And if I wanted to lose someone just by web-swinging….”

Peter’s audible internal thought process came to a screeching halt when his spider-sense instantly warned him of an incoming attack. Peter managed to get an idea where the attack was coming from so he just managed to avoid whoever it was that came from just above him. However, Peter didn’t avoid the leg sweep that quickly took out his legs before he even had a chance to land back on his feet after he had jumped out of the way.

“Oof!” Spider-Man landed flat on his back and with enough force to where his lungs lost a lot of air as a result.

Spider-Man did have enough presence of mind to roll backwards and away from whoever it was that was attacking him. He was caught off-balance and the longer he had no control over his own balance meant whoever it was that was attacking had that bigger of an opportunity to go in for a possible fatal strike.

After he rolled away from where he landed on his back, Spider-Man used his agility to quickly get back on his feet combined with his spider-strength to jump a fair more distance away. He wasn’t sure what the skills were on his attacker other than they possibly had better than average physical prowess.

“Well, looks like the rumors I heard about you are true. You’re not easy to sneak up on nor do you go down so easily.”

Spider-Man focused his entire attention in the direction of who it was that spoke and was glad that his mask easily concealed the expression that appeared on his face. Having heard about her was one thing but seeing her in person was definitely something else entirely.

“My my, no comeback quips that I also heard you’re rather famous for? Does this sexy little cat have your tongue as well?”

Spider-Man mentally slapped himself into the present after hearing that. It was instant reminder that if this person had terrible intention against him, he had given them more than enough time to follow through with it while he basically stood like a statue.

Before him was Tigra, the other vigilante that had been running around Queens and New York City taking down small-time crooks and gang bangers. There hadn’t been much in terms of recorded appearance but all the descriptions made about her were basically the same: a female that had the characteristics of a Bengal tiger that included having a tail.

However, from all the descriptions that Spider-Man had heard and read about, none of them in his opinion gave her the justice she deserved in regards to her appearance. Especially since she was walking on top of the building’s AC unit much like a tiger would when stalking it’s prey. He could tell that she was wearing basically a leather two-piece that either showed off her curves or enhanced them. The city’s night light that was behind her wasn’t good enough to give the wall-crawler a better view. Not that he wasn’t complaining at all.

‘Wow. I remember once thinking that Natasha was the hottest woman I had ever seen and I have both cable and the internet. Seeing her like this, she would definitely give Natasha a run for her money in the looks department alone.’ Spider-Man thought to himself as he committed every detail he could see to memory.

It took a bit of eye strain but Spider-Man could tell that her skin was covered in very fine fur. So fine in fact that it could easily be mistaken as body paint. He was also able to tell that she definitely had some muscle tone to her from the way her own muscles shifted in response to how her legs and arms moved. Her movements easily told Spider-Man that it was natural for her. She wasn’t trying to ‘stay in character’ as some would-be super-criminals tried to do. The idea that she was already a mutant or a meta-human had crossed his mind when he first heard about her. But what he saw didn’t help in deciding which she was.

It was clear that she wasn’t wearing any kind of footwear as well as it was clear that she easily had a set of claws on both her hands and feet. And her tail itself was clearly real or a very expensive Hollywood prosthetic. The fact that the tail was moving back and forth reminded Peter of a house cat’s behavior in regards to playing with something or someone.

“So, I guess introductions are in order. I’m your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. Who might you be?”

Before responding, the female feline easily jumped over Spider-Man and landed gracefully behind him on the ledge of the building’s rooftop. “Tigra.”

The smile that Tigra gave Spider-Man had more meaning to her than the one Spider-Man believed he understood.

Tigra, or actually Mary Jane Watson, had actually been hoping to run into Spider-Man, or rather, Peter Parker, while she was out on patrol for some time now. The girl had been debating on whether or not to tell Peter before now but ultimately decided against telling him. Mary Jane was aware that Liz was going to tell Peter about her fire-based powers soon enough once she got better control over them. What she could do now was impressive to say the least but Liz felt she could do more and didn’t want to find out accidentally while out in the city.

Also, Liz said that she wanted to make sure that when she showed her abilities to Peter, he would be in no real position to change her mind in becoming a superhero like he was for the city. They knew he was for the idea of having Lori and her daughter Lana alongside Jessica in making up a team like the Ultimates but Mary Jane and Liz had known Peter long enough to know what his opinions might be in certain situations.

He would be reluctant on the issue to say the least but would come around if he saw that it wasn’t his choice to make. And if that didn’t work, Mary Jane would help Liz in convincing the others to withhold sex until he acquiesced. Even male superheroes could be held by the balls for a completely different set of reasons.

But for her reason to find Peter Parker in this state...well, she was more than sure it couldn’t be called ‘practical reasons’ by any standard.

She actually wanted to know something for sure in regards to Peter and this was the only means she had that would get her a clear answer.

“So...Tigra...” Mary Jane smiled when she caught the tone of voice Spider-Man used to say her alias, the kind someone uses when they are completely unsure of the person in front of them. That told Mary Jane that either Peter was good at faking he didn’t know who she actually was or he truly didn’t know who she was and from what Mary Jane could tell right now, Peter wasn’t lying. “Care to tell my why someone like you is running around on the rooftops?”

“Well….” Tigra gave Spider-Man a very coy and sexy smile while she replied. “I could tell you….but I think it would be much more fun not to tell you.”

Before Spider-Man could ask on what it would take to get her to tell him, Tigra used her agility and speed to pounce forward at him. Spider-Man’s spider-sense didn’t trigger because Tigra’s action had no intent to cause harm upon him. The teenage hero had expected his spider-sense to warn him but when it didn’t at all, he was completely caught unaware by Tigra’s movements. Tigra managed to tackle Spider-Man onto the ground but she didn’t stop her movement there. She was quick enough to move after Spider-Man was flat on his back to take off running.

Spider-Man recovered quickly enough to get back on his feet and follow after Tigra. Even though she had a solid head start on him, Spider-Man was able to catch up to her by simply running. That was until she showed that she had a level of agility and strength that would give Spider-Man’s own a run for it’s money. That was also keeping in mind that Spider-Man knew other people who had similar abilities like Jessica Drew.

As much as Spider-Man was enjoying in keeping his eyes on Tigra’s backside as he chased her on foot, he did at least get a better understanding on her outfit. Such as the bottom half of the leather two piece she was wearing was clearly custom made. Either that or this female feline actually purchased one of those ‘peekaboo’ swimsuits that he heard about online.

‘Huh, didn’t think learning something like that from Lori would become useful so soon. If this girl has purchased such clothing than Lori would know where to look either at the mall or online. Nice to have a backup plan just in case I lose her among these rooftops.’ Spider-Man thought while keeping his eyes as focused as possible as his target.

As the two of them continued this cat-and-mouse chase, it eventually led to some taller buildings that actually worked towards Spider-Man’s advantage. He wasn’t able to use his web-shooters before now but as he continued to chase Tigra via web-swinging, something became apparent to him as he watched Tigra’s movements. She was still proving that her agility was what one would expect considering her appearance. She was also proving that she knew these rooftops very well in that she didn’t waste any movement she made when she jump to another rooftop or when she landed.

With that in mind, and from the actions Spider-Man saw her preform, there was a conclusion that he made that actually worried him. If Tigra was just doing some kind of playful chase with him then she would be doing maneuvers with her obvious acrobatic skills as a show of challenge against Spider-Man. Instead what she was actually doing felt more and more like she was leading Spider-Man somewhere. That definitely made him more on guard as well as decide that he better end this chase before she reached whatever destination she was leading him too.

He honestly knew nothing about this person other than what he had seen and he reminded himself of the last time he ran into a very attractive member of the opposite sex. How things had turned out the way they had with Natasha Romanov was something that Spider-Man had a hard time wrapping his mind around. That could easily be the same with her if not worse. Hell, for all Spider-Man knew was that this girl was a replacement for that woman that the fat man Wilson Fisk had as a both a right-hand associate and assassin.

That was more than enough incentive to stop this chase as quickly as possible.

Tigra on the other hand was having fun with this little impromptu chase. She had initially wanted to see how she would fair against another meta-human since most of the criminals that she face were either drugged-out-of-their minds punks or wannabe gang bangers that thought they were good enough to make some kind of name for themselves. The only one she came across that might have passed for a meta-human was someone calling himself ‘Kangaroo’.

From what she heard him spout like the ass he was, Kangaroo was trying to take over some of the Kingpin’s territory since many had started to question the criminal figure if he was something worth fearing. From what Tigra saw, Kangaroo was definitely muscular looking and possibly British because of his accent but overall looked no different than the typical enforcer that some gang boss would send out to knock some heads around if they weren’t doing as they were told. Aside from his delusion of criminal grandeur, Kangaroo definitely had a kick that had serious power behind it which was why Tigra figured he had to have been some kind of meta-human or at least jacked up on some serious steroids.

They did have a little one-on-one fight but it was because of her agility that she managed to get an advantage over him and knock him out.

Tigra’s musing on her fight with the wannabe crime lord was cut short when she had to avoid running into a web wall that was made in front of her. It was only because of her enhanced agility that she managed to stop in time instead of running head first into it. It was also because of this that she managed to avoid Spider-Man trying to web up her legs at the moment she had stopped running.

“Oh, does the little spider want to catch my tail that badly?” Tigra asked while she assumed a stance indicative to her name where she was on both her hands and feet.

“Not really but I think its past time you tell me why you sought me out in the first place.” Spider-Man had taken a position on the rooftop where he had stopped Tigra that would allow him to quickly respond should Tigra decide to take a more direct approach with him.

“Hmm….no, not just yet.” Tigra replied before she moved quickly enough to avoid Spider-Man firing another web-line at her.

Spider-Man fired two web-lines at Tigra to stop her movement but he had just missed her each time. When he tried to take a third shot, Tigra surprised him by jumping forward and catching the web-line so she could pull hard enough on it to actually pull Spider-Man towards her.

The both of them collided in mid-air and fell through the skylight that was below them. Tigra and Spider-Man managed to land properly on the floor after falling through the skylight but Tigra was the first to make a move by flipping backwards and out of sight. Spider-Man would have followed suit immediately but most of the falling glass and debris hit him and delayed his reaction to Tigra’s movements just long enough for him to lose sight of her.

Spider-Man’s sense may have been enhanced to where he could see and hear things better than he could before, his night vision was just enhanced enough to where he wouldn’t at least trip over something in very low lighted area. Considering where they had fallen, Spider-Man was more than sure that the feline girl had better night vision than he did. Looking in the direction where she had backflipped and seeing that there were some objects that someone could easily hit if they didn’t jump high enough reinforced this theory in his mind.

Keeping himself alert and scanning the area, Spider-Man called out to the girl. “You do realize this can be considered breaking and entering since I know you haven’t left yet.”

“And that can also be applied to you. I haven’t actually taken anything or you haven’t seen me taken anything...yet.”

Spider-Man focused his hearing so he could get a bead on where she might be hiding but the sound of her voice echoed just enough to where he would need to have her talk a couple more times.

“Didn’t you say earlier that you took my tongue? Guess in a way, I’m ready to take it back.” Spider-Man kept his web-shooters at the ready for the moment he got a possible fix on where his target would be.

“Would you even know how to use your tongue with me?” the playful tone in Tigra’s voice definitely got Spider-Man’s attention in more ways than one. One of which was something Tigra was actually aiming for.

“Sounds like a challenge.” Spider-Man tried to the priorities in his mind from shifting over to certain possibilities on what he would do with his tongue with, or rather on, Tigra.

Tigra kept to the more shadow areas as she moved about the room. Her night vision was easily better than Spider-Man’s since she could see what was about her as clear as if the room’s lights were turned on. She hadn’t really planned on where they were at being the area for her impromptu plan but from what she saw, it was actually quite fortuitous.

Just so long as they don’t get caught doing what she wanted to do in the meantime.

Spider-Man kept scanning the area as well as focusing on his spider-sense. He had hoped that maybe it could at least give him a general direction where his target was since it always seemed to warn him of incoming threats and danger. It was only because of him also focusing on his sense of hearing did he pick up on something that was coming from an area behind him. Spider-Man fired a web-line rather blindly where his hearing picked up the sound of floorboard creaking. He had aimed at the ground with one of his web-shooters but used his other one to aim upwards when he heard the sounds of someone making the motion to jumping out of the way in a surprise manner.

The first web-line missed Tigra’s foot by mere inches but the second web-line got her right in the mid-section. When Spider-Man realized his second web-line hit something that was in motion, he pulled on it just enough so as to bring whatever his web-line hit towards him.

Tigra was definitely caught off guard by what Spider-Man managed to do. Her reflexes were good enough to avoid the first web-line but clearly she didn’t count on Spider-Man’s intuition or stroke of luck. The second web-line he shot got her just at the point where her motion was carrying her body to the side like she wanted but she was in no position to counteract the web-line when it made contact.

It was a unique experience to be pulled in a new direction while already moving through the air in a completely different direction. Tigra noticed something while she was being pulled towards Spider-Man and decided to use it to her advantage. Obviously where they in the building was some sort of storage space since there was some exposed pipes hanging from the ceiling. Tigra reacted quickly enough to grab onto a pipe while she was moving through the air and used her own momentum to grab the pipe and plant her feet against a support beam of the ceiling and push off of it. Even though this allowed her to regain some control in her flight towards Spider-Man, Tigra miscalculated the amount of strength she should’ve put when kicking off of the ceiling beam.

Spider-Man’s spider-sense did warn him the instant Tigra made it so she was flying at him instead of being pulled at him like he had done moments before. But his body posture was made so he was unable to react at the flying female feline coming right at him.

Tigra collided with Spider-Man with enough force to cause both of them to roll backwards. The only reason why Tigra rolled with Spider-Man was because he had wrapped both of his arms around her the moment she was close enough for him to do so. When the both of them came to a stop, Tigra was in no hurry to free herself from Spider-Man’s grasp.

Especially when she realized where the both of them had come to a stop.

Tigra wasn’t sure if they were in a building that made custom furniture or the building was a store front for a major company that did make custom furniture. The only thing she did know was that they were on a very comfortable mattress.

Mary Jane Watson felt this was the perfect moment to enact her plan. She was a little hesitant to admit that this little impromptu game with Peter Parker got her more excited than she expected but she felt it would work more in her favor with what she had in mind.

Spider-Man was at a loss on what to do next now that he had Tigra but it didn’t help matters when he felt Tigra moving while within his hold. He could tell that she wasn’t trying to free herself since her movements were coming from the mid-section of her body.

“My, my, my….does the spider really want to play with this kitten that much?” Tigra said in a soft and husky voice that definitely got Spider-Man’s attention. Essentially he got the implied innuendo when Tigra made several more motions that caused a very specific part of his body to react.

“Well...can’t really blame me since I do have someone on top of me that most guys can only dream about.” Spider-Man’s voice held some uncertainty to it but it was mostly because he was distracted by Tigra’s continued actions.

The moment she felt Spider-Man’s arms around her lose some of their strength, Tigra moved quickly enough to break free and then pin his arms above his head. Tigra made sure she had the ports of his web-shooters covered so he couldn’t fire one off but it seemed like a moot point on her part. Tigra didn’t think it would be this easy to have Spider-Man’s attention but figured his spider-sense wasn’t going off which would have easily kept his focus on the here and now.

Tigra continued her motions with her hips, essentially grinding herself against the hardening member that she so could easily feel through both Spider-Man’s costume and her own outfit. She actually wondered if this part of her lover had actually gotten bigger over time. She knew it was a weird thought to have since it wasn’t that long ago she had it inside of her. Maybe it was the excitement of what was going to happen next that made it seem bigger to her.

“So, what will you do next?” Tigra continued to grind herself against Spider-Man.

Spider-Man didn’t respond right away since his mind was essentially stuck on two modes of thinking. The first mode of thinking was to get himself out of his current situation and at the very least get back to following Jessica Drew like he had been doing so before his run with Tigra. The other mode of thinking which was starting to override almost every other rational thought that was currently in his mind and was replacing them with the singular thought on to take what Tigra was doing to the next level.

The only reason why Spider-Man hadn’t acted in response to the second mode of thinking was his mind was clear enough to remind him of what he did to that one girl some time ago. She was a prostitute, there was no denying that, but it still didn’t excuse what he had done to her. He didn’t know what would happen with Tigra if he went just as far with her in this situation and he certainly didn’t feel like taking the chance in finding out.

Well, that feeling wasn’t as screaming as loudly at him as the other was.

Tigra knew the person behind the mask that was underneath her well enough to guess correctly that he was having an internal debate about the situation. She decided to push the debate into the direction that she wanted.

Very slowly with her hands, Tigra released her grip on Spider-Man’s wrists and moved them down his arms towards his mask and lifting it up just enough to allow her to passionately kiss him on the lips. It was no surprise how Spider-Man responded. Nor was she surprised when Tigra felt Spider-Man’s hands move to her sides and felt around her exposed back.

Tigra had just enough presence of mind to realize that Spider-Man’s hands were looking for the one particular part of her upper piece of clothing that she knew he had some decent experience in handling. But her outfit was custom made by her own hand so she didn’t put in a clasp that he was obviously looking for.

“Looking for something?” Tigra said after breaking the kiss and gave Spider-Man a sly smile that she easily told him that she knew what he had been looking for.

Spider-Man tried to come up with a response but Tigra silenced him before he could by placing a finger on his lips and saying “Shhh...”

Tigra, while still straddling Spider-Man’s waist, sat up and took hold of his hands so as to guide them to her very ample breasts. She even made Spider-Man’s hands fondle and squeeze her tits on the off chance he needed some extra incentive. It quickly became very clear to her that Spider-Man needed no extra incentive of any kind when he took over fondling her breasts when Tigra removed her hands from his own.

Spider-Man was basically all set to remove what little clothing she had on and put his mouth right on the very hard nipples he could feel through the material. It was at this moment that the voice of reason manage to get through to him by metaphorically screaming at him that might have made him deaf if it was done in the real world. This break caused him to realize that he was in a situation that was dangerously close to other time.

Other guys might’ve loved the idea that they had bedding multiple women, even a hot mother/daughter combo and married woman being among the most of said idea. But Spider-Man, Peter Parker, knew already what happens when he pushes his luck past a certain point and right now, he felt he was a hair’s breadth away from it.

Tigra could see as well as sense the hesitation in Spider-Man when he stopped. Even more so when he managed to remove Tigra off of him gently and both were standing facing each other. The tiger girl felt a sense of relief in that Spider-Man had made the decision to stop despite everything she had done up until this moment to get him to act on his instincts.

But the whole ordeal had already made her about as horny as she had ever been. Probably more so because of her current form and mindset. She seriously doubt she could wait long enough to make it back to Peter’s home and get him to screw her until she was completely senseless or get to the Baumgartner’s place and have them help her out.

Spider-Man said nothing for several moments, which even he himself found strange since he felt something needed to be said about what just happened. But then again, that would mean he might have to reveal a little too much information as to why he backed off in the first place. What felt like hours of silence on his part but only a moment passing in the real did Spider-Man make the decision to turn towards the skylight where the two of them had entered and leave.

He didn’t get more than three steps from where he was before Tigra came from behind and wrapped her arms around his chest while pressing her chest firmly against his back. Spider-Man had not problem by this means to have a very clear idea how firm this girl’s breasts were. Whether it was because she was either a meta-human or some other unknown factor, that didn’t matter especially when it was also quickly realized that they were as natural as can be.

“Its just us here so….go ahead, Spider-Man…” Tigra said while walking around and facing him but before making sure that the person in front of her got in one more feel of her ‘assets’. “Us heroes live only in the moment. One day we can be taking down some purse snatcher and the next fighting off an invasion from another country, maybe even another world. Some moments we can choose while others we cannot. I choose this moment with you and I want you to choose it too but only if you want it too.”

Tigra wasn’t exactly lying when she said that Spider-Man. Everything she knew about him, about Peter Parker and what he feels about being Spider-Man was something that changed when Mary Jane Watson started going out as Tigra at nights. If she was going to risk her life without worrying about being thanked by the people she saved, then at least she can at least help someone who was in the same situation the only way she could.

Spider-Man’s reasoning center of his mind was screaming at him to leave the area as quickly as possible. If it was given a visual aid to how it was screaming at him, one would see a man with a bullhorn screaming at the top of their lungs with the bullhorn itself pressed right up against the ear of the man at whom he was screaming at.

Even had his reasoning center dropped a metaphorical nuclear bomb next to his ear, it still wouldn’t get Spider-Man’s attention. Another part of Spider-Man’s mind, a more familiar and more frequently used as of late, had his sole attention and fixated on the idea that it presented to the consciousness.

If Spider-Man was serious about creating a team in much the same way as the Ultimates and X-Men then that part of his mind hit him with the idea of adding this girl to the team. It did sound more like adding another girl to his ‘harem’ but it added the fact that for the most part, the only one out of the team so far that had experience in being a ‘hero’ was himself. Jessica Drew was barely beginning to get past being an amateur but still was very raw in terms of experience. From everything Spider-Man had heard about the girl in front of him had told that she had been doing her part as a hero for some time now and that did give rise to the idea that she had some experience.

However, the pros and cons of adding her to the team, the possibilities of what would come from this decision, all of that was instantly forgotten when the male teenager noticed Tigra crossed her arms under her breasts and very subtly increased the visual perception of her bust.

Tigra mentally screamed in her mind ‘YES’ when Spider-Man reached for her to bring her back and to give her a passionate kiss.

As Spider-Man kissed Tigra gently once more, the tiger girl could feel him already reaching for the clasp that held her custom-made bra together and made attempts to loosen it. She was just about to help him in his efforts but frowned momentarily when she realized that Spider-Man used his spider-strength to simply break the clasp completely. She didn’t dwell on that fact but quickly removed the piece of clothing since she didn’t want Spider-Man to break the material of the strap that wrapped around her neck.

Custom-made leather clothing wasn’t cheap nor would it easy to fool her parents about another delivery from a big brand name custom clothing store from the city.

When Spider-Man took a moment to see Tigra’s naked chest before him, he had to admit that there was something exotic about the sight that all the other girls he had been with couldn’t quite compare. He told himself that they weren’t ugly by any measure but there was no doubt that anyone, male or female, wouldn’t be aroused by what he saw before him.

The tiger girl couldn’t help but blush bright red as this was the very first time she had ever been naked in front of her lover in this form. She was actually a bit worried on what might be the fallout once Spider-Man learned the truth but that was for another time. This time, she was going to enjoy this for as long as possible.

Spider-Man continued to kiss Tigra but began adding greater passion and desire with his movements before he moved his tongue on her lips and, with some gentle prodding, gave the girl an idea of what his intentions were. Tigra responded to the request and opened her mouth to which Spider-Man did not hesitate as he plunged his tongue into her mouth and the result was very much entrancing to Tigra. She moaned out in pleasure and desire and responded slowly by having her own tongue challenge Spider-Man’s tongue for dominance within her mouth. This continued for what seemed like forever for the two until the one who wanted to be the dominate of the pair changed things up.

Spider-Man moved back and smiled at Tigra as he looked at her half naked form and then touched her breasts gently. Tigra herself couldn’t help but grit her teeth at the shivers of pleasure that made their way up her body. She felt like she couldn’t handle it anymore and Spider-Man noticed it as well.

“So, do you……?” Spider-Man was about to ask if the catgirl that was pressed up against him wanted to be in a more comfortable position but didn’t really get the chance when he momentarily broke off the kiss to ask the question.

Tigra relocked her lips with Spider-Man’s while wrapping both her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Tigra considered it a bonus that Spider-Man was keeping her balanced without using his hands. She was more than familiar with the point that her sex was resting on and she also knew how her sex was starting to ache for every second that this teenage vigilante’s rod hadn’t penetrated her.

After having some practice with her tail, mostly on how to keep it from acting completely like it had a mind of it’s own especially during a fight, Tigra managed to make it so that her tail caused enough motion to make it so Spider-Man moved towards a nearby very comfortable looking mattress. Tigra was glad that it didn’t take too much prompting from her subtly actions to get Spider-Man to move.

Or he had the same idea since once the two of them were close enough, Spider-Man laid Tigra gently onto the mattress without breaking the kiss.

Tigra helped Spider-Man remove the upper part of his costume but made mention to keep the mask on, at least for now. While Spider-Man removed the lower part of his costume, Tigra had already removed what was left of her outfit. Tigra couldn’t help but lick her lips in preparation of what was to come even though this was the farthest thing from being the first time with this individual.

Her mind quickly chalked it up to the fact that in a way, it was the first time with Spider-Man as how she currently was. That thought easily sent more sparks into her body not that she needed it for the fire that was already growing inside her. Particularly her loin area.

Even in the night light, Tigra was able to see well the tone body in front of her. Especially when he removed his boxers and revealing what she considered to be his hardest form his rod had taken on yet.

“Like what you see Tigra?”

Tigra felt her face heat up but she wasn’t entirely sure that Spider-Man could tell that she had just blushed at that question.

“Oh definitely.” Tigra replied while giving her lover in front of her both a smile and hand gesture that essentially asked the same thing.

With only the lower half of his mask moved, even Tigra could see the smile from his lips that he too definitely liked what he saw in front of him. That response was all that Tigra needed to know she had him right where she wanted him.

Tigra moved forward and kissed Spider-Man. Both of them pressed their nearly naked bodies to one another and both moaned even while Spider-Man gently moved Tigra towards a better position on the bed. Spider-Man could feel Tigra’s hands feeling all over his back. Even her nails or claws in this case. He felt that they were just close to cutting his skin because of the pressure but it seemed that Tigra was just holding herself back to stop that from happening.

He moved back and touched her breasts once more and Tigra moaned out her pleasure at that and it made Spider-Man happy to see Tigra reacting in pleasure like that. Strangely, it seemed….rewarding in his mind on how he was both feeling the cat girl’s sizable bust and his actions were causing her to definitely respond positively.

One last time, Spider-Man’s mental side of reasoning tried to get it’s point across before things finally gone too far past the point of no return. But about everything else within the teenager’s mind came to the decision to simply just go with the situation and see how it would develops.

The teenage vigilante listened intently to Tigra’s moans as he used them to gauge his actions and the way Tigra responded told him that he was on the right track as he continued to caress her rather large breasts. In truth he was finding himself rather attracted to them and to her in some new growing ways. Spider-Man, or rather Peter Parker, did recall how all the other girls he had bedded felt in his hands and how there were very many and subtle differences between them all. It wouldn’t be a stretch that after being with so many partners, oneself would find out what they would prefer for a memorable night of passion but Peter easily found himself that he didn’t care about that at all.

It may be more centered on being selfish but Peter Parker realized that having moments like these might help in the long run. He had already realized being a vigilante was an entirely thankless profession. Probably in the same league as being a city sanitation worker considering how the newspaper The Daily Bugle painted him.

Tigra herself was getting drunk on pleasure and desire that was welling up within her. For some reason, it felt to her that it had been SO long since she had ever been touched in such a delicious and wonderful way that she couldn’t help but be utterly entranced by it all.

‘I…can’t believe I’m actually thinking this...but I miss this…it’s been so long since I had felt this…more…please…I…want more.’ Tigra thought to herself as she felt Spider-Man’s mouth now beginning to suck on her tits.

Spider-Man apparently could sense the desire burning in Tigra so he leaned forward to kiss her deeply. Tigra fervently responded to that action with her own tongue pushing it’s way to his mouth, which he willingly opened and Tigra didn’t hesitate at all as she tasted him and ran her tongue into his mouth and dueled with his own. This made the two of them moan at the very same time.

Tigra was ravenous in her tasting of Spider-Man’s mouth and she found that she was barely able to restrain herself. She was already more than prepared to either ride Spider-Man until the floor beneath them broke or have him pound her growing wet pussy until she couldn’t think or stand straight anymore. But she had to hold herself back no matter how taxing it was on her nerves. She was going to go slowly to savor this moment and make it nice for Spider-Man as well so no regrets could come of it when she showed him the truth.

Tigra was content to let Spider-Man take the lead for the time being. She wanted to feel his passion, lust, love, and desire for her like she had in earlier moments of intimacy. She didn’t even care about the possibility that police officers might be coming to their location since they did both broke into the place in the beginning even though it was accidental. The only thing she wanted to think about was how wonderful it was to finally feel pleasure and desire from sexual and romantic contact with him in this form.

As they parted with their kiss, Spider-Man looked at Tigra’s deep emerald eyes which were sparkling with desire and he smiled warmly and blushed as he reached for her large and firm breasts and touched them again and he was amazed at how soft and how firm her breasts were. Especially when they were covered in light fur as one would expect from feline.

When he ran his fingers on her nipples, Tigra moaned out her pleasure as she recalled how sensitive her breasts were to touch in this form.

“Oh yes…right there Spider-Man….”

Spider-Man then cupped her breasts and then he moved forward and Tigra leaned back in compliance with Spider-Man’s actions and she gasped as she suddenly saw Spider-Man open his mouth to again take in her right breast and her nipple. The cat girl hissed loudly as she felt Spider-Man begin to lick and suckle on her nipple and breast while cradling her. She started to sense how much Spider-Man enjoyed this as she felt his cock touch her thighs and her lover’s sex was hard and hot. That made her feel even more aroused by the sensations as well.

Spider-Man then laved attention to her other breast while caressing the other still with his hands.

Spider-Man was learning just how to pleasure Tigra exceptionally well, to which he chalked it up to be with several different individuals of the opposite sex. He had learned a sort of basic means of finding out where the sensitive areas were on a woman’s body. Doing certain motions and listening to how many times Tigra would moan and shout in pleasure easily told him how well his efforts were at the moment.

Tigra felt like she was in heaven as she felt Spider-Man continue his actions on her breasts. When he began to move between her left and right breasts, doing things evenly in order to make the pleasure even more intoxicating, she almost forgot how sharp her claws were and how easily they could cut into Spider-Man’s back.

At times with Spider-Man’s gentle but strong licking, suckling, and nipping…she felt like he wanted to take her entire tit into his mouth whole and the pleasure made her swoon.

“Ah yes….Spider-Man….that’s good….” Tigra said while reaching out to the sides of where they were laying down. Her claws easily cut into the floor but then again, wood floorboard might as well been paper to her.

When Spider-Man moved away from her breasts, Tigra took the initiative and moved her body forward and kissed Spider-Man once more and then she made her own move as she reached out for him and began to kiss and lick Spider-Man’s body, starting from his face to his neck and then to his broad and well formed chest. This made the teenage vigilante moan out in his own desire and pleasure.

Tigra knew what to do to make Peter enjoy her touch. Honestly it wasn’t all that difficult to figure out but knowing that Spider-Man was responding favorably to her actions was still a good thing.

She continued with her actions and then reached Spider-Man’s toned stomach where she kissed it gently. It still amazed her how that in getting his spider-abilities, his body easily had the feel of being a chiseled marble statue. Even with the outfit he wore and how skin-tight it was, Tigra knew that most wouldn’t be able to tell how toned Spider-Man’s body was unless they actually felt it like she was right now.

After removing his boxers, something that made Tigra briefly wonder how he was able to wear something like it and not show up because of his spider outfit, she stared at Spider-Man’s sex for a while before licking her lips. Spider-Man did see that act on Tigra’s face and found the sight oddly arousing act in of itself. He was already aroused before but that sight Spider-Man guarantee would easily arouse him the moment he saw it.

Tigra licked her lips once more before looking at Spider-Man who was looking at her with wide eyes that she could see through the lens of his mask at the moment and she smiled sensually and spoke. “Now it’s my turn Spider-Man…”

Tigra began to run her hands gently on Spider-Man’s sex and felt the hot length, the smooth warm skin and when she touched the soft spongy head of her lover’s sex, she smiled warmly to herself and then to Spider-Man before she made her move.

Tigra relaxed herself before moving forward and licked Spider-Man’s cock by the shaft in a slow up-and-down motion. She followed up by using one hand to help stroke his cock and the other to fondle his balls.

The way Spider-Man acted and moved told the aroused cat girl that she was making all the right moves at the moment and it began to make her heart beat even faster and make her feel even hotter. She licked his cock from base to tip and she would gently nip and suckle on Spider-Man’s testicles…mindful not to hurt her lover too much and Spider-Man’s pleasure shouts told her that her actions were doing what she hoped they would do at the moment and she continued until Spider-Man was shouting her name in pleasure…but she was going to make him scream out loud as she reached the tip and with several licks she opened her mouth and took in Spider-Man’s full length into her mouth.

Tigra blushed brightly as she slowly took in Spider-Man’s hot and hard length slowly. It wasn’t like she hadn’t done this before with Peter but she had to make sure that at the very least Peter, as Spider-Man, would feel that the technique was just enough different.

Spider-Man groaned in pleasure as Tigra slowly bobbed her head up and down. He could tell that she was making sure to get his cock a light coating of her saliva before she did what he felt she was building up to. As soon as Tigra took in enough of his length to the point he could feel the tip touching the back of her throat, she stopped completely as if to get herself to relax.

Tigra was indeed fighting back the gag reflex for a couple of moments and when she was assured that she was ready, she began to move her head up and down careful. She also made sure not to scrape her teeth on Spider-Man’s cock for she knew about how painful and uncomfortable that might be on a person.

Especially considering that was with normal human teeth. Tigra was more than aware how sharp her own teeth would become when she changed from Mary Jane Watson to her current form. Sure she had fangs while in this form so the last thing she wanted was to accidentally drag one of her fangs when she had all of Peter’s dick in her mouth.

Spider-Man looked at Tigra as she moved her head up and down with his cock in her mouth and working a kind of magic on him as she licked and sucked on his rod. He reached out and touched Tigra’s head and gently played with her red hair while he moaned in greater pleasure.

“Tigra….that’s so good….”

Spider-Man was in heaven and he honestly wanted this to last forever. He wasn’t sure if Liz, Laura, Lana, Jessica or MJ could do what Tigra was doing to him. This was definitely a positive aspect in getting to have Tigra join his group. Even when the teenage cat girl ran her tongue along his shaft when his entire cock was in her mouth.

Tigra likewise was enjoying this immensely and the fact that Spider-Man was encouraging her was an even greater turn on for her. It wasn’t too long before she started to sense the twitching and tensing of Spider-Man’s hips and his cock. When she started to hear rapid breathing was the final sign that he was reaching the end of his rope and she smiled as she continued.

After about five more bobs with her head was Tigra was rewarded with Spider-Man’s orgasm as he howled out in pleasure and she felt his cock significantly twitch in her mouth. Tigra felt the first streams of Spider-Man’s sperm hitting her throat and it tasted sweet and salty as she knew it would be.

As she enjoy the taste of Spider-Man’s cock milk while taking in as much as she could manage, which she noted that it seemed to be far more than any of the times before, Tigra eventually moved back and released Spider-Man’s cock from her mouth. Some of the seed flew out from his still twitching sex and struck her face and some fell onto her breasts which Tigra didn’t mind at all. She swallowed Spider-Man’s seed and then took the remaining seed on her face and breasts in her hands and licked them off in again a cat-like fashion. Spider-Man watched her the entire time with wild and lustful eyes that Tigra was still able to see through the lens of his mask.

Spider-Man was overwhelmed by the sight before him and vowed never to forget the sight of what many would easily consider a science nerd’s dream coming true: a sexy cat girl swallowing his sperm and licking her fingers and hands clean of it right in front of him at the moment.

To say that this was the MOST erotic thing he had ever seen in his entire life, and his life was anything but ordinary to say the least, was probably one of the few understatement of his life. He certainly wasn’t going to forget the sight before him for as long as he lived and there was no way in Hell was he going to blurt it all out to anyone else that he and Tigra were doing at this very moment.

Tigra herself was far from done and she felt it was time to begin sealing the deal in this situation. She grabbed her lover’s sex and licked the head gently, getting the remaining seed and making Spider-Man moan out in pleasure. She then covered the still wet cock with some of her saliva and then she parted her breasts and placed Spider-Man’s cock between them before using her hands to press her breasts together. Spider-Man watched as Tigra covered his cock between her above average breasts and as soon as she was sure she was ready, Tigra began to move her body and Spider-Man’s sex was now being caressed by Tigra’s large bust.

Spider-Man felt like he was in heaven as he felt his eyes nearly go to the back of his head while feeling like he was going to burn up in the heat of the pleasurable sensations that were running all over his body from left to right. The heat from Tigra’s breasts, along with the softness and firmness of the large orbs of flesh, was truly amazing. He gripped the mattress beneath them tightly as he felt his cock becoming harder and hotter in a way he never expected or even thought about.

Tigra knew this was the first time giving Peter a ‘tit-fuck’ and she was worried that maybe there was something more to do than what she had actually seen but never did until now. She also never thought about doing this before until recently she realized how much her bust increased when she changed forms. She did briefly wonder that after Peter found out who she really was, would he be into her human form or her cat form for future titty fucks.

She could feel the warmth of his rod between her breasts and found the sensation of it unique and surprisingly pleasant. Especially the act of the motion itself.

As she heard and saw Spider-Man being in pleasure because of her actions made her even more excited to where she even started to lick the head of Spider-Man’s cock when it would appear.

“That feels so good…..” Spider-Man said in between groans from Tigra flicking the tip of his cock with her tongue. Especially when she would briefly use the tip of her tongue to move through the split at the tip.

Tigra continued her actions and Spider-Man was in heaven until he came and out came yet another hot load of his seed. Tigra eagerly and quickly took the head of his dick into her mouth so as to take in his seed into her mouth once more but she did miss some which did cover her breasts again. Tigra found herself reveling in the warmth of where dick milk touched her on tits.

Tigra gave a heavily panting Spider-Man a smile after she released his cock from what Spider-Man would admit felt like one of three best things for his cock to be confined in with the other two being the pussies of the girls he had screwed along with those he had also ass-fucked. Because of her fur and how it felt easily silky and hot around his dick, he did have the thought that maybe this was the real reason why science nerds fantasized about having sex with a cat girl.

After licking up all the drops of Spider-Man’s cum that was on her breasts and his cock, Tigra leaned over Spider-Man to and whispered, “Now it’s your turn Spider-Man…”

She leaned back and parted her legs before Spider-Man and she revealed her wet and dripping sex before him. Spider-Man couldn’t help but stare hotly at the wetness that he saw slowly coming out. He even had a weird thought as he stared at her nether lips for what would it be like to eat out a cat girl? The curiosity of finding out was all that he needed to follow through with his choice of action. He briefly smelled an odor that was actually very delightful to his sense of smell at the moment as he leaned closer towards Tigra’s sex. He noted that even with her fur-covered skin all over her body, Spider-Man could see how coral pink these lips were were, just like Tigra’s nipples.

He then bent forward and gently kissed her sex several times, making Tigra moan out loud each time. Spider-Man took his cue and licked her nether lips, making Tigra hiss in pleasure. When he began to lick, kiss and suckle gently on the outer lips, making the sexy cat girl moan out loud in great pleasure and joy at the sensations he was giving her, Spider-Man almost didn’t hear her actual words through the moans

“Spider-Man….right there…harder…more…”

When Spider-Man heard that, he couldn’t help but smile that his actions were getting such a respone. He complied and found the smell of Tigra’s wet sex intoxicating and the taste of her juices were utterly to his liking as he moved in closer and then he got a rather impromptu idea and parted said lips and to his surprise, he saw another set of lips which were of a deeper shade of pink and were wet. He then spotted a small bulb like organ which made him realize a rather fun fact.

‘Guess this cat girl is definitely a girl where it counts.’ Spider-Man thought to himself.

As he began kiss and lick both, the results were explosive as Tigra shouted in pleasure and arched her back at the sensations that Spider-Man had unleashed into her body with his actions.

Spider-Man continued his actions as he tasted his lover’s sex and juices and Tigra was in heaven as she made her pleasure and joy evident with her moan s and shouts as Spider-Man stimulated her clitoris and her vagina’s inner lips.

“SPIDER-MAN!! AHHHHHHHHH!!”

It was then that Tigra came, the very first orgasm she had felt in this form and it was glorious. Everything, from tension to stress to any other negative feelings she had prior to that moment, she felt it all bleed out like a river from her body. Blissful relaxation and joy filled her body all the way to her very bones and it was a glorious feeling. Spider-Man lapped up her juices eagerly and relished the sweet nectar that Tigra unleashed and as soon as he was able to take in as much as he could manage at the moment, he moved back with her moisture on his face and looked at Tigra who was panting heavily, a clear sign of having just reach cloud nine and was slowly coming down.

Spider-Man only waited for several moments to see when Tigra had fully come down from her cloud but his instincts had fully taken over his mind the moment he tasted her lust juices.

Tigra was going to say something but lost her voice when she felt a similar sensation between her legs. To be more precise, Spider-Man’s cock, now easily hard and eager once more, was pressing against her sex. It was a rather glorious feeling for the both of them. Spider-Man saw the wetness that was covering Tigra’s sex and the cat girl knew what was going through Spider-Man’s mind and she merely nodded and spoke.

“Go ahead Spider-Man…I’m ready for this…”

Spider-Man nodded in reply before taking hold of his own cock in order to properly align himself and when he was sure, he slowly moved forward between Tigra’s legs and as soon as he felt his cock’s head touch Tigra’s nether lips and hearing her gasp in pleasure….he pushed forward.

“Ahhhhh…...yes….!!”

Tigra gasped out loud in pleasure and some pain. She wasn’t sure until now about how much her body had changed beyond the obvious signs but feeling Spider-Man, feeling Peter Parker entering into her for the first time in this form, feeling his long and thick sex entering her inner womanhood was making her feel very much alive and she could feel her sex stretch to accommodate Spider-Man’s cock.

Spider-Man groaned and pushed deeper and deeper into Tigra’s wet sex and he relished the sensations that were filling him to the very bones.

“Tigra…you’re so hot…so hot and tight…”

“Spider-Man…you feel so good!” Tigra had her eyes clenched shut the entire time Spider-Man slowly entered into her. Her sense of touch easily told her more than enough than her eyes ever could.

Spider-Man groaned at the tightness, heat, wetness, and softness of Tigra’s sex as he pushed deeper into her. Tigra moaned at the heat, thickness and length of Spider-Man’s cock as he pushed deeper into her pussy and made her feel more pleasure and more alive than before. It was then that she gasped out loud as Spider-Man was now inside her fully as his hips touched hers and it was making her even more awed at how he fit inside of her.

Maybe it was some kind of trick of the mind for Tigra since it was Spider-Man that was inside of her and not Peter being inside of Mary Jane Watson.

The feeling of utterly being filled to the core by Spider-Man made Tigra wish they could stay like this forever but she placed those thoughts aside and focused on the now and she moaned out her pleasure and joy at the feeling of being one with Spider-Man.

“You fill me…it’s so good…”

“Tigra…”

Spider-Man got used to the sensations he was feeling and when he was ready, he began to move his hips. Moving backwards at first and then pushing back, reaching all the to Tigra’s inner womb. It was a very delicious feeling for the teenage cat girl and as Spider-Man began to establish his pace and slowly moved in and out of her wet sex, Tigra felt herself ascend to heavens with each thrust.

“Oh yes! That’s it Spider-Man….more…, oh God...more!”

“Tigra…this feels so good…”

The two continued their actions as the sounds of their love-making filled the area they were in. The smell of their juices filled the air as Tigra held onto Spider-Man for dear life as each thrust of Spider-Man’s cock into her wet pussy was making her feel even more pleasure and joy. She could feel her entire body heat raise and sing at the sensations. Spider-Man likewise was in awe at how hot and wet Tigra was at this very moment and how tight as well. The teenage vigilante began to increase his pace as he thrust faster and harder into Tigra and she encouraged him greatly with her words and her way of holding him tightly to her own body. It became to her as if she didn’t want to lose contact with him for any reason.

“HARDER!! FASTER!! OH YES!! DEEPER!!”

“You feel so good! So damn good”

Tigra reached out and held Spider-Man close to her so they could share a searing hot kiss and even thrust each other’s tongues into each other’s mouths as Spider-Man continued to thrust himself deeper, faster and harder into Tigra’s hot and willing form and sex. The two kissed fiercely and when they finally broke for air, Spider-Man worshipped Tigra’s breasts once more and the teenage cat girl held him close as he licked, sucked and kissed her breasts. He even alternated between the large and delicious orbs of flesh to even things out and Tigra gave encouragement to him as she wrapped her legs on his waist to hold him closer to her as he continued to thrust his sex deeply into her own.

Spider-Man was aware earlier how strong he was but now, he was completely lost to his lust and was thrusting as hard as he could into Tigra. The makeshift bed that the two of them were on was barely holding together would easily be destroyed before the two of them were done. None of that matter to Spider-Man except to keep putting his cock in and deep as he could with each thrust. It was almost a mission for him to have the tip of his rod spear into Tigra’s womb itself each time and he would not slow down until he did.

Tigra for her part was only aware of how her pussy was getting pounded harder than it ever had by Peter. In this form, her boy was indeed stronger but it was barely holding against Spider-Man’s actions. Each time she felt his cock kiss her womb, the jolt of pleasure that hit her body was almost too much to handle. When she started feeling what could she could only describe as his cock actually entering her womb for brief moments, that sensation alone made her silently scream out each time she felt it. If it wasn’t for Spider-Man’s hands holding onto her, Tigra would have started clawing his back until it was a bloody mess from the intense pleasure he was giving to her.

It wasn’t too long of his actions did Spider-Man reached the end of his rope. He finally gave into his orgasm but he managed to make Tigra come at the very same time and the two shouted their combined releases and it was then that Tigra felt Spider-Man’s cock release his seed into her womb and it was in the same large quantities that she had gotten before which was utterly amazing to her. It so easily felt like it was filling her entire sex.

Spider-Man swore that he saw bright colors in his vision and white hot pleasure flooded his senses. He even felt Tigra’s inner sex milking his cock while holding it in like a vice at the same time. To say he was overjoyed by the sensations he was feeling was an understatement. He even thrusted himself into Tigra’s wet sex several times while still unleashing what was left of his seed into her womb. Spider-Man felt drained when he finished unloading all of his sperm into Tigra’s snatch but he was far from being completely exhausted.

Tigra rather reluctantly released her death grip on Spider-Man’s rod and she did, he himself moved away as he felt his cock slid effortlessly out of Tigra’s wet sex while he took a sort of kneeling position before Tigra. The sight before him, one that even in the low light of the room he could tell was Tigra sweating profusely and panting heavily with her eyes easily glazed over. All signs in Spider-Man’s view that she was in a greater sense of pleasure than he had given to her moments before.

Tigra needed several moments to collect herself since her body had be jolted with so much pleasure that it was easily half numb and the rest was tingling so much that she couldn’t feel anything else but that sensation. When she managed to come back to her sense, Tigra could tell that Spider-Man was still very hard to which she relished at the sight of it. As she got up, with some effort on her part, she kissed Spider-Man and went to her hands and knees and looked at Spider-Man and spoke in a very seductive tone.

“Come on Spider-Man…once more…”

Spider-Man was more than happy to oblige and he honestly felt nothing was going to stop him from sending this sexy looking cat girl into a coma of bliss.

But the sudden sounds of people moving about below them and what could easily be heard as police chatter over walkie-talkies stopped both teenagers in their place and realize several important facts.

One, they had obviously set off a silent alarm after crashing through the skylight and more than enough time had passed for even the most unenthusiastic police officer to check out a silent alarm. Add in the final fact that the two of them just recently screamed out in pleasure to where only the deaf wouldn’t be able to hear them even in a city like New York, someone was going to easily know somebody was in a place where they legally shouldn’t be.

When the movement they heard below them moved towards an area where the two of them noticed was the same area as the stairwell, Tigra was the first to react to the situation. She wasn’t too proud of what she choose to do but she knew Spider-Man would get herself out of this situation.

Spider-Man himself didn’t react fast enough to when Tigra kicked him in the stomach. The kick itself wasn’t strong enough to really hurt him but it was just enough to knock the wind out of him and make him lose his balance. Tigra took advantage of his moment of weakness by moving quickly to the skylight and jumping up through it.

A split second later, Tigra stuck her head back through the skylight to say one last thing to the friendly neighborhood wall-crawler.

“I have no problem moving around without clothes, just so you know, since all cats are naked anyways but I doubt you would want to flash someone while web swinging around in the city. Catch you later, Spider!”

The moment Tigra finished her sentence and disappeared out of sight was the same moment Spider-Man realized that the most clothing he had on his person was his mask. The rest of his clothing was somewhat scattered about and the sounds of people approaching meant he had no time to waste before someone caught him in his birthday suit.

Fortunately he still had his web shooters on and so was able to shoot a web line to all pieces of clothing, both his and Tigra’s, fast enough and make his way through the skylight as well. He took a chance and made his way to a nearby rootfop and got out of sight as fast as he could. When he was certain that the police that had been alerted to the silent alarm were not looking in his general direction, Spider-Man proceeded to put back on his uniform as quickly as he could. The cold night air was definitely making him feel far colder than normal, especially since he had a layer of sweat still on his body which made the wind blowing by feel much colder.

Once he was fully clothes again, Spider-Man took the moment to recap what had just happened in his normal manner.

“Okay, I was originally following Jessica to make sure she knew how to both handle herself and to make sure she was safe. I lost her and on my attempt to find her again, I come across the one calling herself Tigra which proves that some rumors spread around the internet are indeed true. Then, for some reason that doesn’t really qualify as a practical one in retrospect, I chase after Tigra to the point where we both end up crashing into someone else’s property via skylight. And the conclusion to said chase is me screwing her tail off which in turns fulfills a nerd fantasy I once had years ago.”

After saying all of that out loud to himself, Spider-Man took a moment to let his own words sink in before he came to his own unique conclusion. “Yeah, I’m making really intelligent decision in the heat of the moment.”

Spider-Man shook his head at his own actions and found that the only possible beneficial outcome to his recent decisions is that this time, he was with a consenting partner. That one prostitute would haunt him for some time but at least this time he didn’t take her by force.

However, that also meant it would be someone else that he would have to keep quite about whenever he was with the other girls. He definitely didn’t like keeping secrets from those he cared about because he knew that sooner or later, sooner whenever it was in regards to him, would come back to bite him in the ass. The only consolation he could see with these recent set of decisions was that maybe he had created some sort of relationship with Tigra considering how willing she was in letting him screw her.

“’Relationship’ might not be the best term but hey, I did screw a mother and daughter in following me. Maybe if I screw Tigra enough, she’ll follow me too.”

Spider-Man laughed when he realized that Tigra had found him and not the other way around. It was when he looked at the clothing she had left behind, which was a pair of expensive looking leather bikini outfit, he got the idea that maybe he can back trace where someone might buy these and have a better idea where to find the tiger girl. The only question would was how does a male look for a specific brand and style meant for females without looking like a complete pervert or possible transvestite?

Actually, the better question was how to ask the girls he knew without them coming to some possible and very wrong conclusions that might have the end result of him getting his balls blasted by two of said girls,

Spider-Man let out a sight before firing off a webline in order to begin swinging back to home. He knew that the answer he would need wouldn’t come to him just by standing on the top of a building in the night. There was only two things he knew for certain at this point in regards to Tigra.

He would meet her again eventually and given what he saw of her attitude, it would be a friendly encounter to say the least.

Spider-Man then had the weirdest idea when he noticed the articles of clothing he had in his hands while still web slinging home.

“Its going to be the weirdest version of Cinderella. Prince Charming had only a glass slipper as a means of finding out who it was he had met. I’ve got very sexy clothing and I find myself that I don’t want to see if they fit, only how fast I can take them off. Man, if my former nerd self knew what life would have in store for the future, I think he might have died from a nose bleed from all of it.”

One Week Later-

Janet Van Dyne knew that when she agreed to help Peter Parker, she was going to get herself into a hole that she would not be able to dig herself out and the only bargaining chip she had that might keep her from being put into a S.H.I.E.L.D. Black Site prison was the work she had been doing on Peter’s OZ venom. It was the only thing she could do ever since the moment she came across it and the unbelievable potential that came with it.

She knew Nick Fury was easily no fool when it came to keep and finding out about secrets. It was possible that he suspected her of some kind of research that she was doing at the moment and the only reason why he hadn’t voiced said suspicions was he was either too busy with more pressing issues or he was working a hidden agenda himself and would call upon her work when it would suit his needs.

Janet did remember a briefing with her team, The Ultimates, that there had been recently uncovered evidence of other countries working on super soldier programs. Nick Fury did say that it could be argued that ever since United States of America created one first, the other countries felt they deserved to have a super soldier team of their own. He also said it was the same thing after what happened with Hiroshima and Nagasaki and why the nuclear arms race pretty much sprang up out of nowhere.

Janet remember that little lesson back in her college days. One of her professors said that no matter how well governments can cooperate with one another, if one government has the ability or power to take command of the whole world than all other governments will seek the same even if it means seeking it in the shadows.

More proof of that was what caused the woman her injuries that Janet had been treating while examining Peter’s OZ venom was done by a woman that obviously had been enhanced in such a way that no one else had considered especially when it was confirmed that said woman was in fact dead. Bringing someone back from the dead and making it so they were far stronger than they ever were alive was a very scary thought since it did mean in a weird sci-fi way of raising an undead army. And if you can’t kill an undead army, what then?

These were the myriad of thoughts running through Janet Van Dyne’s mind as she made her way towards the safe house that Natasha Romanov had been residing in ever since she first arrived with severe injuries. Considering the very indirect route she had to take in order to make sure she wasn’t followed, Janet had almost too much time on her hands and her thoughts easily began to drift along many different topics as of late.

In a way, she would be glad to start looking over the date from her latest round of experiments she had done using Peter’s OZ venom. Maybe looking at something she was more familiar with, scientific equipment and various research notes she had made, would help ease her mind.

However, the moment she entered into the safe house, Janet knew her mind wasn’t going to be at ease any time soon or ever. She had to blink several times just to make sure what she saw was actually real.

On the medical bed where once had a sleeping attractive red head Russian woman now only had it’s pillow still on it. The bed spread was easily on the floor and the medical equipment that was supposed to be attached to a certain individual either hung in the air or was on the floor as well.

Janet knew she hadn’t been gone for more than 3 days at best but it was clear that whatever happened, it happened just recently. Maybe in the last hour.

Janet Van Dyne let out a loud groan in annoyance to what her mind was now connecting all the dots to the one conclusion she really did not have the time to deal with.

Natasha Romanov was awake and she was gone.

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Author's Note: Been gone a lone time, I know but I’m getting back into writing and I have honestly missed doing so. So read and review.
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