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The Seductive Spider-Harem	By : rubicon541 Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 84806 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Peter walked into the pharmacy. It wasn't quite six a.m., but he hadn't slept yet. He couldn't imagine sleeping. He idly wondered if he could use a wish to wake all the way up and be refreshed -- after all, he was tired because of sex, right?
Maybe. Despite Ovyah saying there were no actual limitations on what she could do, there kept being conditions that felt like limitations. And maybe that'd be annoying if this wasn't one of the best days of Peter's entire life. There was just a few details to take care of -- things Ovyah couldn't or wouldn't but hey, it wasn't a thing. All right, this one might have been embarrassing, but he was an adult and besides, no one'd know him from Adam, especially this early in the--
"Well, Mister Parker!"
Peter froze. There was an old man in tinted glasses behind the pharmacy counter, in a slightly out of date white pharmacist's coat. Peter had known him for years. "Oh... hey," he said. "I... thought you'd retired?"
"Retired? Me? Hah! You think you've had a chance to retire and then they call you right back up. 'Some overnight guy didn't work out, can you cover for a few days?' Can I cover -- I've been compounding medication since Johnson was President -- I think I can cover a few night shifts. 'Course, they don't let us compound medication any more -- everything's in pills dispensed by machines. It's like I'm the go between for an ATM. But never mind me." He smiled. "What can I do for you today? Some sudafed? Or maybe a prescription pickup? Can you imagine the sudafed being behind the counter -- it's Dristan all over again. A'course, once upon a time you'd come to a drug store for a milkshake, but these days... what was that you needed?"
Peter coughed. "Plan B," he muttered.
"What?"
"Plan B."
The pharmacist gave Peter a look. "Levonorgestrel?"
"Uh... yeah."
"One-Step?"
"...yeah. Yeah that..."
The pharmacist turned, walking slowly to the counter and collecting the box. He turned back, walking over and setting the box down on the counter.
"...uh... thanks--"
The pharmacist reached under the counter and set a second box next to the Plan B.
Peter blinked, looking. Condoms. "Uh--"
"This stuff won't protect you from disease," the pharmacist said, gruffly. "Or protect the girl you're buying this for. If you care about a girl, you care enough to protect each other. And these are more effective anyway!"
"I... I know--"
"If you have time to take her panties off, you have time to put a rubber on, Mister Parker. You should know that by now."
"...yes sir."
The pharmacist rolled his eyes, and turned to ring the sale up. "At least you're paying for it. Some guys, I tell you. It was different in the seventies. 'Course, everyone was on the pill then. There are days..."
"Yes, sir."
"Okay." He paused. "Get her some crackers and maybe a latte. And a flower or two isn't a bad idea! She didn't do anything shameful! Make sure she knows that!"
"Yes, sir."
"Okay." He shook his head. "I tell you... some things never change."
Twenty minutes later, Peter opened the door to his apartment. He had a small bundle of flowers and a bag of sundries, in addition to the actual medication. "Okay," he said. "I got it -- and more than my recommended daily allowance of passive-aggressive--"
Peter trailed off, staring.
Gwen was there, in a clingy lace teddy. Black and green in the pattern of the clothes she had been wearing, with stockings and heels. She smiled, posing. "What was that?"
"I... have no Earthly idea... wow."
"Good to hear." She smiled, a bit naughtily. "You did get the emergency contraceptive, right? Or did you just get flowers? Because flowers won't keep me from getting pregnant."
Twelve hours before, Peter was helping peel torn clothing off the blonde. Ovyah was -- thankfully -- nowhere in sight as he led Gwen into his bathroom. "Are you okay?" he asked, for about the twelfth time. "I scratched you here and there--"
"And I scratched you. Shut up, Peter." Gwen smiled, stretching. Hair unbound even from the ever-present hairband, cascading behind her, her skin gleaming white in the fluorescent light of the bathroom, breasts full and tipped in pink, a hint of blonde hair delicately between long, smooth legs.
"Shutting up," he said, smirking. "C'mon..."
He started the shower, making sure it was just the right amount of hot, then turned swiftly, scooping up Gwen and sliding her into the stream of water, prompting her to squeal, then arch and lean back into him. "God, I needed this," she half-moaned. "I was none-too-fresh before the Goblin threw me off the bridge."
"You're beautiful and wonderful and all of this was wonderful," Peter said, hands sliding over her front and beginning to soap her up.
"Yeah, but I didn't smell wonderful. I smelled like panic and sweat and--"
Peter kissed her on the neck, hands sliding up to lather her breasts, causing her to coo. "You smell like Gwendolyn," he said. "That beats everything else. God, Gwen... after all this time..."
"I know," she murmured, shivering with his fingers teasing her nipples. She moved her hips back, letting her buttocks cradle his penis, causing it to stiffen against her. "We lost so much time, Peter. And you spent so long feeling so guilty..."
"I never got over it," he murmured, not slowing down his 'washing' of the blonde, his hands exploring her sleek body... "You have no idea how many times... and over and over again the Goblin would try to break me with the memory -- throwing Mary Jane off, throwing your clone, throwing your--" He paused.
"My daughter," she murmured. "I know all about it. Peter... I... I never knew how to tell you--"
"It's okay. Osborn's a lot of things, but he's damnably good at manipulating. He seduced the whole nation into making him the top cop and director of H.A.M.M.E.R. We spent months with all the real heroes running while he stacked a bunch of supervillains up as 'the Avengers.' He's fooled me more than once, and I have every reason--"
"I know. But I should have told you. I was just... just so ashamed..."
"Gwen... I should have explained... everything about your father..."
Gwen turned in his arms, sliding her wet skin against his. "Enough. We can apologize all night or we can make love, and I'm sick of sorries." She smiled softly. "My God I wanted this, Peter. For years I wanted to strip naked and show you just how much I loved you, and that was not knowing you were Spider-Man. Now... thinking of all the times you saved my life -- saved the city and the world..."
"Shh..." Peter leaned, kissing her, sliding his hands down to her naked ass, massaging and encouraging her closer, his erection pressing against her lower stomach, causing her to sway against it, encouraging him.
He broke the kiss, looking into her eyes. "...Gwen..."
"Shh." She smiled, very softly. "My hero."
Peter's eyes widened as Gwen slowly slid down his body, letting the water hit him and soak the back of her head and her hair. She knelt, fingers playing over his hard cock, before she leaned closer, her tongue darting out to tease the head, running her fingers up and down the skin...
"...oh God," Peter moaned, even as Gwen's mouth closed over him, sucking gently, her tongue still swirling over the head of his shaft before she began to move, ever so slightly. She giggled, managing not to gag as she took more of him into her mouth, then pulling back while sucking more firmly... teasing and exciting... head bobbing back and forth...
Peter's hips twitched involuntarily, moving forward to meet her mouth. She mm'd, carefully moving and tasting, her fingers shifting to slide over his balls, massaging...
Peter shivered, but before he could get too close Gwen let his cock slide out of her mouth, sliding back up his body. She smiled a bit, sliding one leg up and around him, feeling his hands almost unconsciously slide back to cup her posterior. She leaned into those hands, knowing he was far more than strong enough to hold her as she lifted her other leg, wrapping both around his hips and legs. "Hi," she whispered, looking in his eyes.
Peter stared back... God her eyes... and slowly pulled his hands -- and her hips -- forward... causing those eyes to widen as he slid into her, filling her to the hilt. "Hi," he whispered back.
"...oh God, Peter," Gwen moaned, squeezing him with her inner muscles. "I want this so much..."
"I know," Peter hissed, eyes locked on hers. "Me too. Oh, Gwen, me too..." His hands moved faster, pistoning the woman against and on him, letting him impaling her over and over, her voice ragged as she responded to each. She swiveled her hips, varying angles as he drove her, the pair syncing into a rhythm like this were the thousandth time they were together instead of the second.
Gwen shuddered again, her body alive against Peter, pressing her breasts close but never breaking eye contact. With a sudden clench, she felt an orgasm flood through her body, writhing for a long moment, Peter instinctively pulling her close and filling her as completely as she could imagine... then before she could come down he began driving faster still...
"Gwen," he said, breathing hard. "...I can't... where do you... where do you want me to... I know you're unpr-protec--"
"You came in me once," Gwen breathed, eyes wild. "In for a penny, in for a pound!" She drove her hips forward, squeezing as hard as she could to emphasize her point.
Peter shuddered, feeling another orgasm shuddering through Gwen before he jerked forward once, twice, and once more before exploding inside eyes, eyes still locked on hers as he poured himself into her.
Outside the bathroom, Ovyah was sitting in Peter's old battered easy chair. She smiled, her expression a touch hooded. Oh yes. This was definitely a good start...
"Now, you have to be careful about side effects," Peter said, handing the pill and a glass of water to Gwen. "Breast tenderness, nausea, cramping -- you might not feel so great for a couple of--"
"Oh, don't worry about that, Master. That wish you can make. After all, she needs to feel good if she's going to keep making you feel good."
Peter and Gwen froze, then Gwen giggled softly. "Hi, Ovyah. Go on, Peter. Make the wish." She swallowed the pill, taking a healthy drink of water.
Peter looked at Ovyah with some annoyance. Clearly she was going to pop up without warning. "Fine," he said. "I wish Gwen will have no adverse side effects from taking Plan B or any other kind of birth control, now or in the future, and that it will be completely effective until she consciously chooses to go off birth control, letting us have sex when we so desire without her feeling ill or being in danger of disease or pregnancy but in fact feeling ready to go at will."
Gwen snickered. "Oh, nicely phrased."
"Granted! You are learning how this works, Master!"
"Yeah, well. I just got guilt-tripped by the pharmacist who used to compound my cough syrup into lollipops. I had a chance to think about it." He smiled, just a bit. "So... I didn't wish for Gwen to have new clothes--"
"Edge case. I assumed you wanted her to be comfortable, and there's always a free shot at lace," Ovyah said. "I do have some discretionary ability. Especially with you."
"What do you mean, especially with me?"
Ovyah giggled yet again. "I'm what my Master makes me, Master. With some, I'm locked down to exactly what they wish for when they wish for it. With others, they want me to have broader freedom and the ability to use my judgment. You're so focused on being fair to me..."
"Gotcha." He looked at Gwen. "You look amazing. But... why not a robe or--"
"She made me clothes," Gwen said. "Apparently they still have to be so sexy..." She smiled ruefully. "And... honestly, you didn't leave enough of my clothing intact to be re-purposed. My jacket was torn in half."
"Gwen? I never want to see that outfit again. But... I guess I can loan you some stuff--"
"Me wearing your clothes after tonight? Would look more erotic than the teddy." She smiled slowly. "C'mon. Peel this back off me and show me how much you like it."
Peter blinked, smiling. "Already?"
"...review the wish you just made, Peter. But do it on the way to the bedroom."
The night before, Peter and Gwen cuddled in Peter's double bed. They had wrapped in blankets but threw them off before long. Now, Peter was looking at Gwen's body, nude but for the light from the city coming in the windows. He traced her skin with his finger. "Can we stay like this forever?" he murmured.
"Maybe," Gwen answered. "Check with Ovyah -- tomorrow. Tonight just stick with me." She closed her eyes. "Though we need to talk about all this with Mary Jane."
Peter froze, then forced himself to relax. "Mary Jane's not really in the picture any more. She made it pretty clear we were done. She couldn't handle 'Spider-Man' being part of the relationship."
Gwen shivered, turning back-to Peter.
"Gwen?"
"N-nothing." She took a deep breath. "I get that. I hated Spider-Man for quite a while... when I... when you were running up the bridge cable to save me, and you thought I was unconscious... the Goblin called you Mister Parker and I thought... God, Peter, I'm so glad those weren't my last thoughts."
"I know," Peter said, sliding an arm around Gwen, spooning with her. "I... heard... a lot of this from your clone. Well, one of them. God, I need to explain--"
"I know about the clones. I know about all kinds of things. Ovyah gave me... understanding. About so much I missed, really. I know you and Mary Jane. I know you and Carlie, and the Black Cat, and others. I know about Horizon and Doctor Octopus -- him -- stealing your body and memories and life..." She shivered. "The man who killed my father having all your memories of me. I hate that."
"I know." Peter took a deep breath. "But... in the end he tried, Gwen. And part of the reason for that was my memories of you, and the pain he caused you."
"I know. And we can save my father and..." She took a deep breath. "Peter, we can't be together unless... we have to talk to Mary Jane."
"...okay. Tomorrow."
"Tomorrow." Gwen took Peter's hand, and slid it to her breast. Her nipple pressed against his palm, and she moaned as he began to massage. "Tonight just be with me. For tonight it's just you and me and the rest of the world doesn't matter, okay?"
"...of course, Gwen. What's... what's wrong..."
Gwen closed her eyes. In her mind's eye, she saw Mary Jane in a wedding dress. Peter so handsome in his suit. So many people so happy to see them finally marry. Even J. Jonah Jameson being grumpy out of formality instead of really meaning it...
Was she the only person in the whole world who remembered Peter and Mary Jane's wedding? And if so? Why? Why would Ovyah give her that knowledge just before literally dropping Gwen and Peter into fucking?
"Nothing's wrong," Gwen murmured. "It's just a lot to take in, and for just this moment, I just want you."
"...sure, Gwen. Sure."
Another epic sexual storm. Another chance to shower. And another chance for Gwen to slide her teddy and stockings on. Peter pulled his sweatpants on. "Are you sure you don't want a t-shirt or--"
"I'm sure. We need to call Mary Jane. We have to explain all this." Gwen paused. "And I need to ask her to grab me clothes."
"I could go get you clothes!"
"Peter, you went out for stupid Plan B and came back with flowers, candy, and a box of saltines. I'm not going to trust you with getting me a bra or jeans."
Peter rolled his eyes. "Fine. Mary Jane's probably up by now. Let's give her a call.
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