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The New Red Queen	By : marvelmaster616 Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Spiderman Views: 23867 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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The New Red Queen
Chapter 5: Crowning Achievements
Midtown High School – Years Ago
“You ready, ladies?” said an exceedingly cocky Flash Thompson.
“Lead the way, Flash!” said a giddy Liz Allen as she clung to his arm.
“Right behind you!” said an equally giddy girl of the same age and body type.
It was a common sight at Midtown High – a tall, strong, handsome jock with two beautiful women at his side. Flash Thompson was the perfect embodiment of this concept. What he lacked in grades, he made up for with looks, charisma, and athletic talents. He wasn’t humble in the slightest. In fact, he used it as an excuse to be an arrogant jerk. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t right. However, it was a painful reality that Peter Parker saw day in and day out.
“That’s just wrong,” said the weak, undersized teen who stood well-below the status of Flash Thompson.
“What is?” asked Harry Osborn, one of Peter’s few friends. “That girls are that willing to hook up with someone as dumb as a brick? Or that guys like Flash are dumb enough to think those same girls attracted to his personality?”
“All that and then some,” answered Peter distantly. “It’s just so wrong.”
The young teen could only watch as Flash paraded himself down the main hall like a war hero returning from overseas. It wasn’t like he saved lives. He made the winning shot at the big basketball game last night. The whole school was understandably excited. Flash Thompson was the main reason why their team had a chance at a championship this year. As such, he got more than his share of benefits and he exploited it to the utmost.
This bothered Peter more than it bothered most and not just because he had been on the receiving end of Flash’s exploitations. He knew that if he had been in Flash’s position, Aunt May and Uncle Ben wouldn’t let him be such a jerk. Uncle Ben would’ve pulled him aside, sat him down, and taledek to him about being responsible with his opportunities. Peter might have resisted that conversation, but he still would’ve listened. It still would’ve affected him.
Flash clearly didn’t have someone like Uncle Ben in his life. Near as he could tell, Flash’s family encouraged his arrogance. Maybe they knew on some levels that it was only thing he had going for him. Peter had seen Flash’s grades. His chances of going far outside of athletics was slim at best. That still didn’t make this right.
“It’s best not to dwell on it, man. You’ll only piss yourself off if you do,” said Harry, giving his friend a pat on the shoulder.
“I know. That’s just a bit harder when memories of wedgies and spitballs are still fresh in my mind,” sighed Peter.
“I understand completely,” said Harry, “but look at it this way…moments like this will probably be the highlight of Flash’s life. Between his grade-point average and knack for pissing people off, he’ll either be pumping gas or selling insurance in 10 years. Meanwhile, you’ll be some tech millionaire who can pay for that kind of female attention.”
“Spoken like the true son of a billionaire,” said Peter with a half-grin.
“Don’t assume too much, Pete. My dad, being the supportive guy he is, will probably cut me out of the will if I fail another algebra test,” said Harry, rolling his eyes.
That was another sore subject, Harry being the son of Norman Osborn. He didn’t like to talk about it and Peter rarely brought it up. He knew Harry had a rough relationship with his dad, who set all sorts of unreasonable expectations for everybody, including his own son. That didn’t make it any less of an advantage. Other than his grades, Peter had none of that.
“You still have a lot more going for you than I ever will,” said Peter. “It just really bugs me that guys like Flash get all the lucky breaks, be it sports or beautiful women.”
“It’s unfair, but that’s the world we live in,” said Harry as he stuffed his books into his backpack and zipped it up.
“Well the world sucks. Someone should do something about it.”
“Like what? Lecture Flash on humility? Encourage beautiful women to hook up with nerdy guys who can factor three-digit numbers in his head?”
“I’m pretty sure that beautiful women are never going to be turned on by math skills or humility,” said Peter in bemusement.
“Hey. You never know, Pete,” shrugged Harry as he closed his locker. “You could get lucky. You, or someone like you, could inspire the beautiful women of the world to stop drooling over the Flash Thompsons of the world and hook up with eggheads. Then, the world would be a much better place.”
“I look forward to that day,” said Peter dryly as he walked off with Harry, “although I doubt I’ll live to see it.”
Hellfire Club Penthouse – Present Time
“You ready, ladies?” said an excited and eager Peter Parker.
“Lead the way, Spider-Man!” an equally-energetic Mary Jane Watson as she clung affectionately to his arm.
“Right behind you, darling,” said Emma Frost, clinging to the other arm as he led them into the master bedroom.
This was a fantasy come true, one Peter doubted this universe would ever grant him. Here he was, standing completely naked except for his Spider-Man mask, with two beautiful women at his side. Emma Frost and Mary Jane Watson, who were also naked and flaunting their exposed bodies with every step, had just led him up to the opulent penthouse located near the roof of this building. Then, upon arriving at the master bedroom, he took the lead.
The universe was finally giving him a break. The world was finally rewarding him for being responsible. Whether by fluke or karma, Peter intended to enjoy it.
Emma and Mary Jane were already pawing at him, exploring the sinews of his exposed upper body as he kicked the door shut and led them to the large, king-sized bed. They made their intentions abundantly clear. They were going to fuck him in every decadent way possible and for all the right reasons.
For once, a hero was going to enjoy the pleasures usually afforded to the criminals and the corrupt. Responsibility would be a reward instead of a burden. It was a small act of balance in a horribly unjust world, but in Peter’s experience with Spider-Man, a little justice went a long way.
‘This is like a dream…a very sexy dream. If it is, I better not wake up! I’ve had my luck go against me WAY too many times. For once, let me just enjoy this. Let me enjoy being with two beautiful women.’
Upon arriving at the foot of the bed, the touching and pawing grew more heated. Peter participated as well, trailing his hand up Emma and Mary Jane’s shapely butts. He made it abundantly clear how much he wanted them. It was also his way of soaking in the warm touch of their naked skin, further assuring him that this was real. This was actually happening.
“Ms. Watson here tells me your amazing abilities extend to the bedroom,” commented Emma.
“Well she may have been exaggerating,” said Peter coyly, “but not by much.”
“Don’t worry, Emma. He can handle us,” said Mary Jane with the utmost confidence. “Believe me. I’ve experienced Spider-Man’s talents first hand.”
She cast him an affectionate glance. Peter smiled back under his mask. They both remembered vividly the many passionate nights they shared since their first encounter – passion that was often fueled by his superhuman abilities. Emma Frost, however, remained less convinced.
“I don’t doubt you have,” said Emma, “but I’m still going to apply some talents of my own.”
“Oh? What kind of talents?” asked Peter curiously.
“Do you really want me to tell you? Or would you rather find out first-hand?” she asked seductively.
“Is that a rhetorical question?” joked Peter. “Knowing you two, you’ve already planned something out.”
Emma snickered and cast Peter an approving grin of her own.
“You learn quickly,” she said. “You may be laughably awkward at times, but you do pick up on things better than most.”
“Then I guess that means we can skip the part where we keep him guessing,” said Mary Jane.
“I was going to skip it anyways,” said the attractive blonde with a shrug. “When it comes to proper forms debauchery, I don’t like to be tedious.”
Emma and Mary Jane exchanged playful glances, further confirming that they planned something before either of them got naked today. A part of Peter was inclined to ask. Another part – namely, the part that wanted to fuck these two beautiful women – opted to keep silent and let these two beautiful women set the mood.
They went to work quickly, letting go of Peter’s arms and crawling onto the bed. They then gestured towards him, tempting him to join them. He didn’t resist that temptation for a second and eagerly crawled upon the bed with them. He followed them to the head of the bed where he noticed some accessories already laid out for him. It included bottles of flavored oil, velvet ropes, and a white blindfold. Mary Jane retrieved the rope and oil while Emma took the blindfold. Whatever they had planned involved more than just basic sex.
“Lie on your back, Ms. Frost,” said Mary Jane in an overly mannerly tone.
“As you wish, darling,” said Emma. “Shall I put on the blindfold as well?”
“Please,” said Mary Jane.
The attractive blonde did as Mary Jane requested, laying down in the center of the bed, her naked body perfectly on display for Peter. As he admired her, Emma put on the blindfold while Mary Jane made use of the velvet ropes. Using the headboard of the bed, she tied the attractive blonde’s wrists so that they were bound. This left her in a vulnerable, submissive state. However, she didn’t look uncomfortable in the slightest. If anything, it looked like she had done this before.
“As you can see, Ms. Frost here has agreed to a very specific mood for this decadent act,” said Mary Jane upon securing the ropes. “Isn’t that right, Ms. Frost?”
“It is, darling,” said Emma, sounding remarkably calm in her new bound state, “although you should know it’s been a while since I’ve been on the receiving end of this mood.”
“Receiving end?” said Peter with a raised eyebrow.
“It means exactly what you think it means,” she replied dryly. “My experience with bondage is rather extensive, but I’m usually not the one getting tied up. I only reserve that role for a select and deserving few.”
“Well for all the good Spider-Man has done for this city, I’d say he’s more than deserving,” said Mary Jane.
“I wouldn’t have agreed to this if he wasn’t. I also wouldn’t find the idea incredibly arousing either. But I did and so here I am…bound, blinded, and willing to submit to Spider-Man’s most lurid desires.”
She said this with such pride and intent, as though the idea of submitting to a good man actually excited her. If the growing wetness between her legs was any indication, it already had. Between this and the lap dance, Emma Frost was both aroused and ready. She wanted Spider-Man to unleash his desires on her and she wanted to receive them.
As Peter’s desires evoked his own arousal, Mary Jane crawled over towards him and embraced him again. Her touch and presence helped further his arousal, but that distinct glint in her eyes hinted that she had a more creative way to fuel it.
“Here,” she said, handing him the bottle of flavored lube. “You let her be all over you during the lap dance. Now you can be all over her .”
“Sounds fair,” said Peter in a humored tone. “Only you could make fairness sound so damn sexy, MJ.”
“You have your superpowers. I have mine,” she shrugged. “No go on. Touch her. Taste her. Explore Emma’s body any way you want. That lube should make it easier. It’s edible and flavored with strawberries – your favorite kind of ice cream, if I recall.”
“You know me so well,” he said, already eyeing Emma’s bound body.
“I also know you’re very thorough in your intimate moments. You already know my body so well. Use this as an opportunity to know Emma’s.”
Mary Jane made it sound so logical. She made logic sound way sexier than it needed to sound, but he should be used to that by now. Then again, this woman kept raising the bar for sexiness and this was no exception.
Peter could already feel his manhood becoming semi-hard at the prospect of having Emma Frost’s naked body to himself. Even though she brought him to orgasm earlier with her performance, his superhuman biology had him ready for more.
“What are you waiting for, darling? Here I am!” proclaimed Emma, shifting her bound body on the bed. “Touch me. Taste me. Show me how responsible you can be when a beautiful woman presents herself to you.”
“Oh don’t worry. I’ll show you the sexy side of responsibility,” said Peter with a grin.
Mary Jane laughed at his words. He didn’t make it sound nearly as sexy as her. That didn’t matter though. These women presented him with a unique opportunity to explore his desires and he was ready to embrace it.
He started by hovering over Emma’s bound form, admiring her exposed breasts and voluptuous figure. He then trailed a hand down her face, over her breasts, and down her abdomen. She responded favorably to his touch, purring in excitement along the way. Encouraged by her reaction, Peter opened the bottle of flavored lubricant and poured it onto Emma’s upper body. Most of it ended up on her breasts while some trailed down to upper thighs. The rich, flavorful scent soon filled the area. It made Peter eager to touch Emma more. It also made Emma eager for more as well.
“Mmm…such strong hands,” she said.
“I climb walls. They have to be,” said Peter as he entered a lustful daze.
After pouring nearly half the bottle onto Emma’s body, he set it aside so he could direct all his lustful energy on this woman. He hungrily spread the oily lubricant over her upper body, touching and feeling her smooth skin every step of the way. He also leaned in closer so he could absorb the intoxicating scent of both her flesh and the lubricant. His mask obscured his face so he couldn’t kiss or taste her, which became frustrating. However, that only added more urgency to his touching.
Emma Frost’s upper body soon glistened from the scented lube, giving it a special glow under the sensual lighting of the room. It helped fuel Peter’s arousal, which in turn made his touching bolder. He directed most of his attention at her large breasts, rubbing and kneading them with his strong hands. This made Emma gasp and purr in contentment, his strong hands adding to her own arousal.
He added to it even more as his hands explored other parts of her body. At one point, his oily hand slipped between her thighs. He could feel the heat radiating from her pussy. Emma was really getting turned on by this, submitting so completely to someone. He believed her when she said she didn’t do it often. She must not trust many men to be this responsible. That made Peter even more determined to do this right.
“Emma….you’re so hot,” said Peter.
“Indeed, darling,” she said with a purr. “Question is…what are you going to do about it?”
It came off as a dare, so much so that Peter’s focus actually faltered. With his hands still exploring her naked flesh, he actually wondered how he would go the extra distance, as only Emma Frost could demand.
Thankfully, someone else had done the contemplating for him. As he remained fixated on Emma’s nude form, Mary Jane leaned in and casually draped her arms around his shoulders. She then whispered something into his ear through his mask.
“I have an idea how,” she said under her breath. “Do you trust me?”
“We’re both naked. Of course I do,” he replied.
“Then do what needs to be done, Tiger.”
Upon saying this, Mary Jane grasped the sides of Peter’s mask and removed it. At first, it took him by surprise. However, it quickly wore off when he realized what she was getting at. His mask had become a hinderence. It wasn’t enough to just touch Emma anymore. He needed to do more. Remembering that Emma had been blindfolded, a knowing grin formed on his face.
“God, I love you,” he said to Mary Jane under her breath.
“Save the love for later,” she told him. “Right now, you have more pressing concerns.”
Her words were as smart as anything Reed Richards had ever uttered. Licking his lips intently, Peter leaned in closer to Emma and kissed down her neck and shoulder. As soon as she felt his lips on her naked skin, she reacted strongly.
“Ooh! Your lips…do you climb walls with them as well?” teased Emma.
“Nope. I’m just that good…or you’re just that horny,” said Emma.
“Mmm…let’s call it a push, darling.”
Not caring which reason applied at this point, Peter went to work tasting Emma’s naked body. He smothered her neck and upper body with his lips, enjoying the hot taste of her smooth flesh. The flavor of the lubricant made it even sweater. It was like savoring his favorite desert. Including a naked woman just made it even sweeter.
His efforts were thorough yet efficient. His lips trailed down Emma’s body inch-by-inch. He quickly reached her breasts, to which he naturally gave more attention. He squeezed and kneaded them in his hands while licking and suckling her erect nipples. Emma’s gasps then transformed into full-fledged moans, her legs shifting more intently as the arousal continued to build.
Sensing her growing need, Peter didn’t linger for too long. After giving her breasts some thorough teasing, he made his way down her torso and onto her lower body. As soon as he passed over her core, Emma’s legs instinctively parted. He knew what she wanted. He wanted it too.
“Go on. Taste my pussy,” she urged him.
“Mmm…so tasty,” said Peter, slipping deeper into his daze.
Without hesitation, he pushed Emma’s thighs farther apart and buried his face in her pussy. He took in every ounce of her womanly scent, savoring it for all its worth. As he took it in, he licked and kissed around her moist outer folds. More deep moans from Emma followed. She even lifted her hips slightly, practically shoving her pussy into his face as he ate her out.
“Ooh yes! Right there, Spider-Man! Put your tongue…right there!” exclaimed Emma.
Sensing he found a particularly sensitive area, Peter probed deeper, flicking his tongue in and out of her outer folds. As he did this, he felt his own arousal escalating. His dick was almost completely erect. At one point, one of his hands found its way down to his member and he began stroking himself to ensure full arousal. The presence of the lubricant he so thoroughly smothered on Emma Frost definitely helped.
Around this time, he also noticed Mary Jane putting the lubricant to good use. As he ate Emma’s pussy out, he saw out of the corner of his eye that Mary Jane had been using the oil to pleasure herself as well. She had emptied out the entire bottle, pouring it on her hand and pussy before fondling herself into a more aroused state. Being an experienced prostitute, she often bragged how good she was at getting aroused in difficult situations. Peter liked to think this situation was easier than most.
“What do you say, Tiger? Are you ready?” she asked him with one hand still buried between her thighs.
“Mmm…speak for yourself,” said Peter, finally rising up from between Emma’s legs. “So uh…how do you want to do this?”
Before Mary Jane could respond, Emma Frost stepped in.
“To hell with how! Just do it already!” she exclaimed. “You want to fuck. I want to fuck. She wants to fuck. So just start fucking and go from there!”
Peter and Mary Jane exchanged glances briefly. It made too much sense and both of them were too aroused give it much thought at this point. So in the spirit of the moment, they just shrugged and followed their burning desires.
“Works for me,” said Peter with a lecherous grin.
“Me too!” said Mary Jane.
Every lingering shred of hesitation quickly gave way to basic instinct. Peter rose up and repositioned himself over the bound and blinded Emma Frost. He propped himself up on his knees, his pelvis perfectly positioned between Emma’s spread legs. He then shifted his grip to her thighs, holding them apart so that there was a clear path to her pussy. Once in position, he guided his erect member into Emma’s womanhood with a single thrust.
The entrance was so smooth and intoxicating. Between Emma’s arousal and the flavored lubricant, his flesh and hers came together beautifully. Her inner muscles surrounded his manhood, finally feeding the desire that had built up so intensely. Still following that desire, he began moving his hips and working his dick within her tight folds.
“Oohhh Spider-Man! My…my hero!” said Emma with a content moan.
“Ohhh fuck! So hot and tight!” grunted Peter.
Encouraged by her moans and the hot sensations now coursing through his body, Peter established a powerful rhythm. He clung to Emma’s legs, holding them apart as he worked his body against hers in a steady humping motion. With every thrust, her body rocked. When her body rocked, her breasts bounced. It was a beautifully erotic sight, one that further added to the spectacle.
As Peter set the tone for their sex, Mary Jane joined as well. She crawled out in front of Peter, making sure he got a good glimpse of her ass along the way, and positioned herself over Emma as well. She ended up straddling Emma’s face, her pelvis hovering just over her head.
“While Peter is taking care of your pussy, why don’t you put that talented mouth of yours to work, Ms. Frost?” said Mary Jane, still fondling her pussy and working the flavored lube over her folds.
“Mmm…can’t let my talents…go to waste,” said Emma in between labored gasps.
Guided by her own desires, Mary Jane practically shoved her pussy up against Emma’s mouth. The former White Queen immediately went to work eating her out, her lips and tongue probing her moist folds. Once again, Emma demonstrated her uncanny sexual talents, using her tongue to probe Mary Jane’s depths with an expertise that could only be learned in the decadence of the Hellfire Club.
Before long, Mary Jane’s blissful moans joined the chorus of Peter’s pleasured grunts. As he pumped into her, she rode Emma’s face, soaking in the hot sensations that followed. She began fondling her breasts to further supplement these sensations, her expression contorting in accord with the feeling. Together, they both indulged in Emma’s sexual talents, creating this shared world of ecstasy.
As this feeling and the sensations escalated, Peter’s gaze locked onto Mary Jane’s. They both found themselves watching each other, admiring each other as they fucked this woman in their respective ways. It created a strange yet profound moment, reminding them just how much their lives had changed since their paths crossed.
“Mary Jane,” said Peter through his labored grunts. “this is…so…amazing!”
“Mmm…focus, Tiger,” purred Mary Jane, her body shifting in accord with the surge of sensations. “This is for you, remember? Enjoy it! Embrace it!”
“I…I am. I want to,” he said in his daze, “but I want to do that…with you.”
It was a strange sentiment in a situation like this, him fucking another woman while she was receiving oral sex from that same woman. Even when he had the opportunity to indulge in a decadent fantasy, Peter Parker’s heart still showed. He was still responsible with his passions.
It struck Mary Jane almost as hard as any sexual sensation. She smiled affectionately at her lover, reaching out and caressing his face, even as he continued humping Emma. With their naked bodies still rocking to the rhythm, she pulled him into a deep kiss, conveying sincere passion as well as playful lust. It added a special kind of satisfaction to the growing ecstasy.
‘Careful, darling. You don’t want things to get too romantic during a three-way,’ teased Emma via telepathic message.
‘It’ll get as romantic as I want. No more. No less,’ replied Mary Jane. ‘Now stay out of my head and stay focused on my pussy! We’re going to start cumming soon and I intend to participate!’
Emma got the message and stepped up her oral teasing. Her tongue probed deeper into Mary Jane’s wet folds, stimulating all her intimate areas. Emma’s expertise allowed her to find those special spots that ensured she was on her way to greater ecstasy. It was a good thing too because that ecstasy escalated quickly.
Peter and Mary Jane continued sharing affectionate gestures as they fucked Emma Frost with their coordinated lust. Peter pushed her legs out a little bit farther, leaning in more so he could thrust into her with more leverage. With every thrust, Emma’s body shifted and contorted. The resulting sensations provided even more incentive for Emma’s oral teasing, creating a decadent cycle of sorts. Peter’s pleasure fed Emma’s and Emma’s fed Mary Jane’s. It was an oddly appropriate manifestation of their desires.
The cycle eventually accelerated. Peter fucked Emma harder, pushing himself closer to the brink. Desperation mixed with desire. Sweat formed on his face as his breathing became more labored. He was getting close. He couldn’t hold back. He didn’t want to. As Mary Jane saw the expression on his face shift, she lovingly placed her arms on his shoulders and locked her gaze with his.
“I…I’m close, MJ. I’m going to…cum…soon!” said Peter.
“We are too, Tiger,” she told him, “but don’t worry about us!”
“But…” he began, only to be cut off.
“No buts!” said Mary Jane, squeezing his shoulders to further encourage him. “Do it! Cum! Fill her with your cum!”
Her tone and crude word choice left no room for argument. Peter had learned during his intimate time with Mary Jane that she loved to talk dirty and when she talked dirty, it was not wise to argue. She knew what he needed. Hell, she knew his needs better than he did. She proved that time and again. This was no exception.
Heeding Mary Jane’s urgings, Peter made the final push. His knees and feet dug into the bed as he drove his body forward, pumping his rigid cock inside Emma’s tight pussy. The hard, slithering sounds of his flesh colliding with hers filled the room. He could hear Emma’s muffled moans as her body rocked to each thrust. Finally, after so much focused lust, he crossed the final barrier.
“Ohhh fuck! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” he exclaimed.
“That’s it, Tiger,” said Mary Jane. “Cum…for me! Cum…for us!”
After a few more hard thrusts, Peter achieved the peak of ecstasy. In that instant, intense effort morphed into intense reward.
Still within Mary Jane’s firm grip, Peter closed his eyes and let out a blissful moan as a powerful release flowed through his body. His member throbbed inside Emma’s tight folds, shooting off a thick stream of fluid into her depths. It wasn’t quite as big as the release he achieved earlier during Emma’s lap dance, but it was still every bit as intense.
‘Wow. He held out better than I thought he would,’ said Emma, once again using her telepathy to communicate. ‘A man usually doesn’t make this kind of effort so quickly after a blowjob…especially one of MY blowjobs.’
‘He’s the Amazing Spider-Man. He raises the bar for all men,’ replied Mary Jane.
‘He damn well should. I rarely let a man just cum in me like that…not without ensuring I get my share of the fun.’
‘Don’t worry, Emma. If you’re reading my mind now, you know you’ll get yours…and how you’ll get it, for that matter.’
‘Well I was going to be polite about it, but since you’re willing to be that generous…’
Her thoughts trailed off, as did Mary Jane’s as she focused more on ensuring Peter’s ecstasy. She continued to cling to him, holding him up for the duration of his orgasm. She felt his body shudder from the ripples of pleasure. She waited until it passed before she gave Peter another affectionate kiss and otok this spectacle in a new direction.
“Enjoying yourself, Tiger?” she asked him playfully.
“Yeah…definitely,” said Peter, another goofy yet charming grin on his face.
“Then sit back and catch your breath. Emma and I will finish up.”
“Finish up?” he said distantly.
“Do you really want to know? Or would you rather see for yourself?”
There was that overly seductive tone again – the kind that promised something special and insanely sexy. Now too breathless and too intrigued to ask questions, Peter kept grinning and did as she asked.
With a content sigh, Peter pulled out of Emma, his dick still dripping with a mix of her fluids and his. He then leaned back on his arms and began catching his breath. However, Emma and Mary Jane didn’t rest for a second.
“What do you say, Emma? You think you can make me cum before I make you cum?” asked Mary Jane playfully.
“Is that a challenge, darling?” said Emma, her face still under Mary Jane’s pelvis.
“Well you say you love competition,” she replied, “and you love winning big.”
“I know what you’re doing, darling. It’s working too damn well.”
“Then let’s ditch the trash talk and let the games begin!”
Mary Jane showed that she had a competitive side as well. Before Emma could get back to her oral teasing, Mary Jane grabbed Emma’s lower thighs, pushed them apart again, and buried her face in the attractive blonde’s pelvis. Ignoring the presence of male and female fluids, Mary Jane began eating her former co-worker out.
The two beautiful women were now in a perfect 69-position, one giving oral sex to the other and continuing the cycle that Peter helped start. They each demonstrated uncanny skill and comfort with such an act – the kind that could only be gained by experienced whores.
“Oohhh! You think you can eat pussy…as well as you can suck dick?” taunted Emma.
“Watch me!” said Mary Jane boldly.
It was official now. This was a competition and Emma Frost had no intention of being left behind. As Mary Jane showed off her skill, the former White Queen resumed her efforts. Using her lips and tongue, she zeroed in on those sensitive areas within Mary Jane’s pussy that she had located earlier. She then attacked them as well as any woman with her hands bound could, which was still better than most.
Since Emma had a head start, so to speak, Mary Jane had to catch up quickly. This involved being a bit more daring, using her finger to part Emma’s outer folds and aggressively stimulating her swollen clitoris. She felt Emma’s inner muscles contract, already somewhat tender thanks to Peter’s efforts. She had been fairly close before he climaxed. Mary Jane just needed to finish what he started.
As the two women ate each other out, Peter watched on in awe. He was still catching his breath and his body was still reeling from his orgasm, but there was no avoiding the insanely hot scene before him. The way these two women went at it – this clearly wasn’t the first time they showed some flexibility with their sexuality. It made for a different kind of spectacle, but one that was every bit as sexy.
“Wow. This is my kind of competition!” grinned Peter. “Beats the hell out of baseball.”
Mary Jane and Emma barely heard him. Both remained too intently focused on getting each other off, thereby cementing their status as a superhero whore. Hungry moans and blissful purrs still filled the room as they licked, kissed, and gorged on each other’s pussy. This intensely erotic competition mixed with the desires they carried with them from the beginning, eventually bringing them to the brink of orgasm.
“I…I’m so close!” moaned Mary Jane, her breathing becoming increasingly labored.
“I’m…closer!” said Emma with more intensity.
“Not for…long!”
“Speak…for yourself!”
That was the last coherent sentence either of them got out. As they approached their peak, words turned to sharp gasps and deeper moans. They were really serious about this, proving to one another who was better at getting off. This intense effort finally culminated in chaotic, yet expected outcome.
“Oohhh fuck, I’m cumming!” cried Mary Jane.
“Mmm…me too!” gasped Emma.
It was hard to tell who climaxed first, but there was no denying the results. Both Mary Jane and Emma Frost achieved orgasm.
Emma’s lower back arched and her legs shuddered as an overdue surge of pleasure shot up through her body. Mary Jane curled her toes and grasped the sheets of the bed as a similar surge shot up through her as well. They could each feel one another’s pussy throbbing in accord with the pleasure, releasing a healthy amount of feminine fluids in the process. It was a bit messy, but that didn’t stop them from soaking up every ounce of pleasure.
Peter could only shake his head in amazement and grin. What he just witnessed raised the bar for girl-on-girl action everywhere. These two women took sexiness to a whole new level. Even though he was still recovering from his earlier climax, he could already feel another round of arousal building within him. It was truly astonishing. He didn’t think he’d ever find a woman who could keep up with Mary Jane. Emma Frost proved she could match her, act for act.
“So…who won?” he asked, even as the two women lingered in their orgasmic state.
“Mmm…does it matter?” said Mary Jane with a look of utter contentment.
“Spoken like a sore loser,” teased Emma.
“We both came. Did either of us really lose?”
“Guess it depends on how sore you really are.”
Mary Jane rolled her eyes, feeling way too content to argue with the former White Queen. She was just as content to let Emma claim victory this time, if only in principle. She hadn’t forgotten the primary purpose of this decadent spectacle. Shifting her gaze back to Peter, she re-focused herself and her lingering desires.
‘Enjoy your victory while you can, Emma,’ said Mary Jane, making sure she picked up her thoughts. ‘We still have a job to do and that job isn’t done yet.’
‘I know, darling. I haven’t forgotten. If anything, you just gave me even more incentive to finish it!’
Mary Jane smiled at the undertone of her telepathic message, ensuring she could claim a measure of victory as well. With plenty of incentive as well, she rose up off Emma, her lower body still aching from post-orgasmic aftermath. She then sensually crawled back over to Peter. Along the way, she retrieved his Spider-Man mask and gave it back to him. Still dazed from everything he had seen and experienced thus far, he accepted it without hesitation.
“Having fun, Tiger?” she asked him playfully.
“Fuck yes,” said Peter without hesitation. “For once, that language is just so appropriate.”
“Glad you feel that way,” said Mary Jane, “because we’re not done yet. Not by a longshot!”
The idea of more sensual spectacles was almost overwhelming to him. He might have caught his breath, but even his superhuman endurance had limits.
“Damn! You’re making me wish I slept in this morning,” said Peter. “Even a superhero has limits, you know?”
“I know. I’m intimately familiar with those limits,” said Mary Jane. “I also know that even powerful men have a hard time handling women like me and Emma. That’s why we’ve got one last trick to show you.”
“Yeah, I kind of figured,” laughed Peter. “I’m not even going to think about asking this time. Just tell me how this is going to happen and I’ll play it by ear.”
“Thanks for saving me the trouble,” she said playfully. “Now put your mask back on and brace yourself. I’m going to untie Emma now.”
Replying with an eager nod, Peter did as she asked. He put his mask back on while Mary Jane crawled back over to Emma Frost, untied her wrists, and removed her mask. The attractive blond was still buzzing from her climax, letting out a content sigh as she finally rose up from the bed. She gave Mary Jane an affectionate gesture to thank her for her efforts. Mary Jane responded with a cryptic nod, as though to signal to signal the next part of this ongoing spectacle.
Emma clearly got the message. She then crawled back over to Peter in the same sexy manner that Mary Jane had shown earlier. Mary Jane followed close behind, arriving at Peter’s side just as Emma arrived in front of him. Now once again gazing at her naked body through his mask, he waited with intense curiosity and burning anticipation.
“It’s often said that the largest sexual organ in the human body is the brain,” said the attractive blonde
“Whoever said that clearly isn’t lucky enough to have seen you topless,” said Peter.
“Very true, but there is some element of truth to it,” Emma continued. “Everything we love about sex – be it a passionate romp with your lover or a decadent three-way with a couple of prostitutes – it all starts in the brain. It is the hub for every sexual act we seek. As such, it is the key to pushing the limits of those acts…and exceeding them when possible.”
Peter remained confused, yet intrigued. He also felt Mary Jane slip her arms around him and embrace him, as if to ease any reservations he might have had. He remained focused on Emma, watching as she reached out and touched his temples with her hands. Then, she closed her eyes and the next thing he knew, he felt a strange feeling in his head.
“Whoa! What the…” he began.
“Easy, Tiger,” said Mary Jane, embracing him a little closer. “Let Emma do her thing.”
Whatever this thing was, it was unfamiliar and a little uncomfortable. It was as if someone reached into his brain, flipped a bunch of switches, and activated something that had never been activated before. It caused him to tense and groan at first.
“My head,” said Peter, his thoughts become dazed and disoriented. “It feels…weird.”
“It gets better. Trust me!” said Emma with an ominous grin.
She ended up being exceedingly right. This strange feeling in his head was just the beginning of a much greater effect. Like a flame being guided by unseen forces, the feeling spread to other parts of his body.
Peter suddenly felt a rush of energy, as if he just drank several cups of coffee. He also felt the blood in his body flowing faster, causing his renewed arousal to accelerate. This resulted in him becoming fully erect again in record time, even for someone with his superhuman biology. It left him dazed and confused. It also left him feeling very horny once more.
“Wow. That is better…for my dick, at least,” said Peter, looking down at his new erection.
“Told you,” said Emma. “It’s a little trick I picked up during my stripper days. You’d be amazed what kind of sexual feats you can accomplish with big breasts and omega level telepathy.”
“Wait…telepathy?” said Peter, his brain managing some coherent through. “You’re a telepath?”
“Yes, Tiger. She’s a telepath,” said Mary Jane, still holding onto him closely. “Don’t worry though. She hasn’t read your mind. I told her specifically not to so that your identity stays secret. I know how big a deal that is to you.”
“I…get that,” he said, struggling to remain calm and collected, “but why keep that from me?”
“That was my idea,” said Emma. “I worried you might not agree to this if you knew I was a telepath. So I made it a point to earn your trust first. At this point, I’ve sucked your dick. You’ve eaten my pussy out. I even let myself get tied up while you fucked me. I’d say we’ve established some level of trust.”
She made a valid point, albeit a lurid one. He looked over towards Mary Jane, smiling with a mix of seduction and reassurance. She knew how important it was, him keeping his secret identity. She went out of her way to accommodate that with Emma. While there was little stopping Emma from breaking that promise, Mary Jane trusted her and he trusted Mary Jane. That effectively alleviated his concerns – that, or he was just too horny to care.
His silence acted as confirmation and his full-blown erection only reinforced it. Mary Jane then leaned in and gave him a deep kiss, further tempering his racing thoughts. Basic instinct and intense desire nullified any lingering reservations. Having sent him back into this state of overwhelming lust, Mary Jane released him from her embrace and crawled back over to the waiting Emma Frost.
“Now then,” said Mary Jane as she casually draped her arms around the attractive blonde, “are you going to just sit there and contemplate your trust issues…or are you going to get that heroic ass over here and fuck two beautiful women?”
“And no. That’s not a rhetorical question, darling,” added Emma.
Grinning under his mask, his gaze narrowed on these two beautiful women. He was wanted this. They wanted this. At this point, it would be irresponsible to deny them a second longer.
“In that case, I won’t answer,” said Peter. “I’ll let my actions speak for themselves!”
“Mmm…spoken like a true hero,” said Mary Jane.
“Captain America would be so proud…and very jealous,” grinned Emma.
The time for temptation and teasing was over. Now fueled by renewed desire, Peter unleashed his lust on the two eager women before him. He actually used his Spider-Man agility to pounce on them, taking them in his arms and immersing himself in their naked flesh. The two women eagerly accepted his embrace. They then went to work kissing around his neck and pawing his upper body. However, he was not in the mood for drawn out foreplay. He was ready to fuck.
He made this abundantly clear by grabbing Mary Jane by the waist, lifting her up with ease, and laying her down in the center of the bed. Then, before she could process his intent, he grabbed Emma by the waist as well and laid her down on top of her. Now, the two women lay face-to-face, their breasts pressing against one another. It didn’t take long to surmise what was about to happen.
“Ooh Spider-Man! So strong!” said Mary Jane in a mix of surprise and arousal.
“Wow. Heroic strength is that much of a turn-on for you?” said Emma.
“Fuck yeah, it is!” she said without hesitation.
“I know that too. That’s why you’re getting this first!” said Peter intently.
Showing off more superhuman reflexes, he positioned himself over the two women so that his hips were aligned with Emma and Mary Jane’s. He could see that both women were aroused. Both still had dripping wet pussies, eager for more sex. He had every intention of accommodating them as well as they had accommodated him.
Placing his hands on Emma’s shapely ass, Peter then propped himself up on his knees again and thrust his manhood into Mary Jane’s waiting depths. He wasn’t gentle or steady this time either. As soon as he felt her tight folds around his dick, he began thrusting away, fucking Mary Jane with the heroic strength she loved.
“Yes! Ohhh yes! Fuck me, Spider-Man! Fuck me like a hero!” Mary Jane cried out.
“Guess that makes it official,” said Emma. “You have a full-blown superhero fetish, Mary Jane!”
The attractive redhead barely heard her remarks. She didn’t know how right she was. She only made it even clearer when she grabbed Emma by the shoulders and held on as her body rocked to Peter’s fervent thrusting. She even smothered her former co-worker with an outburst of lustful kisses, which caught Emma off-guard…a rare feat for a telepath.
She didn’t mind though. She just embraced this feeling like Peter and Mary Jane, letting her body rock to the renewed rhythm of their sex. It was more basic and crude this time. There was no elaborate setup or spectacle. It was just a mesh of naked bodies, rocking and humping together in a heat of lust and desire. Thanks to Emma’s little trick, they could even push those desires even further.
‘As if you weren’t horny enough, Mary Jane. You told me you wanted this for him. Do you fully understand what you just unleashed? I hope you do because we’re about to find out one way or another.’
Emma’s telepathic talents gave way to basic instinct as well. Not knowing just how much Mary Jane had thought this through, she braced herself for a surge of decadence. When she gave Spider-Man his telepathic nudge, so to speak, she gave a man who already had superhuman abilities the kind of sexual prowess usually reserved for those with healing factors. Even with two professional whores, this was going to be a test of endurance.
Peter made good use of his endurance in fucking Mary Jane. He hammered into her hard and fast, pumping his cock vigorously into her depths. Having only enjoyed oral sex and self-stimulation to this point, she was overdue for some traditional fucking and Peter was happy to oblige. He knew her well enough to know when she didn’t want slow, passionate, lovemaking. Sometimes, she just wanted a good, hard fuck.
The heated pace of his humping sent Mary Jane to the brink of orgasm in record time. It also helped that Emma’s pussy rubbed against hers as their bodies rocked, stimulating her clitoris in the process. It allowed her to achieve her peak with stunning efficiency, even for a high-end prostitute.
“Spider-Man! Ohhh Make me cum! Make me cum! Ohhh Spider-Man!” Mary Jane cried out.
When her body arched and she threw her head back, Peter slowed down to watch her enjoy the ecstasy. He grinned under his mask, having not tired of this beautiful sight. He loved seeing Mary Jane enjoy these pleasures that she had so mastered.
However, as soon as he felt the throbbing within her pussy subside, Peter withdrew his dick and guided it towards Emma. As soon as the tip was aligned with her outer folds, he thrust back into the attractive blonde’s pussy and resumed his fervent humping
“More! I…need…more!” he grunted, his desires still burning strong.
“Do…what you need…to do, darling,” said Emma, moaning as her body rocked to his humping. “We’re…professionals. We…can handle it!”
She wasn’t entirely sure he heard her, but it was too late now. Spider-Man had entered an intensely focused, intensely lustful daze. Emma Frost empowered him with the means to vent an immense volume of pent up desire. Since he didn’t get this lucky often – or ever, for that matter – he intended to vent every last bit of it.
He continued fervently humping Emma Frost hard and fast, just as he did with Mary Jane. He used much more strength than he did earlier. It allowed him to build towards another orgasm. It actually came much faster than he expected, likely due to Emma’s little trick.
When it struck, his focus only faltered briefly. He ended up pulling out, stroking his dick with his hand, and spraying another load of his fluid on Emma and Mary Jane’s inner thighs. This release came with another round of white-hot pleasure, but it was enough.
“Damn! I’m…still hard,” Peter said distantly.
“Sorry about that. Should’ve warned you,” said Emma, still breathing heavily. “That’s just one of the side-effects.”
“Wasn’t complaining,” he quipped.
Not missing a beat, he resumed his lustful venting, thrusting back into Mary Jane again. More heated humping followed. If anything, Peter tapped more of his Spider-Man strength, pushing himself to limits he never dared with a woman before. Then again, Emma Frost and Mary Jane Watson weren’t ordinary women.
“Yes! Do it, Tiger! Fuck me! Fuck us!” Mary Jane exclaimed. “You…heard her! We…can handle it!”
Peter replied only with an eager grunt. His mask made him sound like a hungry animal, ready to gorge on his favorite feast. Mary Jane and Emma Frost were that feast and they were all too eager to be devoured.
The decadence that ensued quickly descended into a chaotic mess of naked flesh, wild lust, and blissful moans. Peter, armed with this newfound prowess, led this chaos every step of the way. He arranged the two beautiful women into various positions. He then fucked them in every way his Spider-Man agility allowed. He demonstrated a level of flexibility, balance, and stamina that impressed even a couple of experienced prostitutes. It tested their physical limits, as well as the stability of the bed at times.
All over the bed, they went at it in elaborate ways. At one point, Peter had Mary Jane and Emma lying on their stomachs as he took turns fucking them in the ass. At another, he had them both lay on their sides facing one another, alternating between which one he fucked as they made out with each other. At another, he made it a point to show off his strength by lifting each woman up in his arms and bouncing them up and down his dick until they climaxed again. It was the kind of ability that would’ve broken or injured a lesser man.
Peter didn’t just show off his strength though. At times, he let Mary Jane and Emma lead the way, if only to catch his breath a few times. This ended up with him on his back a few times, watching as each woman took turns riding his cock. Once Mary Jane rode him to another orgasm, Emma Frost did the same, this time facing away and having him fuck her ass. Whatever position he ended up in or whatever form their decadence took, the two women maintained the vigorous pace he established. They had so many desires to vent. They couldn’t hold back.
Position after position, their now-sweaty bodies rolled around on the bed in a decadent mesh. It became a spectacle all its own, one that defied even the Hellfire Club’s lofty standards. It tested their ability to process it all, almost as much as it tested their physical endurance. For Peter, it was akin to a hard-fought battle against the Green Goblin, albeit with much better rewards. For Emma Frost, it was just another instance of a man letting himself go, indulging in desires that he so rarely got to exercise.
For Mary Jane, however, the decadence it unleashed took on a very different concept. Having worked as a prostitute and a stripper at the Hellfire Club, she had experienced her share of indulgences. In fact, this wasn’t even the most elaborate. However, having Peter involved made it uniquely satisfying. It also reminded of her new responsibilities as manager of the Hellfire Club.
‘So THIS is what happens when you mix responsibility with the Hellfire Club’s debauchery. Wow! It’s more amazing than I thought. I see how much you enjoy it, Peter. I also see you’re not used to it…being rewarded for being responsible. You’ve changed how I see what I do. Being a prostitute who just served those who can pay…that’ll earn me a comfortable living. Being someone who can share an intimate moment – or organize an elaborate sex show – that’s a responsible use of my sex appeal. And thanks to you, I’m committed to being a responsible whore!’
The line between responsibility and indulgence remained blurred for this decadent spectacle. It lasting longer than Emma or Mary Jane could’ve predicted, straining their endurance – as well as other parts of their body. However, they managed to keep up with Peter until he completed his lustful venting.
As the decadence began to wind down, he made one final push for his peak. He had Mary Jane and Emma Frost lying on top of each other again. This time, Mary Jane was the one on top and she was the one being fucked hard from behind. She too was close to one final climax, clenching the sheets of the bed in anticipation. Emma, already quite winded and sore, held onto her shoulders, giving her the extra leverage she needed to finish the job.
“Mary Jane…I’m close!” grunted Peter, the pace of his humping having slowed. “One more! Just…one…more!”
“Me too! I’m…close…too!” moaned Mary Jane. “Please…let’s share this one…together!”
“Together?” said Emma Frost wryly. “Even during a three-way, you just have to be romantic.”
“For him…yes!” said Mary Jane.
She would not apologize, nor would she be dissuaded. Despite being low on energy, Mary Jane rocked her body, supplementing each one of Peter’s thorough thrusts. Her pussy throbbed around his manhood, eager to achieve one final release. She could feel the strain in his movements as he made the final push.
Finally, in what felt like the end to a long and decadent journey, he sent her over the edge and he eagerly joined her. Together, Peter and Mary Jane shared one last wondrous climax.
“Ohhhh Spider-Man!” she cried out.
“Ohhhh Mary Jane!” exclaimed Peter.
Their bodies tensed and contorted as the pleasure flowed through them. Mary Jane’s inner muscles contracted hard around Peter’s member one last time, this time sharing in the ecstasy. It seemed fitting that after so much decadence, their passions still drew them together in unique and lurid ways. There was something comforting about that…comforting and immensely satisfying.
After soaking in the rush of one last climax, their bodies finally gave out. As soon as Peter withdrew from Mary Jane, she rolled off Emma and let out a tired gasp. He then collapsed as well, landing right between her and Emma. His last bit of desire spent, they could finally catch their breath. They could finally fully process what just happened.
“Wow. I need to reassess my understanding of male and female biology,” said Peter breathlessly.
“Says the man with superpowers,” said Emma coyly.
“What can I say? Even superpowers only go so far with ladies like you.”
“Then I guess we should thank you for using them responsibly,” said Mary Jane.
“I could say the same to you,” said Peter, smiling at her words.
Peter and Mary Jane exchanged an exhausted yet satisfied grin. She curled up closer to him, resting her head in the nook of his shoulder as she caught her breath. He also slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her into a light embrace.
Emma Frost rolled her eyes somewhat at the gesture, but appreciated it none-the-less. It was kind of refreshing, seeing this kind of sentiment in the Hellfire Club. It assured her that Mary Jane would bring something new to this place – something different than the greedy, selfish, amoral debauchery that had so defined it.
“I’d leave you two to cuddle, but I’m too sore to move,” said Emma with a sigh.
“Yeah…sorry about that,” said Peter sheepishly.
“Did I say I minded?” she said, now resting her chin on Peter’s chest. “You two have a rather colorful approach to intimacy. A superhero and a prostitute – on paper, it just sounds too crazy to work.”
“You think that thought hasn’t crossed our minds too?” said Mary Jane.
“I’m sure it has,” said Emma, “and yet, here you are. You’re living proof that crazy can work. Crazy can adapt. Crazy can even be responsible.”
“Yeah…even with proof, it’s hard to believe,” laughed Peter.
“Well, speaking as someone who deals with a lot of crazy, I take comfort in that,” said Emma in a more serious tone, “and that’s exceedingly rare these days.”
“I agree. It is…which makes it all the more precious,” said Mary Jane, cuddling a bit closer to Peter.
Emma rolled her eyes again, but couldn’t help but grin. Even she had to admit that Mary Jane had created something remarkable with this man. It was by no means normal, but their lives weren’t normal to begin with. It turned decadent indulgence into something beautiful – something more responsible than the greed and cruelty that had defined this club for so long. She couldn’t think of a better foundation on which to build the new Hellfire Club.
“Guess we’ve got a lot of crazy ahead of us,” said Peter, sharing this sentiment as he continued embracing her, “but hopefully it’s the good kind of crazy.”
“I’m ready for it. What about you, Tiger?” asked Mary Jane. “I’ll need help and this penthouse would be awfully empty without you.”
“Wait…did you just ask me to move out of my shitty, overpriced, under-maintained apartment for you?” asked Peter with a mix of surprise and intrigue.
“Do you really want to overthink it while we’re naked in bed?” teased Mary Jane.
“Are you kidding? This might be the best possible time under-think a major life decision!” said Peter.
It was a big step and one that came with plenty of risk. However, they just proved they could manage that risk. This was not like the situation he had with Gwen Stacy. This was a new opportunity with a woman who could handle the craziness of his life and then some.
Plus, it would be nice living in a place where he didn’t have to worry about having his power cut. It would help make him a better Spider-Man and Mary Jane’s presence could only bring more benefits.
“Moving in with a lover? Having a superhero intimately involved in your life?” said Emma Frost. “You’re a bold woman, Mary Jane Watson.”
“As the Hellfire Club’s new manager, I have to be,” said Mary Jane.
“You’re more than just a manager, darling,” she said. “I think you just proved you’re worthy of a more regal title.”
“Regal? How so?” asked Mary Jane.
“To hell with calling yourself a manager. How about…Mary Jane Watson, the Red Queen of the Hellfire Club?”
When she said that title out loud, Mary Jane took a moment to let it sink in. It was certainly a more colorful title than being a mere manager. It was unique, distinct, and crazy in a weird sort of way. That just made it all the more fitting.
She looked over at Emma Frost, who seemed dead serious with this title. She then looked over at Peter and could tell he was grinning under his mask. This effectively sealed it for her.
Lying in bed, her superhero lover in her arms and a bold new career ahead of her, Mary Jane Watson could finally say she did it. She took that critical step forward that she never dared to take. She wasn’t just a high-end prostitute, living day-to-day for survival. She actually had a career to build and she had the support of the Amazing Spider-Man to help her build it. What more could a proud whore like her want?
“Mary Jane Watson…Red Queen of the Hellfire Club,” said Mary Jane, her voice echoing once more with her unique sexiness. “Yeah, I like the sound of that!”
THE END
AN: That’s it for now. As with the last story, I may add onto it later if I get more ideas. I’m certainly open to suggestions. So please take the time to review and provide feedback. Thanks for reading!
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