Chapter 16 - Cat Scratch Fever (18+)

The next morning, Peter went about his usual morning routine, eating breakfast with his secretary reminding him of stuff coming up. One of which was a press conference the next week.

Peter reluctantly sat himself down with paperwork, which he hated. The instant he was done with it, Felicia called him. Apparently, her dad needed help with something, she clarified it wasn't to steal something, and then promised she would "Make it up to him" during his patrol hours. Shifting his actual patrol to now, he made sure to have his RapeKazoo (patent pending) on him.

It was a good thing he had gone for a swing, too, since he got to stop Shocker again. He left him hanging upside down from a streetlight, his gauntlets safely in the custody of Toxin. Peter's suit would now do the same things Herman did, if he so wanted to do them.

Before Otto took over, Peter and Felicia had done it once. It was during one of his and MJ's breaks. From that experience, he drew a few conclusions about Felicia: She was a total sėx-addict, she was a kinky nymph, and his legs would most likely be dead by the time the night was up.

The most logical thing for him to do was hide. To do so, he pulled a Homer Simpson and backed up into and hid in a brick wall, his mechanical arms holding his hiding place intact.

But Felicia was on the hunt. On the hunt and horny. On the hunt and horny for his D. He didn't stand a chance. She could smell him.

Within the next few minutes, after a pitiful wail from his kazoo, they were both back in his office.

H18 STARTS HERE THOU HAST BEEN TOLD

Peter deactivated his suit, for now ignoring the fact that his legs would be dead the next morning, and Felicia instantly pounced on him. He didn't even stand a chance of dominating. She was way too horny for that.

His clothes lasted a second and half before she literally ripped them off, letting his muscular body breathe. Basically drooling, Felicia snatched his lips in hers and attempted to ram her tongue down his throat. He didn't dominate, but he didn't surrender either, fighting back eagerly. As their tongues tied together like high-quality shoelaces, she peeled her skintight bodysuit off of her body, pushing her soft, sensual body into him. He let this motion bring him to the bed, his now very hard and above-average in length c o c k prodding at her inner thɨġh.

Not content with going straight to the main event, Felicia planted her soft fingertips on his ċhėst before she made went down slowly, teasingly, to his c o c k, never breaking eye contact with him on the way there. Smirking at him, she brought his c o c k into her soft hand, jacking him off slowly, just to get a feel for the dɨċk she hadn't had in a few years. It was noticeably bigger in her hand than it had been before. Her best guess placed his manhood at about 8, maybe 9 inches? That was to say nothing of his inch and a half, maybe 2 inch diameter girth. She looked forward to how well this would gape her.

Oh this wasn't mentioned earlier? Her biggest kink was anything involving penetrating her kinky little rosebud. This wasn't something Peter knew, as they hadn't done that last time. Her usual masturbation process sometimes had nothing to with pleasuring her pussƴ, since playing with her ȧss got her off just fine. Most of the time, this was fueled by her dirty imagination that involved Peter. The kicker for her? He was just as well-endowed as she imagined, if not more.

As much as she loved anal, she also loved occasionally being unable to breathe, emphasized by her next action: ramming his webshooter straight down her throat with zero gag reflex. Involuntarily cursing, Peter tangled his hand in her hair to keep it out of her face.

Contrary to how this was planned to go, one of her more...alluring...fantasies came to mind. And in her mind, alluring meant it made her and her pussƴ both drool. Said fantasy consisted of her, usually the top, giving in and allowing the bottom, being Peter, to take dominance over her for once. Most of this was driven by how big she had discovered him to be.

What she didn't know, was that at the end of the night, that would be her only fantasy, ever.

His groan was heavy, as he patted her head almost like she was a cat who was good. She let his c o c k fall out of her mouth, drool and saliva glazed over it, combined with leftovers of his freshly shot ċum. She licked up what she could and then pumped him a bit to get him back to full-mast. This was easy to do, given his heavily accelerated stamina. He then smirked at her, pulling a semi-wrestling moves to push her onto her back under him, her mascara slightly running.

She proceeded to cup his cheek in her hand. "Peter Parker?" She asked in a sultry and almost aggressive manner. "Fuck my ȧss into next month." The procceding events, before the buŧŧfuck even happened, were almost a blur to her. All she knew was that she was now upside-down, her legs spread wide, and balanced in the middle of the air via a web tightrope that she seemed to have been purposely tangled in. Peter, above her, slowly came down onto her using a strand of webbing on the ceiling. "Web bondage. I think you'll like it. At least I hope." He ran his hardened self across her tight shaven pussƴ, before thrusting into her, just enough to mold her pussƴ to the shape of his c o c k and to lubricate it enough in her own wetness. Then he went for the motherload.

The rest of that night was spent filling Felicia's ȧss with load after load, doing so in at least a million different positions.

Neither of them could properly walk the next morning, Felicia because her ȧss got nailed raw, and Peter because he couldn't feel his legs all that well.

AN//I legitimately feel bad that this took me as long as it did. I had no idea I was even going to finish it today. I don't know when the next chapter will be out, but I'll start brainstorming for whatever does come next. Edit: It's almost fitting that I released my first lemon while I was at 69k reads. almost poetic jusice. Next H18 scene might actually have some of that by the way.