Spider-Man: Lust

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When I got up for breakfast, I could tell by the looks on Aunt May and Uncle Ben's faces that I looked like a mess. Raising my hand, asking them not to say anything, I willed myself to head to the bathroom. The mirror showed me the same face, unchanged, except for the saliva on my cheek and my hair dishevelled, as if it had been centrifuged. Apparently the dream was not a restful one. Then isn't it strange that I don't feel any change in myself?

- Did you sleep in the lab again? - Uncle Ben's voice was stern, though after I'd been in the hospital, he blamed himself for being too soft. - We've told you so many times.

- Yeah, yeah, today was the last time. - both uncle and aunt looked at me with disbelief. - Really! The experiment I was working on failed, so...

- No more laboratory? - Aunt May said with some embarrassment.

- Here. - Then, as a sign of my determination, I took out the cellar key and put it on the table. - I don't care about that anymore... Science.

While my aunt and uncle looked at me with complicated feelings, as had become customary, I lowered the porridge from my plate into my mouth, and took a bite of toast as I went.

Once their nephew lost his grants and college scholarship, they can't even look at me the way they used to. Fucking hypocrites.

.....

I'm more like a shitty me. I used to be interested in everything. I used to not even care much about the attacks on me, or whether or not girls liked me. Because my head was always full of ideas, aspirations to make the world better, to get to the disappearance of my parents, to invent and create something that has not been before me....

Now I've lost all motivation to do it. And old records and tools are as depressing as brushes on a painter who's lost his hands.

- Maybe I should start painting. - a lot of losers go into art, don't they?

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It's been a week and I haven't started painting. I never went to the lab. I fucked Allen seven times. Actually, the last one was a little strange, for we didn't end after mutual satisfaction, but when Elizabeth couldn't take it anymore. I guess cheerleaders are no match for teenage boys, huh? I hope I get back to normal soon, because it's getting kind of annoying to discharge halfway through.....

- Huh? - I suddenly bumped into MJ. - Tiger? - Pisses me off. - What's wrong with you? Weak on alcohol, and you took over the loo even though you're hardly n-Liz?

Allen came out behind me, still with dishevelled hair and torn tights. The make-up was more or less in order, for the bitch wouldn't give me the least moral satisfaction.

- You what? - MJ, holding a glass of beer, looked at me, then at Allen, then at her friend from the past, then at her friend from the present. - He didn't...?

- Nothing like that... - Looking away in embarrassment, Elizabeth went to the nearest mirror before turning back to the party.

- Peter, are you out of your mind?! - I've been robbed of such joy. What, no more Tiger? - She came here with Flash! He'll rip your head off if he finds out.

At Mary Jane's stern and displeased face, I wanted to respond with vulgarity, to suggest that I go into the bathroom so she could finish what Allen had started. But... I can't see MJ as a sex toy, a bitch, any more than I can see Allen.

- I'm gonna go. - Disappointed in myself for still caring about the opinion of someone who doesn't care about my existence, I decided I had nothing else to do at the party, and I don't drink anyway.

- Tiger, don't-- - I stopped, once again giving MJ a chance to say something important. But just as after her return, just as after our meetings in the corridors, so now she just limited herself to trying.

After all, she's a good person, so she's trying because of past memories to be my friend. But only trying... And I'm really tired of trying. My own or other people's...

.....

- Baby, trying to be a hero, that's sweet. - because trying doesn't end well.

On my way home, I heard a cry for help from the back alley. Naturally, I called the police with the exact address. But then... Like the moron that I am, I decided to see if I could scare the criminal/s away.

- So young? You give me a lot of vitality. - just because of my appearance, me and a middle-aged woman were kidnapped.

And judging by the fact that the kidnappers leap several buildings high and run at speeds far from human, we've fallen into the hands of mutant criminals.

People from countries with a lower percentage of mutants wonder why mutants are so restricted. Even to the point of harassment. Well apparently outside of cartoons, they weren't met with a hungry stare and a looming hand with maroon flames like I am now.

- Kgghhhh!... - The pale-skinned woman thrust her flaming hand into my chest.

- Or should I start with you? - She turned around in a second and grabbed the woman at the other pillar, which was about eight metres away from me.

You've had it, haven't you, Pete? This is probably the end of me. It's still scary to die. At least dying to a pale, middle-aged brunette isn't as scary as being torn apart by a Lizard. What's scarier--

- Hey, sweetie, we just got to second base and you ran away from me. - is seeing someone else die.

- Ha, baby. - With a satisfied smile on her bright black lips, the woman turned to me and in a second she had shortened the distance, once again placing her palm on my chest.

- Urghhhh!... - The feeling of a cushion of air bursting in my chest, breaking my ribs, ripped through my body again. Hopefully, while I was being killed, someone would at least turn up to rescue the woman....

- As expected of a young man with so much vitality..... - Right before my eyes, my killer's face began to transform, from a middle-aged woman to a young girl.

So she's some kind of vampire? And considering the rest of the kidnappers are standing still, she's their leader, their matriarch?

- А?.. - As my brain struggled to find a way not to panic and my teeth clenched a cry for mercy, the pale woman in black's eyes opened wide.

- What is it, Celine? - One of her handmaidens called out.

- Go away. - With her palm pressed to her chest, Celine walked towards the wide gap between the car park floors. The end of the torture almost made me sick. - I told you to leave!

After an inappropriate, graceful long-haired brunette with pale skin screamed furiously, all four of her henchmen disappeared from sight in less time than it takes to blink.

- Miss me already? - After they were gone, Celine came back to me, with her burning hand in tow. - Who'd have thought you were so cute-Aghaaaaaa!!!!

With an anger that was distinctly reminiscent of a distraught Connors as Lizard, the vampiress grabbed me by the throat.

- Kggh-Ghaaaaah!..!

Even as she let go and her hand rested on my chest again; I couldn't cough or breathe from the pain, the breaking air cushion that struck my chest.

- Mnghmmm!...

As her hand travelled even lower, it felt as if my spine was magnetically drawn to her, turning me inside out.

- Kghaaaa... Haaaaaa...

When her hand was on my groin, not only was I finally able to breathe, but I noticed that Celine's face no longer looked much like a vampire's, instead with her red cheeks and drunken stare, she looked like a bitch that....

- Mnhmmm! - Taking advantage of her lost look, I leaned forward and kissed her passionately. For some reason, that seemed like the right idea.

- Mngghmmmm! - Celine was biting my tongue, hiding hers, but just as she didn't remove her hand from my mate, she didn't move away herself.

Her hand stopped just resting on my heat-hardened cock, Celine began to run her index finger and fingernail around it, and despite the jeans, even that stimulation felt amazing. But after a couple of seconds of kissing, she pressed her whole palm into me and began to actively jack me off.

- Mnhmmm! - I didn't notice when, in one of the kisses, Celine's hand slid down and unzipped my fly.

- Mnhm-Haaa... - her hand felt very different from Allen's. In addition to the temperature, it felt like her palm was covered with several mouths greedily caressing my cock.

- Mnhmmm! - Only a single sigh was allowed by Celine's lips on mine.

She took hold of my cock with both hands, continuing to go over it tightly. Following, the vampiress took a step closer, forcing her own dress against my mate. The head of which, I could distinctly feel another familiar heat thanks to Allen.

- Mnhmmm!

Celine's movements quickened as her pussy got wet, even through the silk giving my head a captivating sensation. All I wanted to do was wriggle out of my restraints and rip her soft lips, cumming until I was on my knees.

- Mm-hmm! - I ended up cumming in her hands.

- Haaaa... Haaaa... - Breathing heavily, Celine pulled away from me as white, thick cum dripped down along her monotonously black dress.

Putting a finger in her mouth, Celine's other hand was thrown back. And in one motion, as if blown by a breeze, the dress was on the dirty, concrete floor of the abandoned car park.

- Ah... What a... What an enticing feeling. - With hands still covered in cum, Celine walked all over her expressive, painfully pale body. Along her long legs, her firm arse, and her size three breasts with dark pink nipples.

Breathing in the scent of my palms, Celine's whole body shook and juice dripped from her tight looking cunt. Seeing my gaze glued to the drops of her nectar. Selene smiled, got down on all fours and slowly started to get closer to me.

- Wow... Still full of energy? - To stop in front of my newly risen shaft. I guess three times with Allen and one with the vampire wasn't enough for me.

Celine watched my mate tremble like a cat watching a toy. She moved her head gently so as not to spook or touch him until....

- Hum-hum-hmmm! - In one motion, pounce and swallow it whole.

Celine continued to look up at me from below, like a good bitch is supposed to, even without looking at how hard her fully stuffed throat was clenching and her cheeks were red from the constant pouting.

- Mgghhhh-Haaaah! - and so the vampiress took my cock out of her mouth. He immediately slapped her forehead, to which the vampiress opened her mouth wide, clenching her teeth as if holding herself back, before the coveted reward.

- Hmprf. - I spat on Selina. What did she...

- Hmph! - caressing a nipple covered in my saliva, she began sucking sharply.

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- Haaaa... Haaaaah. - morning came. I had Celine's sticky cum covered arse in my hands.

- Kgghhhh! - I cum in a tight ring that apparently no-one had ever worked out before and...

- ... - spitting semen clots out of her arse, Celine collapsed unconscious.

- It's gonna be okay. - on shaky legs, I made my way to the bound woman. Good thing Celine's entourage hadn't shown up yet, apparently they wouldn't without her call. Anyway, otherwise our chances of escape go to hell.....

- Aah! - The middle-aged woman who was kidnapped with me suddenly screamed and shrank back.

- Right. - Putting on my trousers, I had a bad feeling.

In the past ten hours, I had cum seventeen times, the amount of my semen had not gone down. Clearly, this is something out of the ordinary heightened libido of a teenager..... And worst of all, I want more....