Spider-Man: Lust

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- How did we not find anything?!!! - Brock and I ended up in Jameson's office. - How clueless idiots do you have to be?!!!!

They told us off for half an hour, longer than that, JJ would need a magic pill. Brock just got kicked out. I felt sorry for the guy, he was on the verge of tears. Well, with me.

- Your pay for the week. - Jameson paid with an envelope.

When I opened it, a heavy sigh came out of me.

- What? You're going to resent me?! I'm the one who should be outraged that you suckers didn't find anything at the party! - the 'beloved' boss preemptively started pushing.

- No, it's fine. - to which I shrugged, taking my salary with me. Which was in line with the internship.

- Erm... Peter, I'm sorry. - Betty awkwardly apologised to me as I was leaving the Daily Bugle.

- Which was to be expected. Don't worry about it. - I patted her on the shoulder with a smile on my face.

My calmness was easily explained by Stark's money. By the end of the night my sum had reached fifty thousand. That money could buy a place to live, let alone a medical examination. And now I'm not ashamed I took it.

What's there to be ashamed of? Jameson first agreed to pay me as an employee. He used me like a slave, and as soon as I didn't run an errand, my salary dropped to a trainee's salary. Pepper convinced me that $20,000 for a photo of Stark was charity. Once I'd fucked her for a whole night, my cheque had dramatically changed to fifty thousand.

In this world, man is wolf to man. Everyone's out to take advantage of you. And if you are kind, principled, compassionate, you should understand that the language has a special name for the bearers of such qualities - suckers. And then decide whether you want to remain a sucker for the rest of your life, or whether you're ready to change...

- I'm such a fucking sucker. - I was holding a wounded girl while--

- Where are you, little firefly? - The vampire I knew, who had left some serious cuts on the Asian girl, was snooping around.

I managed to drag the wounded one into a rather cosy hole in the building that shielded us from view from all sides. That said, if vampires have good hearing or sense of smell, we're in a pretty busy part of New York City, so things are on the good guys' side here too. Though I have no idea who the woman in the bright yellow mackintosh is, and I don't think I look very nice being the guy holding a young girl unconscious.

- Mm-hmm.

What wasn't on our side, apart from the brightly coloured clothes of the Asian girl, who even had pink glasses. It was the constant moans coming out of her lips from her wounds. Somewhat afraid of strangling her, I still covered her mouth with my hand, worth....

- Where? - my former pink-skinned acquaintance appeared out of thin air.

Celine's entourage trotted quite close, so close that my heart slowed to a beat on its own. My hand pressed more tightly into the Asian girl's soft skin, covering her plump lips.

In an instant, my heart stopped beating altogether. The reason was the Asian woman suddenly opened her huge green eyes. She was overcome with fear, so I had to hold the Asian girl even tighter against me, hoping that she would come to her senses sooner.

- Hmmm!... Hmmm!..!

However, though she didn't move her arms and legs, she began to twist her head and run her eyes. Once again, I cursed myself for not passing by.

Suddenly the girl in my arms went limp. The fear that I had actually strangled her filled my veins, I lowered my gaze to her and saw her eyes. Dark red eyes. That deep, delicate green, like wet grass, I couldn't get out of my mind in just an instant. That's why I clearly knew that the colour of her eyes had changed.

- Ahem!

The next thing I knew, I had to hold back a groan. For the sharp blades, fangs pierced my palm and began to suck the blood out of me.

- Shh. Don't come out.

As if under a spell, I couldn't hear Celine and her charges. All my attention was stolen by the Asian girl's face, childlike, alive and beautiful, not at all suitable for a vampire. The abrasions, scars, and other signs of beatings were wearing off on him. Not my position, but I felt some kind of joy.

- Haaah. Sorry... - Tearing off my palm, the pink-haired brunette spoke, averting her cloudy eyes.

Droplets of blood still lay on the right side, on the corner of her mouth. The girl, covering her eyes, either out of shame or pleasure, stuck out her bright pink tongue and licked the blood off. This picture was not only mesmerising but also arousing.

- Easy, boy. - With redness on her cheeks, the Asian woman smilingly placed her palm on my chest.

After sitting in hiding for another minute or so, the girl was quiet, apparently remembering the battle from which she came out the loser, we realised that we were no longer wanted.

- So, um. Sorry again and... We'll probably never meet again, so goodbye! - At those words, the Asian girl smiled widely and jumped away.

- Haaa... - Letting out a sigh of relief that tonight had passed without consequences, I headed towards home myself.

.....

Monday. After school, I headed to the hospital to take some tests to make sure my body was in good condition. It was a lot of money, but with Stark's money, it wasn't insurmountable.

Given the number of tests, I was in the hospital until late afternoon. I left a few minutes after closing time. I got home when the moon was already taking its reigns in the sky.

Surprisingly, my aunt and uncle were already asleep. So after quietly finding something in the fridge, I went up to my room. Where behind the open door awaited me an unexpected as well as enchanting sight.

- So my saviour's name is Peter?

Yesterday's Asian woman stood in the moonlight, leaning against the desk. She was wearing yesterday's clothes, although 'was' is a pretty bold word. Blue denim shorts were unbuttoned, letting her plump, pink lips eat them up a bit. A pink tank top with a green 'X' logo was pulled up at the top, hovering over small breasts with appetising nipples. A yellow cape lay on top, gloves of the same colour on her hands, and pink glasses in her hair. With her gaze, the brunette showed no desire or embarrassment. She only puffed bubble gum bubbles with her full lips.

- Oh, that's right, I forgot to introduce myself, Juby-Mnmmm...!

Not intending to play any games, I grabbed her lips instead of the gum, my tongue occupying hers.

- Mmmm!

And she was clearly eager to do it. Of course, I was curious about her connection to Celine, and how she'd come to be here. But ever since last night, I'd been fascinated by the sight of her arse in denim shorts. So I decided it would be time to talk later.

- Mnh-mnh!

As my desire to take her lips away passed and I became more attracted to her fragile looking body. I noticed that apart from the passion, the kiss suffers on both legs. She swirls her tongue around in my mouth, wantonly, while she bites mine with her teeth now and then.

- Is this your first time? - Pulling away from her, in a slightly husky voice I ask.

- Well... - than changed from a drunken, lustful look to an embarrassed, fleeing one.

Thinking things through, I tossed the Asian girl onto the bed. She let out a playful laugh, though she was still hiding her gaze. I grabbed my shorts. Abruptly pulling them off, catching the pink panties hanging from her thighs.

- Umm...

Touching the soft pussy through them, I felt wet and hot. I reached up, gently placing my other hand on her breasts, giving the cutie the second kiss of her life.

- Mnhmmm!...

Over the flames of the kiss, she didn't notice me removing her panties as well.

- Ah... - The Asian girl lowered her eyebrows disappointedly and pouted as I broke the kiss.

Her pupils narrowed and her fang bit her lip as she saw where my face was sinking. Her pussy was nothing like Allen's, though I'd never seen it this close. The Asian girl's pussy was plump to the touch, it looked like pushing on it would make the juices flow.

- Ahhhh.

But I chose a different way of extracting the nectar. I first nestled my lips into her and then plunged my tongue in. Naturally, at first I only touched the walls, and only the tip penetrated inside.

- Aaah-mmmmmm!

But as soon as I began to choke on the sweet nectar, resembling a badly candied lemon, I let my tongue inside.

- Aah!

Fingers teasing the clitoris and the plump walls.

- Aaaaah!

Eventually the Asian woman cummed, leaving a sticky line from her quivering pussy to my tongue. At the sight of me, the Asian woman became more aroused than ever, abruptly throwing off her tank top and giving her gloves a toothy tug.

- Haaaa... Be... Haaaa. - Though holding my face tightly as I hovered over her, the Asian woman still couldn't catch her breath to finish her sentence.

- I'll be gentle, don't worry.

- Mnnmmm!...

On the third kiss, I began to try on her passage with my head. Frankly, I enjoyed teasing her walls, making the Asian girl's breath rush, right as I kissed her.

- Mnghmmm!

Finally, the moment came. The Asian girl pulled away from me with her lips, though she continued to hold onto my neck. She wrinkled her nose in pain, and in the next instant.

- You're a woman now. - as I entered her, I said.

**Eight hours later**

- Aghaaaah! Mnhmmm!

Shoving the Asian woman's face into the window pane, I fulfilled my yesterday's... No, the dream of the day before yesterday by taking her doggy-style.

- Ghaaaa! Mnhhhhh!

I pounded her with a force that sent ripples through her sweet arse. The glass that her breasts were pressed against made a distinctive squeaking sound.

- Haaah! Haaah!...

It was hard to tell what the Asian woman was thinking. But judging by her tongue sticking out and eyes rolling upwards, she was more or less fine with the situation....

- Ready, eh? - Lowering myself to her ears, I whispered in a stern voice.

- Aghaaaa... Dhaaaaaa...

- Then... - I sped up even more, for it was coming.... - Ahem!

- Aaaaaaaaaaah!

And once again I spurted inside the plump lips that grabbed me so greedily that I wanted to cum inside again and again.

- Are you okay? Whatever your name is. - I turned to the girl who had fallen to the floor.

- D-D-D-D-Jub-Ely. - who just mouthed some gibberish with her tongue hanging out.

Which I cared little for, for my attention, as well as my gaze, was stolen by the gaze of my neighbour, who stood opposite her window with her palm to her mouth. The gaze of Mary Jane Watson.