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Peter Parker's New Groove Ch. 48 (Marvel)
🕑 Added 2022-11-20 15:33:59 +0000 UTCA/N: Alright, my patrons have spoken. I'll be wrapping this fic up in the next 2-3 chapters guys, but first I want to make good on the sexy shenanigans I've set up. Meaning we've got a couple of threesomes to enjoy.
After you're done reading this, be sure to check out the Vibe Check Pt. 2 that immediately proceeds it so you can continue to have a say in the next Marvel Fic I write.
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Darcy Lewis might have been a nerdy astrophysicist but she was also all woman, and Peter simply wasn’t the type to back down from an offer like hers these days. For a moment he does contemplate letting her control the flow and focusing on figuring out what’s going on with Jane Foster… but no, that would be a disservice to Darcy, wouldn’t it? She deserved every last ounce of his attention.
Decision made; Peter begins kissing Darcy back, quickly turning the tables on the bespectacled brunette. She squeaks as he pinches her ass and then gives it a harsh, double-handed grope, pulling her up onto her tip toes so he can kiss her more deeply and passionately. Meanwhile, her hands end up trapped between their bodies for a moment, pressed against his chest before she’s able to pull them out and wrap them around his neck.
… From there, it’s actually rather simple. Peter uses his grip on her ass cheeks to lift Darcy into the air, and she in turn happily wraps her legs around his waist as he carries her over to the closest, cleanest looking table in the laboratory. Sitting her fine ass down on it, Peter continues controlling the pace of both the kissing and what’s soon to follow, his hands moving over Darcy’s body and beginning to make short work of her clothes.
Not that the beautiful scientist seems to mind one bit. In fact, she’s eager to get naked, eager to show off… and eager to get HIM naked as well, her own hands moving to his crotch and rubbing at his bulge. That said, Peter does find himself stopping and pulling back for a moment as he gets Darcy out of her clothes and stripped to just her underwear.
Calling it just underwear is doing it a disservice, however. Darcy is dressed in lacy black lingerie with sexy black straps crisscrossing the top of her chest and under her sizable breasts. She looks unbelievably hot and Peter actually finds himself almost reluctant to remove her undergarments… they look so much better on her; he has to admit.
Eyebrow raised; the young man can’t help but look around the room rather pointedly.
“… Do you often come into work alone wearing this sort of thing under your lab coat Ms. Lewis?”
Scowling playfully, Darcy reaches out and grabs him by the front of his shirt again, yanking him back in so that her other hand can reach down and go back to groping his bulge.
“That’s Dr. Lewis to you, Mr. Parker. And a lady deserves to feel pretty, no matter what the circumstances are.”
Peter can’t help but grin wickedly at that, his eyes flashing as he looks Darcy right in the eye.
“Something tells me you aren’t a lady… Dr. Lewis.”
Darcy lets out a huff of faux offense at that, before grinning rather lecherously at him.
“Well, I certainly don’t want to be TREATED like one, Mr. Parker~”
How else is Peter supposed to respond but to go right back to ravaging the beautiful brunette scientist? Surging forward again, he returns to kissing Darcy’s eminently kissable ruby red lips for a moment more. Then, he slides his mouth down over her jaw, neck, and finally to her breasts. His fingers hook in the top of her lacy black bra and he yanks it down rather roughly, eliciting quite the cute squeak from the bespectacled woman.
As her tits pop out of their confines, Peter is all too happy to lean down and begin sucking at them, groping one and licking and lapping at the other, alternating between the two of them. Darcy, meanwhile, tosses her head back and groans in enjoyment, her legs spreading nice and wide so she can pull him all the closer in. Her own hands aren’t idle either, as she finally makes a concerted effort to work open his pants and get his cock out.
She freezes for a moment when she registers his true size, but only for a moment. Then, her hands are working even faster than before, stroking him up and down his length as he feasts on her tits, and guiding his bulbous, leaking cockhead up to her panty-clad sex so she can rub him all over the front of her black lingerie.
This foreplay continues on for just a little longer before Peter decides he’s not going to take it anymore. Oh sure, he probably COULD have lasted a while more, but what would be the point? They both wanted this. They both wanted him inside of her.
Sliding her panties aside is the fastest way for him to stop bumping against her underwear and actually penetrate her, so that’s what Peter does. It has the added bonus of taking Darcy a little by surprise, as the brunette had just gotten used to the status quo of him bumping and grinding and suckling at her titties. All of the sudden, he’s inside of her and her reaction is absolutely spectacular as she lets out a cry and immediately clenches down on his cock.
Cumming for him, Darcy shudders in his grasp, only Peter’s grip on her keeping her from spasming all over the place. He holds her steady, burying himself inside of her tightening cunny inch by inch even as she rides out her climax. By the time she’s done, he’s over halfway inside of her and she’s left panting, her saliva-covered chest heaving as she looks into his eyes.
“… Don’t slow down now, you big dicked bastard. Show me what you’ve got~”
Peter is all too happy to do so. Positioning his hands on her hips, his fingers just beginning to slide into the space between her ass and the table he’s got her sat on the edge of, he begins to jackhammer forward, pounding Darcy so hard and so fast that the large metal table actually bounces and jolts with his thrusts.
Considering how heavy the thing is, the table is very much not supposed to be able to move… but Peter’s super strength doesn’t exactly care about any of that. Darcy squeals, her eyes going wide once more as her body shudders from the sudden pleasure. His cock is now fully buried in her hungering twat, ramming up against her cervix itself as Darcy gasps.
“F-Fuck… FUCK!”
Throwing her head back again, the beautiful woman cums for him once more. But Peter has no interest in just watching her orgasm on his cock. He keeps fucking her… and in turn, Darcy keeps cumming. At first there’s at least a little bit of recovery time between each orgasm, but that gap gets shorter and shorter as Peter plows the astrophysicist silly right there in the middle of her own laboratory.
Darcy’s eyes roll back in her head at a certain point, her ruby red lips forming into a great big O as her voluptuous, fuckable, bodacious body jiggles and shakes all over the place. She’s got a figure to die for, and Peter is all too happy to take her to pound town until she’s left insensate by his cock.
Finally, her desperately clenching pussy manages to milk his load from him and Peter groans as he empties his balls into the beautiful scientist without a care. Darcy certainly doesn’t mind given how she shudders and moans and wraps her legs around his waist all the tighter, holding onto him with her arms around his neck for dear life.
Looking around the laboratory, Peter locates a couch and picks Darcy up, carrying her over to it and sitting down so they can rest. She immediately collapses onto his chest, moaning and mewling and rubbing her face into his pecs as Peter smirks, slowly kneading her ass cheeks while she remains impaled upon his cock. He could keep going, but obviously Darcy is ill-equipped to continue on after this. The normal human woman just isn’t built to be so powerfully fucked by a metahuman like him.
Instead of trying to push things and go for a Round Two, Peter just sits there and relaxes for a moment, allowing Darcy all the time she needed to come to terms with her own… heh, insufficiency.
“Fuck… sure know how to make a woman feel inadequate, Peter Parker.”
Tilting his head in amusement, Peter looks down at Darcy as Darcy in turn looks up at him. Her glasses are askew on her face and he has no idea how long they’ve been like that… but the brunette makes no effort to fix them as she pants heavily, still catching her breath. She looks rather adorable like this… in his lap, turned into a mewling kitten by the drilling he just gave her.
… That said, he did come here for a reason. As fun as Darcy was, she was not that reason. And something she’d said before was finally triggering alarms in the back of Peter’s mind.
Furrowing his brow, he frowns as he looks down at the freshly fucked scientist in his arms.
“Earlier… you said something about Jane being in no state to have sex right now. And that she was… going through it?”
Humming tiredly, Darcy nods into his chest.
“… Yeah. She’d totally take you for a spin, stud. But uh, while I don’t think her doctors have actually said anything about sex one way or the other, the cancer is still pretty nasty. Doubt she’s got the strength to be going around fucking anyone… least of all a total Chad like you.”
Peter blinks rapidly as his mind catches upon the one important word in all of Darcy’s rambling. Cancer. In an instant, he’s pulled the mostly nude scientist off of his cock and set her down on the couch beside him as he sits up and turns to her.
“Hold up… Dr. Foster has cancer?!”
Darcy squirms, looking disappointed for a moment before sighing and shrugging.
“Yeah. Ugh, total mood killer isn’t it? I shouldn’t have brought it up.”
“No! You don’t understand… I can help her! That’s why I’m here!”
Wrinkling her nose, Darcy narrows her eyes suspiciously again.
“What? You didn’t even know she had cancer until a minute ago!”
Shaking his head, Peter gets to his feet, suddenly filled with the need to… well, get to New Asgard and save Jane Foster’s life. This was why Reality had mentioned her, after all. And to think, he’d put her off this long. Fuck, if she’d died… well technically he had the power to bring her back didn’t he? But that didn’t account for the suffering!
“I knew something was wrong and that only I could help. Now… now I know what that something is.”
As Peter contemplates the fastest route to New Asgard, Darcy scoffs.
“And what are you going to do against stage four cancer, huh?! Not even the best of the best have been able to help! The chemo has been useless!”
Darcy’s words twig something in the back of his mind and Peter blinks, suddenly going still. Here he was planning the fastest way of flying to New Asgard in order to use the Stones to cure Jane’s cancer. When he… he could just use the Stones to go to New Asgard in order to use them to cure Jane’s cancer.
Looking over his shoulder, Peter gives Darcy a grin.
“Thanks for the help, Dr. Lewis. Hope we see each other again soon.”
Looking exasperated but also surprisingly fond after just one encounter, Darcy crosses her arms over her naked chest and rolls her eyes.
“Yeah, yeah, go on and- holy shit!”
Her amused goodbye turns into shock as Peter reaches out with the Space Stone… and promptly teleports himself from the lab in New York City across the planet to New Asgard in Norway.
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“Holy shit!”
“What the fuck?!”
Out of all of the things Peter was expecting when he teleported himself across the world to Jane Foster… her in bed with another woman was not it. Not that he had any problems with it, mind you… only that, well, Darcy had explicitly said Jane was dying from cancer. She didn’t exactly LOOK like she was dying from cancer. She looked like she was covered in muscles and currently enjoying a rough tumble with a dark-skinned woman that Peter recognized from the battle against Thanos as Valkyrie.
The bedding was all over the room and the bed itself was pretty much unadorned except for their two bodies. Of course, as he appears out of nowhere, they come apart and immediately react, Valkyrie going for a sword and Jane going for…
“Wait, is that Mjolnir?”
The cracked hammer glows with power as Jane holds it aloft, her nude state vanishing in a second as the adornments of Thor flow to cover her body. Peter gapes, caught entirely off guard… before realizing both women are looking quite angry with his sudden intrusion. Though they’re also trying not to glance speculatively at his crotch. Its only then that he belatedly realizes he never put his cock away. Which made this all way weirder than it had to be.
Putting up his hands, Peter waves them to show he’s unarmed.
“W-Wait! Not here to fight! Sorry, I’m just here to cure Dr. Foster’s cancer! Uh… you do still have cancer, right?”
Looking at the seemingly hale and healthy woman, Peter wonders if he came all of this way for nothing… but after a moment, an incredulous Jane nevertheless nods, unable to help responding in the face of the absurdity. Breathing a sigh of relief, Peter reaches out with the Stones, feeling Reality itself coming to his call practically singing with happiness.
In an instant, the cancer that plagues Jane Foster is no more. She’s no longer dying, and though visibly she looks absolutely amazing, bolstered by the powers of Mjolnir it would seem, the change is nevertheless noticeable as her eyes widen and she takes in a sharp breath.
“Jane?”
Valkyrie’s questioning concerned tone prompts the astrophysicist turned superheroine to look over at her. After a beat, Jane sets down Mjolnir… and drops the transformation, turning back into a normal-looking human woman right before his and Valkyrie’s eyes.
“… He wasn’t lying. The cancer… I think it’s gone. I think I’m cured.”
Peter can’t help the broad grin that spreads across his face at that, pleased with himself to the extreme. The look of bewildered happiness on Jane’s face… he’s going to sleep like a baby tonight and for a thousand nights to come just thinking about that look.
Meanwhile, Valkyrie just grunts.
“Great. Can we get back to having fun then? I don’t know who you are… but feel free to join us.”
That last bit is directed at Peter. Or rather, more accurately, Peter’s cock. Valkyrie licks her lips as she stares at his member, which in the face of two mostly naked beauties like her and Dr. Foster, has grown hard all over again.
“Y-Yes… please… join us.”
Well now. No good deed goes unrewarded, Peter supposes.
Comments
Bellerophon
Damn poor Thor cucked by Valkyrie and even his faithful Mjolnir has left him.
Cambrian
Pretty much haha
Keeper
Final chapter gonna be a "and then they all fucked, there were some weddings and they all lived happily ever after" type epilogue?
