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Peter Parker's New Groove Ch. 44 (Marvel)
🕑 Added 2022-09-25 14:50:55 +0000 UTCA/N: Shamelessly yoinked this idea from a comment I got a few chapters ago. If you saw it, then you know what's going on here :P
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For a long moment, Natasha Romanoff’s beautiful features are unreadable. She stares at him wordlessly, Peter’s little bombshell landing in the space between them as he waits to see how she might react to his epiphany. For a beat, he’s truly not sure… and then, moving so fast even his enhanced senses can’t quite keep up, Natasha lunges at him.
For a half a heartbeat, Peter thinks he’s being attacked. But then he registers the lips on his lips, the arms wrapped around his neck not in an armbar but in an embrace, and the very beautiful, positively gorgeous red-haired super spy suddenly grinding down on his lap, specifically on his cock.
Her creampied pussy rubs against his dick as Natasha kisses Peter heatedly, their tongues dueling with one another most aggressively once Peter gets his bearings about him. Even as he swaps spit with the femme fatale, his hands go to her ass, still clad in the black leather of her only partially removed catsuit. His fingers dig into her behind aggressively, and Natasha moans into his mouth in response, her wet, cum-filled quim grinding down onto his shaft all the more eagerly.
Together, they lift her up several inches, until her once-filled pussy is hovering above his throbbing, pulsating dick. Both of them are, it would seem, more than ready for Round Two. With a sense of finality and excitement, Natasha slams herself down upon his cock, with Peter doing his part to help out by thrusting up into her from below at the same time.
Impaling her on his member is just as good as sheathing himself into her was the first time around. It’s beyond pleasurable, and Peter just can’t get enough of Natasha’s sexy, sopping wet, yet incredibly tight cunt.
As he fucks up into her and she bounces herself up and down on his cock hard and fast, their lip lock finally comes to an end. Pulling back and sucking in much needed gasps of breath, Peter and the Black Widow look at one another. After a moment, Natasha smirks slightly.
“Surprised, Peter? Did you think I would be, mm, upset with you?”
Her breasts bounce and jiggle in front of his face as she rides him, distracting Peter somewhat. But he still manages to muster up a response.
“Wasn’t… sure. But… needed to tell you all the same…”
Natasha lets out a melodic laugh at that, giving him an approving smile as she holds him tight, holds him close.
“You’re a good man, Peter. An honest man.”
He feels a flash of guilty at that… and then a spike of panic, because that’s totally something someone like Natasha would say solely to gain a reaction from him. After all, wasn’t seduction the Black Widow’s bread and butter? He couldn’t let his guard down, not even for a moment…
… Except when he looks up from Natasha’s breasts, she’s not even looking at him. She’s too busy throwing her head back and moaning up a storm as her pussy clenches itself around his cock, another orgasm rippling through her beautiful, bodacious body. In this moment, Natasha Romanoff is not ‘on call’, Peter realizes.
That just makes him feel guiltier though. Because she says he’s an honest man, but he’s still keeping things from her. And he’s not second guessing that either, to be clear. He doesn’t think telling just anyone about the Infinity Stones and his experiences with them would be a good idea. He’s happy to be keeping that card close to his chest.
But… what if his little epiphany isn’t even right? It’s not like he knows for sure one way or the other if Natasha dying and being brought back to life actually healed her sterility. In fact, it was just as likely that she was brought back exactly the way she was when she died, rather than at peak human health or something.
As Natasha drives herself down upon his cock, Peter finds himself doing something he’s never done before. He reaches out to the power the Stones have apparently seen fit to give him consciously. He reaches for it, wanting to be sure, wanting to KNOW for a fact.
He shouldn’t be surprised that its Reality that answers his call. The feeling washes over him, and somehow he just knows that Reality itself is at his fingertips. Without hesitation… he makes sure Natasha is no longer sterile, feeling as though he has her tacit permission, given her positive reaction to the very idea.
The red head gasps and then moans, her cunt squeezing down even harder upon his cock as Peter reshapes reality itself to his liking. From this moment on, Natasha will not be sterile any longer. She will be able to have children, just as much as any other woman could have children. That was the least he could do, all things considered.
A slight change seems to come over the gorgeous femme fatale. Stopping her bouncing upon his cock, Natasha looks down at Peter with a broad, beatific smile.
“Peter… do you think we could change venues, a bit?”
Blinking at that, he tilts his head to the side at the sudden request.
“Change venues?”
Leaning in closer, Natasha places her plush red lips right beside his ear, speaking in the smokiest, sultriest tone he’s ever heard a woman use.
“I want you to fuck me on a proper bed, Peter Parker. I want you to plow me silly, and pound me into my mattress until I can’t see straight.”
Eyes growing progressively wider with every word that left her lips, Peter abruptly surges up off of the couch, making Natasha squawk as she ends up sinking the rest of the way down his cock, her legs bouncing in the open air on either side of him, her feet kicking up. As she drops however, his hands gripping tightly at her leather-clad ass halt her from falling all the way to the ground, and he holds her aloft as she clings to his neck.
Giving him a small look of reproval, Natasha’s eyes twinkle as she shakes her head in amusement mutely for a moment before letting out a pleased noise.
“Go on, Peter… take me to bed.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice. Or rather, since she just DID tell him twice, he doesn’t need to be told thrice. Peter walks and bounces Natasha on his cock, trying not to let her moaning cries and gushing pussy distract him overly much from putting one foot in front of the other. Still, he’s not sure if it’s just his imagination, but it feels like after he used the Reality Stone’s power… Natasha is much wetter than before. Much more sensitive, even.
She was aroused before, Peter knows that from both his unconscious use of the Mind Stone, as well as how wet he got her. She definitely orgasmed upon his cock before. But… something was still muted. Maybe less muted because of the nature of this universe, but muted nonetheless.
It was like Natasha had been stuck, kept below a perpetual five, never able to go beyond that middle of the road in terms of pleasure. She could experience pleasure, but pleasure could not TRULY overwhelm her. Probably a good trait for a super spy seductress such as herself to have.
… He may have changed that when he’d made sure she wasn’t sterile anymore, Peter notes. As they reach the bedroom, Natasha’s eyes are crossed and her mouth is forming this cute o as she moans throatily for him. As they reach the bed, all Peter can really think to do is lay her back on it, even as he’s forced to go with her due to her arms still being wrapped around his neck.
Her legs in turn wrap around his waist as well, even as he pounds her into the bed. Returning to her tits, Peter swirls his tongue around one nipple and then the other, trying to imagine them burgeoning with breastmilk if he truly can make all of Natasha’s dreams come true.
One thing is for sure, Peter isn’t slowing down. If anything, he’s speeding up… and Natasha is responding beautifully to that at the same exact time. Her body is incredibly active, even beneath him. Her nipples are rock hard, and her tongue is beginning to loll out of her mouth. The gorgeous femme fatale is rapidly reaching her wit’s end thanks to Peter inadvertently destroying her defenses.
He doesn’t doubt that Natasha will… relearn all of her skills as a seductress in no time at all. She’s not the kind of woman to abide by weakness, especially not in herself. But in this moment, in this singularly glorious moment, Natasha Romanoff is truly laid bare. Reduced to her purest form, the red-haired woman can do nothing but take it… specifically, his cock as it pounds into her, as he plows her silly, as he fucks her into the bed with nonstop pistoning motions.
And Peter… Peter too rapidly reaches the end of his rope with how wet and tight Natasha is, his previous load in her womb and cunt only providing additional lubrication, allowing him to fuck her even harder, even faster. It’s not long, though also it ends up feeling like an eternity, before Peter tips over the edge himself.
By the time he does so, by the time he cums deep inside of Natasha Romanoff’s fertile womb for a second time… Natasha herself is out of it, her eyes rolling back in her head, her tongue lolling out of her mouth. He’s done his job, Peter figures… and he’s done it well.
Pulling out of her as her loosened limbs finally release their hold on him, Peter flops over onto his back with a grunt, resting on the bed next to the gorgeous femme fatale. He’d outdone Natasha Romanoff in a sexual act. He’d outlasted THE Black Widow… in a fuck fest of epic proportions. It was a little embarrassing, but Peter had rarely felt more accomplished than in this moment. He was… undeniably proud of himself and-
Natasha suddenly leans over and rests her head on his chest, making Peter blink as he looks down into her eyes to see that the super spy has, despite her newly healed body, already recovered from the intense, overwhelming sensations he’d fucked her through. Smiling up at him tiredly but FAR from down from the count, Natasha chuckles throatily.
“That was… very good, Peter.”
Peter blushes a little bit, before ultimately deciding to take the praise in the spirit it was given. Even if her words DID make him feel like he was still the student, and she the teacher. But in the end… it was fine. He’d deal with any amount of condescension that Natasha wanted to throw his way if it meant they got to fuck like that again. She was a unique woman in a world, nay a universe that was literally filled with beauty and… well, depravity.
“… I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. I hope one day, even if it’s not with me, you can get what you want.”
Natasha’s tired smile freezes a little bit at that, and she averts her eyes at the reminder that he MIGHT have gotten her pregnant. Yes, Peter could have used the power of the stones to make sure of it, like he believed he had with Emma Frost… but no, he wouldn’t consciously do that here and now. He was fine with leaving such things up to fate. Whether Natasha got pregnant or not… well, they would see.
In the meantime, Natasha recovers herself rapidly enough, humming in the back of her throat for a moment before speaking again.
“I must admit, all my life I have longed for… family. The Red Room made it impossible for me to have children of my own. And for the longest time, I believed that was probably for the best. After all, my own home life was… hm, not the best. I and my-!”
Natasha’s eyes suddenly widen, and she bolts up in the bed, looking incredibly embarrassed and surprised in herself.
“Yelena! How could I forget Yelena?!”
Sitting up as well, Peter furrows his brow in confusion.
“Who’s Yelena, Nat? But also, don’t beat yourself up too badly. You did JUST come back from the dead.”
Scowling, not at him but at the open air and likely herself, Natasha shakes her head.
“Yelena is my sister. And it matters little how long I’ve been back… she probably thinks me dead. I can’t believe I didn’t get in touch with her immediately.”
After a beat, Peter watches in real time as Natasha compartmentalizes her own self-loathing and goes from happy and satiated and pleasured to all-business in a moment. Its kind of sexy, given her catsuit is still completely open in the front, showing off her breasts and her abs and her leaking cunt while she suddenly looks so determined and resolved.
But it’s also probably not all that healthy for her to be pushing down those negative feelings towards herself and not addressing them properly in real time. Peter opens his mouth to say as much, but before he can, Natasha looks to the ceiling.
“Friday?”
“Yes, Ms. Romanoff?”
Peter blushes lightly and snaps his mouth shut. While it really shouldn’t have surprised him that Friday was watching all of that, especially given his relationship with the AI, he was a little surprised that Natasha had assumed and also didn’t care that the AI was engaging in such voyeurism. But she truly doesn’t seem to, as she gets off the bed and pulls up the zipper on her catsuit.
“What is the current location of Yelena Belova? I’ll probably need a plane, does Toni have any on hand?”
“Ms. Belova is currently here in New York City, Ms. Romanoff.”
That gets Natasha’s attention. For a moment, the red head even looks a little panicked at the thought of having less time to figure out what she was going to say to her sister.
“Really?”
“Yes. Currently, Ms. Belova is dating the vigilante known as Hawkeye here in the city.”
Silence falls as both Peter and Natasha have to process that statement. Hawkeye was dating Natasha’s sister? Clint Barton? What the fuck?
“Excuse me?”
Friday sounds calm and robotic as ever as she responds, but Peter… Peter can’t help feeling like he detects a hint of glee in the AI’s voice.
“Oh yes. They have been a couple since certain events on Christmas of this year.”
“… I need an earpiece and directions to their current location, Fri. Now, please.”
“Of course, Ms. Romanoff. Mr. Parker, will you be joining Ms. Romanoff on this mission? And will you be doing so as yourself, or as Spider-Man?”
Peter blinks and looks to Nat… who just looks back at him expectantly. He realizes after a moment that she’s leaving it in his hands. The decision is his to make here. Did he go with her? Or did he leave this family drama for her to deal with? And what was that about Friday asking if he was going as Peter or Spider-Man anyways? Just what was going on here?
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Hm, I wonder who came up with this idea ;) Now, will they find the 2 girlfriends mid-coitus, just chilling with some Netflix or taking down some mafia goons? https://wimg.rule34.xxx//images/5127/3e5239606b1cd2c9619b387333ffb149.jpeg
