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Caught in His Web (Marvel)
🕑 Added 2021-08-14 14:52:14 +0000 UTCPoll Winner
Themes: Defeat Roleplay, Dom/Sub, Monster Sex
Summary: Based on this gif. After the events of Into the Spider-Verse, Gwen has to go back to her own universe. As fun as it was to team up with some of her contemporaries, she's once again all alone, her Peter Parker dead and buried and Gwen as the only webcrawler in New York. That can weigh on a girl... and worse still, Gwen has a secret that a nemesis of hers knows full well. When the stakes are low and it's only her body on the line, she just LOVES to take a dive.
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It’d been nice, getting to know Miles and the others. Getting to see an older, washed-up Peter Parker who hadn’t become the Lizard redeem himself as Spider-Man. It’d all been so very… nice. But at the end of the day, Gwen knew better than to expect it to last forever. She knew better than to think it could go on for long.
And indeed, it was all behind her now. She was back in her home dimension and so was everyone else. The pathways were closed, as well they should be in order to make things safe and stable again. Interdimensional Travel was bad juju and could result in the destruction of entire worlds if people weren’t careful.
Still, she couldn’t deny that it was… lonely. It’d always been lonely, to be fair. Back when she’d first been bitten by that radioactive spider and become known as Spider-Woman, Gwendolyn Stacey hadn’t thought much of it at the time. She’d used her newfound spider-like abilities to stop crime, while in her civilian identity she’d joined a band and hung out with her best friend, Peter Parker.
At one point, she’d even managed to save her father from certain death. However, she hadn’t been able to save Peter. Instead, her Peter had become the Lizard, and Gwen… Gwen had been forced to defeat him. He’d died, and she’d learned a valuable lesson about friends that day. Namely, that they were always risky.
It was better to distance herself from other people to avoid distractions. It was better for her to dedicate her life to protecting others, no matter what. And now that the Spider-Verse debacle was over and Gwen was back home, it was time for her to get back to work. That was why she was up here on this roof, perched on the corner like a gargoyle, eyes darting to and fro, and ears perked up. She was on the lookout for crimes in progress, on the lookout for trouble. She was-
Her spider-sense suddenly flares and Gwen spins around just in time to take a punch in the gut. Choking on her own spit, the superheroine doubles over the massive black fist, before finding herself raised up in the air and tossed aside like so much trash. Skidding across the rooftop, she eventually finds her footing and manages to get into a crouch, whipping her head around… and freezing up when she finally realizes who she’s face to face with.
“Hello again, spidey. Been a while, hasn’t it?”
Swallowing thickly, Gwen very cautiously keeps the half-man, half-alien known as Venom in her line of sight as she quivers under his monstrous gaze.
“E-Eddie… s-sorry, was out of town. Miss me?”
Her attempt at one of her usual sassy quips is weak and they both know it. But Venom doesn’t comment on that, instead he snarls and leans forward, all aggression and anger.
“We are VENOM! You would do well to remember that, Gwendolyn Stacey.”
Stiffening up, Gwen nods jerkily.
“R-Right, sorry… Venom…”
After a moment, the hulking symbiote-covered man relaxes a bit and inclines his head in gratitude.
“Spider-Woman.”
They both knew everything there was to know about each other, mostly because at one point, the symbiote covering Eddie Brock had been covering her instead. It’d been during a dark period, and she still felt guilty about how the eventual separation of her and the symbiote had led to Eddie being taken instead. Venom, as he called himself, was another example of her failure to save everyone.
He was also one of the few baddies who knew her real identity. And while Gwen knew who he was in turn, that didn’t really help when Eddie Brock was a disgraced journalist with no loved ones to speak of. No, rather, he held all the power in their… twisted relationship, and he knew it too.
Lunging forward, Venom tries to grab her, but this time Gwen is able to dodge out of the way… at first, anyways. She darts around the rooftop, bouncing this way and that and moving her very flexible, very supple body to avoid his strikes and his clawed black hands. But… she doesn’t actually LEAVE the rooftop. She could easily swing away, and while he could follow, she’d certainly have a decent chance of escaping him.
Instead, Gwen stays right where she is, and as big as Venom is… he’s just as fast. In the end, she can’t avoid him in such a small space forever, and it’s not long before he’s slamming her against the brickwork of the rooftop’s access, pinning her in place with his hands around her wrists, lifting her own hands above her head.
“I DID miss you, spidey. You and these little games we play.”
Shivering, shaking even, Gwen stiffens as Venom lolls out his tongue, arching her back when he runs the long, fleshy, prehensile appendage down across her front. Before she can clamp down on the urge, a small unconscious moan escapes her lips. It’s quiet, but Venom has super-hearing and definitely picks up on it, even with her mask in the way.
“Heh, and I can see you missed me too, spidey.”
“N-No… I… I…”
But she can’t really deny it, and they both know it. Fuck, she was such a mess. All the way back to the first time it happened, Gwen had never been particularly… unwilling. Sure, she’d been reluctant when Venom first suggested the arrangement, but at this point… deep down inside, she could admit the truth. She needed this just as much as him.
That didn’t mean she was going to say so out loud though. Instead, she turns her head and averts her gaze as Venom’s tongue continues to worm its way down her front. She doesn’t fight him, not even as he slides that same tongue up to her face, flicking her hood back and sliding her mask up inch by inch. She squirms a little, trembling in his grasp, but ultimately when his tongue presses into her lips, Gwen’s mouth opens, accepting it without complaint or protest.
“Mmm!”
As the tip of Venom’s thick, drooling tongue pushes into her mouth like some fleshy tentacle out of a hentai or something, Venom himself just chuckles.
“You love it, Gwen. You fucking love it.”
She would have protested his use of her name if her mouth wasn’t occupied, but as it was, Gwen was helpless to do anything at this moment. Or at least, that was how she presented herself. There were a dozen ways she could have gotten free, a dozen ways that she could have kept things from ever escalating to this point in the first place.
But she hadn’t, for one simple reason… he was right. She loved it. She wanted it. She wanted HIM. The superheroine couldn’t have friends because friends died. She couldn’t grow too attached to anyone, because they might suffer for their associated with her. But Eddie and the symbiote? They were about as no-strings attached as things could get. No one was going to go after Venom to get to her, as far as they were all concerned, she and he were enemies.
It was better this way.
Allowing a few black tendrils to grow off of his hulking back, Venom sends them forward and has them take the place of his hands, wrapping them around her wrists tightly and keeping her pinned against the wall as his hands begin to wander down her body. Gwen’s breath hitches even as she moans around the thick tongue in her mouth, her eyes fluttering under her half-raised mask. She bucks her hips as his hand gets to her crotch, her wetness not quite noticeable through the suit, but nevertheless growing by the moment.
She’s super fucking turned on at this point, and there’s no denying it… but as far as Venom is concerned, she might as well be dry, her super suit doing a good job of containing things. As well…
“Hmph, thought I told you to fucking install a zipper, bitch. It’s almost like you want me to ruin your fucking costume every time we do this.”
Gwen is thankful that her mask is still mostly in place and covering her cheeks, because she definitely blushes at that. And when he grips the crotch of her costume a moment later and tears it away, exposing her to both his gaze and the elements of Nighttime New York, Gwen can’t help but cry out in a rather ugly fashion around the tongue still plundering her mouth.
G-God she was such a… such a slut. A horny, needy fucking slut. Venom’s black claws fiddle with her slit and she whimpers and moans, before they slide up inside of her.
“So fucking wet. Always so fucking wet.”
And she was. She was sopping by this point. She’d been growing wetter and wetter since he’d first engaged her. Even when his fist had been buried in her gut, Gwen had started growing moist. She’d known, instinctively, who it was, even if it’d taken her a moment longer for her conscious mind to catch up to that fact.
And now here she was, getting fingered and tongue-fucked by Venom on some nondescript rooftop. And she was loving every last moment of it. Moaning up a storm, bucking her hips into his hand, Gwen can do nothing but take it like the defeated little superheroine bitch she is.
Of course, it’s not long before Venom decides he wants to move onto the main event. Spinning them both around, he throws her onto the rooftop floor almost contemptuously. A moment later, he’s on top of her even as she instinctively raises her hips into the air, to meet him. The tendrils around her wrists remain as he pins her in place, his massive alien cock hot-dogging her exposed ass cheeks for a moment before slowly drawing back until it’s pressed against her slit.
“You ready, bitch. Ah, who am I kidding, ‘course you are.”
And then he’s inside of her. No ceremony, no more foreplay. His cock buries itself in her cunt and Gwen goes cross-eyed as a squeal leaves her lips.
“Nnngh!!!”
Venom, not content with just defiling her, goes a step further as he leans over her. His massive, hulking form almost completely covers her young, nubile body as he pounds into her in the downward doggy position. It’s the only reason Gwen is remotely okay with him removing her mask a second later, exposing her blushing, flushing face so he can lick her with his huge tongue as her blue eyes continue to go crossed with every thrust, he makes inside of her.
At least, that’s what she tells herself. In truth, she’s okay with it because she doesn’t care if anyone finds out who she is. Not right now. She’s kind of not in her right mind at the moment, too busy cumming her brains out around Venom’s massive fat cock to care much about anything but the pleasure.
Something else she told herself was that she only did this because it was better this way. That she only submitted to Venom’s predilections because otherwise, he would be out there hurting people. Every night she spent as his helpless slutty little plaything was a night that Venom wasn’t robbing a store or taking bites out of people who’d pissed him off.
That was what she told herself anyways, but it wasn’t the truth and deep down inside, Gwen knew it. She knew that the fact was, she wanted this, all of this, so badly that it hurt. She was a broken mess of a young woman and being… being fucked like this was really the only way she could feel pleasure at this point in time.
I’m sorry, Miles… but we never would have worked out.
The boy was just too good of a guy, too kind of a person. Gwen didn’t need friends… she needed someone to put her in her place, a monster like Venom to overpower her, defeat her, and fuck her silly. As evidenced by her wanton moans filling the night sky while he pounds into her pussy from above her again and again. His entire cock sinks into her depths, forcing her ass and legs downwards before pulling back and yanking her upwards again.
No matter how strong she is, he’s stronger. Her insides are stretched out in such a satisfying manner around his massive schlong that Gwen can’t help but cum her brains out as Venom continues to make use of her tight body for his own pleasure. He hasn’t said anything in some time, but he’s very clearly enjoying himself as he fucks her into the rooftop with all his might, plowing her silly.
Until finally…
“Here it comes, bitch. The grand fucking finale.”
Whimpering, Gwen puts up a token amount of resistance here, shaking her head even as her cheek rubs against the rooftop beneath her.
“N-No… n-not inside. We don’t… w-we don’t know how our b-biology will interact.”
“Heh, that’s what you always say. Good to have you back, Spider-Slut.”
And then he cums inside of her, disregarding her fears just like he always does. And Gwen lets him, because while she might have been concerned the first time, they did this, nothing had come of it ultimately. His seed, whether it was symbiote-infused or not, hadn’t birthed any sort of monster alien baby from her womb.
Would it do so one day? Gwen couldn’t know for certain one way or another. In the end, all she can do is take his load deep into her cunt, acting the part of Venom’s bitch as he thoroughly creampies her. Gwen’s eyes roll back in her head entirely and her tongue lolls out of her mouth as her body shakes and spasms, orgasming right alongside him.
Then, Venom is pulling up and away from her, drawing her clenched cunt and hips up into the air with him at first before her slickened pussy finally releases its hold on his cock and she falls back down to earth. Panting heavily, covered in her sweat and his saliva, her costume torn and her face exposed, Gwen nevertheless just lays there, basking in the feel of complete and utter defeat and defilement.
“You’re one kinky bitch, Spider-Woman. Dunno where you went or why you were gone, but I’m glad you’re back. We’ll do this again… very soon.”
And then he’s gone, vanishing into the night as Gwen lets out a shuddering breath before slowly beginning to leverage herself up, getting her mask and flipping back up her hood. There’s nothing she can do about the torn out crotch of her costume until she gets home and can start repairing it. Nothing she can do about the thick globs of semen slowly pulsing out of her well-fucked cunt as well.
But that’s alright. She’s gotten pretty good at moving stealthily in the aftermath of these… encounters with Venom.
And truth be told… she can hardly wait for it to happen again.
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Faury Vincent
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SharpShooter345
God I wish there was more to that gif lol.
