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Peter Parker's New Groove Ch 26 (Marvel)
🕑 Added 2022-01-16 16:51:45 +0000 UTCA/N: Almost done with the Party Arc I should think. Just a chapter or two more~
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After a moment of thought, Peter looks directly into the room’s hidden camera, fully trusting that Friday, who had to be watching all of this, would make sure he would be looking directly into Shuri’s eyes. Giving a knowing, cocky, carefree grin, Peter lifts a single eyebrow.
“Care to join us, Princess?”
There’s a beat of silence, before two things happen at once. One, Jean flushes and then smiles and begins to speak, and two, a certain AI finally breaks her own silence.
“She’s co-!”
“Princess Shuri is on her way, Peter.”
The shock on Jean Grey’s face is absolutely adorable. It would seem that whatever form Friday’s thoughts take, is something that the incredibly powerful young psychic can’t read. Jolting back, Jean stares up at the ceiling in fright for a moment, making Peter chuckle as he shakes his head.
“Its just Friday, Toni’s AI. Nothing to worry about.”
“I would argue I’m more your AI than anyone’s at this point, Peter. And I think my creator would agree with me. It’s a pleasure to meet you three.”
Susan is still in no position to respond beyond a tired thumbs up to show that she’s at least conscious again. Carol, meanwhile, is still on her knees, quivering as she wrestles with Peter’s complete and utter neglect of her, the continuation of her denial play clearly doing a LOT for her even now. Meanwhile, Jean blushes prettily and then offers a hesitant smile.
“P-Please to meet you too, Miss Friday…”
It’s at that moment, as introductions are finished, that the door to the bedroom bursts open once more and Princess Shuri of Wakanda stumbles inside just like Jean did. Unlike Jean, Shuri immediately recomposes herself, wasting not even a second in closing the door behind her and straightening up to her full height, her chin jutting out as the African woman strides forward, even going so far as to place her hands on her hips as she saunters over to them.
Dressed in a figure-defining sleeveless white dress with a mesh top that shows off parts of her chocolate chest and cleavage while at the same time going all the way up her neck, Shuri certainly looks good, Peter has to admit. With her hair done up in a Wakandan style, she looks ready for a fight… or perhaps, for a bout of healthy, hardcore sex?
Indeed, the latter seems far more likely, because as the Wakandan Princess strides forward, she reaches up and runs a finger down the side of her dress. The clothing parts as if she’s pulling a zipper, and her other hand comes up to pull the dress off of her in one smooth motion, exposing her beautiful dark-skinned body in its entirety.
Peter is… honestly unsurprised that she’s wearing no undergarments. Either she took them off and tucked them away somewhere earlier, or she was never wearing neither panties nor a bra. To be fair, Shuri is lithe-figured and athletic in the extreme. While she does HAVE breasts, they’re by far the smallest in the room.
Still, the lack of panties as well has his eyes drawing down to her glistening wet pussy, and he’s reminded by what Jean whispered to him… that Shuri had been masturbating to them for as long as they’d been going at it.
Smirking with that knowledge forefront in his mind, Peter steps forward to greet the Wakandan Princess, his thick, rock hard cock pointing directly at her, ready for more.
“So nice of you to finally join us, Princess.”
Embarrassed, Shuri nevertheless keeps her head held high as her nostrils flare ever so slightly.
“Hm, I suppose if these three can’t handle you, it falls to me to do so, Peter Parker.”
Peter grins, only to have Jean’s breath ghosting across his neck, her words in his ear.
“You’re bigger than she expected. She’s trying to hide it behind bravado, but she’s-!”
“Hey! Get out of my head! I didn’t give you permission to be in there, and unlike the blonde, I don’t get off on that sort of thing!”
Jean jolts back as if struck, her eyes widening in horror as she realizes she’s gotten caught up in the moment and overstepped. Immediately, the red head starts to try and apologize.
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t-!”
“Whatever. Just stay out of this.”
And with that, the Princess of Wakanda finishes closing the distance between them, hooks one arm around Peter’s neck, and pulls him down into a deep, aggressive kiss. Jean might have been right that Shuri was surprised by his cock size and trying to hide her nervousness behind bravado, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to try to fake it until she made it.
After a moment of them kissing, the Princess even goes a step further, lifting one leg up his side for Peter to hook HIS arm under. Their naked bodies are suddenly flush against one another, intimately pressed into each other, his cock trapped between their abs and rubbing against Shuri’s slit as she grinds into him while gasping into his mouth.
When they finally have to pull apart for air, Peter lifts an eyebrow.
“Princess…”
But the Wakandan girl has no interest in talking. She silences him with another kiss, and at the same time wraps her other arm around his neck too, and proceeds to climb him like a fucking tree. Peter grunts as he catches himself before he can fall over, his hands coming up to grab onto Shuri’s ass and support it as the gorgeous African Princess literally clings to him, her arms around his neck and draped over his shoulders, and her legs working their way around his waist.
Still, his cock isn’t inside of her. But it won’t remain that way for long. The next time they break apart for air, Shuri doesn’t hesitate to give Peter his marching orders.
“No talking. Just fuck me.”
If that’s what she wants… he can do that. Gripping harder at her chocolate ass cheeks, Peter yanks Shuri up into the air, the lithe, athletic young woman yelping as she feels his bulbous cockhead press against her slit a moment before he drops her down onto his member right then and there. The Wakandan Princess squeals, shuddering as her inner walls clench down around his cock. She doesn’t cum right off the bat, but it’s a near thing and very clear to him that her earlier masturbation session got her primed and ready for this moment.
As he bounces Shuri up and down on his cock, setting himself like a tree and not moving an inch while fucking up into the toned young woman, Peter is not unaware of what else is happening in the room around him. Jean has recovered from her mortification over her momentary lapse in judgment and has retreated to what she knows best at this point… the plain and simple truth of Carol Danvers, the cosmically powered superheroine’s huge masochism and submissive streak a mile long.
The red head is over by the bed, forcing Carol to eat Peter’s creampie out of her freshly fucked cunt as she bites her lower lip and watches him lay claim to a Princess. Meanwhile, Susan has finally gotten out of her somewhat humiliating face down position, turning over and watching them as well. In fact, the red head and blonde are laid out on the bed with a convenient opening between them…
Looking into Shuri’s eyes, seeing the way they’re now clouded with lust and hazed over with arousal as the gorgeous young Princess pants and mewls and bounces on his cock, Peter grins.
“What do you say to us spicing things up a little bit and including the others?”
He’s fully okay with her saying no, even if it IS a little selfish for her to hog his attention. But then, she’s a Princess. They’re supposed to be spoiled, right? That’s not what happens though. Shuri takes a moment to collect herself and speak, but finally, through panting, clenched teeth, she manages a nod.
“I-If… if we m-must…”
Peter just smiles and turns towards the bed, before taking a step. The look on Shuri’s face is one of surprised euphoria as the motion causes her to jolt on his member, his cock punching deeper inside of her for sure. And then he takes another step, and another. On the third, Shuri loses whatever battle she was fighting to try to avoid cumming too soon, and proceeds to climax messily all over his cock. Her shrieking fills the air, only for Peter to silence her with a kiss of his own. This time, he dominates her mouth… and she lets him, moaning into his mouth in turn, her tongue submitting to his tongue.
Pulling back after a brief second, he shifts her in his arms, getting a better grip on her as he continues the slow, ponderous walk-fuck over to the bed. This in turn puts Shuri’s small chocolate tits right in front of Peter’s face, even as he continues to fuck up into her clenching quim. Grinning, the webslinger leans forward and captures one of her breasts in his mouth, his tongue lashing at her cute little nipple as the African Princess gasps in shock at his audacious behavior, shivering from the sensations he’s invoking.
“Y-You truly are insatiable, P-Peter Parker…”
When he pulls away from her breast, he just shrugs, having long accepted how crazy his life had become.
“I am who I am.”
They reach the bed a moment later, before Shuri can respond, and with very little ceremony, Peter drops the Wakandan Princess down onto the bed between Jean Grey and Susan Storm. Blinking as she suddenly finds herself in the middle of a reverse oreo sandwich, with the two white women Peter has already fucked a load into on either side of her.
They both lean in, with Jean still grinding Carol’s face down into her quim as she looks at Shuri apologetically.
“Sorry about before, I’m usually better than that. I just… j-just got caught up in the moment.”
Susan, meanwhile, just reaches out and casually gropes one of Shuri’s tits, smirking easily.
“Its so very easy to get caught up in things when Peter is involved, isn’t it? Some of us might choose to read each other’s minds… some of us might choose to peep on the others in a bathroom for over an hour before joining the fun.”
Shuri’s eyes widen at that, and whether she might have been about to read Jean the third degree or not, Sue’s reminder that she herself was engaging in a massive breach of privacy first and foremost does quell her anger quite a bit. Glancing between the two other women, Shuri finally nods.
“I forgive you…”
Jean squeals with glee, though that might have just been Carol bringing her to climax with her tongue. Meanwhile, Sue suddenly leans forward and captures one of Shuri’s tits in her mouth, causing the dark-skinned Princess to gasp and moan as she’s suddenly assaulted from two different angles, both Peter’s cock penetrating deep into her cunt, and Susan’s mouth on her chest.
Seeing this, and seeing how Shuri ISN’T trying to stop the blonde or tell her off, Jean lunges over and latches onto the other nipple with her mouth. Together, the two women Peter has already creampied begin to service Shuri’s body, causing the Wakandan Princess to shudder in delight, her toned, athletic form rippling and shivering beneath their mouths, tongues, and questing hands.
Meanwhile, her pussy, already incredibly tight and well-muscled, clenches down around Peter’s cock rhythmically, and as he thrusts in and out of her, as he fucks her hard and fast now that she’s laid back on the bed and he’s no longer having to concentrate on not falling over, Peter has to admit… she’s got the tightest cunt of the night.
To be fair, he hasn’t gotten around to Carol yet, but somehow Peter still expects Shuri will win. Susan and Jean are… well, they’re superheroines too, he supposes, but neither of them are particularly athletic. Sue was a scientist, Jean was a psychic mutant. Both of them were soft in body, with pillowy curves over hard edges and abs.
But Shuri had that tight runner’s body going on, and Peter was greatly enjoying fucking her into the bed, watching her eyes roll up in her head with pleasure, watching as Sue moved from her chest to her mouth and began to kiss the younger woman deeply, filling her mouth with her tongue.
Its clear that Shuri wasn’t expecting a three-pronged assault. Whether the Princess from Wakanda had thought she could handle him alone or not was a moot point, because it seemed she was being tag-teamed, and ultimately, there was no way she could keep her composure now. Squealing against Sue’s tongue, thrusting her chest up into Jean’s mouth, and bucking her hips into his pistoning prick to the best of her ability, Shuri does her best to give as good as she gets… but her best isn’t quite good enough.
By the time Peter is about to finish, Shuri is insensate. He pulls out of course, given she can’t tell him where she wants it. So he errs on the side of caution, and grabs the closest cum rag… one Carol Danvers. Jean squawks as he tears the kneeling blonde away from her pussy, but Carol herself offers up no protest and no resistance as he proceeds to cum all over her face right then and there.
In fact, she accepts it like she was born to be his cum rag, like she’s found her true purpose. Moaning, her tongue lolling out to lick up his seed and her hands coming up to massage his cum into her tits, Carol shudders with delight as she looks up at him eagerly. Ah, yes. Now that he’s done with Shuri, it IS Ms. Danvers turn, isn’t it?
He’s finally going to get around to fucking the great Captain Marvel. He’s plowed through all three of the others Toni has arranged for him, and all that’s left is the fourth and final… right?
Hm, or was it really that simple. Did Peter not have yet another choice in front of him? The ultimate denial play… would be to STILL not fuck Carol, he supposed. She’d almost certainly get off on that, on knowing she was the only one of the four he didn’t touch. Instead, she would be his fluffer before he went right back to the others.
Alternatively, there was a middle ground. He could take her anally and only anally. Fuck her ass, turn her into his butt-fuck toy, and not touch her cunt for the time being. Hm, there was some appeal to the idea, to be sure. He still got to fuck her, but she didn’t get it where she probably really wanted it, further satisfying her neglect fetish.
Or, finally, he could just fuck her properly. Pound her pussy into the shape of his cock just like he had the others. Perhaps the Denial Play has gone on long enough. Perhaps it’s fine to just end that and give Carol a good hard dicking that she’d love just as much if not more than being denied it.
Hm, decisions, decisions…
Comments
micheal Anderson
I love it
Shikaze
Seriously, Carol is giving just so many Darkness vibe here (Konosuba Darkness, I mean)
