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Breaking Point Ch. 8 (Marvel)
🕑 Added 2020-08-14 18:25:49 +0000 UTCPoll Winner
Themes: Rough Sex, Dom/Sub, Breeding
Summary: Part 8 of Breaking Point. In which Rogue finds out that Symbiote!Peter can touch her. And if he can touch her, he can fuck her. Peter has enough pregnant women to worry about, but Rogue is so damn desperate and vulnerable as she begs him on her hands and knees to take her and make her his. How is a man melded with an alien supposed to say no, right?
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With the help of the symbiote, Peter senses her long before he sees her. Luckily, she doesn’t enter his senses until he’s well away from the lair where the others are currently shacked up. Currently out on a supply run, Peter grumbles to himself, because he really doesn’t have time to deal with this… nor any inclination to expand his stable any further at this point. Gwenom had been… spur of the moment at best. He really wasn’t looking for anything more than he already had.
After the losses he’d taken in life, after MJ’s death, Peter had been in a very bad place. The symbiote had come back to him in his time of need, and together they’d found a road to recovery. But now he had a family again, a family he needed to provide for and care for, a family that was relying on him. Which meant he couldn’t go around playing hero anymore… or perhaps as the case was these days, villain.
Still, he can tell she’s already homed in on his location, so Peter doesn’t bother trying to hide. The symbiote doesn’t want him to either. They’re of the same mind on that front… it’s better to confront problems like this head on, rather than turning and getting stabbed in the back. Moving over to the nearest nondescript rooftop, Peter waits… and sure enough, a familiar beauty in a green and yellow costume alights on the rooftop a moment later, flying down with the power set she’d gotten from Ms. Marvel, once upon a time.
“Rogue.”
“… Spider-Man.”
Peter lifts an eyebrow at that and chuckles as he shakes his head.
“No.”
Through the symbiote’s extra senses, he’s watching Rogue’s face even as he shakes his head, his human eyes not currently on her. What he sees is strange. There’s a small amount of disappointment at his rejection of his previous superhero identity, but not in the way he’s expecting. He doesn’t think Rogue is disappointed that he doesn’t consider himself Spider-Man anymore… he thinks she’s disappointed that she guessed wrong on what moniker he might want to be called by.
“… What should I call you, then?”
The follow up question only seemed to reinforce the point. Curiouser and curiouser. Cocking his head to the side, Peter smiles.
“You can call me Peter. That’s my name. The Other Guy still sees himself as Venom, even if he’s back with me.”
The symbiote ripples across his skin. In truth, they’re FAR more interconnected then that at this point. There’s no real way of telling where Peter ends, and Venom begins. It’s more like they’re Peter-Venom then Peter and Venom. But he’s not about to say as much to Rogue. Not about to give away his secrets to a woman who was almost certainly his enemy.
Given that she was currently quiet, fidgeting nervously in front of him, and his family was waiting back home for him to bring back the supplies they needed, Peter lets out a grunt and decides it’s time to push things along.
“I’m not taking you to them. They’re happier with me. Both Ororo and Emma have found true happiness by MY side. If you’re here to bring me in… then let’s get this over with.”
He might not even kill her, though he had no designs on her body. He had ENOUGH women, seriously, he didn’t NEED anymo-
“N-No! No, I’m… I don’t want to fight.”
… Shit, Peter knew that voice. He knew that face. With the help of the symbiote, he could see ALL of the warning signs, could tell how horny Rogue was in a number of different ways. Blushing profusely, biting her lower lip, Rogue shrugs her shoulders.
“I-In fact, it’s the exact opposite. I… um… I want to…”
Before she can say it, Peter holds up a hand and stops her, shaking his head.
“Just go home Rogue. And for fuck’s sake, spend a few hours with your vibrator or something. I can smell you from here…”
But no, he REALLY doesn’t have time for this, so he turns to leave, only for Rogue to stop him in his tracks. Not with actions, those Peter-Venom would have reacted violently to. But with words that cause him to go still.
“W-Wait! I can help you avoid them! I k-know some of the people trying to hunt you d-down!”
That gets Peter’s attention, admittedly. With a sigh, he turns and regards Rogue again, brow furrowed in consternation.
“Do you now?”
At her nod, he growls pointedly.
“How?”
Wringing her hands in front of her, the buxom mutant licks her juicy, full lips.
“W-Well sugah, i-it’s like this… the X-Men want Storm and Ms. Frost back. But all attempts to find them or you or any of the other women you’ve… who have joined you, have been stymied somehow. Initially, I thought I’d offer to help… but they told me I can’t. Told me I’d be useless against you. Because… b-because apparently the symbiote is immune to my mutation.”
Peter blinks as Rogue goes from nervous and stuttering to righteous indignation and fury like the flick of a switch.
“They knew! They knew for years now from one of their think tanks that I couldn’t drain symbiotes! M-Meaning all this time, I could have… d-done things with Venom and any of his hosts! And n-no one ever even told me!”
… Huh. Alright, that was interesting. Fuck, and now Venom’s curiosity was piqued, and their shared libido was on the rise. With a growl, Peter takes a step towards the female X-man.
“Rogue… what do you want? Spell it out, nice and clearly.”
That’s when the gorgeous femme fatale, with her white streak through her curly brown locks, drops to her hands and knees, prostrating herself before him, pressing her forehead to the ground as she beseeches him for… well, exactly what she wants.
“P-Please… please take me. Claim me, use me, breed me… I want to be one of your women, Peter! I want you and Venom to fuck me and break me! Make me into one of your toys and fill me to the brim with your seed! I wanna be a mama, sugah, and I’m willing to give everything else up to get it!”
Well fuck, what was Peter supposed to say to a pleading like that? Also, he hated to admit it, but Rogue’s southern drawl was really doing something for him, something that none of his other women had quite managed. Though, each was special in their own way… just like Rogue would be. With another growl, Peter lashes out, the symbiote acting like tentacles as it also manifests itself across his entire body.
Within moments, Rogue is yanked up into the air and divested of her costume. She yelps and squeaks and mewls rather cutely as she’s stripped bare by the symbiote, her gorgeous hourglass figure bouncing and jiggling in all the right ways. She’s pretty muscular, but not in a way that detracts from her feminine beauty. While yes, Rogue does have a six pack, she also has a nice pair of breasts, wide hips perfect for birthing, and a gorgeous ass that Peter whips her around in midair just to get a good look at.
She’s gorgeous, and if he were still on the hunt for brides, Rogue would certainly make the cut… and given the fact that the symbiote was touching her bare skin all over right now and not actually suffering any ill effects, whoever ‘they’ were had been right. Rogue couldn’t use her mutation on the alien symbiotes.
That didn’t mean she was powerless… but she doesn’t fight him as Venom pulls her back towards his crotch. Instead, the beautiful mutant moans wantonly, wiggling and writhing her body right up until she freezes at the feeling of his big, fat, pitch-black alien cock pressing against her cunt lips. With a growl, Venom leans forward and lets his long, inhuman tongue trace out, swiping over Rogue’s neck and face and ear.
“Let’s make one thing clear before we get started, Rogue. I’ll fuck you. I’ll knock you up. But if you think this makes you part of the family, you’re mistaken. You’ve gotta prove yourself to me still. This could all still be a trap. You could be a Trojan Horse. I’m not about to let you or anyone else endanger my women or my children. Understood?”
“Y-Yes… yes sir!”
Fuck, hearing her call him ‘sir’ in that southern accent is amazing, he can’t deny it. With a growl, he thrusts forward, burying the first few inches of his cock inside of her cunt. At the same time, tendrils are sliding all over her body, the Symbiote moving to all of the important places as he growls aggressively.
“Good… then you won’t mind that I need to do a full cavity search.”
Not that it would really mean much, at this point. He feels like Rogue is telling the truth, as she knows it. It’s possible someone is using her as a patsy still, which is why he won’t take her back home with him right now, no matter what. But as far as tracking devices are concerned, he doesn’t actually expect to find any down her gullet or up her ass or cunt.
… Doesn’t stop him from penetrating all three at the same time. Rogue chokes and gags and gurgles as he shoves a pitch black alien tendril down her throat, causing her neck to bulge obscenely from the passage. At the same time, another tentacle goes up her ass, with Peter and Venom both grinning as one as he shoves their enhanced cock further up Rogue’s cunt.
For the touch-starved, overly eager, submissive southern belle… it’s far too much. Rogue’s squeals are muffled because of the obstruction in her throat, but that doesn’t mean they’re any less present. She squeals and shrieks and screams around his tentacle as she cums her brains out on his pitch black dick. Her body bucks and spasms like crazy in his grasp, never truly breaking free, but that’s okay because Rogue doesn’t want to break free. She came to him, she wanted this, she BEGGED for it.
… So, Peter gives it to her. He fucks the female mutant in every orifice, and if perhaps he does a little exploring while he’s going, well, Rogue certainly doesn’t seem to mind, with her eyes rolled back in her head and her tongue hanging out underneath his fat tentacle. Her jaw is stretched nice and wide, her body is a bit stretched in all directions, but she’s still the beautiful white and brown haired dame that he started with.
And it seems, as he expected, there’s no trace of a tracking device or technology of any kind anywhere inside of her. He knows, because the tentacle invading her throat and the one invading her ass actually meet in the middle, something Rogue only survives because Venom provides her with the same reinforcement that he gave to his other women. She’ll need it to survive the pregnancy as well, after all.
Once he’s made sure she’s ‘clean’ for lack of a better word, as well as fucked her through so many orgasms that she’s circled right back around to dirty, Venom stops holding back. With a lustful, victorious roar to the night sky, he begins to fuck Rogue’s cunt even harder, only to let loose a few moments later. His seed, a mixture of human and symbiote essence, fills Rogue’s womb, even as the tentacle in her gullet fills her stomach.
The gorgeous woman’s six pack disappears from the strain as she steadily bloats up more and more, until Rogue looks several months pregnant. Only then does he stop, only then does he finish up and pull out of her. By the time he does so, the touch-starved mutant is in no state of mind to hold herself up anymore.
Collapsing to her knees on the rooftop before him, Rogue teeters this way and that, only the weight in her distended stomach anchoring her and keeping her from falling flat on her face. Reaching out, he grabs a fistful of her curls and pulls her head close, rubbing his messy cock into her lips. Moaning, the delirious mutant doesn’t even have to be told what to do. Her tongue traces out, and she begins cleaning up the mess as best she can, her glazed eyes staring up at him all the while.
“This is a good start, bitch, but you’re going to have to do more than just this to prove that you’re safe to bring home to the others. You said you knew some people who were trying and failing to find me?”
Rogue slowly nods, once his words process for her.
“… Then you’re going to help me with them.”
Slowly, he pushes his cockhead into her mouth and past her lips, even as he uses the hold on her hair to tilt her head back and forth her to maintain eye contact with him. As he begins to face fuck Rogue right there on the rooftop after impregnating her with his spawn, Peter and Venom are in full agreement on what to do next, a wide, wicked, Cheshire grin spreading across their shared face.
“Here’s what you’re going to do for me, Rogue…”
She listens, because of course she does. And he explains just how she’s going to prove once and for all that this is on the up and up and she’s not trying to trick him. Perhaps he hadn’t intended to pick up another woman on tonight’s supply run… but maybe this was exactly what he didn’t even know he needed. Rogue was going to be his gal on the inside, she was going to help him keep his family safe.
Because at the end of the day, that was all that mattered to Peter at this point. He wasn’t going to let anything happen to those close to him, not ever again.
