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A Very Marvel Christmas - Marvel
🕑 Added 2018-12-21 19:30:26 +0000 UTCWeekly Poll Winner
Themes: Big Dick, Foursome, Rough Sex
Summary: Peter and Venom have been reunited for a year now, and their relationship has never been closer. To celebrate, the two head to the Christmas Event of the Year, New York's Heroes and Heroines Christmas Party. Things end in a nice, large foursome when Peter ends up attracting the attention of three needy heroines.
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It’s been a long year for one Peter Parker. But that doesn’t necessarily mean it’s been a bad one. Action packed, sure. Never a dull moment, absolutely. And to be fair, he and Mary-Jane HAD split up. But… that was alright. MJ needed to be single, and Peter… Peter had other support to fall back on. Lifting a hand, he grins slightly as black inky ooze flickers over his fingers as if sensing his thoughts.
Which to be fair, the symbiote known as Venom very clearly was. They might as well have been one by this point, in both body and mind. The perfect melding between man and symbiote. Rejoining with Venom and finding himself again had undoubtedly been the one thing that got him through this year, since MJ left him.
And now here he was, preparing to celebrate at one of the biggest parties of the year, New York’s Heroes and Heroines Christmas Party. Now, obviously it wasn’t ALL heroes and heroines. It was a bit of a costume party, in which everyone invited wore the mask and sometimes the entire costume of their favorite hero or heroine. It was a big, massive thing, and while some of the actual crimefighters did show up in their actual costumes, many did not, choosing to spend some time as another hero or heroine, enjoying the night for what it was… a celebration of Christmas, but also a chance to be free with themselves.
Peter, meanwhile, didn’t have a costume at all at the moment. Venom was currently in the form of a very fine suit, and his face was on full display. Probably time to change that though, wasn’t it? With that thought, his classic Spider-Man mask slips out of the collar of the suit jacket he’s wearing and covers his face. Beneath it, Peter smiles, because even if someone decided to try to pull off his mask as a lark tonight, they’d not find that done so easily. The entire outfit was one being after all, and Venom was… well, very touchy.
Regardless, what he looks like means little at a party like this. All that REALLY matters is his invitation, which Peter has. He hands it to the man as he gets to the front of the line waiting to be let in, and within moments, he’s ushered inside. As ‘Spider-Man’ walks into the building, he’s not surprised that his mask didn’t get much in the way of a reaction. There are at least ten others dressed as webslingers from his current vantage point, interspersed throughout the crowd.
Hell, some are even wearing the entire ensemble, though Peter doesn’t think many manage to pull it off like he does, especially these days. It’s a shame, but-
“Come with me.”
Cut off in the middle of his train of thought, Peter blinks as a big, green hand suddenly closes around his shoulder, and he finds himself being dragged away by She-Hulk herself. And this is definitely the real She-Hulk, complete with green skin that’s most definitely not paint and bulging muscles that leave her at twice his size. At least for now. His melding with Venom has left his size somewhat… more flexible than it was a year ago.
Still, Peter doesn’t fight her. Clearly, she knows who he is, though how she so easily picked him out of the crowd, he can’t begin to guest. Regardless, She-Hulk drags him away from the party before he even has a chance to enjoy it, pulling him into a stairwell, and then up three flights of stairs to the roof. Peter eventually DOES pull out of She-Hulk’s grip, but the look she gives him just tells him he’s confirmed who he is by strength alone if nothing else… and he still follows her all the way to their destination.
As soon as they’re out on the roof, She-Hulk, garbed in a very fine forest green dress that goes perfectly with her complexion, spins around to face him, crossing her arms under her breasts and frowning slightly.
“So… is it true?”
Peter lifts an eyebrow, knowing that his mask would make one of the large white eyes do some approximation of that as well.
“Is what true?”
Growling, She-Hulk raises up a fist.
“Don’t make me test you, Peter.”
Ooh, that sounds like a challenge. He never could resist a good challenge.
“Sounds like fun.”
With a shout, a massive green fist comes barreling towards him at high-speeds. He catches it in a hand that’s far too big for the rest of his body and clawed for that matter. She-Hulk gives an approving nod, and then tries the same thing with her other fist. Peter catches that one too, even as he grows to eye-height with the green-skinned lawyer and then some, towering over her by half a foot by the time he’s done.
Spinning her about like she’s nothing but a soft, needy dame, Peter pulls She-Hulk back against his chest and holds her there. When she goes for a kick to his insole, he shifts, blocking it. That’s when a third ‘hand’, or appendage more like, slips out of Peter’s side and smacks down onto She-Hulk’s firm rump, giving the green giantess a nice spanking that causes her to gasp… and then coo.
She doesn’t keep trying to fight after that, instead moaning and wiggling her hips back against Peter’s crotch.
“Mm, knew it was true. Heard the rumors but had to be sure. You and Venom really are back together though, aren’t you? I like it. I like it a lot. So why don’t you take advantage of this drunk, helpless woman and give me what I want so badly?”
Peter can’t help but snort at that, and he can tell the symbiote feels the same way. Jennifer, She-Hulk’s real name, is in no way drunk right now. She might be SLIGHTLY tipsy at best, and that’s only if she had half the bar to drink. He knows what kind of metabolism he’s dealing with here. Regardless, he’s also not at all opposed to the suggestion. If She-Hulk wants a dicking, he’ll give it to her. And if she wants a symbiote enhanced dicking…
Releasing her wrists, he rakes his claws down, tearing her dress off of her just like that. She-Hulk lets out a gasp as her forest green dress falls to the ground in tatters behind her, but even as she opens her mouth in protest, Peter is bending her over the nearest surface, which just so happens to be an air-conditioning unit.
There’s a crunch as She-Hulk catches herself on the thing, her fingers ending up digging deep into the metal… but hey, no sparking, so it was probably fine. With her bent over the unit and her big, green ass delightfully exposed, Peter and Venom were of one mind on one to do next. From what little remained of the expensive-looking three-piece suit that Venom was pretending to be when they walked in, unfurls their cock. Massive and thick and pitch-black, the head pushes against She-Hulk’s dripping wet pussy lips.
Looking back behind her to take him in, the green giantess gasps and then coos, giving him a smile of encouragement.
“Oh yes, fuck me with that thIIIIIIIIII!!!”
They don’t let her finish the demand, instead skipping right to the fun part. She-Hulk is sturdy, and durable. Which means Peter doesn’t have to worry about breaking her. So, without further ado, he thrusts every last inch of his massive member deep into her cunt, filling She-Hulk to the brim with his symbiote-enhanced cock and in the same instant plowing right past her cervix, into her womb itself.
And then he fucks her, hard and fast, without hesitation, without a single ounce of remorse. This was what she wanted, after all. This was exactly what she asked for. And to be fair, She-Hulk doesn’t ask for mercy. She doesn’t tell him to slow down or stop or get off her. In truth, the green giantess doesn’t say anything at all as Peter and Venom plow her senseless with every last bit of their gigantic dick, ramming into her cunt as it tries and fails to grip down on them, as it tries to hold them in place or push them out or anything.
In the end, no matter her strength, She-Hulk can’t stop them from fucking her utterly silly, and that’s exactly what Peter does, taking his pleasure from the beautiful muscular babe and giving her plenty in return. The single scream that gets out of her throat certainly fills the night sky, driving Peter to gag her and muffle the rest, for fear that every hero and heroine in the city, all currently just a few floors down from where they are, will here and come running.
But no one shows up any time soon… at least not before he’s done. After Peter finishes inside of She-Hulk, after he fills her womb with his seed, only then does he hear clapping. Turning about, he and Venom find a familiar woman walking up to them, with white hair and dark skin… and a smile on her lips as she applauds them both.
“She deserved that. We were supposed to corner and, mm… interrogate you together.”
Peter lifts an eyebrow at that as he takes in the sight of Storm before him, the Weather Goddess’ smile growing into a full-blown grin.
“Still, I’m excited to see Jennifer’s suspicions were accurate. I do hope you have enough left for me, big boy.”
Chuckling at his good fortune, because really, it wasn’t like he was going to say no, Peter walks forward. For a moment, Storm looks alarmed, given he’s still a few feet taller than her… but she doesn’t try to stop him from reaching out and closing one massive, clawed hand around her waist. He lifts her up and Storm hurries to hike up her dress rather than have him tear it off, showing off her dark-skinned inner thighs and the fact that she’s not wearing any panties as she drools from her quim.
Placing the same cockhead that broke She-Hulk against Storm’s cunt lips, Peter pauses briefly.
“… You sure about this?”
Storm growls, and lightning strikes in the distance as she looks at him with both passion and impatience at the forefront of her face.
“Do it, you bastard. And don’t you fucking DARE hold back.”
Without another word, Peter impales her on his cock, even as his other hand comes up and covers her mouth, swallowing her first scream this time around, having learned his lesson. Still, even as he uses the dark-skinned mutant as his own personal fleshlight, he does indeed hold back. Not enough that Storm can probably tell, with how her eyes are already going crossed and her body is shaking through its first orgasm, but there’s no denying that if Peter went as hard as he actually could, she’d be dead in moments.
Luckily, part of being so close to Venom after this year they’ve been working together again means that Peter has a good sense of the limits of those he’s… dealing with. Normally, this comes up more with bad guys, and keeps him from pulping the thieves and thugs he’s bringing to justice with an errant punch. Now though, it’s helping him keep Storm intact, even as he gives her the pounding of a lifetime, fucking up into her squeezing, gripping cunt nice and hard as she loses all sense, her eyes rolling back in her head and her tongue lolling out of her mouth.
Once she’s completely out of it, Peter sets her down on the more intact part of the air conditioner unit that She-Hulk is passed out in. Watching his cum ooze out of both of their well-fucked quims is quite the treat, and for a moment both he and Venom simply enjoy the view… until the sound of heels hits the rooftop.
Spinning around yet again, Peter… isn’t surprised. Perhaps he should be, but he really isn’t. There Black Cat is. Felicia Hardy, New York’s… well, Peter didn’t know what she was to the city these days. Sometimes she was a thief. Sometimes she was a vigilante. But no matter what, she was always a pain in his ass.
Though, that was more when he’d still been with MJ, wasn’t it? Speaking of which…
“Long time no see, Felicia.”
The white-haired woman, currently dressed in her cat suit rather than a dress like She-Hulk and Storm, lets out a sigh as Peter ignores her secret identity.
“I suppose it has been. Honestly, the chase became so much less interesting after you became single. There’s something so much more… naughty about going after a man who’s all tied up with a missus.”
Peter snorts derisively at that. In truth, he’d figured that was what it was. He hadn’t expected her to just come out and say it though.
“Mm, but it seems I was wrong. Seems that getting the old ball and chain off of you has actually been more liberating than I expected. I see now why you didn’t mope for long, Peter… mm, where’s the real you, under all that muscle?”
Lifting a brow, Peter begins to shrink down, or more accurately, Venom turns into a smaller distraction, reverting them to the smaller scale of their ‘normal’ size.
“This is the real me, Felicia. You should get used to it.”
Walking up to him, the Black Cat reaches out and strokes her clawed glove down his enhanced cock.
“Is it? This monster… I’m surprised it fit inside of Storm. Why don’t you show me what you can do without the parlor tricks, hm?”
Peter frowns at that, and a moment later the enhanced pitch-black appendage between his legs is gone, replaced by his normal, still above-average erection. Felicia smiles, only to find herself grabbed and tossed up against the side of the rooftop access a moment later. Gasping at the suddenness, she tries to push off, only for Peter to push her back down.
Then, he tears a hole in her catsuit and fits the head of his ‘real’ cock up against unsurprisingly wet cunt lips.
“You want it, Felicia? You can have it.”
Even if Venom has pulled back and given him a mostly human appearance, that doesn’t mean Peter is by any means weakened by the loss in height, muscle mass, or even length. No, he and the symbiote are one now… and so Felicia gets just as good a dicking as She-Hulk and Storm as he fucks her up against the brick wall of the roof access, ramming her from behind.
“Ooh, P-Peter! T-Too much, slow down!”
He just chuckles and gives her what she wanted. She thought she could control this, she thought she could take charge… well, soon enough the Black Cat is just as insensate as She-Hulk and Storm, her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth open in a continuous moan. But he doesn’t cum inside of her… no, instead Peter makes sure to do something he’s been waiting a long time for, pulling out right before, letting Felicia drop to her knees as her trembling legs can no longer hold her, and then spraying his third load of the evening all over her face, her mask, and her pretty white hair.
Only once he’s made sure to absolutely cover her in the stuff does Peter step away, and in the same moment, his suit is back on him, as well as his Spider-Man mask. He looks pristine, like nothing ever happened. Walking back downstairs, the Webslinger has never felt more… alive. Merry Christmas indeed.
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Hao P
I hope Silver Sable will be added into this prompt storyline. She looks pretty damn hot in the PS4 Game.
