Spider-Man of Earth 65

Here he was. Finally. 

San Francisco was waking up to another picturesque day. Felix leaned against the railing at Pier 39, letting the crisp ocean breeze roll over him as he stared out at the bay. The Golden Gate Bridge stood tall in the distance, a burnt-orange monument to engineering and ambition. He took a sip of his coffee, glancing at the tourists bustling around him. Couples snapped selfies, children giggled as they watched sea lions lazing on the docks, and street performers juggled flaming torches for tips.

'This city's got a rhythm,' Felix mused, biting into a warm sourdough roll he'd picked up from a bakery nearby. 'No skyscrapers, no insane amounts of homeless people. Feels alive in a way New York doesn't. Less urgent, more...balanced.'

"...does that even make sense."

He wandered toward Fisherman's Wharf, his eyes catching the vibrant mix of street art and food stalls. The scent of clam chowder in bread bowls wafted through the air, tempting him to grab seconds even though he was still chewing the roll.

"Extremis really makes me a glutton," he muttered to himself. "And I've got a whole city to eat through."

The walk took him past Alcatraz Landing, where ferries shuttled tourists to the infamous prison island. Felix stopped for a moment, watching the tiny boats slice through the waves. 'Stark-level security wouldn't be out of place on that rock,' he thought, eyeing the fortress-like silhouette. 'But no way would Stark keep something as sensitive as Project Jarvis somewhere that obvious.'

From there, Felix made his way to Lombard Street, the "crookedest street in the world." He stood at the top of the serpentine road, hands on his hips, taking in the view of neatly trimmed flowerbeds lining the absurdly steep hill. 'Turning a city planner's nightmare into a tourist attraction. Nice. Cool.'

Descending the street, he couldn't help but chuckle at the rental cars inching their way down, drivers white-knuckling the steering wheels as passengers leaned out for photos.

His next stop was Chinatown. Pretty similar to the Chinatown in New York if he was being honest. Felix wandered through the maze of narrow streets, passing under the iconic Dragon Gate and into a market of red lanterns. He bought himself a steaming pork bun from a vendor and made small talk with an elderly shopkeeper while picking up a small jade trinket.

"For luck," the shopkeeper said, pressing it into his hand.

Felix smiled. "Thanks. Never hurts to have some."

The afternoon sunlight was beginning to soften as Felix strolled through Golden Gate Park. He found a quiet spot by Stow Lake, watching the rowboats drift lazily across the water. 

He enjoyed Sam Francisco. But the moment of calm couldn't last. His phone buzzed in his pocket, pulling him back to reality.

He pulled it out and stared at the contact Mary Jane had scrawled on the note: Pepper Potts' representative. He tapped the number, his thumb hesitating for a moment before hitting the call button.

After a few rings, a crisp voice answered, "This is Victoria with Potts Enterprises. How can I assist you?"

Felix cleared his throat. "Hi, Victoria. My name is Felix Faeth. I work with Oscorp in New York, and I'm also the owner of FEAST, a charitable organization. I got your contact information from Mary Jane Watson."

There was a brief pause, likely while Victoria jotted down his name or pulled up his details. "Mary Jane Watson, the actress?"

"That's the one," Felix confirmed, keeping his tone casual but professional.

"And how can I help you today, Mr. Faeth?"

"I was hoping to discuss potential charity collaborations with Ms. Potts. FEAST focuses on supporting the homeless and underserved communities, and I thought Potts Enterprises might be interested in getting involved."

There was another pause. He could hear the faint tapping of a keyboard on the other end. Likely, Victoria was checking his credentials or messaging Pepper directly.

Finally, Victoria spoke. "Ms. Potts is very selective about the partnerships she engages in, but your work with FEAST is impressive. She's currently hosting an event tonight in Silicon Valley. If you're interested, I could arrange for you to attend and discuss this matter with her directly."

That was fast. 'Guess MJ's name carries more weight than I thought.'

"I'd appreciate that," he said. "What's the dress code?"

"Formal," Victoria replied. "Please be in your best suit. I'll text you the details shortly."

"Thank you, Victoria. I'll be there."

The call ended, and Felix stared at his phone for a moment, a small smile playing on his lips. 'Alright, Pepper. Let's see what you know.'

He tucked the phone back into his pocket and began the walk back to the Rustbucket. There was something exhilarating about tonight's mission. Pepper Potts was one of the sharpest minds in the business world and the only person with insight into Anthony Stark's secret projects.

The Rustbucket sat parked at the edge of a quiet street, its slightly battered exterior looking horrendous next to the shiny Teslas and sleek hybrids lining the curb. Lots of tech bros were in San Francisco. Felix expected as much. Funny that the tech bros didn't know that the vehicle of their dreams was right here. High-tech with a super AI and self-driving. Stepping inside, he grabbed a garment bag hanging near the door.

"Course set for Silicon Valley."

"Good. And my suit?"

"Coordinates locked in. And the suit is perfectly pressed, as always."

Felix gently placed the garment bag onto the bed. He unzipped it to reveal a sharp black tuxedo with subtle satin lapels. He ran his fingers over the fabric. He had prepped this beforehand.

'Gotta look the part if you're mingling with billionaires.'

*****

The Four Seasons Hotel in Silicon Valley. That was where Felix went to. He parked the Rustbucket in a faraway parking lot and walked the whole way there.

'The right choice because damn, these people are rich.'

The ballroom of the Four Seasons Hotel in Silicon Valley was nothing short of breathtaking. The vaulted ceilings shimmered with crystalline chandeliers, while floor-to-ceiling windows offered a stunning view of the Silicon Valley skyline. The crowd was as high-profile as it got: tech billionaires in custom-tailored suits, venture capitalists swirling wine glasses, and entrepreneurs rubbing elbows with celebrities who had no discernible business being there.

Felix Faeth stepped into the room, the sharp cut of his black tuxedo turning more than a few heads. He was beyond peak human. He was sexually charged. The black hair with the wisps of brown was neatly combed back and naturally handsome. His eyes scanned the crowd with an easy confidence. He was here on a mission, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy himself.

'Always look like you belong, even if you don't,' he reminded himself.

A waiter passed by, and Felix casually plucked a glass of champagne from the tray. He sipped it as he navigated the crowd, listening to snippets of conversations about cryptocurrency, AI advancements, and the next big IPO. Most of it bullshit and money scamming. But his focus was singular: Pepper Potts.

He spotted her near the center of the room, standing beneath one of the chandeliers. Pepper Potts was as radiant as her reputation suggested. Her signature red hair was swept into an elegant updo, and her shimmering red gown flowed like liquid metal.

'Huh. She has a fatter ass than I thought.'

She stood with a small group, effortlessly commanding their attention as she laughed at something one of them said. He straightened his tie and approached. As he drew closer, Pepper's sharp blue eyes flicked to him, and he caught the faintest lift of her eyebrow.

"Ms. Potts," Felix said smoothly, offering his hand. "Felix Faeth. Thank you for the invitation."

Her handshake was firm, her gaze steady. "Felix Faeth," she repeated, a memory stirring. "The man behind FEAST. I've heard about you."

"Good things, I hope."

"Let's call it intriguing things."

Right, she must have informed of him right before this.

Felix chuckled, an easy, warm sound that seemed to draw her in. "Intriguing is a good start. And might I say, you're living up to every bit of your reputation tonight."

Pepper tilted her head, a spark of amusement lighting her eyes. "Flattery already? You don't waste any time, do you?"

"Time's too precious to waste," Felix said as sincerely as he could. "Especially in a room like this, where I'd argue you're the most interesting person here."

That earned him a genuine laugh, soft and melodic. "You're quite the charmer, aren't you?"

"I try," Felix admitted with a grin.

The others in her group, sensing the shift in the conversation, politely excused themselves, leaving Felix and Pepper alone. She didn't seem to mind, her posture relaxing slightly as she regarded him with growing curiosity.

"So, Mr. Faeth—"

"I prefer Felix." He winked.

"Felix," she corrected. "What brings you to this little gathering? Surely you're not just here for the hors d'oeuvres."

"While the hors d'oeuvres are tempting," he said, his voice dropping just enough to make it intimate, "I'm more interested in the company. Specifically yours."

Pepper raised an eyebrow, though the faint smile on her lips betrayed her amusement. "Bold move."

"I've been told boldness pays off."

"Not always."

"Well, I guess I'll just have to take my chances."

The two exchanged a look, a moment of unspoken understanding passing between them. Pepper's usual guarded demeanor seemed to soften, her curiosity about this confident stranger growing.

"So you're here for FEAST. What specifically? I doubt this is all for a donation—unless it is?"

That would be disappointing and Felix was anything but that.

"I'm sure you and I and everyone else are aware of Oscorp's hold over New York; a hold that has been waning. A hold that I'm sure you're interesting in wriggling apart more." A tiny shift in her heels. Felix smirked in his head. He got her. "I'm giving you an entry with FEAST and my own influence in Oscorp. A small-scale company meant for the poor that the public sector and the mayor will love."

"The public sector? Why there?"

"Just wait. The mayor will be in a bit of trouble soon."

"Oh?"

"Nothing to do with me but Oscorp—and I wish to capitalize on his vulnerability."

Once Project S.S.S was revealed and the public learned of the drones' purpose to monitor people in their daily lives, backlash would ensue. 

"Have you heard of Christine Everhart?"

A look and squint from Pepper Potts. "I have. How do you know her?"

"She's writing a case. Get in contact with her if you want the details; or maybe just wait in a week."

Pepper studied him for a moment, her gaze piercing. "You're confident," she said finally. "Too confident. Almost suspiciously confident."

Felix chuckled. "I'll take that as a compliment."

"As you should. I don't give out compliments often."

A small pause for drinks and smiles.

"So," Felix said after a lull in the conversation, "does being the most powerful woman in Silicon Valley ever get lonely?"

Pepper blinked, caught off guard by the question. "Lonely?"

"I mean, you've got the world at your feet, but that's a lot of weight to carry."

She regarded him thoughtfully,. "It has its moments," she admitted.

Felix nodded, his gaze steady. "Well, for what it's worth, I think you wear it beautifully."

Pepper smiled, a genuine warmth in her eyes. "You really don't give up, do you?"

"Not when I see something worth pursuing."

She laughed softly, shaking her head. "You don't stop pursuing, do you, Felix?"

"You are extraordinary, Pepper Potts."

The air between them shifted, the playful banter giving way to something deeper. The noise of the party seemed to fade into the background as they stood there, locked in a moment of electric eye contact.

Finally, Pepper broke the silence, her voice softer now. "You're trouble, aren't you?"

"Depends," Felix said with a small smirk. "Do you like trouble?"

She didn't answer immediately. Instead, she reached out and lightly adjusted his tie, her fingers brushing against his chest. "I don't usually do this," she said.

Felix's heart quickened, though he kept his expression calm. "Do what?"

"Let myself get distracted," she admitted, meeting his gaze.

"Am I distraction well worth it?"

"Hm." She held his gaze for a moment longer before slipping a key card into his hand. "I'm staying at the top floor here. Give me a little time to leave unnoticed. Then come find me."

Felix's fingers closed around the card, his pulse racing. "I'll be there. Is this for the company talk or company talk?"

"We'll see you how much I like you." As Pepper walked away, her red gown catching the light, Felix let out a slow breath. He pocketed the key card and glanced around, ensuring no one had overheard their exchange.

'Mission accomplished,' he thought, his smirk returning.

With one last sip of his champagne, Felix made his way to the elevators.

******

Felix stepped out of the elevator into the quiet opulence of the penthouse floor. The hall was dimly lit, the plush carpet beneath his polished shoes muffling his steps. He walked toward the door at the end, the key card cool in his hand. As he approached, his reflection flickered briefly in the gleaming surface of a modern art sculpture near the entrance.

He paused at the door. Pepper Potts wasn't just anyone—she was one of the most influential women in the world. Tonight, this woman had chosen him.

Sliding the card into the reader, he heard the soft click of the lock disengaging. The door swung open silently, revealing the penthouse suite in all its understated luxury. Floor-to-ceiling windows showcased a breathtaking view of Silicon Valley at night, the lights of the city twinkling like stars. The décor was sleek and modern, with clean lines and warm tones that exuded sophistication.

Pepper was standing near the window, her red gown replaced by a satin robe that shimmered. She held a glass of wine in one hand, her hair now cascading in loose waves over her shoulders. When she turned to face him, her expression was calm, but her eyes carried an intensity that sent a shiver down Felix's spine.

"You're punctual," Pepper greeted.

"For you, always," Felix replied, closing the door behind him.

She smiled faintly and gestured to the cityscape of San Francisco. "You're new the city, aren't you? How did you like it?"

"Love it."

"That's good. I never get tired of this view. It's a reminder of everything I've built, everything I've worked for."

Felix was beside her. "It's beautiful," he said, though his gaze never left her.

Pepper noticed and raised an eyebrow. "The view, or me?"

"Both," he said smoothly, the corners of his mouth lifting in a small smile.

She laughed. "You really are trouble."

"I prefer to think of myself as a challenge."

Pepper took a sip of her wine, her eyes never leaving his. "You're confident. I'll give you that."

"Confidence is just honesty in disguise," Felix said, brushing his shoulder against hers. "And honestly, I think you're the most captivating woman I've ever met."

Pepper laughed softly, setting her glass down on a nearby table. "You don't stop, do you?"

"Not when I know what I want."

The space between them disappeared as Felix reached out, his hand lightly brushing her arm. The warmth of his touch sent a jolt through her, though she didn't pull away.

"You're bold," she murmured, her voice softer now.

"And you like it," he replied, his eyes locking onto hers.

She didn't respond with words. Instead, she stepped closer, her hands sliding up the lapels of his jacket. Her fingers brushed against his chest as she pushed the fabric off his shoulders, letting the jacket fall to the floor.

Felix let her take the lead. She undid his tie first. After that, his belt. She was a bit...slow. Unused to this, no doubt. As she worked, her gaze flicked downward, taking in the breadth of his chest and the lean strength of his frame. When her eyes caught the faint outline beneath his tailored pants, she paused, her lips curving into a small, knowing smile.

"Well," Pepper said, smiling and blinking, "it seems your confidence isn't misplaced."

She looked up and they kissed. They kissed, they tongued, and she jumped onto him, legs around his waist. "Mmmm!"

Kissing, making-out, loving each other through sheer lust and nothing else. When the kiss ended, Pepper Potts exhaled loudly and smiled with those classic fuck-me eyes. "Want to take me to my room or do you want stay here?"

(**R18 Start**)

Through his pants, the thick bulge of his cock twitched and poked her ass.

Felix carried Pepper into the bedroom, her legs still wrapped tightly around his waist. He gently laid her down on the plush bed, her satin robes pooling around her like a puddle of silk. She looked up at him, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Then she eyed his cock.

He stood at the edge of the bed, his tuxedo slightly disheveled from their earlier encounter. Slowly, he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the taut muscles beneath. Pepper's gaze followed his every move, her lips parting slightly as she watched him undress. When he finally reached for his belt buckle, she couldn't help but feel a shiver of excitement run down her spine.

Felix unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the floor. His boxers followed, and there it was—his cock, thick and already hard, standing proudly between his legs. Pepper's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat. She had seen it before, felt it inside her, but seeing it now, so close, so… magnificent, it took her breath away.

Pepper Potts, multibillionaire and former STARK secretary, was flabbergasted.

"Oh my God," Pepper Potts whispered, her voice barely audible.

Felix smirked, stepping closer to the bed. "You like what you see?" he asked, cock bouncing.

Pepper couldn't tear her eyes away. She nodded slowly, her hand reaching out almost instinctively, wanting to touch him. Felix caught her wrist gently, shaking his head. "Not yet," he said softly. "I want you to look."

This wasn't just about fucking. This was about worship. This was about getting her trust and her obedience. He needed to think tactically. He needed to be hot.

Her cheeks flushed, but she didn't argue. Instead, she let her eyes roam over him, taking in every inch of his body. His broad shoulders, the defined muscles of his abdomen, and then… his cock again. It was unlike anything she had ever seen. Thick, veiny, and impossibly long, it seemed almost unreal. And then there were his balls, heavy and full, hanging beneath it. She could only imagine what they held inside.

Felix climbed onto the bed, kneeling between her legs. He leaned down, brushing his lips against hers in a slow, deliberate kiss. Pepper melted into it, her hands immediately finding their way to his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her fingers. But just as quickly as the kiss began, it ended, leaving her craving more.

He pulled back slightly, his hand trailing down her body until it reached her thighs. He spread her legs apart. She wore nothing under those robes. This redhead had been ready to spread her legs for him.

Pepper's heart raced. Felix's eyes locked onto hers as he positioned himself between her legs. The tip of his cock brushed against her entrance and she gasped.

"Relax," he murmured, kissing her neck softly. "Let me take care of you."

And with that, he pushed forward, sliding into her slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size. Pepper's head fell back against the pillows, a soft moan escaping her lips as she felt him fill her completely. It was overwhelming, the sensation of being stretched to her limit, but it was also… perfect.

"Oh goddd...!" Pepper heaved. Her bosom was quite large, certainly C-cups. "God, it's sooo deep...!"

"Do you like it?"

"Like it? I-I love it! Nnngghh, fuck me already, Felix Faeth! Do it!"

Felix began to move, his hips rolling against hers in a steady rhythm. "Ah~! Ngghhh~! Yes, yes...!"

"You're tight. Haven't fucked in a while?"

"A-a long, long while. I..." Gasp, whimper. "I've never fucked anyone." 

Oh. That...this woman was a virgin? Suddenly, Felix both guilt and a strange thrill. He was the only man to have claimed the sexy redhead. Not Anthony Stark, her former boss, not some male sex worker, but him. Felix Faeth.

He went faster.

"Ngghhhh~! W-wait! Waaiiiit! Cumming!" Her cunt clamped down on him and the juices splattered onto the mattress. The slutty CEO gasped again and again, matching his thrusts. She orgasmed not once but twice.

How old was this woman? How many years had she gone by without orgasming? Without getting dicked down? Her first fuck, her standard, would be based on Felix Faeth. The speed, the technique, the way his cock slightly adjusted to stretch her virgin pussy...

"I-I'm cummmiiiiing~! You're making me...nnnghh~!"

He fucked harder. He fucked better than any man ever could. And so, Pepper Potts experienced pleasure like few women ever did.

Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through her body, crackling and thundering like a storm. Each strike was a thrust, an orgasm. A gasp, a whimper, a sign of true ecstasy. Felix went lower and sucked her on her pretty breasts. Pink and round, they were a most perfect size.

"Ghnnnnh~! F-Felix! FELIX~!" The independent woman shut herself up. She wanted to shut up at least and couldn't. "Gsshhhhkkk~! Ngghhhh~! Y-you're making me cuuuuuuuum! So much! So muuuuch~! I-I can't...pleeease!" Her hands roamed over his back, feeling the muscles flexing with each movement. She could feel herself getting wetter, hotter, with every passing second.

So, Felix did as he was told. He slowed down.

Her cunt tightened. Pepper Potts was able to conceive of the pleasure. Felix purposely wasn't fucking her silly; fucking her like he did certain other chicks. He held back so she could understand.

He kissed her again, his tongue tangling with hers as he deepened the kiss. Their bodies moved in sync, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Pepper's moans grew louder, her legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper into her.

"Felix…" the redhead breathed, her voice trembling. "Don't stop…"

He didn't. Instead, he picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. The bed creaked beneath them, but neither of them cared. All that mattered was the connection between them, the way their bodies fit together so perfectly.

The way the red slut grew deeper into her addiction for his cock.

Pepper's orgasm hit her suddenly again and again. So many times, it just didn't make sense. How could she not adapt? How could a man feel this good? Her body convulsed, her nails scraping down his back as she cried out his name. Felix smiled, feeling her walls clench around him, driving him closer to the edge. But he wasn't done yet.

With a growl, he flipped her over onto her stomach, pulling her up onto her knees. Without missing a beat, he plunged back into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly. Pepper gasped, her face pressed into the mattress as he fucked her from behind.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

"Ah~! Ngghhh~! Y-you...! Feeeliix! Felix! Felix!" A slut. Eyes rolled back, tongue falling out, she was making that classic slut expression. "Cock! Your! Big! Fat! COCK!" 

The new angle allowed him to go even deeper, hitting spots inside her she didn't even know existed.

Felix just smiled and found himself slapping that white booty.

What was Pepper Pott's best feature? Not her tits but her ass. No question about it.

Her moans turned into screams, her booty cheeks shaking with each powerful thrust. Overwhelmed by the sensations, she came repeatedly, her vision blurring as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She could feel herself soaking wet. She could feel herself falling into a state she could not get back from.

"YOU'RE STREEETCHING ME~! YOU'RE STRETCHING MY PUSSSY! MY HOOLE! FELIIIX!"

Felix was close, so close, and he knew he couldn't hold on much longer. He grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back slightly as he leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear.

"Cum for me one more time."

And she did. Her body tightened around him as another orgasm tore through her, her screams muffled by the pillow. That was all it took. Felix buried himself deep inside her, holding her hips firmly as he released everything he had. His cum shot into her, painting her womb white with his massive load.

Pepper felt every pulse, every drop, as he filled her completely. Her body was spent, her mind foggy with pleasure, but she didn't want it to end. She wanted to stay like this forever, connected to him in the most intimate way possible.

When Felix finally pulled out, Pepper Potts was a gasping, whimpering mess.

What did Felix do?

CLAP!

He grabbed his cock and rammed into her anal hole. The only thing left to do was to fill her other hole. To conquer Pepper Potts completely. To break her and make her submit.

Indeed, after the full night, she would become his.