Spider-Man. The House Of Venom

Natasha looked at her latest orders and scowled.

She needed to get this assignment over and done with quickly. The shitshow that was the Web Warriors and the ETF had finally reached Shield. New rules and procedures were being put in place and she knew it was only time before she was dragged away. Her past would catch up to her and it was a good idea to start planning an out.

It was already starting. The grapevine had a new set of rules about “Enhanced” individuals, and as she was one, she knew it would be hell. Alexander Pierce was throwing his weight around, and as Co-Director, there was little Fury could do to stop him.

Shield equipment was being replaced with those newer pulse weapons. Blowing a hole in Hulk showed the top brass they were effective, even if he did just get back up again.

The low-level goons got theirs first, and solo agents like her would be getting them last. Even Clint had complained he was being targeted. Someone had the great idea that the agent codenamed Hawkeye shouldn't be using a bow. He was not happy about it.

Something was changing in Shield, and like the Red Room, Natasha knew a coup when she saw one. The rules were being rewritten, and those who refused would be quietly shown the door. Natasha figured as most of those would be too dangerous to let walk away, the door would lead to a body bag.

Even her latest order was dumb.

“Find Parker, get a blood sample. You are authorised for deadly force if necessary. Get it done, and get it within one week.”

It wasn't even signed. Just a code number letting her know it was authentic. To her, that meant some faceless politician who’d never fired a pistol in their life. Fury wouldn't risk showing his hand by putting the order in writing. Fury wouldn't be so impatient.

Natasha sighed again as she read her orders. Blood was hard to get without being noticed, but it did mean they wanted DNA. That was much easier to get.

She just hated the stubble as her hair grew back.

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Peter was waiting outside for Talia. He had cleaned the place up, made sure everything was in order and that the home she was renting was spotless.

She had everything. A measuring tape, swatch samples of paint, and a huge grin, “Yeah, I’m gonna take it. So lease?”

Peter already had one signed and ready to take to be notarised. Matt might be a vigilante as well, but he was still Peter's lawyer.

She smiled as she signed it with a flourish, “So, celebrate?” she tilted her head and smiled at him.

Peter laughed, “Sure, You live here now, so why not. I think there might be some.”

Talia moved and kissed him, “No, I mean celebrate properly. You’ve been flirting so I know you want it.”

Peter leant into the kiss. She smelt strange but it wasn't anything unusual. Like the pheromone with a hint of burnt plastic.

Is she Enhanced? He wondered as their lips touched.

It was gentle at first but then she teased his mouth with her tongue and he responded. Her hands grasped his head and their tongues danced, “damn," she whispered as she rested her forehead on his. "You uh, got condoms?”

Peter nodded. “And better. Um, one of the others works on a sex cream. It's really good.”

Talia laughed, “Lube? I might fall for you if you're that considerate, but we don’t. I mean, I'm ready.“ she grinned. She was. He smelt great and kissing him was even better. Her panties were soaked from just kissing. She could have taken him right there, but it gave her a chance to calm herself and collect her thoughts.

“It makes it so much better,” he admitted.

She frowned and shrugged. “Sure then. It's not illegal is it?”

Peter laughed as he headed for the door, “Stark makes it.”

In the kitchen, Talia leaned against the countertop. She was biting her lip seductively as Peter fetched a jar of cream. Even as a Shield agent, she had heard of it, as a ‘cure’ for feminine issues. How Parker got some she didn’t know, and if it was as good as the samples they had stolen, for once, she didn't care.

Peter wondered if she would actually go this far or if she was about to attack him. He changed his mind as she undid her top. It hung loosely and he could see the sides of the pert but large breasts. “So? Show me.”

Peter took out a small jar from his pocket. He needed to see just how badly Talia would be affected. If she was in the warehouse and they had an accident, it could be disastrous.

As he opened the jar, he had no idea if Talia knew what was about to happen.

As the lid popped her eyes widened and she took a deep breath. "Oh shit, that smells amazing." She took the jar from him and closed her eyes as she sniffed it.

“You sure you want to do this?” He knew it was okay. it was just the small doubt in the back of his mind that said was it really?

She nodded, undoing the rest of her buttons. She was fit, and not the fit you got from exercise. Peter could see the small marks and abrasions over her skin. Whoever she was, she was a fighter and judging by the lack of marks, a good one.

Her muscles shifted as she undid the rest and pulled her top off, letting her breasts spill out. They were large, round with crinkled pink nipples that sat begging to be touched. He reached over a hand and stroked one with his thumb. She moaned and smiled as she took his hand, stepped back, and leaned on the edge of the washbasin, “now you.”

Peter reciprocated, undoing his own and letting his erection spring free. His clothes were symbskin but a zipper was easy enough to copy. Talia marvelled at its size. For someone trained to expect situations like this, she still stared at the size of his manhood.

She swallowed, “can I?” And he nodded.

Breathing in the heady aroma of the cream she knelt down and gently kissed its tip. With one hand she stroked him before she slid his cock into her mouth, wetting it. She bobbed back and forth for a few seconds before leaning back to take a breath.

She wanted to devour him right there. It was tempting to let him fill her mouth with his cum, but she needed a sample, and swallowing it was not on the agenda. “more?” She asked as she looked up, still storing him and he nodded.

"Oh god yes," he panted.

Sitting herself up on the counter, she spread her legs and moved her panties to one side.

Peter grinned before he knelt before her. She felt him kiss up her thigh before his lips kissed her clit and his tongue darted out to flick at it. He gripped her thighs as his tongue slid down and inside her. She gasped and ran her hand over his heir before gripping it and pushing him into her.

“Oh, yes, yes,” she breathed.

Oh, hell no, I need to get back in control.

A part of her felt her orgasm rising and wanted him to keep eating her until she screamed. She whined as her thighs trembled. It was too late. His tongue was flexible and reached just where she wanted it. She arched her back and took a deep breath, “haahaahaahaa,” she breathed out, “God Pete. Please, I need you.”

Peter took a generous finger of cream and smeared it over her glistening pussy lips. She moaned as the warmth spread through her. His fingers brushing the cream over her lips felt wonderful and sparks tingled up her spine. He was right and as two fingers slid in and out of her, she came, making his fingers slick with her juices. “Holy shit Pete. Can, can I have some more of that?”

Peter kissed her clit and licked his fingers, “Speak to Gwen when she gets back, but for now." He handed her the condom and stood. "I uh, don't know."

She took the condom from him and bit off the wrapper, sliding it down his already engorged manhood. He made sure it was on right and then stroked himself, smearing a liberal dose of the cream over himself.

“Last chance Talia. Yes or no?” She nodded, “No. Say it.”

"Yes, please yes,” and with a practised stroke he slid inside her.

She bit her lip and cried out as he reached right to the end of her insides, touching and sending a jolt through her. She needed to get back in control. Whatever the cream was, was sending heat and pleasure through her and he hadn't even moved yet. If this continued he would get her and she would get nothing. It was that moment Peter chose to slide out and thrust forcefully back in. and she wrapped her arms around him, muffling her cries.

She reached a hand down to rub her clit, almost crying out as her fingers brushed over it, but her real goal was the condom. As he pulled out, her fingers deftly caught the edge and as he slid back it came free. On his next stroke, he went inside without it.

She whined and bit his neck, muffling her moans on the skin of his shoulder as he thrust again and again into her.

Leaving no pause for breath, "Oh fuck, oh fuck," she moaned over and over as he mercilessly thrust into her.

He licked and bit her earlobe and the small nips brought further whimpers from her.

Her first orgasm came like a wave, the second not long after crashed into it. She shook and had to lean back, supporting herself as her legs clamped around him. He buried his face into her cleavage as she came, pushing it further as he sucked and gently bit at her nipples.

“Not yet,” Peter growled and he pulled out as she whined. He laughed and flipped her over. Pushing her down over the sink and rubbing himself over her entrance slid back inside again.

He reached one hand around and rubbed her nipples with his fingers as the other pulled on her hair.

She grunted “Ah, ah, yes, yes, ah, god, yes, hard, hard, fuck, yes God!” she cried out as she felt a warm stickiness fill her and he thrust one final time.

Her pussy was hot and tight, and he lost himself. "Oh fuck," he cried out gripping her legs. His cock twitched as he filled her with spurt after spurt of cum. He knew she had taken the condom off but he was never going to get her pregnant anyway.

He collapsed against her, kissing the back of her neck and his orgasm faded. He looked down at the warm white liquid dripping from her. "Shit, the condom.”

"It's fine. I'm safe. I uh, can't, but, I'm good,” she grabbed some paper towels and used them to wipe herself off while Peter did the same.

It was part of the show. He had felt her slip the condom off, he had smelt the strange formula on her skin and in her sweat. Something didn't add up, but he had no clue what it was.

"So uh. I don’t give a rental discount," he added with a smirk.

Talia shook her head at his cheekiness but chuckled, “Neither do I. I probably charge more per hour than you do.”

She sighed happily as she closed in for a small hug. "The cream, I want more, lots if you can get it."

Fuck Fury. Whatever that cream was she loved it and she wanted more for other cases. She gave him a fake number, one of the many she used while working but was happy to see his number stored in its memory. He could definitely be a repeat, as long as the next job wasn’t his elimination.

“So, I need to organise moving. Call you when I need the door opened?” She bounced as she pulled her jeans up and zipped up her top again. “Maybe a couple of days? My lease runs out next week, but I want to move before that.”

“Sure. The mats aren't glued down, so anytime is great.”

She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, “Then cya lover boy.”

Peter followed her to the centre and watched as she headed from the warehouse.

Yeah, she's enhanced,

Peter shot Felicia a text,

Smelt it all over her plus the full-strength cream barely dented her libido, We have a problem.

I’ve spoken to Elektra, we’re contacting some of her old buddies. Should find out soon enough. She answered.

As he tucked his phone away, he shook his head. Liv warned him in the street. Super-powered pheromones could be used to lure and trap him.

God damn idiot, he thought to himself.

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Natasha zipped around the corner and onto a stashed motorbike. She dodged the typical New York Traffic as she headed straight for a Shield office.

After signing herself in she requested a sample kit and headed to the bathroom. As she stirred the cotton bud around inside her, she was surprised to find it was clean. There was nothing more than her own fluid. Examining herself she realised, she felt him cum inside her, she had felt it drip from her but there was nothing.

Shit, did he know? Did he trick me?

Was Peter Parker, the son of the famous Mary Parker, trained by someone? He was a baby when she died, so it wasn't her but maybe someone in his family. The file said that his uncle knew his brother was a Shield agent. Natasha shook her head,

fuck, she thought, and putting the swab into the kit wasn't surprised when the report came back as negative.

At least the sex had been great.