Spider-Man. The House Of Venom

Liv was happily buzzed. Gwen and the others had retired for the night, each having to work the next day and so Peter had been left to deal with her. She had eaten half a large pizza and drunk a few bottles of home-brewed beer herself. With their enhanced metabolism, Gwen had upped the strength of everything she brewed. With a small frame and low tolerance, Liv hadn't needed much to get that way. 

It was her way of celebrating the news that Norman had finally dug a nice deep hole for himself. Now the government, Shield and even a few international agencies were calling for his head, and Oscorp was being circled by vultures.

"You know Peter,'' Liv slurred. "I was a genius. A certifiable genius. Your dad, oh and, your mom and I were friends." Liv giggled, "You should be calling me Aunty if it wasn't for that bastard."

This was why she was drunk. Whatever damage had been done seemed to be lessened by alcohol. It was just a pity she couldn't stay like this.

She tried to sit up and blinked, "I think I drank too much, my legs don't work," she laughed to herself. "So, three women. Three! Damn Peter, it's been so long for me."

Liv knew sleeping in his bed after the little pheromone reveal was stupid. She knew it was affecting her mood. But as the show said, there had been nothing betwixt her nethers in a very long time. Batteries or not.

She eyed her glass. It was empty and it was disappointing, and as she swayed slightly she asked, "so? If I say it’s my birthday, will you be my present?"

She had spoken to the others, and they had wondered why Peter was being so stubborn. Their advice was to just simply point blank ask, and then strip. Peter might have a white night complex, but it soon vanished in the bedroom.

He smelt so damn good and she really really needed some stress relief. The booze in her system just loosened her tongue. He was handsome. He was being kind, and with the way the other three looked at him and the noises they made at night, he was very open-minded.

They had shared a moment or two but now, drunk enough to take the chance she went for it. She'd approached the others and they'd assumed Peter already had, and why was she asking?

Peter wasn't surprised though as they had kissed already and knew it was heading this way. The girls had already been teasing him about it and it was just a matter of time. If she went nuts over a few slices of pizza and a beer then what else had she had to give up?

He would admit, that he had thought about it. It was hard not to when you not only changed someone but helped them shower. Holding them close so you could wash the parts they couldn't feel let alone reach. Peter had been intimately closer to Liv than Felicia so far. It just wasn't sexual or at least his mind was trying to keep it that way. It failed.

Peter picked her up and sat her on the desk. "Last chance doc. No backing out once the pants are off."

She nodded and he pulled away from the soft sweatpants Gwen had lent her, revealing her smooth and bare legs. He undid his own belt, letting his erection fall free.

Liv stared at it, wondering if she'd bitten off more than she could handle. It had been sixteen years and while he wasn't a monster, he was still a monster to her. He knelt and spread her legs, taking in the sight before him.

He had helped her wash, but that was not the same.

Liv was smaller than the others. Barely at five and a half feet and after spending so much time in the harness, she was skinny. Her skin had regained its healthy pink tone but she was still a long way from full rehabilitation.

Her skin was healing nicely, and the red inflammation had almost vanished. Even if they had showered before he took the time to appreciate her without being creepy.

Her breasts were small, barely a B cup but they had dark pink nipples. They were already pointed and looked like two strawberry candies on vanilla pudding.

As always her thick brown hair was tied up in a huge tangle but her legs and pubic area were smooth. Someone had been a part of this plan, as she had never asked Peter to shave her.

He hid a small smirk, A birthday surprise huh?

Peter was glad she kept her glasses on. Their strange octagonal frames just highlighted her hot nerdiness. Even as they spent time together he had to stop himself from staring.

As he slipped between her legs he noticed someone had shaved her clean. He looked up and she turned, "Gwen and Felicia," and he shrugged. This was too easy. They knew him and knew what he was thinking. He didn't care though and his tongue split her moist lips and gently stroked her inner folds.

While Liv's legs were unfeeling other nerves weren't as dead. As her first orgasm, after sixteen years started, she almost tried to ram Peter inside her there and then.

She leaned back, moaning at the warm tender tongue as it explored her wet slit. Her fingers grasped at his hair as he sucked and flicked at her clit. It was strange though, there was no feeling. Just a warmth from between her legs which then flared as she came immediately as he found her g-spot on his first try. Her back arched and she let out a cry,

damn him, that boy’s got talent.

Peter wasn't messing around here and she didn't care. Osborn had taken great delight in denying her food, drink, and especially sex. Now she had a young stud to vent it all out on.

Her own hand had been inadequate. It was dead. There was no feeling, at least not when she first tried.

"Peter, just fuck me," she begged. She had come over his face, warm sweet liquid splashing in his mouth and as she shuddered he had continued. This time his fingers slide in and out of her now soaking entrance.

He looked up at her and nodded, he still had condoms from when Gwen first moved in and grabbed one from his desk drawer. "Please, no, please, I don't want it like that."

"Uh, no," Peter shook his head and cheekily grinned. "No glove no love doc, sorry," and rolled the white rubber down his length.

"Please, I'm safe. Please, not with that, please." Liv had no shame. If she needed to beg, she would beg. As long as that wonderful cock was inside her, she didn’t care. She just wanted to feel it properly.

Peter smirked and lifted her off the desk, "then take it off, no hands," and positioned himself in front of her.

Cheeky shit, Liv thought to herself but if he hadn't offered, she would have anyway.

She obliged. Taking his cock into her mouth she gently gripped the thicker rim of the condom with her teeth. The foul taste of the lubricant was bitter but as she spat out the condom she slid him down her mouth and into her throat. It had been years, but she knew she had no gag reflex. She gripped his buttocks with both hands and took him as deep as she could.

She had been good at this as a college student. The nerdy exterior hid a roaring sex kitten underneath. She was rusty, but she did not take long to get back into a good rhythm.

She savoured his strangely sweet taste. Letting her tongue swirl around his engorged glans and tease and lick the precum from its tip. She took him deep again, moving her tongue over his shaft as she bobbed her head. Her hands gently squeezed his balls, and she felt him tense. She inwardly smirked smugly. He was about to cum. She wanted him to, just not there. Not yet anyway.

"There. Now please?" She looked up at him to which he returned a smile and lifted her back up. Setting her on the table, he positioned himself at her entrance, taking a firm grip on her legs.

"Say please again."

"Just fuck me already," she pleaded and he slid his length into her.

She came immediately. She had been right. When they were researching the pheromone cream, it also had regenerative properties. Even with the cream and his saliva, whatever his Venom was sparked dead nerves back into life and he felt good! It had been so long that as every inch filled her she bit a finger to stop from screaming his name.

The others had been virgins but he figured Liv wasn't. She was the quiet librarian type a lot of men fantasize about. Thin but cute, glasses but hot, and he imagined she would have been very popular. Even with the cuts and scrapes, she was incredibly attractive to Peter.

She was running her hands down his abdomen as he slid in and out, the heat between her legs rising with each stroke. Giving up, she lay back down, allowing him to do whatever he wanted to her. It had been so long and it felt so good, damaged spine or not.

Orgasm after orgasm rolled up her in waves, building and building. There was a big one and she felt the world go dark for a few seconds. Now she let it all out, crying out in pure pleasure denied to her for so long. All she could do was moan and grunt as he thrust. Her mind, once full of wonderful this would be was gone, replaced by the simple pleasure of finally having him inside her.

Peter watched her shudder and shake at the orgasm. It had only been a few minutes but even for him, it had been enough. She was tight and experienced. Her mouth had taken him to the edge and her pussy had driven him over the precipice. “Oh god Liv, now, now.” he told her but she blinked and pushed him back.

"My mouth, cum in my mouth," she pleaded. Down there was a waste. If his cock tasted so good she wanted his white sticky fluid sliding down her throat.

"Don't move." Peter moved around to the other side of the desk and Liv was greeted by the bottom of his manhood.

She could smell its thick aroma and she swallowed it whole. His entire length slid into her throat and with expertise, she began to slide him in and out of her mouth. He moaned as her tongue expertly moved over him. He tried his hardest to enjoy the sensation without ending things too soon.

Peter had been given oral before. MJ loved it especially after he was with Gwen but Liv was on another level. She kept pace and used her tongue on his length. She took him as deep as she could before sliding him out and swirling around the tip and head of his cock. Suddenly her tempo increased. She sucked on him harder and the flicking of her tongue on his glans caused him to cum.

He cried out and took her head with one hand, gently holding her as he twitched in her mouth, filling it.

It was a lot and as she struggled to swallow it, she stroked him as it dripped into her mouth. As she swallowed what she could she let the rest spray over her petite breasts and face. Felicia had forewarned her, and he covered her in his thick white seed.

After he had finished, she tenderly took his manhood and licked its length clean of his seed. Gently sucking the small amount left from its tip. She looked down at the mess covering her and rubbed what she couldn't swallow into her skin. "What?" She said, "it's good for the complexion."

Peter had no idea if it was or not but he did appreciate not having to clean up.

Liv, however, was now wondering where she could get a couple of shots of tequila and a cigarette.

one vice down, two to go. She thought. It had been so long and he was so good.

He leaned down and kissed Liv on the forehead. As he moved to help her up he saw Gwen, Felicia, and MJ standing in his doorway. He could smell they had been doing more than watching. He raised an eyebrow, Gwen shrugged, Felicia laughed, while MJ looked a little bit guilty.

"No rubber huh?" MJ pointed to the discarded condom.

"Pete, it's not in case you get her pregnant. No offence Liv but we don't know what effect your uh, super sperm will have on someone." Peter rolled his eyes and Gwen motioned to the pair. "Liv's not a Symbiote host or Enhanced. It could be poisonous for all we know."

Liv was leaning against the desk. As she was naked and only had her arms to hold herself up she looked up.

"Little help?" she asked and Gwen moved to help her up while Peter moved back and pulled up his slacks, finding Livs in the process. While he helped her get them back on she held onto his shoulders and spoke to Gwen.

"Oh, Peter's super sperm as you call it should be fine. The Symbiotes only produce super toxic materials when threatened. Killing off a sexual partner, from an evolutionary point of view, would be disastrous."

Liv had not failed to notice that while she spoke, Gwen had been eyeing her up. She knew that both Gwen and Felicia shared a bed. Would she be open to Liv’s advances as well? That was for another day. Right now, she wanted to enjoy her post-coitus come down, and then see if Peter would be ready for round two.

"Although Ms Stacy you do raise an interesting point. Does Peter’s sperm have any beneficial effects on the women he ejaculates into? Or does it have symbiotic qualities that can be passed on to potential offspring?" Liv asked Gwen whose eyes lit up. MJ just shook her head, and Felicia whispered "nerds" under her breath.