Spider-Man. The House Of Venom

Feeling better than she had in years, Liv closed the door to Peter's home. It would be strange now. She was healing and the stiffness in her limbs was slowly fading into an unpleasant memory.

It was customary for her to sleep alone, with Peter only a door away. It was unpleasant but necessary that he was available during the night. This time, however, as Ravage told her the holes in her back were almost closed, she was staying the night.

He was busy unfolding the Murphy bed as she sat on the couch.

“Peter. I know we've had sex before, and I know we've done what we can but now.” Liv took a breath. “Now I can move and walk again, now we can both enjoy our lovemaking I have a request. Please, don't go all weird, don't panic, for my first time with proper feeling I want something special." Now was also the time to let him know what she was really like and hope he didn’t reject her.

“Uh, sure Liv sure,” Peter lay back in his bed but he frowned as Liv spoke, “So uh?”

“My ass, I want it in my ass,” she said as he raised an eyebrow. “Peter, don't push this, just nod and get the lube.”

“Okay okay,” Peter leaned over and grabbed the bottle of laced lube they all used. Liv grinned and lifted off her blouse and shimmied from her skirt. She didn't want foreplay. She didn't want tender careful sex brought on by fear of damaging her spine further.

She wanted fucked. Hard.

She crawled up the bed turned and got on all fours. with a generous application, Peter smeared it all over her little pink hole, and it twitched as he touched it. Liv sighed as his fingers worked over her, and gasped softly as a finger began to work its way into her.

He rubbed her pussy with his other clean hand. He let his fingers pinch her clit while he gently massaged her ass.

Liv was pushing back agsint him. Wanting more, feeling a deep hunger as Ravage echoed her feelings and amplified them. “That's, that's enough. In, in me now and standing.” He wiped his hand on a cloth and a little sanitiser and pressed the tip of his cock against the lubed hole.

He slowly pushed himself in. He slid forward an inch and let her accept him before moving forward again.

"Peter, I'm not hurt any more. Fuck me." It was frustrating when he would stop.

He felt her muscles relax and with a few strokes slid inside her. The muscles tightened around the base of his cock and the squeezing made him almost cum into her there and then. Taking control of his orgasm he let it fade back and she sighed and moaned.

“Move, please,” she demanded and he began to slide back out.

He was slow, letting her feel every inch of him slip in and out. It was for his enjoyment as well as she groaned with every thrust. Her ass was amazingly tight, going as far as gripping him and almost refusing to let him go. With each stroke inwards she moaned.

"Oh, harder Peter. Please, harder." He picked up the pace. The lube let him glide in without having to force and eventually, her cries of passion were highest. "Cum oh fuck, Cum," and he let loose a torrent of hot sticky cum into her. She let out a muffled cry as, for once, her insides felt the hot rush and Ravage screamed in joy as she tasted him as well.

She slid forwards and lay panting on the bed. It had been glorious.

He had slipped out of her and was cleaning himself, a basin of warm water was there and he guessed that was what it was for.

Liv gently ran one hand over Peter's torse she looked at him, hesitant to admit her true feelings. “Um Peter, can I uh, ask you something?” He finished cleaning himself, smiling as she stretched. “If I uh, told you I liked it rough, not really rough but maybe spanking or a crop, would you?”

And Peter sat down, “I dunno Liv, I don't like the idea of hurting you.” He also had a bad experience with Elektra, who liked to give as good as she got, which he knew he didn’t like. He had enough of everyone telling him he was weak for years. He didn’t need it in the bedroom as well. "Elektra went kinda nuts. I mean, safe word, ropes? It wasn't my kind of thing."

“What if I told you that I liked it?” she asked, “I'm sorry but,” and she paused before she continued, afraid of his reaction,

He smiled and ran a finger down her arm, “It's okay, say it.”

“Fine, I like sex Peter, not just like everyone else. I mean, anytime you want sex come to see me. Want to cum in my mouth you can, on my face, my tits, my pussy, my ass, want to watch me fuck someone else, I will. Toys, crops, anal, both holes, talk dirty, shout at me, curse me, I love it all, Peter. No strangulation though, tried that and it went badly, but if you want to tie me up you can. Want me to spank you? I will, I really love you Peter and I don't want to hide it. I love sex, I like it with you and we can do anything really, anything, just don't hate me.”

“Uh, why now, I mean, it's been a good few months since you got here, so?”

“Rules. When I grew up women were seen and not heard. Norman was like that, Harry was like that. I've been called a slut, a whore, and every name under the sun. Women aren't supposed to like sex. We tolerate it to get pregnant and you'd be surprised how many people have that attitude." Liv leant back. "I'm tired of acting like that's okay. Once wasn't enough. What we just did isn't enough Peter and I want more. I want to feel every inch of you and taste every inch of you. God, even now I feel you in me and I want it again.” Liv shook her head, “See? Even you're looking at me like the rest,” she patted his hand and sighed, “It's fine, it's fine.”

Peter flipped her over and pinned her, an arm tight around her neck digging his hands into her and pulling her hair. He growled in her ear. “Don't tell me what I like. Elektra told me what I should and shouldn't like. What I was supposed to do." He slid into her burying himself in her to his balls. "You want to be my whore, then I'll fuck you like one."

Liv was gone though. Her pussy was full of him and it clenched and ached with each stroke. He pounded her and she moaned and cried out, he accepted her and she took it all.

They slapped together as he thrust harder and harder into her. He grabbed a handful of hair and leant back, forcing her to arch her back. She moaned and cried out louder and louder as he did. He came inside her pussy and filled it. Then, without warning, pulled out and into her ass. He was forceful and trusted again and again as she cried his name over and over.

He slapped her ass, "You want this? You want to be fucked?" Liv could barely moan an answer before Peter slid out and flipped her. "Take it." He grunted as he came. Thick spurts covered her pussy, he moved and more shot over her stomach and breasts. "One more," he said as he slid up the bed and let a final spurt cover her face. He panted, seeing Liv laying back, with a smile on her face and a body covered in his cum.

"Uh, shit. I Uh." he began but she just started giggling.

“More. Fuck me like a whore. Fuck me till I scream,” she laughed. "Oh, wait." Fumbling over she pulled out a bright pink rabbit vibrator from her night cabinet. “This, please?”

"Now?" he asked as Liv was busy sliding batteries into it.

"It's been fifteen years Peter. So yes, now, and then again and again until I can't walk."

Peter winced but Liv just laughed. "Too soon?"

Peter snorted out a small laugh, "At least we still have the chair."

Liv rolled her eyes and lay on her side, tilting one leg and resting her foot on her other knee. "I'll put you in that damn thing if you don't get over here Mr Parker."

He lay behind her and rubbed cream over her already wet slit. Lifting up her leg, he wrapped it around his own and grabbing her hips he slid into her ass once more. Liv groaned and adjusted the vibrator to the speed she wanted, she slid it into her pussy.

She bit back a cry, and even Peter had to admit that feeling the added pressure of the dildo was amazing. She had to hold it as he thrust in and out of her, each of his movements threatening to dislodge it. Laughing he webbed into her.

“Tell me if this hurts though,” and she nodded as he slid back inside her. She whined as he mercilessly pounded her ass, filling her once more.

“Call me a whore, please. Tell me I’m a slut. Fuck me, fuck your little whore, fuck me,” she whined as he thrust into her, and while he felt slightly stupid, he obliged.

“Whore. Take it, take my fucking cock you slut." With a free hand, he grabbed at her chest, rubbing his fingers over her nipples.

She grabbed his hand and squeezed instead, roughly pinching them. "Harder, you can be rougher."

His face burned with embarrassment. It was difficult to be so crass but he got into it. As he saw the look on Liv's face, he saw how much she loved it.

He had a thought and rather than cleaning himself he rippled a layer of symbskin over his cock as he pulled out. He knew Ravage would deal if he wasn't clean but he felt it would be fine.

The dildo slid from her sopping wet pussy. Liv whimpered in complaint but Peter slid it up her ass while he thrust into the front.

"On my back," Liv asked and Peer webbed the dildo into her while turning her, never leaving either hole empty.

She lay on her back, letting her hands roam over his abs, squeezing and feeling the muscular body of her lover. "Oh Pete, please, mouth, please. I need to taste you."

He pulled out and slid up, kneeling over her. She slid a pillow under her head and began to suck on his cock.

She gasped at his buttocks as her head slid up and down his length. It was amazing as she took him as deep as she could there was no discomfort, only pleasure. As she moved back and forth his hand rubbed the webbed dildo. He pressed it in and out, loving her moans as he pleasured her while she pleasured him.

“Suck it. Suck my cock and drink my cum.”

Peter found he was definitely into this. It might only be Liv but the dirty talk, the freedom of being able to cut loose, in more ways than one. This he didn't mind. Elektra wanted violence. She wanted to let him know she was in charge and he was hers to do with as she pleased. Liv just wanted it rough. No blood, a little pain and a lot of dirty talk.

Even with his last orgasm barely faded he let loose another jet and she took all of it. She swallow as much as she could and the rest she let dribble down her chest. She licked him and rubbed it over her face, letting him coat her. Ravage barely let any escape as she lapped up the cum Liv missed. She lay there satisfied for the first time in over fifteen years. Panting, she sighed happily as each part of her ached in a way they never had. She had found someone who would give her what she wanted.

Peter collapsed next to her, exhausted for once. He never had the chance to reach the limits of his stamina, Gwen was too sensitive. Felicia took what she wanted and no more, and MJ was away filming more often than not. His sex life was fulfilling, just not all at once.

Sweat glistened on both of them as they touched shoulders and Liv gently kissed the top of his head. “Give me a few,” and panting, she undid the webbing and slipped the dildo out of her ass, “and again?”

He grinned and nodded. Liv was insatiable. "On all fours." He commanded and she turned over. Holding the dildo with one hand,  he slipped into her, burying himself to her limit. He purposefully thickened his cock, filling her until he felt the end of her passageway. Alternating with his own thrust, he slid the dildo in and out of her ass. He would let his cock almost slip out before he pushed it as far as it would go.

Liv moaned and bit the pillow as she played with her clit. "Yes, hard, please harder."

Holding the dildo with one hand, grabbing her small but firm ass with one hand he slapped her other side with a hand. He felt slightly self-conscious as striking her. None of the others had expressed an interesting roughness. Elektra didn't count. Her idea of rough was a leather whip. He still tried. “You like that?”

As he spanked her she cried. “Please, more, please." Each time he struck her. Each time he smacked her she felt herself cum more and more. It wasn't too much. With Ravage she felt the pain, but it spiralled into her orgasm and drove them both over the edge. It drove her already steady orgasm into the large tidal wave she wanted. She cried out, “Fuck your whore, fuck her hard.”

Peter wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her head back. He felt her tighten around him and even if she didn’t say, she was enjoying herself.

Liv was slick with her own cum as well as his and he came inside her. "Clean me," he ordered her and as she lay panting she weakly nodded and shuffled around. He shoved his cock into her mouth still sticky and covered in her fluid. She hungrily sucked on it, taking a few mouthfuls before starting to lick him up and down.

Taking his entire length in her mouth he was merciless as he hardened once more. As she bobbed back and forth, she deepthroated him, letting Ravage extend her windpipe. Peter hadn't shrunk down and the massive member was more than a mouthful. Liv was enthusiastic and as she was very talented, he came quickly.

Even as she let him facefuck her she loved each second of it. He was tender but merciless. He used her as he saw fit, but he also knew her. She took what he gave her and was not disappointed.

As he came she gulped and when her mouth was full she just let it spill out over her breasts. She didn't care and was unashamed of her cock worship.

Without question, she cleaned him. Licking not just her cum but his and gently stroking him as their mutual orgasms began to fade.

Sweating and panting, even Peter knew his stamina apparently had limits and he was spent. Since the accident and his enhancement, he had been slowly learning biology from Gwen. His first attempt to create acid webs had just given him indigestion as he attempted to use stomach acid. After a telling-off about screwing with things he didn't know about, he picked up a text box. Even though he could remove toxic build-up from his cells, his stamina wasn't limitless. Checking the clock it was six am and spending not just the evening but most of the night fucking was his limit. He figured that even he couldn’t cum anymore as he wilted under even Liv’s gentle kisses.

As they lay back in the bed, she unwebbed herself and let the dildo fall to the floor. She didn't care about the mess and for once, she was completely fulfilled, except for one thing.

“I am having a cigarette," Liv announced as she lifted the corner of the mattress. She took out a single packet, took one out and lit it, taking a deep draw. Her moan was almost as loud as the ones she had been making during sex.

Peter raised an eyebrow. “Curt isn't the best spy in the world you know." As Peter lay back next to her for once he didn't care, taking it from her he took a draw, pulled a face and handed it back. Peter shook his head. "No, I'll fit an air purifier for you. The rush was nice, but that tastes awful."

She laughed but she still lay back to enjoy her cigarette. Given that Ravage was purring, happy with the sex, and had now discovered the joys of nicotine. It was not a habit she was willing to give up.