Spider-Man. The House Of Venom

"Uh, Venom. Can we?" she asked and she pulled herself tightly to him. It was too much. She could feel his heart beating as she held herself close to him. The faint spicy smell of his pheromone was making her want him. She slid a hand over her ass and pulled her into a very obvious bulge. She wasn't the only one affected.

"While we swing?" Venom asked her. He got his answer as she moved and straddled him. His symbskin parted and she felt the tip of his erection pressing against her entrance. She didn't even answer as she guided him into her. Every time he let go, they fell and a new line jerked them suddenly, thrusting him into her. Each swing bought her closer to the feelings she so desperately wanted.

She knew she needed to be nicer. She just had to admit her feelings to Peter, and the rest and they would accept her. She just needed to let them in.

As she wrapped her legs around him she whispered, “please,” and she imagined that he held her a little bit tighter.

She felt a connection to him, not just physically and as she held tightly onto him she felt warmth. A sense of belonging and she realised that she needed to stop pushing him, and the others away. Her relationship with Gwen was creating hostility. Her lack of connection to MJ doing the same. As he lost herself in the pleasure she never even noticed they had landed.

Feeling a loss as he moved out of her she was surprised as he turned her and pressed her against the water tower. He thrust into her from behind, uncaring and not gently, and took her once more.

Holding her up as her legs became jelly and buckled under her. As her cries rang out across the rooftops she lost herself. She no longer cared what he did, only that he didn't stop. She felt him release inside her, filling her with the heat and passion she craved.

She turned once she felt his flood finish. “Pete, I,” but he pulled her into his arms.

"You can fix it, but you need to be honest," he said as he cupped the side of her cheek with his hand.

She wrapped herself around him once more. She nodded, "then, honestly. I want more." Surprisingly, he was hard and inside her before she could finish.

This time was slow and gentle. She kissed the side of his face and whined softly as the orgasm he was creating built slowly. He was tender. She could feel every inch of him as it slid into her.

She squeaked as a hand cupped her ass and a finger slipped between her cheeks. As it became slick he rubbed and gently slid its tip into her ass.

“Bad girls still need to be punished,” but she didn't care.

She nodded, “then punish me. Hard.” She knew from MJ what it felt like, and as his finger slid into her, she now knew why MJ loved it.

She would let him have anything he wanted, her mouth, her ass, and she would love him. Huntress would normally be laughing at her, but she could feel her pleasure adding to her own. Huntress would fight anyone, but not Peter. She saw Venom as her equal and would give herself to him.

“Please,” she whispered as she tried to find the breath to speak. The pleasure was building to an intense level, and she kissed the side of his neck,

He looked at her with his piercing brown eyes, full of love and lust. “Beg,” he said and she whined as he slowed, delaying her climax.

Her legs trembled as the smaller waves rippled through her,

"Please Pete, please, oh god, please. In, please inside,” she could barely speak, panting and whining as he drove her organ to a new height.

He pushed her back against the tower and thrust as far inside as he could go. She felt the scorching hot tip of his cock touch the furthest end of her insides. At the back, his finger slipped in and out of her ass, burying itself as far as she could take it.

Her mind exploded in blissful waves of heavenly ecstasy. Her world went black and all she could feel was his heart beating through the tip of his cock. Huntress purred as he flooded her with that wonderful cum. Huntress devoured it with gusto, quivering in her own private heaven. Her orgasm only added to Felicia's.

He led her, feeling her shiver and whimper, clutching him tightly.

“I.” she swallowed “I’m fine, you can uh,” she giggled before clearing her throat. “You can take your finger out my ass now.” It was not something she ever imagined asking anyone, let alone Peter.

Her legs slipped down and she wobbled slightly as he left her feeling satisfied but empty.

“The girls will want to know we’re okay, “ he said, and Felicia nodded, “you should.” but she pressed a finger to his lips.

“I know.” She stretched, hearing her neck and shoulder crack. As she worked her post-orgasm muscles back into shape, she felt great, now just to try walking in a straight line. “Give me five okay?”

Peter nodded, watching as she wiggled towards the hatch. She was rough, brusk, but he cared about her. Plus, watching her legs tremble as she walked was kinda funny.

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Felicia dropped into the warehouse. Gwen's home light was on but the curtains were open, whereas MJ’s were closed.

She took a breath and sighed. There would never be an easy time for this, and even if MJ didn't want to hear it, she needed to.

Leaping over the railing she waved as Peter descended and headed into his own home. He gave her a thumbs up, and she shook her head at him.

Felicia knocked on the door, and waited until MJ opened the door a crack and peered out at her,

Shit, this is awkward. “Hey MJ, uh. Can we talk?”

MJ hesitated for a moment but Huntress felt Muse stir within her and she nodded.

MJ stood in front of her couch with her arms crossed, while Felicia stayed near the doorway. It was obvious that Muse was keeping MJ calm, even if Felicia could feel the anger and annoyance at her intrusion.

Shit, She is really mad.

“It was Gwen, okay. We started dating and it was all roses and chocolates and hot, really hot sex. But then you came back and bam, it was MJ this and MJ that, and then.”

Fucking fucky fuck

Stop being a coward, tell her, then take her

“She said your name during sex,” Felicia admitted, ignoring Huntress's advice.

MJ stiffened and rubbed a hand over her forehead. “Fine. Sit and explain.” MJ wanted to be mad at her, but she could understand why now.

MJ flopped back onto her couch and grabbed a pillow, holding it in front of her like a barrier.

Felicia sat on one of the chairs, “Gwen and I were a couple. Well, you know that, but yeah. You came back. Gwen started to talk more about you, about your uh, thing.” I hate this, can't she just. Felicia had an idea. “So yeah, I was jealous. Nobody wants their girlfriend to start talking about another woman.”

MJ raised an eyebrow, but she was still stone-faced. Not quite glaring but still waiting for an explanation.

“I’m sorry. I thought that with Gwen and you, and uh Pete that there was no place for me, that you were replacing me.” Felicia wished she had her own pillow to hide behind,

Huntress, can you?

No, not bonded to a coward. Tell her, I am not stopping you from being so pathetic, face your pain like a warrior.

Felicia leaned forwards, and blinked away tears, “I thought I would lose her, and then, she was sleeping. We’d just had sex and I was so happy, and then she giggled and said your name. It was,” Felicia lifted her head and wiped her eyes with her sleeve.

If you snot on me, I kill you.

Felicia snorted, “stupid, I'm so fucking stupid. MJ I'm sorry. I didn't want to lose her. I can't I just.” but MJ dived over and as Felicia held her she sobbed.

“Stupid bitch. You are so fucking stupid.” MJ said with venom. “Gwen loves you, and so does Pete. If you’d just.”

Felica snorted, “I know that now! I mean, I've got Gwen and you in here. Poison is a little shit and Muse is a big queen, and you, I never knew.”

MJ placed both her hands on Felicia's shoulders, “I know. Nobody did because of Flash. But well, I guess Huntress knows.”

MJ stood, “but there is a third person who needs to be told this.”

Felicia frowned and then shook her head, “Oh no, you can't, You can't.

MJ snorted, "Watch me blubber butt.”

She moved to the door. “Gwen get your blonde ass over here right now.”

Felicia was still sitting with her hands in her head, “oh shit.”

MJ waited at her door as the bubbly Gwen bounced over. She slumped as she saw Felicia sitting with puffy red eyes, rubbing her hands over her face.

“Uh guys, was it bad?” Gwen asked as she moved towards Felicia.

“Uh uh blondie bear, sit your ass down.” MJ grabbed her and marched her over to the couch and pushed her down.

“What the hell MJ?” Gwen asked as she was manhandled. She knew Peter was stronger than her but MJ didn’t even train.

“What the hell? Felicia is what the hell, and me. Now, shut the hell up and listen.” MJ forcefully pointed a finger at her.

“What the fucking hell are you playing at Gwen huh?” I get it. You got your wish. You got Pete, you got Felicia and then you got me involved. This isn't a fucking game for us though. Pete loves all of us, you, me and Felicia. But you're being a bitch about it.” MJ berated her.

Gwen was shocked, “uh what?”

“You know why I haven't had sex with you? I want to, but you're so goddam pushy. I knew, even once and it’d be puppy Gwen. Begging for treats, just like Poison. Always pushing and getting in a pissy mood when someone dares to tell the great Gwen Stacey no.” MJ continued.

Felicia nodded, “you said MJ’s name after sex, and uh.”

Gwen's eyes widened in surprise, “I did not!”

Felicia sighed, “You did, and I was scared I would lose you.”

Gwen slumped back, “shit, I didn’t. I wouldn't.” Gwen straightened up and cleared her throat, “I am sorry.” She shook her head, looking guilty, “I wanted this, all four of us, but I never meant to hurt anyone.”

MJ moved over to Felica and lay a hand on her shoulder, “Do we forgive her?”

“No sex with Pete for a week.” Felicia stated, “argue and it's a month.”

Gwen threw her hands up in frustration, but when she saw the angry looks on both MJ and Felicia's faces, “Fine.” She slumped back, “I am sorry you know.”

Felica lay her hand on MJ’s and rubbed it, “we know. Huntress isn’t as difficult as Muse or Poison. I think I can feel your thoughts, You’re angry that we accused you, guilty that you upset us,” Felicia laughed. Looking over at Gwen. “And you're feeling horny as MJ is so damn hot when she gets mad.”

MJ raised an eyebrow “no!”

Felicia laughed, “Really?”

MJ looked down and pursed her lips, “no.”

“Huntress says otherwise.”

MJ lifted her hands and crossed her arms, “Huntress can suck a dick. No.”

“I uh, I’m confused,” Gwen asked.

“I have memories. From Poison and Muse. I know you like Pete to cum in your mouth, you told him that the first time you had sex, and I uh.” Felicia looked over at MJ who frowned but shrugged, “I let Peter stick it in my butt 'cause MJ likes it like that.”

Gwen frowned, “the Symbiotes had genetic memory? From parent to offspring?”

“Uh?” Felicia looked over at MJ blankly, who shrugged, “sure. Yeah.”

Gwen rolled her eyes, “You know what MJ knows, who knows what I know.”

“Well, the Symbiotes do, but you know. You could have just said that.” Felicia smirked as she scolded Gwen, “plus, there is one more thing. We need to clear the air.”

MJ threw her hands up “NO!”

Felicia snorted, “Like you have a choice. I’m not dealing with her royal pissiness 'cause you won't admit your feelings.”

“Fine. But shut up while I say. If we’re having this sharing session It’s my choice and my life.” MJ paused and took a breath, but paused again. She knew what was going to happen as soon as she opened her mouth.

Felicia just shook her head. “MJ likes to eat pussy by proxy. Once Peter has his little Gwenny, she sneaks over and cleans up your mess.”

Gwen shrugged, “I  already knew. I mean, you’re not exactly subtle you know.  I mean, If you let me I’d do the same, hell I’d eat you out after Pete finished in you.”

MJ looked down at Felica, “It does sound kinda hot,”

Felicia blinked a few times, “Pete and I just uh.”

MJ crossed her arms. “No, not without Pete. Plus, I’m mad at you both.”

Gwen shrugged, “Sorry MJ. I,” and she sighed, “I’ve liked girls for a long time, and you know. You're kinda hot.”

Felicia glared at Gwen,

“Oh shut the hell up., You’re hot as well. I should get credit for having great taste.”

Felicia snorted, “kiss ass.”

Gwen shrugged, “if you want,” and blew her a kiss.

Felicia laughed and shook her head and then sighed, “so? We good?”

MJ looked over at Gwen, “as long as you leave it until I'm ready.”

Gwen looked guilty, “I'm sorry. I didn't realise.”

MJ softly misled and moved over, sliding into a hug with Gwen.

“It’s fine. But uh, I kinda have an idea for his birthday,” MJ said with a small grin.