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“Let's see…” Peter yawns as he webslings, tired at the late night shift he's been doing, “…what's next on the list. Fought off Doc Ock's latest take over the world plot, got cracked ribs from Rhino, got stung a few times by Scorpion, what else?”

Then he sees Black Cat running and hopping across roofs, making him groan loudly as he just wants to sleep in his bed. “Let's get this over with.” He yawned and goes to her, landing in front of her.

Felicia, having anticipated it, smiles sexily and says, “Hey, handsome. Been wondering when you…” She paused as she takes notice of his appearance, and the smell.

She frowns, concern, and asks him, “You alright, Pete?”

“Hmm?” He blinks and shakes his head fast. “Uh, yeah. I'm okay.” He yawns again and tries to focus on the cat burglar. ‘Hehe. Cat burglar…’ He yawns once more and barely standing.

Felicia walks to him and says, “Maybe you should go home. I'm not doing any stealing tonight, and I can cover for you.” Sensing his protest, she speaks before him. “I may not be as spidery as you but this kitty cat has claws. Please go home. Go and rest.”

Peter stares at her for a moment before whispering, “Thank you,” and webslings away to his apartment with Felicia's worried expression on him.

“…and with Hydra, A.I.M. and every other hostile organizations lowering their heads, we need to be ready for any attacks they'll come up with. Any questions or comments before we end this meeting?” Captain America looks around and sees Clint's hand raised.

“Yeah. Just one.” Hawkeye started, grinning. “When do we give pillows to Web-Head?” The rest of the Avengers look at Peter, seeing his swaying state and head looking at the table.

“Peter? You okay there, son?” Steve asks, worried about Peter.

“Yeah, yeah… I'm alright. Just let me know when the meeting's over.”

“The meeting's already over, Pete.” Jennifer replies, looking at him.

“Oh. Let me know if you find a comfortable spot.” Peter corrected himself, barely up.

“So what made you go up all night? Couldn't stop that rabbit thief or accidentally got in the middle of a fight between the X-Men and Juggernaut?” Tony smirks at the vigilante, liking the aftermath of this meeting already.

“Blah, blah… blah. I'm… not get… ting out of… this… chair…” He yawned and trailed off like a robot before his head hit the glass table, making Tony and Clint laugh while the others can only look at Spidey with a mix of concern and exasperation.

They admire his character, always helping the little guys they themselves forget, unfortunately. He has grown into a strong man from a kid that barely got his act together. But he's overworking himself to death and not taking a break, breathing easy.

“I got him.” Carol gets up and picks up the tired spider, carrying him over her shoulder.

“When he wakes up, somebody tells him he's on temporary leave until he's more healthy and awake.” They all nod in agreement - except Clint -  with Carol walking out of the room.

Jennifer closes her eyes for a bit as the members leave the room until she gets an idea. Something that might help Peter to relax. She grins as it could work, just needs a few people, the location and the like but it's perfect.

She just needs to convince them along with the help of a few for good measure.

-3 days later-

Peter lays on his couch, trying to relax.

When he woke up and was told he was on leave three days ago, he was a little upset but he knew they were right. But even then he still continued his Spider-Man duties but his apprentice Miles and Ava told him they will take care of New York while he just rests, of course with Ava she practically ordered him.

A bit testy for a tiger, he smiled. Even after graduating from the Ultimates, she's still the same strong girl he befriended.

He's feeling better but he has a feeling that won't be enough to come back on the team, nor on the streets. And if he's being honest with himself, he's feeling bored.

All he has been doing these last three days is just making new gadgets, watching movies and Horizon Labs is busy remodeling so he went back to one of his old jobs, photographing for the Daily Bugle. Part-time once more, of course.

Peter's thankful for the unemployment benefits and Jameson letting him back in but he's been Spider-Man for so long, he has the urge to go out and make bad jokes at criminals and villains alike, and sometimes working with his fellow street-level heroes.

Knock-knock-knock

He sits up after hearing a couple of knocks on the door before getting up and was about to walk to the door when he sees a white envelope slipped under the door.

‘What?’ He walks to the paper and picks it up but opens the door to ask, only to find no one in the hallways. He gets his guards up, just in case there was something dangerous that evaded his Spider-Sense. The experiences with Symbiotes, Skrulls, Mysterio and the like were hell for him.

Peter opens the envelope slowly, watching for anything that could be a sign of trouble. To his relief, it was just a letter but no name. Concerning but may as well read it.

Dear Mr. Parker,

You have been invited to an island that is far from civilization, a place to relax.

“Well that's not ominous.” He continues reading.

The island has a building filled with rooms, a pool, a cafeteria and more for your own needs. You are the first person to visit the island which makes you the guest of honor. We hope you accept our invitation and enjoy your days to the max, however long you may wish.

The offer sounded too good to be true. Peter knows he sounds paranoid but when it comes to his life, he can't always afford to be the fool. On the other hand, it could be what Peter needs and it might not even be a supervillain plot or a wackbag plot. He knows the difference between those two.

Peter thinks about this, thinking on what'll happen to New York. ‘It'll still be there. You're not the only hero.’ But what about his apartment? He needs to pay rent to keep it and find someone to be in his apartment while he's away. ‘Just ask Ava. She'd be more than happy to help out an old friend!’ But what about the villainous organizations? They could still attack any day of the week. ‘The Avengers have dealt with them before Spider-Man joined them.’

Peter's hand goes to his forehead, holding it as he feels a headache and mutters, “I'm starting to sound like a crazy person.” He looks at note and decided that he will go on vacation, preferably two months. He'll inform the others about his plans.

This could be what Peter needed and if it is an evil plot to take over/destroy/revolutionize the world cliché, he'll stop it and then just relax on the island.

He knows better than to tempt Parker Luck so he'll be on the lookout. What it'll be, he doesn’t know but better safe than sorry.

‘Better call Ava and see if she's willing to house sit my apartment for two months. She's a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, so she can easily pay my rent.’ With that said, he goes over the phone and calls her, going to tell her about him going missing for two months.

While he waits for the phone call to get picked up, someone on the roof across from his home walks away.

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Two months. Absolute two months of relax and no Spider-Man duty. Peter can still barely believe it and yet, he is on a boat with an anxiety despite assurances that New York will survive without him.

He left on May 13th in the early hours, on a boat with a reclusive sailor. Peter takes a deep breath, trying to not overthink things. He really doesn't want to be paranoid and think the world is out to get him, some shadowy organization wanting him for his blood or something like that but if it did, he'll survive and then just rest on the island.

Yes it's dumb to do so should it be a trap but damnit! He will have his vacation!

Peter gets a book out of his suitcase and reads War of the Worlds, both part 1 and 2 and reads it right at the beginning. This is his favorite book, having read it multiple times when he was only 13. It even relates to his own experiences with aliens, but more bipedal and humanoid than an octopus from Mars.

Actually, are there Martians? Maybe no longer around or in hiding, but what if there were? Huh. Food for thought.

He shrugs and reads his book, reading the inky words on the pages and getting lost in the world that survived first contact.

He was in Chapter 4 when he gets called by the sailor they're here. The gruff man tells him to get off the boat and enjoy the rest of his day, walking away while he grumbles crazy rich people.

Peter would've corrected the man but left it alone and just looked at the island.

The island in question is quite big and the white sands seem to stretch on. There are coconut trees with a few hammocks tied up, each with a flower design.

But the building in question is quite the fancy kind that many rich people would go to. The colors of the walls are white, tall about six story and small enough to be a boutique kind. The building on says Royal Respite, which sounds kinda nice.

But the thing is there isn't a soul in sight. Might be here early and they're just getting ready. He'll take a look around as he gets off the boat with his book and suitcase.

He's already in his orange swim trunks, white sleeveless shirt with it under the red Hawaiian shirt.

Peter sets his suitcase to the nearest hammock and takes a walk on the island, maybe even naming it Parker Island. He gives a chuckle out of that. It would be nice having his own and personal island.

Eight minutes of traveling shows that the island is decently large and could certainly be an ideal destination. Still no signs of anyone but he'll sleep on the hammock and wait and see.

-28 Minutes Later-

Peter moves a little when a sound shifts and he smells something familiar with few exceptions. Then he hears whispers, something about him.

He opens his eyes to see something green with a round black in the middle. ‘Strange. I don't remember anything about that. Wait…’

Then it blinks. He yelps which even surprises him and tries to jump out but instead spins the hammock without control before he gets tied up in it and falls down face first.

Then he hears laughter and looks up to see Ororo, Emma and Jean standing over him while they giggle at the reaction he pulled off.

“Uh, hey guys.” Peter blushes in embarrassment.

Jean, still amused, replies chuckling, “Hello, Peter.”

Peter moves around and asks them to help him get out of it, with Jean and Emma using their combined telekinesis to get him out of it. He gets up and thanks them but then realizes their presence along with the bikinis and sunscreen.

“Wait a minute. I know what's going on.”

The ladies exchange quick worried expressions.

“You've been invited to relax as well, haven't you?” He smiles at them, making them relieved he doesn't know yet.

“Actually, Peter,” Ororo starts, “we've invited you.”

“Oh.” He's a little surprised they invited him. At least he can take things easy now. “If you're here, then what about the others?”

“Well the others are relaxing and keeping things calm. We figured we could use this time to relax ourselves and a friend called us to make sure you would be relaxing as well.” Emma explained, smiling slightly.

“Well, how many of you are there?”

“Including the three of us, 37 ladies.” Jean answered, making Peter nodded before he stopped and looked at her wide eye.

“T-there's 37 of you?” They nodded innocently, making him gulp a little. “C-cool. Awkward… but cool.”

The veteran X-Women grin at his shyness, thinking in agreement it's adorable. Which makes it more exciting as to what they have in store for him.

They talk about what's been going on in their lives, what they're doing and the like. They talked about a few minutes until they decided to have lunch.

As they walk in the building, Peter observes the walls on the inside are peach, the floor is carpeted and purple, two black couches, five chairs. He would’ve been confused by the lack of a receptionist but somehow this building is for them and the ladies, so he just accepts it as it is.

They find the cafeteria and Peter sees other heroines, anti-heroines and villainesses. But there's no animosity between them, except Titania and She-Hulk but that's normal. Huh. Must be a truce of some sort.

No matter, he supposed. He came here for a vacation and that's what he's gonna do.

He walks with the X-Women but notices the women are giving him glances. Were they not informed because this could make things awkward very fast. He focus on the plate, then grabs it and puts some food on it.

He walks around aimlessly to see any available seats and sees Purple Hayes, who goes by Nosferata in her hometown Visigoth, Massachusetts. He walks over to the table she's sitting at, talking to Rahne Sinclair and Satana Hellstrom.

She has a raven-black hair, long to reach the mid back and curly while her lips are colored purple and wears a yellow-and-purple halter bikini.

Purple notices him and gives him her usual smile, teeth out and the feels of the predator eyeing him. Yep, same old Purple, he thought when he sets the plate and sits down.

“Hey, Webhead. Been a while since you were last in Visigoth.” Purple said, smiling normally.

“Yeah. Sorry, Orlok. None of my rogues went to your place this time and I was… a bit busy.” He looks at Rahne and Satana. “Hey, Wolf. Hey, Satana.”

They greeted him back with the demoness winking at him.

Satana purrs, saying, “Been hoping to see you again, Petey. Been lonely without your sense of humor and chivalrous nature.”

“Down girl.” Rahne replied, slapping gently on the demon's shoulder. The demon responded by sticking her tongue out at Rahne, which the wolf woman rolls her eyes. Rahne smiles at Peter, “Good to see you again, Spider.”

“Same to you and everyone, which I gotta ask. Why are some of the villains here? Not that I have a problem with it, just curious.”

“Since you're curious,” Purple started, “We'll tell you. They are here because they wanted a break from their routines. So when they heard about the heroes wanting a vacation as well, Amora was kind enough to cast a spell to create a paradise for us. Don't worry about them knowing your identity, they respect you a lot.”

“Oh, well, I think Storm, Jean and Emma didn't tell you there would be a—”

“Actually they did.” Rahne spoke, reassuring him. “Us ladies aren't worried about you taking advantages of us.”

“And if you are, I wouldn't mind you doing so.” Rahne slaps Satana on the head while Peter blushes a little at the innuendo.

“Having a party without me, Peter?” He turns around to see Felicia walking to them with a smirk on her. “You know it's not fair to have fun without little ol' me.” She leans a little which makes him blush as her valley of breasts are seen. Unbeknownst to him, the ladies of the table grin.

“Uh,” he clears his throat and speaks. “Nothing… like that. Just socializing really.” He averts his eyes from her body, looking down at his lap.

Nighttime arrives and everyone clocks out, sleeping in their rooms on the second, third, fourth and fifth.

Peter's on the third floor and the room is in the middle of the hallway.

He's in his sleepwear, wearing a grey t-shirt and green shorts. He looks around at his room once more.

There are red walls, black floor, fancy drawers and an ocean view. His bed is queen size, white blanket and round black pillows.

Peter is amazed that Amora can make something like this but concluded that magic is bullshit.

He goes to his bed, slips in and sleeps. But then he hears his name whispered and opens his eyes to see Emma by his right bedside. She is still wearing her diamond studded bikini.

“Hey, Emma. Is there a problem?” He asked, curious as to why she's in his room.

She shakes her head. “Nothing of the sort, Peter.” Then her eyes turn intense as she slowly gets on the bed and straddles on him. “I do believe you need to know something. The girls have invited you for relaxation, yes. But there is more to it. You see, we want you.”

She moves her hands behind her back and unties her bikini, exposing her C-cups while she smirks at him. Peter eyes widens and his breath hitches.

She leans down and gets close to his face. “Just imagine, Parker. Two months of women. Two months of having fun with us. And we all want you.”

They stay there for a few moments before she gets up and walks away, swaying her hips while Peter watches her. Then she stops by the doorway.

“Oh, and by the way.” She looks at him. “You can keep the top. I'll be sunbathing tomorrow.” She walks out and closes the door with her powers.

Peter stares at the top on his chest before slowly picking it up, gulping. Two months. Two months of being around women that all want him.

He's nervous and scared but a small part of him feels excited. He has no idea what to do and so lays down, staring at the ceiling.

Tomorrow would be different and it scares him, for different reasons.

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Peter barely got any sleep but his DNA is half of a spider, so he should be good but two months of living with these women that want to seduce him.

That's surprising in all honesty. He doesn't understand how they could all want him. Felicia he can understand since they've worked together more than fighting each other and Peter helped her escape from Kingpin but the others, it doesn't make sense.

Titania is deathly scared of him the first time they fought during the Secret Wars and just three months ago, she hesitated in a fight and surrendered. It also may have been his words to her during the Secret Wars but it was the truth, she's a bully that pick on the weak. Of course she stopped doing that and instead focus on just calling out She-Hulk to fight.

‘Guess she listened.’ It kinda made Peter glad that she stopped hurting people weaker than her even though she will fight the heroes but is more interested in fighting She-Hulk.

Two of the Femme Fatales members, Elizabeth Rawson and Beatta Dubiel, he botched one of their missions when he encountered them as they were about to kill an ambassador. The name suits them and their two other members as well but they were very angry with him on their five missions afterwards but they met again and he saved Knockout from falling after the Chameleon pushed her off the building. Since then, they have been friendly with one another.

Emma Frost was once a member of the Hellfire Club but defected when the members didn't care about the death of the Hellions. She's still a cold bitch but has been getting soft over the years and left her hatred for Jean. Doesn't mean she's pleasant all the time but not bad either, just someone to get used to. Didn't think she liked him though. Or at least that was true before she gave him her top.

And don't even get him started on Hela, Loki's daughter and queen of the Niffelheim realm. For one, she's not friendly to anybody and had more than once try to take the soul of Thor when he died in a battle because that's her job from what he was told. But she is kind and merciful to those that impressed or moved her, letting them live. Not to mention she hates Loki, hate him! She despises him! But what's so special about him aside from dying three times?

What does make him so special to these ladies? He's only been their friend and acquaintance to some, even helped them with their problems, in battles and even saved them a few times. Natasha might know, even if she's one of the ladies here.

With that in mind, Peter gets up and takes off his shirt before doing his morning stretches which consists of back bending for two minutes, the cobra stretch for four minutes, side stretches for two minutes and thirty seconds, and finally the warrior pose for three minutes.

After he finishes his morning routine, he looks at the clock and sees it is 6:36 AM. “Alright, better get ready.”

And as he walked to his bathroom, which is quite spacious and comfortable, he sees his previous clothes from yesterday on the sink top along with tooth brush and toothpastes, mouthwash, two Men's Old Spice deodorants, and a fuzzy hairbrush.

Satisfied, he takes off his sleepwear and turns on the shower, preferably cold because his in between is still hot. ‘Maybe it was just Mystique. Yeah. Just playing around. With Emma's.’ Those were his last thoughts before he screams in the cold shower.

Emma can't help but grin at hearing his thought, amused at him thinking logic.

'Emma.' Looks like she's not the only one. 'Did you just did what I think you did?' That was rhetorical and Jean knew it.

'I might have told him a little about us.' She used the cheeky tone, holding her laughter in as she goes inside the shower.

'Emma! We're trying to help him relax and ease him into being comfortable around us!' Jean scolds her, upset. 'Why would you do that?'

Unfazed, Emma retorted. 'Why are there 37 women here, hmm? That's a lot for one man.' She grabs a shampoo bottle and rubs it on her hair.

'…Because he's a great guy. That's why. And you're here too because you saw what I saw in his head; the sparkling light of love.'

Emma didn't respond to this, focusing on washing her hair, getting her fingers in and touching the scalp till she's done and grabs a soap, washing her body.

Finally Emma responded. 'He's been through so much… How he can still have faith in humanity, it's inspiring. It was just supposed to be a simple mission, fighting Essex's mind control to free the Spider.'

'Yeah… Wait a minute. You're trying to get me off topic!'

'Not my fault that you're sexy when angry.' Emma sends a mental image of herself showering, mirroring her movements.

'E-Emma!' The Phoenix host stutters, making Emma giggle. 'W-why, uh, I…' Jean groans and says petulantly, 'Why are you like this?'

'Probably a mix of jealousy and hate when we first met, then getting bonded to the Phoenix Force that opened my eyes after your fourth resurrection and then promptly kissed you that became an ecstasy in the night.'

Jean doesn't say anything, no doubt getting red. It was always fun for them, Emma acts the opposite while Jean tries to act proper - she is serious about Emma going rogue - and when…

Emma shivers, biting her lip in anticipation. She can just feel the overwhelming pressure of Jean.

'Keep talking like that,' Jean starts growling, 'and I'll make you regret it.'

'Oh? What did I do?' She can feel her core pulsating, aching to feel Jean.

'Being a teasing bitch! Don't make me come over there…' That ominous threat makes Emma get her hand close to her vagina. 'Don't. Even. Touch. Yourself.'

'But Mistress…!'

'Do it and I'll make sure you'll never feel the release, making you beg until you scream that everybody hears!'

Emma pouts and harrumphed, turning off the shower and puts on her bikini bottom on. It was frustrating and arousing at the same time, being domineered and not allowed to relieve herself.

On the bright side, the ladies will have fun with their spider.

Peter catches another wink and it was from Beatta. No doubt Emma told the other girls or perhaps they felt it was time to do so.

He gave up trying to convinced himself it was just Mystique messing around when Jessica said a few words to him. Want to give a kiss to your work wife, that's what she said to him.

He definitely needs to find Natasha and talk to her about the ladies' behavior. He still can't make sense of it, no sense of it at all.

He gets out of the building and chokes on air when he sees not just Emma topless and sitting on a lounge chair but Dani, Ruth, Nekra and Amora as well. But Jennifer, Colleen, Elizabeth, Raven and Ororo are stark naked.

But what makes his spider instincts go nuts - the more animalistic kind he suppresses - is the sight of seeing their bodies in lotions and oils, glistening in the sun. Their breasts, exposed to the air, has their nipples either get firm or erected due to the sunlight.

“Like what you see, Spidey?” The voice of Jennifer made Peter jumped and sees the ladies giving him grins and smirks with half-lidded eyes. Well Dani, Ruth and Colleen are trying but theirs are wobbly while blushing heavily.

‘At least I'm not the only one.’ Peter thought, gulping a bit before speaking. “Uh, sorry. Just… didn't expected that, is all.” He looks to the ocean, hearing a few giggles.

“Don't worry. You practically seen her naked all the time so why should you avert your eyes from us?” Jen pointed at Raven, who is unashamed by that fact.

Peter looks at Raven and said, “Do what?” Then he registered what was said and blushes immediately, looking at the ocean again.

“Don't be such a prude and stare at us naked.” Nekra bluntly said, getting slapped on the head by Ruth. “What? It's the truth! If he's not staring at us, then we must be ugly to him.”

“No!” Peter shouted, making the sitting ladies jump in their seats a bit as he looks at them. “You are the most beautiful people ever! No questions about that. I don't care if you're a Mutant or an alien, green or black, immortal or not, tall or short, anything!

“Hell, it doesn't even matter if you're a villain or an anti-hero! All of you are quite beautiful that any man, or woman if you're into that, would be lucky to have you. And if they can't see that, then they're idiots. Plain and simple.”

The ladies blushes at his words, moved by his words. Finally the table is turned on them, Peter thought, smiling gently at them.

Until he feels two arms snaking on his chest and very soft round things on his back, causing his body to heat.

“That was very touching, Spidey.” Purple whispers, moving her hands and fingers that ghosts his body before gently bumping into one of his nipples that causes him to suck a breath.

The ladies watch in a mix of envy and lust, trying to calm themselves while She-Hulk, Enchantress and Emma grin at the scene before them.

“If I didn't know better, I say that you're a seducer.” She touches his abs and blows in his left ear, making his body tingle. “I wouldn't mind being seduced. Just remember, I like to bite.”

Peter jumps a few feet and looks at her, “Uh, no thanks. I don't want to be a bother to anyone. J-just came outside to swim, t-t-that's all.” He tries to ignore the B-cups.

“Go ahead then. We won't mind. It'll give us a good show.” Raven said, practically purring. They all saw his erection and didn't say anything, not wanting to scare him.

Peter doesn't say anything and just ignore the eyes that are staring. Honestly he hasn't felt this nervous since high school, and that was during most of his Spider-Man career.

‘Well, better get swimming.’ He thought as he walks into the water, feeling the cold.

Once he gets his feet floating, he focuses on just swimming so he can cool down and ignore the mating thing. He will not do that to them. They trust Peter and he will not betray that trust.

‘Of course, they practically gave me permission to fuck them.’ Peter started, but retreated immediately. ‘No, Emma did! She may have said that last night but surely not every woman on this island wants to shack up with me.’

Then he argues in his head, all the while he's swimming. ‘But the ladies are flirting with me and said they don't mind. But then again they get stares by many guys and I don't want to be that guy. And yet…’ He stops arguing with himself as it's giving him a headache.

He's gotta find Natasha, he decided as he swims back to shore and gets up, shaking the water off his body and stretch before he hears wolf whistles, realizing he had just showed his muscles to them.

Trying to keep his composure, Peter asks them. “Do any of you know Natasha is? I need to have a talk with her.”

“She's in the pool. Just up on the fourth floor, in the middle of the hallway.” Purple says, eyeing his muscles hungrily not unlike a vampire.

His spider instincts screams at him to mate them, to mate Purple and mark her as—

‘Shut up! I hate these powers sometimes!’ He thanks her and goes inside the building to have a talk with the supersoldier Russian.

Peter finds the doors that says pool and goes in, sees that the pool room is quite big. The pool itself takes over the middle and there are three swim spas on the left, the other on his right and the next one beside it.

Greer is with Rahne, purring with the lycan transformer. And they're naked, just going to find Natasha and ask her just what is going on.

Oh, there she is. She's sitting on a chair, talking with the Nordic death goddess about something. Though whatever she said certainly made Hela chuckle.

‘Guess if a spy that kills for a living meets Death, they talk and have good conversations about death in general.’ He smiled a little, seeing them getting along just fine.

He walks to them, getting their attention. Natasha is rather curious while Hela gives him her best bedroom eyes, still wearing her cloak that covers her body.

Ignoring the image of her being naked, he asks Natasha. “Hey, Nat. Sorry to bother you but can I ask you something?”

“Certainly, Peter,” she takes off her sunglasses and looks at him. She is wearing red and black triangle bikini with the laces black to red.

“I… need to know. Why are… Um, why…” He struggles to get his sentence out, not sure how to say it.

“Why the women here are flirting with you, want you and don't mind you having a look at our bodies,” she smirks at him, amused by his flustered state.

“Yeah…” He spoke in a lower tone, blushing.

“If you must know, you have been good to us and even helped us without anything in return. Saved us a few times even.”

“I mean, anybody would've done it,” he shrugs. “You would've done the same thing if I was in your position or anybody really.”

“I wouldn't.” She immediately answered and continued talking. “Maybe for teammates but in the beginning as S.H.I.E.L.D. and an Avenger, I would've left them except Clint. And I would've just killed my enemies if I was ever in your shoes.

“When we first met, I didn't see how you could survive as a hero, much less as an Avenger.” Peter can't help but shrug with a smile. “Even when you had proven to me your strength, I still didn't like you because you've let your enemies lived and rarely broke your code.

“But then I heard how Otto Octavius sacrificed himself to stop the fusion reactor because you reminded him of who he was.” Her smile becomes gentle. “I soon come to realize that you can see the best in the people, even if they have committed atrocities, you would give them chances and never abandoned them. It's inspiring that I should try as well.”

Peter looks at her, stunned. Had he really inspired her to be a better person? She had gotten warmer in the last five years when he became an Avenger.

“Because of you, I saved my сестренка from the Red Room.” Then to his surprise, she looks at him with love. “That's just one of the reasons I love you and the others feel the same. Parker, you are one of a kind to be a hero, of how the little people are important, of how even the most violent can be redeemed and despite the years that changed you, you haven't changed all that much.”

Peter feels his heart beat but looks away, blushing. “I… I'm shocked. Is that how you all feel about me?”

“Sure do, Boy Scout!” Rahne said loudly, making him shake his head in amusement.

“We won't force you. We understand you'll need some thought about this.” Hela said, making Peter look at her and realizing how he failed to notice her beauty.

A goddess is an accurate statement as while he can only see her face, she is still beautiful. Her short chin, green emerald irises, small nose and lip while her hair is tied up in a ponytail.

“Catch your eye?” Peter jumped again for the second time today. He's got to stop doing that. He looks to see Hela grinning at him before she exposes her right leg, revealing it to be shapely. “If you want to see what I have underneath, you're more than welcome to it.”

“Uh, hehehe… Maybe when I give this some thought at least.”

For the rest of the day, his hormones have been on the fritz as the women keep teasing him with their bodies and some were kissing each other that hardened his erection again.

He couldn't wait for night as he still needs a little more time to think. He's not against it per se but Peter's not sure if he should. Maybe a good night sleep will help.

Or that was the plan when he opened his door and closed and turns around only to stand still with his eyes wide as he sees Felicia, in her black Flynn top and Brazilian bikini bottom, on his bed.

“What's the matter, Spider? Cat got your tongue?” Felicia said with a smirk, standing up and walking slowly.

Peter feels his lips dry again and subconsciously licks them, making Felicia's smirk widen. “Meow. Didn't know you were hoping for a little kitty.”

“I-I, uhh…” His heart is beating fast and hard, threatening to go through his chest and his penis raging against his swim trunks.

He moves back a bit as she gets closer before he trips and lands on his ass, never taking his eyes off of her.

“Didn't think you were kinky.”

“I-I'm not.”

“You sure?” She leans to show the valley of her breasts again.

His spider instincts are getting louder and louder to mate Felicia, to take her as his and mark her so everyone knows. He tries to ignore it and focus on just talking to her.

“Um, Felicia? Not that I, uh, mind but what are you doing here?”

She straddles him, smiling while feeling his erection. “What? Can't a sometimes partner just be a good friend? I've seen the way you look at me and the women, the way your eyes flick to their boobs, their asses, their legs. Don't you want to let out your inner animal?”

“N-not really. I don't want exactly want to make anyone regret.” He said, staring at her D-cup breasts.

Felicia tsk'ed and pouts at him cutely. “But surely you want to let out the spider in you and ravage us, don't you?” Before he could deny that, Felicia kisses him with her eyes closed that makes his breath hitch.

He should push her and tell her that he isn't interested in making a one night stand, or he's not the kind of man to do that to a woman, or anything. But he doesn't care and kisses back as he shut his eyelids, making the cat thief hum.

As they kiss, their hands start to wander on each other's body, sending sparks in them. Then one of Peter's hand goes lower and soon gropes her butt, making her shiver.

The need for air becomes greater and they separated with their faces flushed, looking at each other with desires.

Peter's spider instincts are now howling at him to take her as his and his alone. And for the first time in a long time, he agrees.

Felicia giggles and smiles before speaking. “If we're going to do this, I think I should tell you first before anything else.” Peter tilts his head, looking at her intensely. “We the ladies like to have fun with one another, having fun and kissing each other that leads into something exciting. So don't worry about that.

“For the other thing, some of them have kinks and they won't force you into something you're not comfortable with. And despite us letting you do whatever you want with us, we do expect you to respect our boundaries.”

“Of course. I wouldn't do anything to make you or the others uncomfortable.” Peter assured her, making her smile at him.

“I know,” she touches his cheek lovingly and kisses him softly before letting go. “I just want you not to forget about us. Now,” she purrs and humps him, “how about making this kitty purr? Don't want you getting unlucky by a black cat.”

“I think I can do that. Certainly not first time I made you purr.” He smirked, which she responded with a Cheshire smile.

“Those were just innocent kisses I gave you.” She leans in closer and whispers in his ear, “You're in the big leagues, Spidey. Can you keep up?”

She gasps when he unexpectedly humps back, striking her vagina. “Want to test that out?”

“I knew you were a bad boy inside. Just needed the right push.”

They both kiss hungrily while humping that makes them moan quietly before Peter picks her up by the butt and carries her to his bed then puts her on her back while kissing.

Felicia takes off Peter's Hawaiian shirt and Peter switched to kissing her neck, getting her to gasp softly.

“Oh, Peter.” He's a little inexperienced but he's doing a bit better than she expected. Peter kisses her neck more before moving down while his hands touch her inner thighs, making her body tingle.

She yelps before giggling as Peter kissed her navel, ticklish. Then she sighs as he rubs her thighs and Felicia gently grabs the blanket and sheets, enjoying the sensation.

Then she moans when he kisses the thighs, clutching them tightly and arching a little. “If I d-didn't know… Ugh… k-know better, I'd thought… Fuck… you had exp-perience.”

Peter looks up at her. “It's the second time, actually.”

“Really?” She looks at him in surprise before smiling like a cat caught a canary. “Color me green with envy, I didn't know you had a girlfriend. Actually jealous she got your V-card before me.”

“It was years ago really and the one time really.” And the last time he saw her before he arrived. It still burns but he stopped him. He's has to focus on Felicia or she might get worried.

He asks her, “Do you mind if I take off your bikini bottom?”

She raises her right trimmed eyebrow and said, “You're asking for permission to take it off when we don't mind if you can have sex with us?”

“…Yes?”

Felicia snorts and smiles at him. “Never changed, Peter.” Peter pulls and lowers her bottom, exposing the blonde's pussy. “Can you make me purr?”

Peter doesn't talk and instead goes down on her, licks her. She loves it. “Oh, Peter! Fuck! Yes, just like that!”

Peter can feel her thighs on his head as he laps at her, making her moan his name. He kisses her before switching back to licking, back and forth to pleasure her while his head gets tighter by the minute.

“P-Peter! I'm cumming!” She screams, humping his face.

Emboldened, he licks the labia and she screams, orgasm on his face while he shielded his eyes. She tastes a bit sweet and sour.

Felicia's breathing heavily, her body flushed and her vision filled with stars and colors. ‘Fuck me sideways! For someone just having their second sex, he did good! I should return the favor.’

As soon as Peter gets up, she pushes him to have space and she gets on the floor, crawling towards him. “My turn,” she purrs, filled with desire.

She grabs his swim trunks and pulls it down only to get slapped. A little surprised, she looks at his cock and sees it is a bit big and long, but not like pornstars. It's not too big and not too long which is good since she was a little worried the spider-bite might've made him bigger but it only enhanced it, same with the testicles.

She grabs it and feels it hot with the precum seeping out. “You gave me a treat, so I'll give you a treat as well.” She licks the head of it and has the taste of it.

She licks the sides of the penis, getting him to groan before she mixed it with kisses, all the while she fondles the balls.

“Felicia…” Peter puts his right hand on her head and stroke her hair, breathing in and out. His spider side is mostly satisfied but still wants him to mate her but not yet!

Unaware of his inner turmoil, Felicia puts her mouth on the phallus and starts sucking him while still fondling his testicles and strokes half of the shaft with her right hand. Instantly Peter groans louder and bucks his hips slowly, feeling the twitch.

“Fuck! Wished I knew your hands could do more than pick and steal.”

Felicia stops and looks up at him with a smirk. “Stay here long enough and you'll be seeing a lot more what I can do.” She gets back to sucking him off and adds licking the head, that makes him move a little faster, much to her delight.

He barely hold on and grabs her by both hands, still controlling himself from going wild. She changes that by skinning him with her teeth and he lost it, moving all the way that makes her gag, going fast.

Soon he feels a familiar sensation in him and warns her. “Licia! C-cumming!” But she didn't care, if anything she started sucking him harder and finally he gives a primal roar, unloading in her mouth which she swallows.

Only fifteen seconds did it stop and he lets her go, breathing heavily with a flick of her tongue one last time before she got her mouth off of his dick and swallows the rest of it.

Finally his spider instinct lets loose and he grabs by surprise and throws her on the bed and he hops in, growling and stares her in the eyes intensely.

She's a little scared but it's arousing to see him like that, so animal and serious.

Peter grabs her top and tries to rip it out of her but pulled her instead. He growls which sends a shiver down her spine and he unclasps it, finally getting it off and grabs her wrists and pins her.

Then he leans and whispers, “Mine,” being possessive.

‘Oh, the girls are going to be jealous!’ She couldn't help the thought but before she can think of anything else, say or do something, he captures her lips and his tongue explores with hers doing the same.

As the tongues explore and wrestle, Peter's right hand slides down to her vagina while his left grasps her breast and gropes it hard. She moans during the kiss and gasps when he pinched her nipple.

His right hand moves up and down beside her womanhood until his thumb rubs the entrance, making her moan loudly. But then she gasps and moans when his left hand clings to her nipple with his wallcrawling ability, teasing and toying with it.

‘Fuck if this doesn't make me cum, I don't—’ She moans louder when his index finger enters, breaking the kiss. “Peter! Y-yes! More, more!” He obliges and she screams as he adds two more fingers into her.

Then he bites her shoulders, making her gasp in a mix of pain and pleasure as she squirts, staining the bed. Already they're sweaty and panting but Felicia still has some left in her.

His hands get off her and he points his head into her entrance but looks at her, asking for permission. Still the gentleman to the end, she smiles and nods.

He moves slowly, getting in as they both moan at the sensations they feel with Peter feeling her walls snuggly while Felicia can feel him stretching her.

He hits the end of it and backs away slowly before moving in again, pacing himself while they moan and groan.

After about a minute, he moves a bit fast while Felicia clutches the blankets tightly. “Oh, god, Peter. Mmm!”

“Your pussy feels good and tight.” He grunted his words out, staring at her reactions.

“Go fast!” Once more he obliged and does so. She whimpers at the way he moves his cock and how it fills her. “Ahh!”

He stops briefly and looks at her before doing it again and she gives a short scream, realizing he's hitting her G-spot. A surge of energy and he pistons in and out as Felicia screams his name and begs him to go harder and faster, enabling his instincts with the sound of fleshes bashing.

He doesn't care how long he's been doing it nor when she squirted, just making her his.

He feels the rush again, ready to explode in her. “Licia! Cumming in!”

She wraps her legs around his torso and looks him in the eyes. “Do it! Ruin me! Make me yours and let everybody know!”

That did it as he goes beyond the human realm, making her scream louder, not caring if the ladies hears any of this. Then he roars as he releases inside her, painting her insides white before he pulls himself out slowly.

The extremely sensitive bodies made them twitch but he finally gets out of her, picks her as he can and pulls the blanket until he gently puts her down and he gets in, covering themselves.

She looks at him with eyes that speak of joy and kisses the corner of his lips and said it. “I love you, Peter.”

“I love you too, Leesha…” He responded and fell asleep, Felicia following his lead.

The days ahead would only just be the beginning for Peter and the ladies.

The days ahead would be hard for Amora, as she pants after all that fingering she did to herself.

She created the building with the help of Illyana, casting the building and items into existence.

She saw Felicia go in and cast a silencing spell for their privacy. She even conjured a window to see and it was riveting, erotic and, in the words of mortal, hot.

The way he acted and took her by force… She just shivers at the scene she saw. The Black Cat was simply marvelous as well, pleasuring him well that he loses control.

But he was holding himself back in the beginning. In fact he's been doing that since he learned of their plans, not just being a gentleman but also stopping himself.

It wasn't a wrench in their plans as they would be more than understanding. Well except the tiger, the wolf, herself - who could blame her - the vampire lover, the pale skin woman that should be called Lust, the incorrigible man's offspring or clone, and the death goddess which still surprises her as they would have a hard time controlling their urges.

Whatever went wrong had an effect on him, which means he must've been used. Just the thought of that makes her angry but she breathes in. It was late and she should sleep. Tomorrow's a new day as the saying goes. Maybe after showering first.

Yeah, she'll shower first then sleep. And maybe get his attention tomorrow morning. She gets up and goes to the bathroom to clean up herself, the sex burning in her brain.

Chapter Text

Peter blearily wakes up as the sun rises and feels very comfortable pillows, snuggling into them before feeling something bumpy on his mouth. Curious, he gives a tentative lick and it tastes a bit bitter but he keeps licking it.

It's odd. He wonders if someone left a gum, the sour kind. He sucks on it but it's really stuck. He tries with his teeth to bite softly since it's weird but it's not working.

‘If someone is pranking me, I'm gonna—’

“Ooh!” Peter stopped sucking in surprise when he heard a moan. Confused, he bites and hears it. “Oh, Peter!” He opens his eyes wide and looks up at Felicia, smiling down at him with… blush.

Peter's face and neck turns red and lets go of her nipple, feeling so embarrassed he did that without realizing.

“If you wanted a breastfeed, all you had to do was ask.”

“Sorry about that. Thought it was some…” Felicia raises her left eyebrow, curious what he has to say, “gum somebody left.”

Felicia laughs a little at how he thought her nipple was gum. Certainly one way to wake up. “Last night was amazing. Remember?”

Peter looks at her confused and then remembers what happened, with him smiling a little shy. “That was… Spectacular.”

Felicia snorts and slaps his shoulder a little. “Really, Pete?”

“You started first, Kitty.” Peter said with a cheeky tone, making Felicia playfully groan.

“I should've just let you suck my nipple if I knew I would get a headache.”

“Tempting,” Peter winked, “but I gotta do my morning stretches and go take a shower. You should take one too.”

Felicia watch his stretches, holding her giggles in. ‘Oh yeah. The girls are going to be soooo jealous. That back bend!’ It's giving her shivers just watching him do his stretches.

This is the best plan Jennifer has made. A lawyer she is but very fun to be around.

Felicia gets up and arches her back with her arms stretching above, feeling the familiar spine adjusting. She moves a little as she can still feel her legs a bit wobbly. She sends Peter a wink, grabs her discarded swim gear and opens the door to leave his room, limping.

She knows what she's doing and the others will want to know how he is. She can't wait to brag it to them.

Beep-beep-beep

Beep-beep-bee—

Emma pressed her hand on the clock and groaned before getting up.

She stretches her arms out and gets off the bed, wearing a white silky gown before she takes it off with her telekinesis, same with her ice-blue panty.

She walks to her drawer, grabbing another diamond studded bikini, a push-up bikini top and a high-waist bottom with a crisscross design.

‘These will get Peter and Jean's attention.’ She thought, going to the bathroom with the wears and puts them on the sink top. She goes to the roll-in shower and turns it on, setting it to warm water.

The water hits her hair and body, getting them wet. She stands for a minute and then grabs her shampoo but then flinch when she feels arms wrapped around her, someone breathing in her ear.

“Hello, Slut.” Jean whispered in Emma's ear, making the former White Queen shiver.

“M-Mistress,” Emma started, her body flushing and her stomach stirring. “What are you doing here?” She gives a short scream in pain when Jean grabs her hair roughly.

“You teased me yesterday, Slut.” The Phoenix host hissed. “Getting me all hot and having no way to punish you!” She spanks Emma, making the blonde woman cry. “You thought you could get away with it.

“Seems like someone has been forgetting her place.”

“W-what are you going to do to me?” Emma's womanhood pulses in exciting anticipation.

“I'm going to fuck you until you can't cum.” Jeans starts growling, her right hand grabbing the telepath's ass. “I'm going to make you scream for me until you can barely speak. I'm going to spank your ass until it becomes red. You. Are. Mine.”

“But Mistress! The women might hear us!” The two psychics don't care.

“Don't backtalk me!” Emma is forcibly turned around and pushed to the wall, their C-cups touching each other. “All those women can hear you screaming like a whore that can't get enough of me,” Emma whimpers. “They can see you moaning and listening to me obediently like an animal.

“They can join in and have their way with you begging for more! I can do whatever I want with you, Slut.”

“But I want you! Ahhh!” Jean slapped Emma's right breast, feeling the pain and pleasure.

“And the ladies want each other and us. You're my Treasure, baby.” Jean kisses Emma softly and then continues talking. “I want to share you, just like we're sharing Peter with other ladies.

“You're breathtaking and beautiful, sexy and desirable without trying.” She kisses her again. “You act all prim and proper but inside you're a slut that wants to be punished and dominated by someone who can make that happen.”

“Hmph! I don't want them!” She tips her head upward, not looking at her lover.

“Tsk. Since you're so dependent on me, I'll just have to make you be shared with others,” she slowly gives an evil grin, “and I know just the way to do that.”

Emma's hands tremble a little at whatever idea Jean has, excited which made Jean hungrily kissed her.

Then she grabs Emma's ass and gropes it, making her moan before she gets spanked and Jean sends her a mental image of Jennifer holding the blonde psychic on her shoulder as the image has her being spanked and fingered, making Emma moan.

Jean stops kissing Emma and continues groping her. “You want me? What about Jennifer? Her muscular arms that could carry you on her back, fingering you without stop? Her spank strong enough to make your supple butt ripple and red?”

“No!”

She responds by grabbing Emma's nipples and twisting them, pinching them as Emma screams in a mix feeling. Jean gives Emma a new mental image of Purple biting her neck, squeezing the breasts and pinching the nipples, making Emma's vagina getting wetter.

“What about Purple? All that practice on the Nosferatarangs - God that name - and she could make your breasts leak, being a hungry vampire. So hungry she sucks on your nipples.”

“Nooo!” Despite Emma's whining, her breasts starts to leak due to the physical and mental sensations.

Jean glares at her Treasure and decides to spice things up. She holds her with telekinesis and replaces that mental image with Cessily holding Emma with her mercurian body and the metallic hand going sliding in and out of her vagina while Amora kisses sensually and gently kneads the breasts.

As Emma moans to the image, barely clinging on to defiance while Jean made an arm made of psychic energy on her lower back and inserts three fingers of it into Emma's vagina.

Emma moans louder as she can feel the energy of the weird warm in her pussy, humping.

Jean whispers in her ear, “And what about being hold by Cessily with her shiny body that can slip in and out of you while Amora shows you some magic she has been hiding, making you happy to be used like a tramp you are?”

“N… N…” Emma's resistance breaks and humps harder on the psionic made hand, cumming already but not stopping. “YES, MISTRESS! I'M A TRAMP THAT LOVES TO BE USED!”

“Oh, really?” Jean purrs, biting the earlobe. “So you don't mind being shared? Being their Slut for personal uses, for being dominated by stronger, sexy women?”

“YES! YES! I WANT TO BE DOMINATED BY EVERYONE AROUND! FROM CESSILY'S BODY SLIDING IN MY WHORE PUSSY SO EASY, JENNIFER SPANKING MY ASS FOR BEING A NAUGHTY GIRL, AMORA WHISPERING IN MY EARS AND HOW SHE'LL PUNISH ME, TO GREER CLAWING ME AND MATING ME TO CALL HER ALPHA!”

“Then,” Jean's psychic arm disappears and starts to bumps her clit to her Treasure's, “I want you to scream out their name, envisioning their dominance over you.”

“OOOH, JESSICA! KATERI! FELICIA!” Emma screams out the names of the women while Jean humps her faster, the smacks of flesh mixing in with the shower.

“Don't stop!” Jean orders her Treasure, which Emma happily complies.

“GREER! LAURA! AMORA! HELA! HELEN! SAMANTHA! SUSANNA! PURPLE! NEKRA! NATASHA! CESSILY! JENNIFER!” She screams every names in the building as Jean cums on her.

“COLLEEN! DANIELLE! PETER! JEAN!” Emma said all the names and Jean stops humping. Emma, panting, looks at her Mistress with hopeful eyes she did good and her heart soar when Jean kisses her softly and passionately.

They kiss for about thirty seconds before separating and Jean speaks to her with love. “You did good, Treasure. But remember, you're my Treasure. I don't mind sharing you but remember who you belong to.”

“I will, Mistress.”

“I didn't overwhelm you, did I?” Emma shakes her head to ease Jean and kisses the Phoenix host. “Well it did feel a bit too much so how about I clean you up in the shower?”

“That would be nice.”

“Bullshit.” Colleen said, with every other woman by the table Felicia's sitting out with her glow and the limp.

“No lie.” Felicia smirked, showing off her bitten shoulder. “Peter was such an animal in the end, saying I was his in a husky voice.”

“…Lucky bitch.” Cessily said, glaring at her in envy.

“More like lucky bitch and lucky bastard.” Amora corrected, her nipples getting stiff from remembering last night while blushing.

Laura sniffs and looks confused. “Why are you leaking arousal?” The other ladies look at the clone and she shrugs.

“N-none of your business!” Amora stuttered, looking away and crossing her arms.

“Other than the blatant lie,” Amora whines which Purple ignores, “this does mean he's open to our advances and exploring. Just need to be careful not to get him scared.”

“So how do we get him comfortable?” Nekra asks, eyeing Felicia.

“Just tease him, encourage him to touch us and look at us, and flirt with him.” Natasha said, looking at everyone around. “We do it together, nice and easy.”

“I call dibs on having sex with Peter!” Samantha raised her hand.

“No, I do!” Tanya protested.

“I think he wants another cat!” Greer argued.

“If you ladies think you can beat me, prove it!” Mary challenged them before she's pulled by Jennifer to stop her from destroying the cafeteria.

Dani looks at half of the women arguing, blushing as their… assets mush in to each other. Then she flinched when Colleen puts her hand on the Mutant's shoulder, giving her a reassuring smile nothing bad will happen.

She smiles back and they both walk to their table to eat, all the while Felicia tries to keep her amusement inside.

Peter gets out of the bathroom, wearing another Hawaiian shirt that is blue and his swim trunks.

He can barely still believe he just had sex last night with a woman he used to get so flustered before…

Peter hasn't thought about the day he arrived since four years, trying to focus on the present. But it isn't easy when his brain suddenly brings some memories he'd rather forget than to feel the pain again.

But he has to get a grip on it and just try to get on with his day. He does wonder if Felicia is alright. He can barely remember the end but he does know it was something about biting and screams.

‘Hope I didn't hurt Felicia. Those instincts represent the creature, Man-Spider. I may be cured but they're still there.’ He walks out of his room and accidentally bumps into Emma.

“Oh! Sorry, Emma.” He apologized to the psychic who is wearing another bikini with diamonds again, with her breasts looking fuller.

“It is alright, Peter. I was just getting out of my room.” He nodded but noticed the leather collar on her neck with a tag that says Mistress's Treasure. Noticing his gaze, she answered, “I'm in a relationship with someone. Can't say without her—”

“Why bother?” Jean said, purring as she walks out of Emma's room. She wears a  green monokini. “It's not like Treasure has anything to be ashamed of.”

Peter quickly realizes that Jean and Emma are girlfriends, and Emma really has softened.

“Don't be so sure, Parker.” Emma said with a knowing grin, crossing her arms to push up her breasts more. “I may belong to Jean but I can also be just as dominant as she can be. Or,” she grabs his left arm and brings it to her chest, “I can be your little toy.”

Jean slaps her Treasure's butt, making Emma yelp while Peter blushes.

Jean makes a psionic leash on the collar and looks at Peter with a playful smile. “Sorry about her. Sometimes she can be active and wants to jump the first person she sees.

“Treasure does have the right idea if you ever feel like it.”

Peter gulps as he tries to fight against the images, something he really wishes his spider instincts would calm down about. Doesn't help two sexy women are giving him knowing grins.

He fakes a cough and says, “I better get a move on. Wouldn't mind… um… exploring that side but maaaybe some other time?”

They both give him pouts and said fine before walking away.

Peter takes a deep breath and walks up to the end of the hall to take the stairs, hopeful that it'll lessen his spider instincts from doing something he'll regret.

Unfortunately it only takes a minute to reach the first floor. He curses at himself for walking normally but maybe there are some distractions he can do.

Yeah, maybe he'll lay down and enjoy the waves and the sky. Yeah, that'll work. He nods and goes outside with a plan made.

“Peter,” he turns his head to see the ladies with smiles before Silver talk once more. “Can you put lotion on my back? I was just about to ask one of them to help.” She wears white cut out bikini and all the ladies are under the umbrellas.

His plan shatters into pieces and he stammers a bit before saying okay, making them giggle. ‘Before I got here, I had to worry about some bad guys trying to trap me. Now that I know, I'm worried I'm gonna die from women that want to seduce me!’ That was his last thought before he grabs the lotion with Sable having turned her back on him.

Greer, Amora, Colleen, Bobbi, Rita, Samantha, Kateri and Suzy watches him on how he does, curious.

Peter squeezes the right amount of the creamy stuff and rubs his hands together before he touches her shoulder, making the Queen of Symkaria stiffened before relaxing to his touch.

She gives a content sigh as he rubs down on her back, enjoying the feeling of his hands on her back. ‘This should help him be more comfortable with us.’

The hands stopped rubbing her back and went for her ankles, moving all the way up slowly as Silver bites her lower lip from making another sigh.

The other ladies exchanged looks at each other, silently agreeing to get Peter to rub them as well.

Peter, ignoring how soft the mercenary/queen's skin feels, hesitates at the heart shaped buttocks before she wiggles a little, enticing his inner spider.

He rubs her butt and then stops, feeling a little disappointed it's over already.

“Oh, Peter~” Greer calls him with a flirtatious smile, making him gulp. Yesterday he saw her in cat form, now she's human because of the Cat's Head Amulet.

“Y-yes?”

“Would you be a dear and help me as well? I just realized I'm not in my Tigra form and I'm worried I'll get sunburns.” She gives him her best kitty eyes, having learned it in her cat persona.

On the outside, he stares at her blankly. But on the inside is a different story. ‘How the hell can she be hot and cute at the same time?!’

Colleen, Amora, Suzy and Samantha blushes lightly at the cute display, resisting the urge to coo and glomp her. Bobbi snickers while Kateri and Rita raises each eyebrows at their reactions.

Peter eventually says, “Sure, no problem,” and tries not to think about her bikini that is skimpy and one of her old costumes. Nostalgia perhaps? Greer nods her head, making him remember one of her lesser known abilities is telepathy which isn't powerful but has helped in some cases.

Her black bikini is triangle but small that it only covers portion of her C-cup breasts and her bikini bottom outlines her vagina.

There is a reason she's considered one of the hottest heroines, combining with her Tigra identity.

Peter squeezes the bottle again and rubs his hands, then he looks at her expectedly to turn around.

But she gives him a smirk. “It's not just my back. Do my front as well.”

Peter blushes with his penis erecting at the thought of touching the front body of a woman again. He notices the ladies are staring at his nether regions like he was a piece of meat.

Greer holds back on saying anything, choosing to focus on getting him to rub her body.

Peter starts with the arms, going all over them and the hands while she keeps smiling at him. He goes on her belly and collarbone, glancing at her body that's barely covered.

“Something distracting you~?” Peter shakes his head and rubs the feet, making her sigh before he squeezes the bottle again and rubs her legs and hips.

Even in human form, Greer can feel her cat instincts preening to his touch. She resists purring though as she doesn't want to be teased for it when it should be Peter getting teased.

She arches her back a little, giving him a close look of her breasts and her right foot bumping into his cock, making his breath hitched.

Amora subtly nods her head in approval while Suzy blushes at the audacity.

Peter's mind is in a panic as his instincts are starting to yell at him again. He is not going to do that unless they say so!

His hands shaking, he wills them to move between the legs and rubs them with the lotion. But as he gets near to her bikini bottom, his heart beats loud and the instincts urge him to mate her.

‘Just a little touch— No! Can't do that! Doesn't mean I can just go and fuck them because my spider instincts want to! Would she mind? Shut up!’

“Don't forget my breasts please. My old costume doesn't hide much of it.”

“You can say that again.” Peter blurted and after a few seconds, his eyes widens in mortification.

Greer, smiling pearly white, gets up slowly to him. “So you agree? That they're tantalizing to the eyes,” she touches herself slowly, “and even when I'm not a tiger, I still rile up the people?” She gets close to his face, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest. “Or… do you just have a thing for cat people, seducing you and make your head light while the blood goes to your dick, begging to be inside a pussycat?”

Peter pants softly at her words while Colleen, Suzy and Samantha blush heavily with Silver and Bobbi's eyes darkened in lust. Amora holds herself from fingering herself or making love to one of the women while Kateri and Rita smirk.

Greer slowly moves her head, her lips parting a bit with Peter mimicking her movements. But with a brush of their lips, Greer lays back on the chair with a grin.

Peter growls with his expression dark, making the women shiver in delightful surprise.

‘Oh, fuck!’ The cat heroine grips the armrests tightly while her instincts roaring and yowling to mate him. ‘Felicia was right! He looks so animal! I better tell Rahne! If I can hold it in…’

Meanwhile in Peter's head, ‘That teasing bitch! Getting me all hard and not mating me, making me lotion her ravishing body! I'll fuck her and make her scream—’ He stopped his thought process and feels sick for thinking like that. ‘Why the hell am I thinking like that?! It was just flirting for God’s sake!’

Peter looks at her apologetically. “Sorry. Didn't mean to growl like that.”

“It's fine. Us animal people have to stick together.” Greer smiles at him assuredly.

Peter smiles back, having someone that understands what he's going through.

Peter blushes lightly as he's getting used to the sexy women's flirts, teases and bodies. But Kateri, Suzy and Samantha have themselves topless - the latter two following Kateri's lead - and ask him to put lotions on them.

He starts with Suzy, the Mutant-Kree hybrid. The orange one piece is all the way down on her hips, exposing her D-cups and her rock hard abs.

She gives him a wink and wiggles her body a bit, her breasts capturing his eyes.

He's already rubbed the other women with their breasts and extremely hard by 'accidental' brushes, their mouths making an o as if being pleasured with a few biting their lips.

He can already feel his penis seeping, ruining his swim trunks. He'll wash them later. The less said about the primal urges, the better.

He squeezes the bottle and rubs his hands together, going from the arms to the collarbone before moving down around her breasts, teasing her.

Suzy doesn't shift but she does whine a little. Then she feels his hands on her abs, brushing them before moving up to her breasts and rubs them while avoiding her nipples, getting her to whimper a bit.

“Peter…” She whispers, her body flushing before a soft gasp comes out of her mouth when he touches them and brushes them as she moans quietly. “Mmm…”

Peter moves his thumbs on her nipples, playing with them before he goes to the legs which she groans under protest.

After Suzy is all protected from the sun, Peter switches his attention to Sam.

She has her red hair tied in a loose ponytail, green-purple eyes glowing intensely. Her yellow balconette top is lying beside the chair, her B-cups standing out while still wearing yellow hipster bottom.

Sam smiles a little shy but gets assured by Peter's. Then she stiffens when he puts his hands on her breasts first and rubs them, trying not to moan as he gives her special attention.

It feels nice really. Before the Exemplars fiasco, she dated many men with some rough, some gentle and others toxic. But having met Peter, inspired to be a hero after being freed from a god's control, she wants him.

And he's giving her the time, being slow with her body as if she's a work of art. Peter Parker, the Astonishing Spider-Man, that's who she wants. Doesn't hurt to be around the other ladies too.

Then he stops and Samantha sighs contentedly, her body burning a bit but not by her powers this time.

Peter looks at Kateri and squeezes the bottles and gets ready. He's honestly surprised she's around heroes and villains, the very beings she kills in America.

They fought, they worked, rinse and repeat until the Native American started… doing something. Whatever it was she was doing. Because of whatever she's been doing, she stopped going after heroes but not the villains.

She has B-cups and her hair is cut short with the navy-blue tied-up bikini on the ground.

He starts with the ankles, making her exhale through the nose as he starts his way up to her thighs. He moves his hands, getting her to sigh before he moves his hands on her stomach that makes her giggle.

He looks at her in surprise, same with the others. Kateri, blushing in embarrassment, gives them a glare and said, “Tell anyone and I'll make you think death is the only way to escape.”

Not wanting to anger her, they nodded their heads with Peter getting back on task.

As he was getting finished with rubbing lotion on the last woman, someone sneaks by them and goes inside, having watched long enough.

Laura walks to find Dvorak, sniffing her scent as she's still in the building. Her instincts are raving at the way he was doing that to the women while she was watching in the trees.

She didn't mean to. She was just resting on a hammock, to see what it's like. Comfortable, she liked it and would like to have one in her room if possible.

She wears a black asymmetrical trikini, exposing her stomach that only the left is covered.

She never did like Peter when they first met, talking incessantly when he should've shut up but it was a way to make her lose focus despite all her training and experiences. It only changed when they met up again did she realized just how good the guy is.

It's really weird. You never realized that the thing that makes him annoying is part of his charm. Not to mention how little of hostility he had when he should've as that was how it worked when she was in the Facility.

No longer do the things about social or emotional confuse her anymore. But she is still unsure on how to go about it with Peter, though she has a rough idea.

‘Why the people make videos of themselves having sex or showing nudity, I still don't understand.’ She thought, walking up the stairs. It was strange when she was on her phone, looking for ways to get Peter's attention and then stumble upon a video which she thought was some sort of how-to guide.

She was so wrong as it was some porn video that Jubliee - she was blushing heavily -  explained to her after Laura told her about it.

And it was kinda hot, Laura thought so. So she looked up others and saw different things with a male and female, sometimes a female with another and same with the males. But the way they were talking, it was weird.

So instead she just continued searching on how to get Peter's attention. Mostly because he was kind to her and showed her what it's like to be a teenager.

She made it to the fourth floor and goes to the third room on the right. She knocks and hears a 'come in', going inside. What she sees pleases her.

Sybil Dvorak, also known as Skein or Gypsy Moth, is wearing a purple slingshot swimwear that shows off her heart-shaped butt. Then as the villainess turns around, Laura can see the D-cups are barely covered.

“Oh-hoho! Never had I expected to be visited by anyone other than maybe Jessie~” Sybil teased, strutting around the young Mutant. “If you're here for a little fun, I won't mind being your mami~”

Laura can feel her pussy getting touched by her fabric, manipulated by the Romanian. But Laura isn't here for her, not yet.

“Sorry but as nice as this feels, that might be for tomorrow.” Sybil pouts a little and the swimwear stops rubbing Laura. “I'm actually here to ask if I can borrow one of your clothes that are risqué and sexy.”

“Oooh~. Someone to entice to your little fantasies?” Sybil teases, her smile returning.

Laura blushes a little and tells her. “It's actually Peter I'm hoping to entice because…”

“Because…” Sybil can smell tea, smiling even wider.

“It's… my… Um…” Laura's blush grows a little more. She clears her throat and spit it out. “My first time…”

“…” Laura looks up at the sudden silent woman only to get a creeping feeling of dread as the smile gets wider and the teeth starts showing.

“Uh, Sybil? You okay?”

“Your first time…” Laura nods slowly. “First time… in sex?” Laura nods again, feeling ready to run as the shoulders of the villainess shakes. “No men or women to have fun with?” She gulps.

Then suddenly Sybil grabs Laura's shoulders. “I have an apprentice! Oh, you're going to love the lessons on how to be the sexiest woman alive, second to me of course.” She smugly mush her breasts, making Laura feel a strange twinge of jealousy, looking at her A-cups to Sybil's D-cups.

“Uh, see now, I'm not, uh, here to be an apprentice of anybody's like that one video with a woman and a young lady in her twenties.”

“The videos are good but they lack finesse, grace and actual passion!” Sybil said, showing her what clothes that Laura should wear.

As the Romanian looks for something just right, Laura only has one thought in her head. ‘What did I do to deserve punishment like this?’ This feels like those mall shops and she hates shopping!

Peter has spent his daylight hours swimming, reading, practicing his Ways of the Spider in private of the plant life. With the exception of the last one, the ladies kept flirting with him and teasing him with their bodies and steamy kisses.

He goes to bed since it's night time. But when he gets in his room, he stops with raised eyebrows.

Laura is standing in the middle with a smirk, looking at him with - something he's quite familiar with - animalistic lust and nervousness. She's wearing what's called bralette made of mesh and it's white, showing her small breasts in a outline and a white tanga.

He snaps out of quickly and says, “Laura? Wh-where did you get such clothes?” He gulps, a familiar rise below him and his lips suddenly feel dry.

“Sybil. She has all sorts for things.” Laura said bluntly, eyeing his erection. “And somehow I just became her apprentice.”

“Oh.” Well that's new. Usually it's heroes to the new ones and rarely the villains have one of their own. “Why?”

Laura blushes lightly and looks at the wall briefly before looking back at him. “It's… my first time.”

“If it makes you feel better, you look very sexy. Pretty sure there are people waiting in line for you.”

“I'll stick with people I know.” Laura said, staring into his eyes. Just staring into the eyes, the lust burning and dark as the abyss makes him want to go animal on her, and she might feel the same.

“So,” he starts, “what do you want to do?”

She doesn't say anything, choosing to walk slowly to him as if she's looking into his very existence and ready to pounce. It makes his instincts get excited as if a challenge is here.

The distance is closed between them and they look into each other's eyes due to height difference. Their instincts are growling to dominate the other, to mark them as mates.

Laura makes the first move, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist and kissing him with Peter returning the intensity and holding her up.

There is no rhyme to their kiss as kiss hungrily while their tongues wrestle and their nether regions burning for the touches.

As they kiss, Peter moves them to the wall and Laura grunts as she bumps into one. They kiss, sucking the lips while the need for air becomes greater.

Only did they feel the dizzying head rush did they separate, breathing heavily with air and ardor.

While they regain their breath, Laura moves her waist on Peter's to feel his cock in her, growling a little. He growls as well, both of them glaring in the eyes.

Then he grabs her small breasts, squeezing and groping them roughly as Laura makes cute sounds out of her mouth while holding onto him.

He decides to increase his strength a little and she screams more before he feels painful and cold slices on his back, fueling the primal lust of animals.

Then he kisses her intensely while squeezing her breasts before stopping the kiss and rips her bra open, exposing two small rounds and does the same with her panty. Laura lowers the trunks with her feet, exposing his dick to her moist pussy.

They both softly moan at the touch, their libidos skyrocketing to an all time high. They look at each other in the eyes, dilating and dark around world where only they can see each other.

Their instincts screech to mate, to dominate, to mark not just each other but others in here as well.

Peter thrusts in the Mutant clone, making her scream in pain and pleasure as he keeps thrusting before she returns the favor by grabbing his hair and kissing him roughly.

Then Laura pushes herself off the wall, careening them to the floor and bounces on him, moaning loudly in the kiss before letting the lips go and yells openly only to go louder when he grabs her breasts and squeezes them, gropes them and pinch their nipples while using his wallcrawling ability on her to heighten the pleasure.

Then they both cum in a roar before Laura gets off him and sits on his face, leaning down to suck on his cock while he licks her cunt, tasting each other.

Laura leans some more, gagging that makes Peter lick slow to tease her before slapping her ass that gets her moaning and slaps again.

Peter is all over her while she bobs her head up and down. Normally those trying the first time would be damaged but she has regenerative healing factor, making her immune.

They feel the pressure again and go faster, harder to get them to cum, to taste them. Peter sucks on her lips while she bites the length and licks the back of it before they gum again.

Laura coughs as his liquid fills her mouth and tries to get it all before she moves her head out of it and pants while Peter keeps licking her and swallowing the liquid. Before she gets off him, he kisses her vulva.

They lay on the floor, panting while their bodies flush. But their instincts are not done yet as they still want to dominate their mate. Both of them slowly get up, the intent to fuck the other into submission.

Ororo, her bed stained by her ejaculation, wonders if the lovemaking is over. Though it sounded more like animals ravaging each other.

She closes her eyes, going to sleep.

“AAAAHHHHHH!” She jumps, her heart beating as the sounds are back. She has no idea what is happening but it is loud and disruptive.

The voice, Laura. Never has Ororo heard such a scream before. Nobody's going to sleep with this much noise.

Laura screams in reverse cowgirl as she bounces on his cock with him grunting.

If she had known she would be feeling such sensations like this, she would've done it sooner!

She feels the rush again and she quickens it before she howls in the hotel, letting all hear it. She gets off him and turns around on the bed.

Peter gets up and puts his right leg over her left and they get in the scissoring position.

They both go in at the same time and fleshes get louder upon impact, moaning before they bite the shoulders, their instincts becoming satisfied but not stopping until one is down.

They moan out their names for the first time since they started, since they given in to their animal instincts.

The rest of the night is lost as they are in their marathon, enduring while keeping everybody up.

But their fatigue comes in and eventually, it's over. They're sweaty, sticky, burn and tired but extremely satisfied.

Laura kisses Peter and they both close their eyes, sleeping.

What they just went through was only going to get better as the days go by. And the women were going to up their game to get in on the action.