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They were setting off. No time to waste. From the bus, they went to Faeth Mansion where his jet awaited. Czarina was most surprised not by its presence but the notion that it was self-driving.
"Your Earth is about half a decade away from self-driving jets. You're one impressive genius."
"I do my best."
Czarina didn't quite know about Herbie and he didn't plan to tell her. Not yet anyway. He wasn't malicious or playing safe, it just hadn't been brought up yet.
Upon climbing into the main cabin, Czarina crossed her arms and she surveyed the jet's opulence with a spy's calculating eye. She whistled.
"Not bad for a friendly neighborhood Spider-Man," she remarked. She shed her bulky brown outer layers, leaving her in a form-fitting black tank top and tactical pants. Cleavage was on display. Felix's eyes pretended not to look down.
"That bar full?"
"Of course."
"Mind pouring for me?"
Felix headed to the well-stocked bar. He poured a finger of amber whiskey into a crystal tumbler, the ice clinking softly. "Here you are," he said, offering her the glass. Their fingers brushed during the exchange.
She took the drink, her green eyes not leaving his. She could feel the jet rumble and start to move. There was fortunately enough space around his property for his jet to take off. Stealthily at that too.
"Still, self-driving in these conditions?" Czarina questioned. "Not to mention hacking SHIELD. I smell a super AI."
"I call him Herbie."
"Herbie…?" Czarina mused and drank. There was a small pause. "Can Herbie tell me how long it will take to intercept?"
"AFFIRMATIVE," answered the robotic voice. "ARRIVAL IN THIRTY MINUTES, INTERCEPTION IN THREE HOURS."
Czarina seemed surprised. "Hm. Impressive. This AI…"
"Something wrong?"
"No, nothing." Czarina shook her head slow. "This jet moves fast. Modified?"
"Stealth mode and everything."
"What kind of cloaking device?"
"Individualized panels reflect away all kinds of scanners, infrared and radar included, by 99.9%."
"Individualized panels? Every piece has a unique device?"
Felix sipped on chocolate milk. Herbie enjoyed it. "Mhm."
"How long did that take you?"
"Not as long as you'd think." Mini Herbie robots working on the clock were a blessing
"Which factory did you outsource to then? Unless…" Siiip. Czarina looked impressed. "You didn't? I can't even guess how you made your own factory. Child labour?"
Felix gave her a look. Czarina shrugged.
"Sorry. 2099 joke."
"Anyway, I've got clothes ready for you in the change room. An exact replica of the scientist you're going as."
Czarina blinked and was wondering, again, how he did it. Simple—he asked Sue to do it.
"Through there." He nodded toward a discreet door at the rear of the cabin. "The uniform, the lab coat, a copy of her ID badge, even the brand of her lip balm. It's all in there."
Natasha took a slow sip, letting the burn of the liquor travel down her throat. Her gaze was appraising. "Impressive. Thorough."
"I do my best."
"You do, don't you?" Czarina purred.
She set the glass down with a definitive click. "Well. No time like the present." She turned and walked toward the door, her hips swaying with a confident, hypnotic rhythm. The redhead paused at the threshold, looking back over her shoulder. "Don't peek."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Felix said, smiling.
He gave her a few minutes, busying himself with checking the jet's flight path in his head. Rash was cackling at the tension between him and Czarina. There had always been tension.
They were over the Atlantic, a blanket of dark clouds below them. The cabin lights dimmed to a soft, intimate glow.
"Hm?" A soft sound made him turn. The door to the change room slid open, but the curtain inside was still drawn.
"Felix?" Czarina's voice floated out, huskier than before. "Could you come here for a second? I think there's an issue with the… fastening."
A classic line. A transparent one. And utterly irresistible.
He crossed the cabin, the plush carpet muffling his steps. He stopped just outside the drawn curtain. "What's the problem?"
"See for yourself."
He reached for the curtain, his heart hammering against his ribs. He pulled it aside.
The sexy redhead secretary he had known since his first day of work was nude like he had dreamed of.
He swallowed thickly and smiled. The woman before him caused his cock to instantly twitch and lurch forward. Talk about deadly beauty. Her skin was pale, like polished marble under the soft light. Her breasts were full, heavy D-cups with pert, rosy nipples that were already peaked in the cool air. Her waist was narrow, flaring out to a pair of hips that were seductive sculpture.
Czarina made no move to cover herself. She simply stood there, one hand on her hip, a knowing smirk spreading across her face as she watched his eyes devour her. His gaze traveled down her body, and he felt the insistent pressure against the fly of his jeans. His cock was fully fucking hard from the tension, swelled to its full, formidable length but trapped and straining against the denim.
He wanted to fuck the shit of her already.
Natasha's eyes followed the line of his stare, down to the very obvious bulge. Her smirk widened. "Wow," she breathed, the sound full of genuine appreciation. "That is a promising development."
Felix couldn't speak. He was too busy memorizing the curve of her breast, the dip of her navel, the perfect symmetry of her.
"We have," Czarina said, taking a step toward him, her bare feet silent on the floor, "what? A couple of hours until rendezvous?"
He managed a nod, his throat dry.
"And after this mission, we might be… separated. For a while." Another step. The heat of her body reached him now. Her smell too: Czarina was so womanly that he couldn't describe it as anything else. Maybe slightly rosey? Definitely some perfume in there. "High-stakes operations. Adrenaline pumping. It's a bad idea to go in tense." Her hand came up, a single finger tracing a light path down his chest. "We should blow off some steam."
The cleavage he saw everyday to work. The flirting and eye fuckery they exchanged. He wanted to surge forward, his hands cupping her face, and capture her mouth with his. As her finger travelled down, down, and poked at the tip of his stretched bulge…
Spurt!
He instead creamed his fucking pants.
Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!
Like a fucking fountain took over his dick, spilling out liquid and letting it drip, drip, drip. His hips stuttered and Felix grunted loudly. 'Oh fuck—'
But with his balls? His healing factory? His libido?
"Oh. Oh wow."
Czarina watched in real time as Spider-Man grunted, gasped, went wide-eyed, looked down, and saw his cock fighting in his pants. He went, "Fuck," shooting ropes. Pants stretching by the seams and white liquid dripping through.
"W-wait," he gasped, "This isn't, nnngg…!"
A big cock like his couldn't be hidden. No way. He came and came and the nude redhead understood that it was the view alone that caused this.
"So. Spider-Man. You struggle with premature ejaculation?"
"N-no, it's just…"
His cock lurched and he stuttered and had to cover his crotch. "F-fuck…!"
Czarina just watched. Czarina giggled. "I've had men struggle with control around me, but never like this. This is new."
It was new to him too! The science and why was easily explainable. 'E-Emma…! Ngggh!' The stuff with Emma and Elsa was an ethereal experience and—technically speaking—where he came without actually cumming. The link between his physical and mental state was out of sync, to the point that the first sign of sex made him combust. Everything he had built up, all those loads he gave Emma and Elsa spewed out in this one climax.
When he was done, Felix was a shamed mess. Cum rolled down his legs through his pants. His legs trembled and it was only because he was Spider-Man that he was able to keep standing.
"So." Czarina smirked. "You done? Or do your balls need some time to recover, love?"
He staggered to his full height. He shuddered a little. His balls tingled and his cock felt wet.
"Still hard. Now that's new," Czarina commented. Smirking, it was she who took the initiative to kiss him. Felix, still recovering, snapped his hands down to her ass.
"Mmm…!"
"Good boy~!"
She kissed with a thrilled smile, boobs pressing against his chest. It was a collision of pent-up need and ruthless consent. Her lips were soft but fierce, opening for him immediately, her tongue meeting his in a hot, slick dance. She tasted of whiskey and unadulterated want. He groaned into her mouth, his hands sliding down to squeeze her booty cheeks, pulling her flush against him. Her ass was soft. The hard ridge of his cock pressed into the softness of her lower belly, and she giggled, arching into the contact.
Czarina broke the kiss, panting slightly, her eyes dark with lust. "Try not to cum again, hm?" she chided, her fingers going to his belt.
Her hands were there. In moments, his belt was undone, his jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped. She shoved them and his boxers down over his hips.
His cock sprang free, thick and fully erect, curving up toward his stomach. It was indeed huge, long and thick with a prominent vein running along its length, the head already flushed a dark, needy red.
A soft, incredulous "Oh" escaped her. Her professional composure cracked. There was carnal shock, then delight. Her pink tongue darted out to wet her lips. "Spider-Man indeed," she murmured thickly. She wrapped her fingers around his base. She gave him an experimental stroke, from root to tip, her thumb smearing the bead of pre-cum that had gathered at his slit. A shiver of pleasure racked his frame. "It's so big. I love it," she confessed, looking up at him through her lashes.
Then she dragged him fully into the change room, made him sit, and dropped to her knees on the soft carpet.
Czarina on her knees alone was enough to make him spit out pre-cum. "So sensitive," she remarked, giggling.
"H-had, uh…"
"Backed-up? Oh no, I get it, Spidey~!"
Czarina the secretary, nude and on her knees before him. Her red hair fell down her shoulders and her tits were large and perky. She didn't tease. She took him into her mouth in one smooth, deep glide.
'Holy fuck….!'
Felix's head slammed back against the wall of the change room. The secretary's mouth was professional. Best way to describe it. She got right to it. Her lips formed a perfect, tight seal and her tongue swirled and pressed against the sensitive underside, tracing the vein with devilish precision. She used her hands, stroking what she couldn't take—which, given his size, was a considerable amount.
Deep, sucking pulls followed by fluttering licks just beneath his head. Czarina hollowed her cheeks, creating a suction that made his vision blur. Every nerve ending in his dick was screaming, focused entirely on the exquisite torture of her mouth or her hands. He tangled a hand in her red hair, just to hold on as waves of pleasure threatened to buckle his knees.
"Czarina…! I'm not gonna last…" he gritted out, his hips giving an involuntary jerk.
She hummed in response. It was her permission. Her encouragement. She took him deeper, until his cock disappeared. Her hands were behind her. She threw them up as if to say, "Magic~!"
What a pro.
That was it. Rope after rope of hot cum pulsed from him, and Czarina swallowed it down.
"Y-you're like a fucking pro…!"
She was. He felt her throat work, swallowing every drop, her lips locked tight around him, milking him through the last, shuddering spurts. She didn't pull away until he was completely spent, until the last tremor had left his thighs.
The redhead released him with a soft, wet pop, licking her lips clean. She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming with triumph and undisguised hunger. His cock, to his and her evident surprise, was still hard, still throbbing, barely softened by the intense orgasm.
Natasha laughed and stroked him slowly. "Of course. A man who can keep going." She seemed genuinely thrilled. She gave his shaft a playful slap against her cheek, the sound obscene and erotic. The contrast of his flushed flesh against her pale skin was mesmerizing. "I love men who can last."
Still on her knees, she shifted. She took her magnificent breasts in her hands, pushing them together to form a pair of nice melon-y titties. "Can you go for one more?" she said, guiding his slick cock between them.
For a tittyfuck? Of fucking course!
"Fuuuckk…!"
He rolled his head back. Smothered in the pillows felt unbelievable. The squeezing pressure was entirely different from her mouth. Waaay softer. She began to move, rocking her upper body, using her hands to press her breasts tighter around him.
"I bet you've been wanting this since the day we met…"
"F-fuck! Yeah, yeah, I did! I wanted to jizz all over it!"
"Knew it." Her lips curled into an arrogant smile. "Mm, you really are big. If only I knew who big you were from the start…"
Anybody could see the head of his cock emerging from the top of her cleavage. It just lay there, whether she was thrusting upward or not. With every upward thrust that she created though, it was lewd. His cock poked her lips and after the second poke…
"Mwah!"
Czarina kissed his cock.
Tits went down, so too did her lips.
"Mwah!"
A tittyfuck with loving kisses. It was perfect.
"I can feel your dick throbbing…! How naughty…!"
She dipped her head and added to the kiss, her tongue snaking out to lick the tip of his cock each time it appeared. So now it was titties plus kiss plus lick. It was driving him mad. "Czarina…!" Pleasure, raw and electric, built in his balls again, faster this time, fed by the visual feast and her enthusiastic moans.
She was doing it on purpose. Kissing, licking, tittyfucking, and moaning like a pornstar. Czarina put on a fucking show. It was the closest to a pornstar experience he had ever experienced.
"You feel so good," she mumbled against his skin, her eyes locked on his. "So big. Cover my tits, big boy~!"
He did.
This one was just as powerful as the first. Thick, white ropes of cum erupted, shooting and splashing across her face. Three stripes of white landed on her cheek, another on her chin, three consecutive ropes across the bridge of her nose. She didn't flinch. She kept moving her breasts through his climax, milking him dry, her smirk never fading even as his seed painted her features.
Finally, he stilled, panting, his cock still trapped in the warm, sticky cradle of her breasts. It remained rigid, impressively hard even after two devastating releases.
Natasha looked up at him, a vision of debauched beauty. Cum adorned her face like war paint. She was smirking through it, her green eyes blazing with satisfaction and a challenge. The Black Widow loved this. Loved him.
Slowly, Felix reached down, his hands trembling slightly. He cupped her cum-smeared face, his thumbs gently wiping a streak from her cheekbone. His cock twitched.
He was about to speak, about to pull her up for another kiss, when she moved. In a fluid motion, she rose to her feet and swiped the towel hanging off the sidebar. One hand cleaned her face while the other hand grasped his still-throbbing length.
"Haaah~!" Rusky and raw, she positioned his fat cock at her entrance, her wet cunt meeting. She looked him dead in the eye, her expression one of fierce possession. "Now you fill the rest of me."
The hand with the towel slicked off her face and wiped her face clean. Her hands settled and became tight on his shoulders. The slick, swollen head of his cock notched perfectly at her entrance. She didn't lower herself slowly. She dropped, taking him in one fierce, engulfing motion.
Felix saw stars. Czarina was incredible. Tight, impossibly hot, and so wet he slid into her to the hilt in one smooth, devastating stroke. She seated herself fully, her ass meeting his thighs. "Fuuuck…"!
Her inner wall clenched around him in a welcoming pulse.
But if he saw stars, so did she.
"N-never…f-fuck…!" Czarina gasped, her head falling back, exposing the elegant line of her throat. Her breasts heaved, her nipples hard peaks against his chest. "Yes. J-just like that."
Not so confident. Not with this cock.
She began to move almost immediately, finding a demanding rhythm. She rose up until only the tip of him remained inside, then slammed back down, taking all of him, using the strength in her powerful thighs to drive him deeper with each descent.
Felix's hands flew to her hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, helping to guide her, to meet her thrust for thrust. The change room was too small, too confining. "The couch," he managed to grunt between clenched teeth.
Czarina understood. In a seamless, coordinated move, she wrapped her legs around his waist, locking her ankles. He stood, her weight nothing to his enhanced strength, her tight cunt sheathing him perfectly even as he moved. He carried her the few steps out of the change room and into the main cabin, lowering them both onto the wide, plush leather couch.
She never let him slip out. The moment his back hit the cushions, she was moving again, a red-haired goddess riding him with ferocious expertise. What a fucking ride. Her booty was like liquid with how it was moving.
Her hands braced on his chest, her nails scratching lightly through the fabric of his shirt. Her eyes were locked on his, dark with lust and a flicker of something wilder, something that had been caged too long.
"Play with them," Czarina ordered, her voice a breathy command. "I want to feel your hands on my tits while you fuck me."
Grinning, his hands came up to cup her heavy, perfect breasts. They filled his palms, warm and impossibly soft, the nipples begging for attention. He squeezed, kneaded, rolled the stiff peaks between his thumbs and forefingers. She moaned at length and swore.
"Oh fuck, oh fuuuck! Good job! Y-you're doing good~!"
"Doing good?" He pinched. "How about this?
Czarina's hips stuttering for a moment before finding a new, faster tempo.
"Y-you're holding back."
He smirked up at her. "Maybe."
Huffing, she rode him faster and he pinched her nipples, twisting slightly, and she cried out, her back arching, her pussy clamping down on him. A direct line of pleasure shot straight to his balls. He could feel her cream coating his cock, making every slide a wet, filthy, perfect sound.
"You feel… god… you feel amazing," Felix groaned. The leather of the couch squeaked beneath them, a lewd accompaniment. "So tight. So fucking wet."
He wasn't yet thrusting though.
"It's you," she panted, sweat beading on her collarbone. "It's this… this cock." She leaned forward, her breasts swaying above his face.
He needed no further invitation. He captured one rosy peak in his mouth, sucking hard, his tongue lashing the rigid bud. He switched to the other, giving it the same fierce attention, biting down just enough to make her gasp and grind down on him harder, her movements becoming less controlled, more desperate.
"Gah! Mmmph! Y-you're good! V-very good!" Her eyes rolled back. "I'm close. So close, Felix! Don't stop. Don't you dare stop!"
He released her breast with a pop. "Never," he growled. He gripped her hips again, his superhuman strength taking over, and he began to fuck up into her with deep, powerful strokes that drove the air from her lungs.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
Each thrust buried him to the root. Each thrust caused her eyes to widen more and more.
"Wait—"
CLAP—!
"Oh yebat—!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
A bit of Russian slipped out. Felix grinned.
"You love being a slut, don't you?"
Deeper. Harder. He was kissing her G-spot like it was nothing. He was making her feel weak with dick game alone.
Spider-Man and the Black Widow; they were almost equals. Almost.
Natasha's composure shattered. Her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth fell open, and she shrieked with wonder. "YES!" Her pussy creamed, a fresh gush of warmth soaking them both. She shook, her entire body trembling as the orgasm ravaged her, her head thrown back in ecstatic surrender. "I'M CUMIIIING~!!"
Felix held her through it, fucking her steadily as she convulsed around him, the intense, rhythmic squeezing pushing him to his own edge. He was right there too.. He was about to let go, to flood her with his release, when she suddenly went limp, collapsing forward onto his chest, panting against his neck.
"D-don't you cum yet," Czarina whispered. She planted her hands on his chest and pushed herself up, sliding off him with a wet, obscene sound. His cock, slick with her juices, stood out thick and angry and still rock-hard. She looked at it, then at his face, a wicked grin spreading across her features. "We've been building up to this, you know? Why cum fast?"
Czarina was right, or maybe her tits were manipulating into thinking she was right.
She walked and walked without breaking eye contact. Showing the trail of pussy juice. Arriving at the bar, she spun around and presented her spectacular backside to him—the narrow waist, the flare of her hips, the perfect, pale globes of her ass. She bent forward, bracing her hands on the bar table, looking back at him over her shoulder.
"Take me. Hard. Fuck me like you mean it, Spider-Man."
Felix jumped to her, cock bobbing, and slammed inside. Why wait?
She screamed, a short, sharp cry of pure satisfaction. "Again!"
He pulled out almost all the way and slammed back in. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the cabin, loud and primal over the jet's hum.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
His hips worked hard. He fucked her in. He smacked her left ass cheek, smiling.
"You like it?"
"Cocky bastard…! I love it!"
Czarina smirked back.
He could feel and see her ass jiggling, see the red marks his fingers were leaving on her pale skin. She met every thrust, pushing back against him, taking everything he gave and demanding more.
"Fuck! Yes! Just like that!" she chanted. Her pussy clenched and released, milking him with every inward stroke. It was tighter from this angle, deeper. He could feel her trembling again, another climax building. "I'm gonna cum…! I'm gonna cum again…! Make me cum!"
Thrust, thrust, thrust!
"J-just like that! Yes! YES! Your cock! M-makes me slutty! I love it!"
She was pushing herself back. The spy wasn't some easy slut, oh no, she was a special kind of slut. Her pale, jiggly ass was going crazy. The harder he fucked, the more she wanted to get fucked.
He reached around, his hand sliding over her flat stomach and down, finding her swollen clit. He pressed his thumb against the hard little nub and circled it firmly, in time with his thrusts.
"P-playing with my clit! D-don't think something like is that going to—"
She hiccuped. Something like that did make her cum. He grinned when her arms shook as she tried to keep herself up. Czarina was not going to go splat on the bar table. No, no way. She wasn't that easy of a woman.
"Oh fuck—!"
So he grabbed a handful of hair and tugged on it. Slamming her down on his dick.
"Jesus—!"
Her eyes rolled back.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
"Oooohhhhhh! Mmmmmmmmmm!!" She was smiling widely. "Oh fuuuck! This diiick! I can't stop cumming!! Y-you nerdy stud! Ngggh—!"
"Never thought you'd be moaning on my dick?"
His question was answered by a lengthy moan. "J-just keep fucking me!"
"Is that a yes…" Thrust! "...or a no?"
"D-don't be daft! I-I knew you were hung from the day I met you! I knew it! I knew I wanted—" Gasp and shudder. "I knew I wanted this diiiick to fuck meeee~!!"
This orgasm was a miracle for her. Her scream was louder this time and her spine arched, then shuddered violently. Her cunt clamped down on his cock, a flood of hot cream soaking his length and dripping down his balls. She shook, her legs buckling, held up only by his grip on hair and her own braced arms on the surface.
"T-t-t-that was…ngggh~!"
"Heh! Widows are supposed to consume male spiders, aren't they?"
Her cunt was tight but…at this point, he had dealt with plenty of tight cunts.
"Haah…!" Her mouth opened and showed a cobweb of saliva. She wanted to retort. She couldn't. "N-nerdy cock…! Ngggh~!!"
"Nerdy cock? Come on, Czarina, you know you can do better!" Wham! "Can't you!?"
She couldn't. Her throat was letting pathetic, incomprehensible noises. Look at that. The great spy was coming undone—because of him. To think they'd arrive at this point, where Felix thoroughly dominated here, where it could be said that HE was the catch, not her.
Felix had truly grown. Felix was not the same man he was when he first met her. "Want me to cum? Where?" he asked cockily.
"I-i-inshiiide! Hngggh! D-do inshiiide, you stud! Do it!!"
"Ooh, I didn't quite catch that?"
What a tease. What cockiness. He never could have done this before. But guess what? He was doing it now.
"Inshiiiiiide~!!"
With a roar that felt like it came from the depths of his soul, he buried himself to the hilt and let go.
Felix pumped deep into her clenching cunt. He pulsed inside her, each jet of his release accompanied by a ragged groan, his hips jerking involuntarily. He was emptying himself. He flooded her, filling her completely, until he could feel the hot spill of it seeping out around where they were joined, dripping down her inner thighs.
Felix rested his forehead against her shoulder blade. "Fuuuck…!"
"Hehe…"
Czarina and Felix lifted their heads. They looked at each other. He was buried in her and on top of her. Balls-deep, foreheads nearly touching, drained.
They kissed, tongues slowly consuming each other. After the kiss, Czarina smiled.
"That…was a long time coming."
Felix laughed a little. "It was."
Slowly, carefully, he pulled out. A stream of his cum followed, leaking from her well-used pussy and trickling down her leg. The creampie was profoundly erotic.
Czarina gasped, slowly straightened, turning to face him. Her face was flushed, her hair a wild mess. She looked equally spent and triumphant. She glanced down at the mess between her legs, then back up at him, a slow, sated smile curling her lips.
"Looks like you can go again…!"
Felix's cock had not softened. Czarina jumped up on the surface and spread her legs wide. She beckoned him with a finger.
Drip, drop! Felix's cock was more than ready.
…
…
…
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"You're such a slut for cock!"
"T-this cock! Your cock!"
Each thrust was a full-body commitment, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud and lewd in the cabin. The jet's hum was a bassline to their fucking. He held her legs apart, his grip firm, controlling the angle, driving into her with a single-minded intensity.
Felix grunted, his own hips stuttering, the intense, rhythmic squeezing threatening to pull his own climax from him prematurely. He held on, teeth gritted, watching her face contort in ecstasy. Her green eyes were squeezed shut, her lips pulled back from her teeth, her fiery hair a wild corona against the dark cushion. This was the peak of the woman, the legendary Black Widow, completely undone.
The orgasm seemed to last forever, shaking through her in waves that gradually subsided into tremors.
Yet they kept going.
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
They kept fucking—or at least Felix did in the mating press.
"Thrust!" she screamed, her composure gone. "Thrust, you bastard! Fuck me! Harder! Use me! I need THIS~!!"
His hips became a blur. He fucked her with the enhanced strength of a Spider-Man. Fat balls smacking and cock reaching deeper than any dildo ever could. No amount of training or futuristic sex toys could match up to Felix Faeth.
"That's it! That's it! Good boy!" There was an insane giggle. "Right there! Oh fuck, I can feel you in my womb!
"You gonna cum again, you greedy slut?"
"S-says the man—!" PLAP—! "Slut! You've fucked sluts before me, haven't you!?"
He didn't correct her. He couldn't. She was right.
"Gah! Hngggh! K-knew you couldn't keep it in your pants!"
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
"I-imagine if I had fucked you the first day we met," Czarina slurred. "I would have tamed you. I-I would have—"
Slam! PLAP—!
"But that's not what happened. You're getting fucked—now!"
Thrust!
"I'm cumming in you now too!"
Czarina's eyes rolled back. She couldn't stop it. He came inside her for the third time that day. There were four rounds more to go.
***
Four more rounds went by. Loud, table-shaking sex that would have woken up a neighbourhood. Instead, it was high in the skies with no one to know.
"Here's a philosophical question: if no one knows we fucked, did we?" Czarina asked.
"My cum inside you says we fucked."
"Hah." Following the laugh, Czarina let out a long, contented sigh, a sound that seemed to come from the very core of her. "True. Quite true."
Czarina pushed herself up from the couch and padded naked to a sleek refrigerator unit built into the cabin wall. She pulled out a bottle of chilled water, cracked it open, and took a long, deep pull, her throat working. Water trickled from the corner of her mouth, trailing down her neck and between her breasts. She didn't bother wiping it away.
Felix was at the threshold between the cockpit and the cabin. Just looking things over, really.
Leaning her hip against the counter, the bottle held loosely in her hand, Czarina's sharp, assessing green eyes traveled over his form.
"Quite a view from back here, too," she murmured to herself.
From her angle, she had a perfect view of his backside, the powerful muscles of his legs and ass, and most importantly, his cock hanging down. She mentally compared it to the water bottle.
"Don't have these kinds of cocks in 2099," she mused to herself. It wasn't just the cock she could see either, she could see the shape of his balls too. Didn't hang as lowly but since it was thicker, it was obvious where it was.
Czarina took another slow sip of water. Just watching.
When Felix turned fully to face her, his cock swung loosely. A flaccid dong like this didn't shrivel up after an hour of sex. It bounced. Seductive lips parted at his dick clapping on his thigh.
"Heh, now I get why men get ogle my tits…" She licked her lips like a predator. "Mm…I just want to eat him up…"
Seeing Czarina, his cock soared to life. Instantly, just like that. Perks of his ridiculous libido. Just looking at her got him hard.
The redhead blinked and smirked. "All that for little old me?"
Felix just chuckled. It bobbed proudly, a thick, veined testament to his unnatural stamina. It was already leaking a fresh bead of pre-cum.
A slow, predatory smirk spread across Natasha's face. She didn't move from her spot against the counter. She just watched him, her gaze burning with renewed interest. "You just don't quit, do you?"
Felix's own desire had never fully banked. Never did, really. His eyes were locked on her chest, on the magnificent D-cup titties.
A memory flashed—the first day he met her. The first day he saw her tits in that low-cut shirt. He started walking again, pre-cum dripping. His cock was drumming up pre-cum that had been waiting for years now.
"I've been wanting to do this from the day we met."
Her smirk widened, intrigued. "Oh? And what's that?" She walked to the couch and sat down, legs crossed. Almost like she knew.
Nah, she definitely knew.
His lengthy pipe was pointed toward her. Pre-cum fell on the topside of her tips. He reached down and wrapped his hand around his own thick shaft. He began to stroke himself, slowly, his eyes never leaving her breasts.
Sitting down on the couch while he stood, she understood immediately. She leaned back slightly and pushed her tits out. Her expression shifted from curiosity to sultry encouragement. "Is that right?" she purred. "And what did you imagine?"
"This," he grunted and picked up the pace, his fist gliding smoothly over his slick flesh. The jerk off was delicious. "Seeing you in that top… all that cleavage on display… I wanted to ruin it. To paint those perfect tits of yours white."
A shiver ran through her. Her nipples tightened further. "Uh-huh…"
Her breasts had been the target since day one. He focused on the image, on the fantasy made real, his hand moving faster now, a steady, rhythmic pump. His breaths came in short, sharp gusts.
Look at her. Just look at her. Red hair, big tits, and a lovely smirk.
Czarina understood who she was and the effect she had on men. She was a professional after all. She looked down at her own chest, then back at his working hand, her lips slightly parted, her cheeks flushed. She brought her own hands up, cupping her breasts, lifting them, offering them to him. She squeezed them together, deepening the valley between them, her thumbs brushing over her own nipples. "Here," she whispered. "Aim right here."
Stroke, stroke, stroke! His balls drew up tight.
"Czarina…!"
"Do it~! Cum on me, Spider-Man. Mark me."
His hips jerked forward, and the first thick, pearlescent rope launched from his pulsing slit. It arced through the air, a perfect, glistening line, and splattered across the upper swell of her left breast, just above her nipple. He didn't stop. The second, third, and fourth rope followed instantly, landing stripe after stripe across the other breast. Once he reached the double-digits, his cum dripped downward from her cleavage. He kept stroking, each subsequent pulse less forceful but no less voluminous, adding to the mess, spattering across only her tits.
The sheer amount of it was a testament to his superhuman biology.
Finally, the spasms subsided. His hand slowed, then stilled. He was panting, his chest heaving, his cock still throbbing in his grip, smeared with his own cum. He was still hard. The sight of her, painted with him, seemed to feed the relentless engine inside him.
Czarina looked down at herself, then up at him. "Wow…!" She didn't look disgusted. She looked… triumphant. She dragged a finger through the mess on her chest, collecting a large dollop on her fingertip. She brought it to her mouth and sucked it clean, her eyes locked on his, humming with pleasure.
"Mmm. You weren't kidding," she said, her voice thick. She looked like a goddess anointed in seed. "I love a man who follows through on a fantasy."
Her hand wrapped around his wrist, guiding his cum-slicked hand away from his cock. Then she replaced it with her own, her fingers curling around his formidable girth, squeezing lightly.
"Still so hard," she murmured, marveling at it. "You really are a marvel." She looked up at him, her green eyes dark with promise. "My turn to clean up. And I have a very efficient method."
She didn't take him in her mouth immediately and instead used her breasts. She began to wipe his cock clean like it was a towel. She dragged her cum-coated titties along his shaft, smearing his own release back onto him, the soft, slippery friction maddening. She rubbed him between her breasts.
"T-this is cleaning?"
"Heh, I'm just kidding."
Which was when she dipped to lick and kiss the head. She started using her tongue. She actually started cleaning. By the time she was done…
His cock pointed upward like a star and pressed against her head, completely beating it in length. Czarina smirked. She gave it a smooch.
"How many more rounds can the spider go for?"
His cock throbbed in response:
"Many."