Themysciran Treasures update

Felicia heard his anguished moan and looked down to his lower body. As it turned out, she had played the seductress a little too well—Spider-Man had just had a premature ejaculation because of her. And quite a bit of an ejaculation at that. Felicia’s brow furrowed. How much she would’ve preferred to have that damp patch on the inside of her mouth or between her legs instead of wasted on Spider-Man’s underwear.

“Well, at least I know you enjoyed the show,” she said. Spider-Man was, naturally, silently aghast. His mask was still pulled up from his neckline a little, and in the bare skin of his throat, Felicia could see him flushing beet-red. “Why don’t we do something about those clothes? I’d hate for someone to come along and see you like this. It’d be bad for the city. Like seeing Captain America going to a Klan rally…”

Peter hung his head. Even through his mask, he gave off such mortification and misery that Felicia couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. She decided to throw a few lessons on stamina into the facts of life she was hoping to teach him.

But first, she took hold of his trousers and pulled them down his hips.

“Hey, wait a minute!” Peter cried, suddenly seeming to come back to himself and struggle against his bonds. “What’re you doing!?”

“Like I said. Getting you out of those dirty clothes.”

“But I don’t have anything else to wear!?”

Felicia smirked at him. “Relax. You don’t have anything to be ashamed of.” And he’d just come, too. “Maybe it’s a good thing you went off when you did. Going around with all of that swinging between your legs might be considered a threat—depending on the girl.”

With the trousers of his costume down around his ankles, Felicia simply ripped them off against the traps holding his feet and let them flutter down to the ground. Then she sidled up Peter’s body, climbing up him until she perched herself in his lap. She gave him her most innocent look, but the way she squirmed her curvaceous ass in his lap was obscenely mocking.
 

Felicia put her arms around his neck, lightly running her fingernails along the exposed skin of his still-bedraggled mask before relaxing into a more loving embrace. “Maybe we should negotiate a new deal. I could get you out of this… kinky little predicament…” she looked down with girlish glee as she ground her ass lewdly into his pounding erection. “Before anyone sees you. And, in exchange, you could do a little something for me. I’m sure you can remember how curious I was a moment ago. You would be able to satisfy… my curiosity… wouldn’t you?”
 

Peter was sweating profusely now, holding himself back only with an effort. He was naked from the waist down and rapidly regaining his erection, even as he tried desperately to talk himself out of fucking this goddamn furry. He knew the Daily Bugle had it out for him, but still, there were plenty of people who saw him as a solid dude, respected, admired, not the least of which were fellow heroes like the Avengers, the Fantastic Four, and the X-Men. What would any of them say about him fucking a villainess like this?
 

Even if she was a nymphomaniac. And one of the hottest, sexiest woman he’d ever seen. With an ass so silky and plush that he thought ramming her there would be like jumping on a bed. To say nothing of fucking her sultry mouth and luscious cunt…
 

“Maybe you could just let me clean you up?” Felicia whispered in his ear, still with a teasing innocence that warmed his blood to a boil as it surged to his groin. “Having all of New York wake up to find you with no pants on is one thing, but covered in your own jizz? That’s just weird. Maybe I should lick it all up. It’s no trouble—as long as you taste good. Do you taste good, Spider? I don’t think I could stand it if such a big, hot, monster like you have didn’t shoot out sweet cum…”
 

Hearing her obscene flirtations purring out of her mouth—that mouth that had cooed and giggled as she’d made herself come—shredded through the last of Peter’s precarious control. He strained against the trapped tiles holding him, not sure what he would do if he got free, but knowing Felicia wouldn’t be teasing him anytime soon—!
 

“It can be our little secret, Spider,” Felicia murmured, knowing she was running him ragged, like she was riding a horse to exhaustion, beating it within an inch of its life with a wildly flailing crop. “After all, no one would believe me anyway—not that I got the better of a big, strong hero like you. And you, you wouldn’t tell… not about doing something so shameful, so awful… it’d be better to pretend it never happened… that it was all just a dream… just a naughty dream you had…”
 

With the same deft movements she had used to masturbate herself, Felicia reached down to his manhood, fit snugly between her buttocks in its proud erection. She stroked the quivering shaft with the tips of her fingers, surprised to find it even bigger than it had felt as it spread her asscheeks open. She sucked in her breath; the thing was a real giant. She was glad she’d ended up fucking herself in the ass—otherwise, she just might’ve made herself a liar.

Taking hold of the back of his mask and through it, his hair, Felicia pulled until he was forced to crane his head back, bend his entire back, until he was hanging away from his trapped extremities at the full extension of his limbs. Carefully placing her feet on top of his calves, Felicia dropped down to his lower body, her elbows perched on his hairy thighs. It was like she was again kneeling before him, and Peter braced himself for another painful trick.

Felicia seized hold of his throbbing manhood, her fist tight, her fingernails cool where they pressed into his shaft. Peter nearly whimpered, but Felicia wasn’t tightening her grip. Peter looked down nervously to see that she was moving her lips to his phallus, a moan already deep in her throat.

She sucked his half-hard cock into her mouth until it was buried in her throat. Then she really started to suck, a noisy slurp that drifted up to Peter’s ears like music. His member jerked wildly. He felt like he was being pulled down into a hot, tight whirlpool, his whole body twitching as her tongue licked across the tip of his prick, then pushed against it violently.

His cock jerked into resounding life, lengthening and stiffening and throbbing like it was as desperate for the confines of Felicia’s throat as Felicia was to take it in. It swelled hugely, filling Felicia’s gulping throat.

Peter thought that she would choke on his prick, that she had to, but she just seemed to delight in how it stretched her throat and impaled her gullet. She gagged and sucked, swirling her tongue around his thrumming cockhead until Peter worried he would come all over again. He jerked back as far as he could from her blazing mouth, but she refused to give him up.

“Felicia! Jesus Christ! You’re going to make me shoot!” he gasped.

Felicia smiled up at him as she slid off his cock, sucking it clean of his semen from earlier. “Good for you,” she mewled, licking more strands of cum from his thighs, his groin, his balls. “You just have to pull back, like that, whenever you’re about to come. You’ll stay hard a good, long time… and I’ll get to suck you… so much more…”

“I, I’ll try,” Peter vowed, fearful of saying anything more, revealing just how much he appreciated whatever this sick thing was between them. However it had come to be, he wanted it to last.

“And when the time comes,” Felicia continued, “you’ll have so much more to feed me.” She grasped his cock in her hand and leaned over it again.

Her tongue, wet silk, liquid feathers, flicked out and eagerly sought his swollen cockhead. Every little swish of it over his member sent ripples of excitement rushing up his shaft. Peter tried to ignore the sensation, blunt it, fought to keep from coming. He felt the tip of Felicia’s tongue dart into the hole topping his cock, snitching the precum that beaded out. She lightly reamed out the sweetness of his lust and smacked her lips at the taste.

“Nnnnnnh!” Peter gaped. “Nngggghh, Cat! That’s so good!”

Felicia’s endless tongue circled around his engorged cockhead, never stopping, just leading him deeper and deeper into her gaping mouth. She continued sucking him until he was buried in her throat once more, still slick, still tight, but taking him all the way to his balls.

Peter moaned soulfully as Felicia licked faster, uncaring of her impaled throat, her nakedness. She slurped and smacked wildly on the prick she’d captured. He could hear her gulping as she devoured every throbbing inch of his cock.

The noise she was making was almost too much for Peter to endure. He was burning up. He could only force himself to hold out. He wanted her to suck forever. He wanted to spend eternity in her mouth, the suction going on and on and on.

Felicia smiled around his delicious cock. The boy was more than just a big cock. He was figuring out how to use it too. She had been throating him for the last five minutes and all he’d given her was precum. She decided to reward him for doing so well.

And Felicia gave him the blowjob of his life, a savage act of love that made every other blowjob he’d ever even seen look like a book club reading. There was simply no comparison to the fire and eagerness and sheer demanding greed of this woman’s mouth.

She didn’t just suck him off, she gave vent to every one of the many wanton desires within her, nibbling her teeth gently across the surface of his cock to make him gasp, flicking her wet tongue across his cockhead like a whip, jerking his shaft in her fist as she suckled at his knob, she was always nibbling, sucking, kissing, lapping, doing something to coax his cum to her mouth.

“Oh Christ, oh fuck, Felicia!” Peter groaned, dazed at the sheer assault on his senses that was the Black Cat supposedly sating her appetites. She used her boiling mouth like a woman would use her pussy as she rode him, bobbing and weaving her head around to roll his cock inside her mouth. Peter tried lunging with his hips to get more of her heavenly suction, but all he could manage was to weakly rock his body forward. She was doing almost everything, and it was a labor of love that he knew he couldn’t contribute anything to beyond a canvas on which to do her work.

Felicia was a born cocksucker who had discovered her natural gift at the same time she’d discovered her appetite. From the moment her first victim shot off in her mouth, awarding her gifted efforts with enough of a flood to make her gag, Felicia was hooked on giving head. Even after moving on to the loss of her virginity, and then to entertaining visitors to her tingling assholes, she’d never gotten over the wondrous sensation of having something huge and hot in her mouth, or better yet, down her throat.

When Felicia went down on Peter, she did it with a concentration so total it was practically animal. Her mind almost ceased to function, with all of her consciousness focused on the thick, gorging flesh that was given over to her aching mouth.

Staring down at the nubile beauty and her masterful efforts, Peter felt an immense knot of cum tightening inside him, a burning pounding in his scrotum that was determined to be free. She was an incredible cocksucker. She had to be. If every woman could do this, no man anywhere would be able to think of anything else. She looked up at him so plaintively that he could see into the core of her being, and as Felicia moaned and sucked and jerked him off, he knew that she only cared about making him come.

He felt himself on the very brink, his seed roaring to get out, when Felicia slurped her way off his length, looking at him in the eye with barely present sanity as her distended lower lip slipped from his glans, her mouth closing, revealing the glimmering saliva that had coated her chin. She wiped it off with the back of her hand. “Do you want to come?”

“Yes!” Peter gasped, barely able to form words, only able to agree. “Yes, yes--”

“Then come inside me.” She pawed her way up his body, licking her lips, sucking on them, savoring every drop of precum that had told of his flavor. His maddeningly erect prick rolled over her flesh as she rose up him. “I don’t want to waste another drop. I’ve had my fill; time to fill me up.”

Something important, stupidly important, but responsible throbbed in the back of Peter’s brain like an annoying metronome counterpointing the mindless lust that was demanding yes, YES, he needed to fuck her, fill her, come inside her, come in her, come, just come--

“What about--birth, birth control--are you on--?”

“Mmmm,” Felicia purred to him, face to face, and he felt the saturated fabric of her panties, slick with her own lust, electric contact on his cockhead that she’d lubricated herself, spit and precum, so slippery he could’ve laughed at how it lapsed right off her panties, panties, her goddamned panties. “No,” Felicia said emphatically. And reached down to hold the crotch of her panties aside, out of the way, not between him and her cunt--

“But what if… what if you get pregnant?”

Felicia hunched against him, he felt the wet kiss of her cunt on his manhood, the beginning of the pressure inside her, he could practically feel it sucking at him as her mouth had done. “That’s a risk you’ll just have to take--ain’t it fun?”

“Can’t you just--” Peter groaned. God, she felt good. Why couldn’t he just shut up and let her feel good? If he could just shut off his stupid brain and forget about birth control pills or whatever, she was probably lying, she had to be, she wouldn’t risk getting pregnant just for some adrenaline rush--would she? “Can’t you just blow me?”

“Very suave,” Felicia laughed. “You really have a way with women. But no. I can’t just blow you. I want to get off. And the thing that’s going to get me off is your cock inside of me. Especially when you come. When you come straight into my fucking womb.”

Her eyes closed, and he knew she was enjoying the feel of his glans parting her blood-swelled folds as much as he was. “What about your ass?” Peter asked her.

One green eye popped open. “Careful, Spider. You’re not that big.” She rocked slightly, letting his glans slide along her lips, softly touch inside her. “Oooh--actually, you are. Which is just another reason to come here. Inside me. Now.”

Her breasts brushed his chest, the nipples burning as hot as her pussy was around his cockhead. Her lips parted; the moist exhale of her breath was hotter still. Her eyes locked with his. Those were the most heated of all.

“I can’t,” Peter said, hating himself for it, his entire body already kinking up with denial as he tried to forestall his lust. “I just can’t.”

Felicia nodded sagely. “Okay then. Fuck you.” 

She drove her fist into his stomach, the belt of web-cartridges which wasn’t actually connected to his pants. Not only did the blow drive the breath out of his, but it burst one of the cartridges--bad luck. Felicia tucked in her arms and legs, letting herself slip right out from under him, as the liquid webbing grew exponentially in the open air to coat Peter’s entire body like goopy, gelatinous soap bubbles. 

The only upside was that as the webbing exploded off of him, it hit the traps holding his limbs, and Peter was sure he heard something short-circuiting. Of course: it was no accident the grip had been just powerful enough to hold him without breaking his bones, there must’ve been some sophisticated, ultrasensitive mechanism to govern the level of pressure to exert. With strands of webbing sloshing through its innards, that system went haywire. Peter wrenched his hands free just like that. His feet were even easier; as his weight shifted entirely onto them, his legs pulled right out of the traps and he was falling to the ground.

Of course, his arms and legs were numb and he still had a pounding hard-on, not to mention being covered in web goop, but he supposed it beat being a teen father. He saw Felicia running for it right down the sidewalk, her near-naked body flashing a tawny gold as she passed under streetlights. He hurled himself after her, but overshot--his aerodynamic profile was nowhere near what it had once been--and burst through a parking meter. Most of the coinage he exploded stuck to the layer of webbing he’d managed to cover himself with.

“Oh, are you getting into larceny too?” Felicia taunted him. “That’d make you a copycat, right?”

Peter fired a webline after her, but she juked to the side and it hit a passing car on the intersection up ahead. Peter vainly tried to disengage the webline, but again his spinneret jammed, and as the car kept driving, he was dragged across the street, accumulating a fine layer of fallen leaves and a few empty cans. Damn litter…

He caught himself on the sidewalk curb and pounded his webshooter, cutting off the webline. No more trying that tactic. Bad luck or no, his webshooters were well and truly fried. He’d be lucky if he managed to swing back home. 

The sun was coming up; he could see the morning light pouring into the gutter water left behind by the street cleaners. As if this could get more mortifying. Felicia, who only seemed more ‘enthused’ by all of this, he could see hopping a fence. She was back on embassy grounds now--great, more security systems.

Peter followed after her, easily clearing the fence and its pointed posts, but landing in the yard just as the morning sprinklers came on. The water at least destabilized the chemistry of the unrefined webbing he was coated in--he’d designed it to be washing machine friendly--but it also sent a brisk chill through his body. Then again, maybe he could use a cold shower.

Running through the spray and feeling ridiculously Baywatchish, Peter was unsurprised to find that Felicia had gotten clear of the sprinklers before they’d gone off, and was running across the concrete courtyard that separated the embassy’s main gate from its front door. Peter chased after her. Whatever powers she had and whatever martial arts she’d trained in, she was still baseline human, and he was Spider-Man. He could outrun an Olympic sprinter, outlift the Mountain, and program a VCR for good measure. He was pretty sure he could catch up to her. Especially since he wasn’t wearing heels.

“Come and get me, Spider!” she catcalled him, making a beeline for the fountain the courtyard was centered around, the water currently disabled. 

Peter wondered what the hell she was playing at it. Was there a secret passage built into it? Maybe she’d set an invisible jet to hover over it and if she just parkoured up the fountain, she’d get to it.

The one thing he didn’t expect was for Felicia to hit the fountain, arrest her momentum against the edge, and whirl to face him having come to a complete stop.

Unable to brake in time, Peter slammed right into her, carrying them both up and over the fountain’s edge and inside its confines--his cock now deep inside of Felicia’s body.

“Ohhhh, Spider--”

Felicia moaned as he started to slide his stiff cock out of her wetness. She clasped her legs around Peter and held him inside her. The sensations were so intense that she was actually getting dizzy.

“Don’t move!” Felicia panted. “Don’t, I want to feel it! Oh God, I love it! Oh… oh yeah… aaaahh!”

Slowly, Peter inched himself out of her until her clinging folds held only the knob of his prick. He couldn’t look away from Felicia’s beautiful face, straining and yet transcendent with sexual rapture. Almost out of curiosity, he plunged into her again. She spasmed and gasped, her head tossing in an explosion of argent hair.

“Oh God!” she groaned. “Heaven!”

Peter too was almost lost in the intense sensation of entering her, but in the back of his mind, he knew that they had little time. He began fucking her more rapidly, hoping she would come quickly—he wanted at least the satisfaction of knowing he had gotten her off to erase his premature explosion earlier. Already he wanted to come again; Felicia’s incredible sucking pussy was the tightest thing he’d ever felt. It fondled and squeezed his thrusting shaft like a willful creature, driving him wild.

“Yes, yes!” Felicia panted, gyrating her hips under him. “Oh Spider… Spider!”

Peter felt the same storm of passion engulfing him, and he railed his hips against hers, feeding his cock into her sex and knowing it would please her.

Felicia’s thighs squeezed at his flexing waist; she whimpered and moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head. Peter repeatedly drove his huge cock to the very center of her clasping sex, making her cry out with animalistic passion.

“Oh! Aiee! Uuuh! Ohhh, baby!”

She was thrashing wildly in his arms, going mad, white hair strewn over her face, a veil for her loving eyes staring up at him. Through the strands of damp hair and her black mask, they were the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

Their bodies locked together as convulsive quakes tore through Felicia. She pumped her body off the ground, up into his driving manhood, and clung to him violently as she was wrenched by ecstasy.

“Oh God! Oh Jesus!” she whispered, eyes closed, panting breathily as the shockwaves of her satisfaction moved through her.

“Not bad, huh?” Peter murmured, feeling his prick throb deep in her fluttering sex. She’d had her fun, now it was his turn. He kissed her everywhere his lips could reach as he started thrusting into her again.

“A… again!” Felicia gulped, tears flowing down her cheeks.

“Cat… Cat…” he murmured.

“What are you doing?” someone gasped, and Peter ripped his head up to see some member of the embassy staff—a beautiful woman, even more mortifyingly—looking down into the fountain where they were making love.

Peter didn’t know what to say. Felicia did.

“If you can’t figure it out,” she said, “then I suppose you’ll have to keep watching.”

Trying not to seem too brusque, Peter eased himself out of Felicia’s cunt—she made no effort to move, laying there on her back with her thighs spread, her reddened cunt still clenching as if offering itself up to the next taker. The look in her eyes suggested that she still hadn’t gotten back from her flight. 

Peter covered himself with his hands, unable to help taking some satisfaction in the way the embassy employee glared at them. He was almost tempted to take his hands away and show off why Felicia was so happy—just as the fountain started up again for the morning, dousing him and his erection with cold water. Felicia squealed happily, like a kid at a water park, and snatched up her knapsack.

“What’s in there?” the watching woman demanded.

“Ask him!” Felicia replied, tossing the knapsack up in the air. Peter scrambled to catch it, managing to throw himself into one of the streams of cold water from the fountain, which now totally saturated him. He groaned unhappily as his manhood shriveled, but he saved the knapsack—even as Felicia made a run for it.

“Here,” Peter said, offering the knapsack to the Greek woman—she was looking down at his wilted cock again, and he didn’t feel so proud of it at the moment. “We were just borrowing it, I mean, she was just—it was her crime, her idea…”

The Greek woman took the knapsack and ripped it open. “You… you tried to steal the Seal of Kova!”

“No, no,” Peter insisted. “It’s still on the grounds, so I don’t think that counts as—“

He looked after Felicia again, but, stark naked and soaking wet, she’d managed to disappear, leaving him literally holding the bag. If he was able to catch her, maybe she’d admit he had nothing to do with anything—at least, nothing that a jury with any men on it would convict him for—but he wasn’t even that lucky. 

“I should go,” Peter said quietly, firing a webline up to a nearby building.

“You’re not going anywhere!” the Greek woman said, and he hastened to prove her wrong.