Symbiote Blues update

Felicia woke up blind.

At least, she couldn’t see. It took her a moment to realize the light sensation on her face was a totally black cloth, cutting off her vision. It took her far less time to realize that something was stuffed in her mouth, muffling her, though she was so confused by that she didn’t try to yell. It wouldn’t have mattered. The gag made her nearly soundless no matter how hard she tried to scream.

Her arms were stretched over her head, unable to be moved, the wrists tied securely to something. Her legs were spread open, tied at the ankles. A draft passed over her belly, and Felicia knew that she was naked. From the soft feeling under her body, she was somewhere comfortable. On a bed? Her hands tied to the headboard and her feet to the bedposts?

“Relax, Cat,” Peter’s voice came. “There’s nothing to be worried about. You know how you’re always teasing me and taunting me and throwing yourself at my cock? I just decided to return the favor. Me and my friend. You don’t mind if my friend sucks on your tits, do you? We both think they’re just gorgeous.

“I want to lick her ass.” It was a woman’s voice, Peter’s friend. One that Felicia thought she recognized. “Did you see that ass? Even I wish I had that ass. I really envy you, Pete. That ass was made for a cock.”

Mary Jane?

“So were those lips.” Peter sounded awed. “Maybe I should take off the gag. Feel those sweet lips around my prick.”

“Careful. Cats are known to bite.”

“She won’t bite. She likes it. Don’t you, Cat? I bet you’ve been just dreaming I’d drop the Captain America act and do something really bad, haven’t you? But did you want me to do it with you—or to you?”

“I’m not sure it matters,” Mary Jane replied. “I hear she’s something of a switch hitter.”

Felicia tossed her head from side to side, trying to see something, anything. Her whole world was black. She tossed herself up and down, trying to struggle free, then felt a hand touching her on her naked hip.

“Look at her squirm, Peter—she wants it so bad. If you won’t give it to her…”

She felt feminine hands cupping her breasts, squeezing them, rolling them over her chest. Warm breath tickling them. Wet lips sucking them, one swollen tip after the other. Teeth, sharp and hard, drawing the nipples out and letting them go. Felicia moaned against the gag. She couldn’t stop them. They could do anything they wanted to her. Anything. Anything.

Peter started massaging her pussy, exploring the slick, soft skin where she shaved herself bare. He squeezed and massaged and felt all over her, cupping her sex with the palm of his hand. He’d touched her there before, but she’d always been able to grab his hand, tease him with her words, move him to where she wanted him to be. Now Felicia was at his mercy. His pet cat…

“Which of us should eat this bald pussy first?” Peter’s voice, sly, almost mocking, the way he was with his enemies when he had them right where he wanted them. “I do like the taste, but Mary Jane, you’ve never had her before.”

“I can always eat her after you fuck her,” Mary Jane replied. “If I don’t like the taste, at least I’ll like your cum.”

Felicia moaned, her hips jerking. She wished they’d just do it, stop talking about it and do it. 

“Oh, give her a try,” Peter argued. “She’s worth eating a la carte.”

Then Felicia felt a tongue, darting along her naked cunt. Lips, full and soft, sucked at the folds of her pussy. A long, slender finger opened her sex for the tongue to lap at, tickling her from bottom to tip. The tip of it dipping into her, as if to penetrate her with the full length, before she was left hanging, instead feeling a bracing lick of the electric tongue along her clitoris…

Felicia heaved against her bonds as she nearly came. She couldn’t help it. It was because she couldn’t help it. Mary Jane lapped at her again and again, then lips—Peter’s lips—on her clit, sucking, tongue flicking the tip of her button, Mary Jane’s tongue inside her, both of them, both—

She couldn’t stop her body from responding as her two captors kissed, male and female, rough mouth and soft grinding together around her clitoris. Her nipples were erect, straining so hard she wished MJ was touching them again, or that at least her hands were free to soothe them herself. She felt her womanhood squirm and knew her juices were flowing, admitting to her arousal, speaking of her lust as she would speak if only she weren’t gagged. She made a small noise and there was a quick jerk and thrust of her hips, she couldn’t stop it, it came with the small shiver of ecstasy that ran through her, making her whimper against her gag. Whimper how much she loved it.

“Told you she tasted good,” Peter said.

“Not as good at me,” Mary Jane shot back. “But who wants to eat the same flavor of ice cream all the time?”

“Especially when you can mix them together.”

Mary Jane laughed. “And pour some syrup on top. But you don’t need all that, do you Felicia? You just need a mouth on your cunt. Your nice, hot cunt—all slick and juicy and ready for Peter’s big cock. Do you want it, Felicia? Have you had enough of being fucked by a hard prick or are you ready for another one?”

“Do you even have to ask? No, the real question’s is it fair that we’ve had a taste and Felicia hasn’t?” Peter asked, and moved up the bed. 

Felicia could smell his musk, sweetly mingled with Mary Jane’s female scent, and even as she thought of them together, she felt the hot, hard knob of his prick being pressed up to her nose, across her lips, along her cheek. A damp warmth showed the path it had taken, burning with how ready he was. How warm he’d be as he shot inside her.

Felicia screamed into the gag then. Screamed to tell them that Peter had better come inside of her and not Mary Jane.