Savage Land Heat

Peter had miscalculated. He assumed the teleporter they were after could only teleport herself, but apparently she could use the same power on others. And with a helluva range, too. Judging from the general Jurassic Park vibe, he was in the Savage Land. X-23—Laura—had ended up there too, black leather pants and bra top now soaking in the sweat that her dusky skin basked in. 

Thankfully, the symbiote cooled Peter down. He needed it for the new wave of threats that had hit New York City, including Karloff the teleporter, but even with the handshake deal he’d made with the symbiote beforehand, building a working relationship was difficult. He had to tamp down the frustration he felt, being denied the cathartic release of a confrontation with Karloff. Otherwise, the symbiote might increase that aggressive feeling exponentially.

“Laura, you okay? That was one hell of a trip—literally.” Being teleported such a long distance had dazed him; he didn’t know how much the symbiote had cut down on the feeling. Even with Laura’s healing factor, she looked out of it, most of her focus on sniffing the air. Peter resisted the urge to ask her ‘you smell something, girl?’

Pheromones, the symbiote answered for her, in the broken English Peter got across the gulf between his thought processes and those of the black suit’s. In the air. Coming from the plants.

Peter’s scientific mind raced. Some kind of symbiotic, communal relationship between the flora and fauna in this ecosystem? The plants dictating the animals’ mating season to ensure, what, that they’d have a continuing source of carbon dioxide, pollination, seeds being propagated? Or at least regulating breeding, making sure that the animals didn’t overpopulate and consume the plant life to excess. It was fascinating. Even more fascinating than Laura as she turned to look at Peter, her eyes roving over the skintight black suit that flattened itself over the rocky ridges of his muscles, the prominent bulge at his groin.

She flung herself at him out of nowhere, Peter’s spider-sense not even going off—he caught her wrists in his hands as she clawed at him with her fingernails, then sank her teeth into his throat. Peter groaned, feeling the pressure crushing down right through his suit. Thankfully, even with Laura’s Wolverine ferocity, his strength far exceeded hers. He got his leg up, planted his foot on Laura’s chest, and sent her flying with a kick. Her adamantium-boned body crashed through a thick tree and came to an unconscious rest. Peter was quick to web down her arms and legs where she lay.

“What the hell’s the matter with you?” he demanded of her sleeping body.

Pheromones, the symbiote repeated itself.

“Then why aren’t they working on me?”

Us. Protecting you.

“Okay then. I tie her up, get her to Ka-Zar, and when he gets us a flight out of here, she doesn’t have to worry about the pheromones anymore.”

No. In her bloodstream. In heat. Permanent. Until…

“Until what?”

Until she’s bred.

Upon being teased by that possibility, a flash of lust went through Peter. The symbiote exacerbated it—Peter didn’t think to tamp it down. But just like the plants and animals in the Savage Land, symbiotes had a vested interest in their hosts mating. After all, if the symbiote was to reproduce, it would need good hosts for its offspring. 

Before he knew it, Peter was liking the idea more and more and more…

***

In her sleep, Laura felt Peter’s body against her own and it awakened her. She wasn’t sure if she was awake or still dreaming, but she knew Peter was touching, fondling her breasts, and it felt good. She didn’t care if it was a dream. She loved the way he caressed her. Her nipples getting big, getting stiff, and she felt Peter’s manhood hardening against her legs.

“I want it!” Laura moaned softly. “Please… I want it…”

“I know you do,” Peter replied. “You’re going to get it.”

He smiled at her through his mask. Laura gave her head a shake. This wasn’t a dream. Peter was lying beside her, sliding his hand into her pants. He massaged her lower belly, his hand crossing in and out from under her waistband. Slowly, his touch worked its way to her wet pussy.

Laura’s own arousal confused her—she didn’t normally get so turned on—but it felt good. She liked Peter, was happy to have him massaging her cunt. Laura enjoyed feeling him slide his finger inside of her starving cunt. She spread her legs to make it easier for him to fuck her.

“Harder!” Laura sighed, and felt two fingers slip inside her. “Ohhh… that’s what I want. I really want that! Please! Give me more! Please fuck me!”

“What are you, some genteel lady? You don’t just get to ask. You have to earn it.” He took her hand and put it on his crotch. His cock was outside his costume, like there was a hole for it that Laura had never seen before, though that impossibility didn’t even register on her feverish mind. All that mattered was that his erection was thick, throbbing hard, and she got to touch it.

“Rub it like a good girl,” Peter told her. “Make it nice and hard. Then I’m going to fuck it right through you, slut. I’m gonna split you in half with it. And you’ll love it, won’t you? Little whore. You’re getting off just thinking about it, aren’t you?”

Peter was right. There was a reason she was stroking him so hard already, stroking him like she was addicted to how potently his erection throbbed. And his balls, when she touched him, felt larger than those of any man she had ever touched before. She squeezed them—the hot cum inside burned her hand.

Laura pulled Peter’s cock to her firm thighs. It would feel so good to have him inside her. She felt so horribly empty, not having anything inside her. She needed it, she needed something, or she’d go mad from the hollowness inside her, the gaping void of sensations that she knew Peter could fill with feeling.

“Fuck me!” Laura gasped. “Please, Peter, fuck me! I want it! I need it!”

She felt a tiny dab of precum at his tip. Her fingers swished it around his engorged knob; she was rewarded with another drop of his hot seed dribbling out into her hand. 

Peter started kissing her breasts, pulling her bra top down out of the way to lick and suck her cleavage. His tongue flicked at her erect nipples, making them even stiffer than they already were. They became like ripe berries, so juicy that Peter was tempted to bite into them. But it was so much more fun to give Laura just enough sensation that she begged for more.

“Please fuck me!” Laura cried. “I know it makes me your bitch! I know I’m acting like a whore for you! I don’t care me! Make me your bitch! Use me as your whore! Just let me have it! Fuck me!”

Peter was like her clients back when she really was a whore, the few who got her off, taunting and withholding until she wanted it. Wanted it so much that when she got it, she had virtually no choice but to come. Peter held his prick back from her pussy, letting her know he wanted her to plead for it some more before she got fucked.

“How much do you want to be my bitch?” he asked her.

“So much,” Laura groaned, pulling against the webbing that held her down to try and get at his erection. “Please let me be your whore! Please!”

Peter shoved Laura back down, slamming the back of her head into the dirt. “You’re already my whore. Beg for my cock now. C’mon, slut! Beg for it!”

Mustering all her self-control, Laura sank down under the force of Peter’s hand and stared at his throbbing manhood. She licked her lips. “Please let me get fucked by your cock,” she cooed. “I need it. I need to be fucked!”

“Keep going,” Peter goaded her. “Beg for it like you really do need it, like you’ll die without it. If you convince me, I’ll let you have it.”

“I’m begging you, let me have your prick! Please, God, please! I’ll do anything, only fuck me, please fuck me! I need it so bad!”

She was staring hungrily at his erection, her lips trembling as if in sync with the throbbing arousal of his member. His precum foamed at the tip of his cockhead and Laura stuck her tongue out at it, trying to reach one of the pearly drops before they broke loose and fell to the ground. 

“You’re forgetting about my balls,” Peter said. “Don’t you want my cum too? Rub your face in my balls. Show me you love them too.”

In a flash, he straddled her face, and Laura pushed her nose into his crotch, sniffing at his scrotum like it held the most delicious chocolate in a candy store. She was more eager now than she’d ever been, her lustful juices totally inundating her slit. She breathed in and licked, breathed in and licked, savoring the musk of his sweaty balls when she couldn’t get the taste. His scent settled over her senses so thickly that Laura thought she would go mad if she wasn’t marked by him, made a part of that perfect aroma—made his mate in the most animalistic way imaginable.

“You’ve off to a good start,” Peter told her. “Now suck on my balls. I don’t want to fuck a whore, I want to fuck a wild animal. You’re an animal, Laura, and I’m your owner. Get my balls nice and wet, slut. Do it. Lick them. Show me what a fucking dog does when she needs to get fucked!”

Laura’s tongue slid and polished over Peter’s bulging scrotum. She took it into her mouth and sucked, her face buried in his crotch, her saliva all over his balls. She’d thoroughly coated his bag with her spit when she’d been licking it and now that saliva tasted of his waiting cum—her tongue worked frantically to lap it all up and taste his essence secondhand.

Peter came up to his feet, pulling Laura’s head up by the hair until she was seated rather than lying flat. “Now be a good dog and lick my prick,” he ordered. “Yeah, run your tongue all over that cock, show me how bad you want it. You know you won’t get any cum if you don’t really lick me good!”

He put his booted foot atop her groin as his cock went into her mouth to be sucked. Her lips parted around his cockhead while he rubbed his foot into her sex, the lowered pants she still wore barely offering any protection when the tread of his costume grinded into her. Laura panted, trying to withstand both pleasure and pain, as Peter pushed his toe cap into her cunt. He could feel the heat of her arousal through his boot. He pushed harder and harder on her slit, Laura going wild as her pussy spread around the would-be penetration, though she knew that between her pants and the size of his boot, he couldn’t get in.

“Suck it harder, doggy!” Peter demanded. “You’re not convincing me you’re my bitch! Nnnh! Suck me like a whore! Eat that fucking cock! Ohhh! Get it all, all of it! Yeah, swallow that prick. Make it come, slut. Show me how much you want that cum! Yesss!”

He was rubbing her cunt with his foot while she blew him. Laura had never taken a cock into her mouth so far before—most guys, even ones hung like Peter, came long before they got that far into her sucking mouth. But Peter just kept going and going, his prick throbbing harder and harder, until even Laura was scared by how deep he was going. She stopped bobbing her head, instead sucking on the prodigious amount of his length she already had in her mouth, but Peter took hold of her head and forced himself into her throat. Laura choked, but the more she gagged, the more Peter liked fucking her face. He felt like he was finally getting through to her.

It was good for her to want to be his bitch, but he had to show her that was simply what she was. Her liking it was irrelevant, except as confirmation that she was his mate. She was his bitch because she was his bitch because she was his bitch.

“Yeah, now you’ve gotten that cock real hard, bitch,” Peter moaned, pumping his manhood hard into Laura’s mouth, knowing she would have to accept its entire length. “Now you know what a hard prick really is! Suck it! Show me you deserve my cum! C’mon, don’t hold back! I’m not gonna give you my cum if you don’t show me you can swallow every drop of it!”

The toe of his boot was pushing into her open cunt, right through her pants. He shifted his weight back and forth, from his heel to his toes, seesawing the tip of his boot along her bulging cunt. Laura was mad with pleasure and the pain of being stretched, not that she was able to think about it with his cock pumping into her mouth.

Her juices leaked from her, enough to darken the crotch of her pants, slick down under her ass to make the black leather sodden behind her too. Her mouth bulged around his impaling cock and he pistoned it so fast in and out of her face that it dominated Laura’s consciousness as his erection swelled with approaching orgasm.

But Laura wanted to be fucked. As she moaned and panted for breath, all she could think about was how it would feel to have his cock sliding through her receptive sex instead of her mouth. She tried to pull her head back, but Peter’s hands held her firmly in place. He rammed himself down her throat, giving her no choice but to swallow every inch he was feeding her.

“Take it all, you whore!” he cried. “Don’t think I’m going to leave one inch outside those lips! You’re getting it all! I’m using you like the bitch you are!” 

He pressed the last few inches of his shaft into her mouth, as promised—there was nothing Laura could do but gag. All of her throat was filled up by his fat cock. He held her face right up against his groin, allowing her no escape from his pounding erection.

“SUCK IT!” he yelled. “SUCK! SUCK! SUCK!”

Then he let her back just enough to have room to hammer himself into her mouth, stiff cock jabbing brutally into her mouth, while his foot held down her pussy, not allowing Laura to even think about how hard it pulsated without knowing it was his. Her body was flushed beet read, bruised, wrapped up entirely in Peter’s lust for her. All of her was his cocksleeve.

“Take it! Take all of it!” Peter screamed. “Swallow, you bitch! I’m coming! Ghhh! Suck it all, suck everything I’m giving you! Aiieeee—YES! Finally found a use for this worthless little whore!”

He drove his prick so far down her throat that his cum shot right into her belly, bypassing her sense of taste entirely. She couldn’t even try to swallow it. Where it overflowed her narrow gullet, the cum backwashed up her throat. Laura felt like she was drowning in the salty heat that flooded her breathing.

Her clit strained under the tread of his boot, surging with the pleasure of being his bitch. She came almost entirely from having been used by him, her cream jetting out, covering his foot.

Her face was all fucked by his cock, only existing to be wrapped around it. She sucked his cockhead, drew her lips tight around his shaft, not wanting to disappoint her master when she’d almost finished giving him what she wanted. He held her loosely now, his prick in her mouth instead of down her throat. Her tongue lavished itself over his glans. She gathered every drop of cum that she could. Peter’s fingers still flexed on her head, telling her she wouldn’t be released until there was no more seed to flow down her throat.

As he pulled out of her mouth, letting her drop to the ground, Peter put his boot on top of her head instead of on her cunt.

“I suppose that’s all I should expect from a worthless bitch like you on your first day of being my whore,” he sneered. “But that was nothing. Just me making sure you know your place. Next time, I’m breeding you. And when I do, don’t just lie down on the job like you are now. Remember to thank me. Like a good dog.”