Spider-Man: Consummate Your Vows

Eddie Brock was dead to begin with.

After years of fanatically believing that Spider-Man was really a villain, a threat to the innocent, he had proven himself right in his own twisted fashion. After threatening Peter’s wife and child, the enraged father had battled him to the death in the flames of a collapsing building. Peter had survived. Eddie had not.

The symbiote had moved on, tried to go on with a new host, Mac Gargan, but it wasn’t long before the new status quo caught up with it, as if the killing Peter had committed had irrevocably changed things. The Regent, having built his empire on the powers and corpses of the superheroes he’d killed, had captured Venom, host and all. He’d been unable to derive much power from the unwieldy combination, but had kept the pair in his collection either way. Mac had passed on, just as so many other of the Regent’s victims had. But the symbiote had waited, hibernating, watching—watching for the day its old host finally came for it.

Peter didn’t pay attention to the black-shrouded skeleton that was watching him so avidly. He was locked in deadly battle with the Regent, his wife and superpowered child along for the ride. Together, they defeated their would-be god. And in the wreckage, the symbiote had slithered free…

***

“Honey, have you seen my drones?” 

Looking around for them himself, Peter found Mary Jane instead. After years of marriage, her smile said it all. She would help him, but she’d also play with him a little first.

“Why do you need them?” MJ asked, crossing her arms and leaning against the doorframe. “I thought you and Annie were just going upstate for the tests.”

Peter opened the refrigerator door, as if he could’ve put his aerial mini-drones in alongside the Rocky Road. “We are. Really boring stuff. No excitement at all. But you know how it is.”

“Oh?” Mary Jane’s fingers airily slid down the counter as she sauntered toward him. “How is it?”

“The Regent’s gone. All of his cronies are out of a job. Everyone who used to be lying low now has a blank check. There’s a power vacuum, and nature can’t put up with it forever. If I come across the Rhino doing something, I have to do something.”

Mary Jane braced her weight on the refrigerator door, closing it in front of him. “Which is why you have your costume, your webshooters, your spare web cartridges—why do you need a bunch of flying cameras?”

“Because if I happen to fight the Rhino, I might as well take some photos for Jolly Jonah.” Peter patted her cheek. “Did you really think there wasn’t fiscal responsibility in this total package?”

Mary Jane tapped on her chin. “Is that it? Because I think if you have all your Spider-Man gear, and your special Annie’s College Fund equipment too, you might just be planning on having some crazy adventure. Which, of course, you wouldn’t be doing, because I’m not coming along, and Annie’s not coming along, and we agreed—“

“We discussed.”

“We’re doing this as a family,” Mary Jane said certainly.

Peter pulled out a chair from the kitchen nook and sat down on it, reaching out a hand to drag MJ down onto his lap. She went with a minimum of resistance, aerodynamical or otherwise. “I swear. The weekend upstate is just so we can finally get Annie’s powers tested by some actual scientists, and not just me guesstimating based on Doc Connors’ old science courses. And once we’re sure she doesn’t have radioactive blood or anything—“

“Then you can start patrolling again, with the help of Spinneret and Amp.”

Peter looked away. “Then we can discuss it knowledgably.”

“What else is there to discuss? She has powers. She’s going to use them. I’d rather it be with us backing her up than have her sneaking out behind our backs and picking fights with Carnage.”

“And if she wanted to shoot heroin, would you be fine with that so long as—“

“What you do isn’t shooting heroin, it’s saving lives.”

“It’s dangerous. And she’s a kid.”

“So were you.”

Peter shrugged helplessly, gesticulating as if he could catch some counter-argument. “I was an idiot! I nearly got myself killed!”

“Because your aunt, God rest her soul, didn’t know. We do.”

“Which is we should be presenting her with a unified front.”

“This is a unified front!” Mary Jane protested. She gestured to the door. “Out there, at least. Whatever decision we make, I’ll support, just like I know you’ll support it even if it goes against your better judgment.”

“This is going against all my judgment. I don’t blame her for being gung-ho about this, she’s nine, but you know how dangerous this is, almost as well as I do.”

“I also know how important it is. The difference it makes. You saved the world, Peter. Just now! How could I not want our daughter to follow in our footsteps?”

Peter bit the inside of his cheek. He’d almost suspect Mary Jane of flattery, except he knew she meant every word. “I can’t lose her, MJ. That’s not even an option. Or if you got hurt—I can’t raise her without you, no way.”

“I can’t do this without you either, tiger. That doesn’t stop me from wanting you to do your job. But now I actually get to help you—how can I pass that up?”

Peter leaned in and kissed her forehead. “This all might be a moot point anyway. If her medical doesn’t come back a hundred percent clear, I don’t care how good her spider-sense is, I’m benching her.”

“And you’re hoping for that? One less superhero in a world that hardly has any?”

“The world doesn’t need Annie. I do.”

Mary Jane got up and went to the cupboard, opening up the junk drawer and scooping up a handful of Peter’s mini-drones. “I tested them earlier,” she said, a sad smile trying to summon up her usual irreverence, but even on her it was only partially successful. “They worked great. A few private photos for those late nights away from home.”

Peter went to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “That sounds lovely. But I don’t think I’m going to have much time to myself. You know how Annie’s been lately.”

After her ordeal with the Regent, Annie had been a regular fixture in her parents’ bed. Mary Jane turned and bowed her head to Peter’s shoulder. “Then I guess you can just save all your energy for me. When you get back.”

“Hey.” Peter cupped her chin, raising her eyes to his. “I promise, whatever you and Annie have to say, I really will listen. I just can’t imagine anything that would make me comfortable with… all of this. I’ve spent so long worrying about you two… it’s a real hard habit to break.”

Mary Jane’s eyebrows waggled. “You’re saying to the woman who quit smoking?”

“Says the man who quit being Spider-Man.”

Mary Jane shook her head. “You quit putting on the costume, but you never quit being Spider-Man. Believe me. I’d know.”

***

As the city slept, the symbiote slithered between the streets, this time not taking a host. There was only one truly worthy of it, only one who’d been able to handle its power—not been a parasite, but a true symbiotic pair.

But Parker had rejected it, time and time again. During its eight year captivity, the symbiote had had ample time to dwell on that. The first time it’d been rejected, it was because it had driven Parker to become more aggressive, to kill. The last time, that selfsame man had killed to reject it, to protect his women.

That was the key, wasn’t it, the symbiote thought as it climbed the exterior of the building where it knew Parker to lie. Sexless, intangible, Parker had rejected the bond between them. He needed something tactile. Something sensual. Something… feminine.

***

Mary Jane ran a bath. Living with Peter and Annie, it wasn’t often she got peace and quiet. And she loved that, but… no sense letting a change of pace go to waste. 

As much as Mary Jane didn’t like the idea of leaving this unsettled—she knew Peter’s insistence on health clearance was a delaying tactic, even if it might throw everything about Annie into disarray—she didn’t like fighting with Peter either. Maybe the short time apart would clear their heads, let them see some compromise or new insight that would bring one of them around. She didn’t think this was a conflict that would lead to serious back-and-forth… benefits of a childhood in a broken home… and she wanted to nurture the irrational, almost unfounded hope inside her a little longer. 

Everything had changed with the Regent’s death. Themselves most of all. 

Mary Jane stripped in front of the mirrored closet doors which comprised one wall of their bedroom. When she looked at her reflection, she still had on her heels and all her jewelry. 

Pretty damn good, tigress, she thought. She took a deep breath and thrust her breasts out. She loved the way her thirty-eight-inch tits jutted away from her body. 

It was funny. She’d always nursed an irrational wish for Peter to stop being Spider-Man—irrational because he was Spider-Man, she loved that about him, he was a hero, the only way he could stop was if something terrible happened, if he lost an arm to Doc Ock or something.

But if she had one wish, and somehow it could just be someone else out there while her Peter was safe and sound, forever and always…

Then the Regent had happened. And she’d gotten her wish, in the worst possible way. Her own great guilt, part of a matching set with Peter’s. But still, she’d taken what happiness she could from it. She’d been with Peter, after all. They had Annie. It was a life she should’ve been content with.

But now he was Spider-Man again. She was Mrs. Spider-Man again. And she just felt so much more alive. All shiny and new. She’d been reborn.

Mary Jane ran one smooth hand from her shoulder down to her groin, caressing her silken skin as she went. As her hand passed over her breast, she could feel her ruddy nipple stiffen under her touch.

As if posing for one of Peter’s private photos—or a very, very well-paying magazine one—she flattened out her breasts with her palms, then watched them pop back up into position when she released them. Her breasts were as firm and full as when she’d been in high school. 

The curvaceous redhead turned so that she could see her well-rounded ass. With her free hand, she slapped her ass hard, enjoying the sensation as she watched her ample cheeks shake. She wondered if Peter would show a renewed appreciation of them, now that they’d all gotten this infusion of sheer life from coming out of the shadows.

She turned back, took one of her nipples between thumb and forefinger, and shook her teat. The creamy flesh of it jiggled invitingly and she felt a warm glow build between her legs.

Speaking of a change of pace… she loved Peter, she especially loved little Peter, but when was the last time she’d masturbated?

Kicking off her shoes, shedding her jewelry, Mary Jane entered the bathroom and climbed into the tub. The warm water relaxed her at once and she closed her eyes. Then again, when was the last time she’d had a really good, self-indulgent, decadent nap?

Resting her head on the bath pillow, Mary Jane let herself drift wherever the warmth took her. Everything would work out. She knew it would. It would all turn out for the best.

***

The symbiote, thick and black and serpentine, twisted its way around Mary Jane’s neck and headed between the alley of her breasts. As it moved, there seemed to be a hiss, not that Mary Jane was awake to hear it. Even if she was, it would not be possible to tell if the noise came from the symbiote or was merely the sound of its cool, dry body slithering across Mary Jane’s smooth flesh. 

Everything about its movement seemed to suggest silence and cunning. In this elongated form, the symbiote was six feet long and thicker in some places than a man’s forearm. If one were to happen upon the scene by chance, seeing the creature that had crept into the redhead’s presence and was now draping itself over her body, they would surely find it quite ominous. But if they looked more closely there was a peculiar aura about the way the woman’s head lolled back and her eyes remained closed. And the symbiote seemed to sense this as well.

It curled its way beneath Mary Jane’s lovely breast, then doubled back on itself until its head passed directly across the nipple. As its long body glided slowly across the bud, Mary Jane rolled her head from one side to the other. The symbiote’s tip started up the slope of the other breast. It passed across that nipple, too, then down the other side and back below the underside of her breast. Its thick body moved slowly in a figure-eight. Then it headed down the gentle slope of Mary Jane’s belly… slowly, very slowly, while the same strange hiss persisted.

The sound thrilled Mary Jane with its persistence. She lay with a feeling of warmth reaching deep down her body and wondered: would this noise, this feeling, go lower or come back up to kiss her?

A rattle sounded as her silenced cell phone rang—she let it. Her hips sloshed the steaming water around as if to beckon this feeling into greater intensity. The hiss increased.

The symbiote had been going for some time around the figure eight track its body made as it dipped and wound around Mary Jane’s breasts, the cool slick underbelly sliding above the pink nubs of her nipples.

Mary Jane’s half-awake mind was centered on her cunt. Just above where the water level lapped was the stud of her clit and now the symbiote’s head looked over the scene. It could see the guiding pink at the top of her labia and the wave in the water as it disappeared into the foliage around her sex.

Her phone vibrated again and Mary Jane wished that she had brought it into the bathroom with her. She was too comfortable to get out of the tub. It felt too… nice.

The symbiote kept up its body crawl over Mary Jane’s naked flesh. It was nearly an unimaginable sensation to the sleeping girl. Each time she tried to describe the feeling of this physical whisper passing over her erogenous zones, she somehow failed to grasp it in her mind. She could only enjoy.

The symbiote’s attention had turned to Mary Jane’s body where it met the water line and it poked its head at it.

Yes… that’s where I want you, Mary Jane thought. Her breath increased until the pink-tipped flesh around which the symbiote was winding began to heave majestically.

The symbiote used their heft to support itself while it inched its head lower and peered through her pubic hair. The pink crease was the way to the water. It would be warm as those lips clutched its neck. Warm and wet, it would soothe its cool flesh. It entered the tangled muff of luxuriant hair around Mary Jane’s mound. It was the master here. Nothing it would meet in this land would disturb its pleasure. It would push its head between the open curtains of Mary Jane’s sex and stroke itself wet. The cool flesh of the tip slid between the lips of Mary Jane’s cunt as it tested its way.

“Yes,” Mary Jane moaned aloud. Her hips longed to rock around the thing’s head, but that would lap the water and it would stop. She had to stay on the edge and vibrate her body. Then the water, like a loving tongue, would soothe her with its edge just below her clit.

The symbiote’s limber neck followed each curve of the flesh of her inner lips while it sought to lather up her fluids and lubricate their flesh. Mary Jane lay back and glistened while the symbiote felt the flesh beneath its body sweat. Her body fairly hummed with each of its strokes. 

Mary Jane’s mind floated off in erotic remembrance and she thought of Peter. The opals of his mask’s eyes came back to her as she remembered the strangely bald shape of it around his head. Mary Jane saw her young body move nakedly along the vibrant colors of his costumed body. Her flesh glowed tawny in the yellow moonlight. He was like an alien creature, all masked and gloved and colored like some venomous animal. And her, all woman, pale and soft, with her hair so long it had whipped around both of them…

The symbiote stroked its oarsman neck and shot a fleet of thrills through Mary Jane. Her body vibrated with it. The thought of Peter drew it in. Deeper, deeper…

Mary Jane’s hands found her breasts and she cupped the turgid nipples, revolved them slowly on the firm flesh. Blood flowed through excited veins. The palms of her hands became electric with her sweat as she tightened them on the ruby tips of her breasts.

The symbiote’s thick body was rubbing her pussy into a lather. Like a rigid fist it held itself, stroking between Mary Jane’s pink labia as it was moistly caressed with excited juices.

The fluid was electric on its skin. Its head bobbed freely beyond the lips; it was a massive muscle soaking in the heat of her. Mary Jane felt the bliss of climax flood her body, her mind sing with pleasure. The warm, lubricated feeling would stroke into her as long as she would let it, but at this moment that was not enough.

She needed the long, overpowering heat of Peter’s cock pushing between her legs. A groan of want seeped from Mary Jane’s pouting lips at the thought. The water in the bathtub sloshed and the symbiote looked up. It seemed to seek the cause of the disturbance. To it, Mary Jane’s face was like a distant cliff hiding some intruder.

She opened her eyes, as if in a dream, and saw the full slopes of her mountainous breasts on each side of the symbiote’s head, like a gunsight. Her flesh glistened with her own sweat like a desert of heat. As quickly as the snake it resembled, the symbiote slid across her skin and to her open lips. It surged into her mouth, and Mary Jane was shocked to feel a light, lingering kiss begin against her lips. She could feel her heart pounding behind her breasts. What was this? Was it Peter? It felt like Peter. More than that, it felt good…

The tip of his tongue—if it was a him, if it was a tongue—licked softly between her lips. The delicious excitement increased when she parted them, letting the tongue slip slowly into her mouth. As her lover sensuously drew it out, her tongue followed into the open air, where it was gently sucked and nibbled, yes, as if in Peter’s mouth.

“God, Peter,” she whispered gently, “you just can’t stay away, can you?”

Once more pressing her moist open lips to his, her tongue was languidly licking, lapping, and sucking around in his mouth. There was something about having her tongue tenderly entwined with Peter that delighted her even more than sex.

She felt something moist and soft—hands? Tongues?—touch her breasts, love them. Mary Jane was returning his lingering kisses with more fervor as he squeezed and massaged her big swollen nipples.

You’re sweet, Mary Jane heard, even though it seemed impossible for someone to be kissing her and speaking at the same time. And licking her breasts…

Mary Jane shivered with delight, feeling him suck her earlobe between his lips. A warm, wet tongue wormed into her ear. And he blew softly into her other ear for a few moments. The tongue in her mouth became something else, became bigger, firmer, longer. It found a welcome target in her hot hungry mouth, as she sucked it deep into her throat, obliging its thrusting starts. God, this big delicious cock tasted just as good as Peter fresh and sweaty from patrol—she had missed that.

The symbiote had never merged with someone as lustful as Mary Jane before. It could see her memories of Peter, knew she didn’t go down on him just to please him, but for her own arousing delight. She was sucking with joyous exuberance as she bobbed up and down over the shaft in her mouth with boundless enthusiasm. She was gurgling excitedly, loving every moment of what she was doing. She couldn’t wait to taste Peter’s cum. Neither of them could…

Mary Jane slid lower into the warm water and felt the edge of it slice up her stomach to her breasts. She palmed the water up at her pouting nipples and felt it rinse her off. She writhed her lithe, tawny body around as the delicious merger of her body continued. 

Until finally, long after the water had grown cold, Mary Jane rose from the tub and stepped out. She felt utterly refreshed. Her long, graceful legs glistened wetly and her feet left prints in the bathmat. She toweled up the length of her calf, feeling the cotton rub bring blood into her tingling flesh. She imagined Peter’s muscular flanks as he rutted between the cheeks of her ass, his cock driving into her wanton pussy with pistoning strokes, the cords of his neck standing out as little ol’ her taxed his superpowers to the limit.

It made so much sense now. She knew from being merged with him that Peter had a big pair of balls, a good-sized cock. If he couldn’t understand her love in empowering him, protecting him, surely he’d understand her taking his balls into her mouth and soaking them in her saliva.

She melted with hot desire. Her appreciation of their merger had always been sexual, but now he would join her in that, now he would enjoy it as much as she did.

Her phone rattled again. Still not dressed, Mary Jane went to answer it. The fact that she couldn’t seek out Peter right now and merge with him in this new, exciting way put petulance into her voice. “Hello?”

“Oh, thank God. I was worried I was going to get your disgusting answering machine message again. Just because you married him, do you and Peter have to do everything as a couple?”

It was Felicia Hardy’s voice mewing in her ear. The other woman—in more ways than one—was teasing her.

“Some things just aren’t as much fun to do alone.”

“Is that why you’re trying out to be his sidekick? Here I thought you were just trying to put the spark back into a dying marriage.”

“Speak for yourself. I hear lesbian bed death is vicious.”

“Would you like to find out?”

Mary Jane smiled against the phone’s mouthpiece. “I would like to know what you want. Besides the obvious—I know that from looking at your costume.”

Felicia laughed. “Your ‘tiger’ told me about the superhero thing. Sharing his power… so feminist of you. But he wants you trained, especially for what might happen if your tech cuts out. And he thought I’d be a good choice. You’d think living in a dystopia would take some of the optimism out of him…”

Mary Jane was so happy, she pushed herself up on her toes, trying to keep from humming her excitement. She’d known Peter would come around. Or even if he wouldn’t, he was considering it strongly enough to prepare for that eventuality, even now. To give her the best possible chance of winning at this.

She needed to pay him back for that.

“I’d really like that,” Mary Jane said. “When can you come over?”

The astonishment was clear in Felicia’s voice. “You’re going for it? No offense, but I thought you hated me.”

Mary Jane looked down at the serpentine portion of white symbiote that lay calmly coiled around her breasts. The rest of it was in black, wrapped all around her skin. The tip came up, turning the first foot of its length around until it faced her. It formed a perfectly phallic shape for her. An absolutely spot-on recreation of what Peter had been good enough to bring to the marriage.

“Sometimes it’s more fun when two people hate each other. Come over as soon as you can, Felicia. We should definitely do some training.”

“Fine. If that’s what you want. I’ve always wondered how the other half lives.”

With a thought, the symbiote snapped back into position on her chest, a lovely white spider to match Peter’s black one. On her back, the same. But this one’s arms extended far beyond her back. They rose off her body, thick white tentacles, like the stingers of the armor Tony Stark had invented for Peter, a long, long time ago.

They’d had some fun with that armor, she and Peter.

She was sure Felicia would appreciate finding out what she’d been missing.