Spider-Man 0X

Ch: 207 [Shaw’s return]

"Peter... please," Michelle begged.

"Please what?"

"Fuck me."

"Your wish is my command," I smirked.

I picked her up and pinned her to the wall. Positioning my cock in her vagina hole, entering into her in one single push, Michelle crossed her feet behind my back.

"Hngh... Oh fuck," she groaned.

I kissed her hungrily, invading her mouth with my tongue. She reciprocated eagerly, matching my enthusiasm. It was almost too intense for me. But soon I regained my control as I thrusted harder and deeper into her wet pussy, grinding my body against hers.

The pleasure was immense, and she moaned louder each time I hit a sensitive spot inside her. Her walls clenched my cock, making me tremble with pleasure.

I could hear her panting heavily beside my ear, and it turned me even wilder. I quickened my pace, making her cry out in ecstasy. I knew she wouldn't last much longer. And that was the plan. Her lust plus my seduction pheromone hits hard like a freight train, so intense, so exhilarating. She doesn't last much.

Soon enough, she convulsed in my arms and moaned loudly.

"FUCK!!" Michelle screamed.

I pumped her fast, waiting for her to climax. When it hit, her whole body shook violently and I felt a hot gush of her juices squirt all over my cock and balls. It was amazing! Her pussy grip was so tight and hot that it felt like heaven. I lowered her to the floor.

"Go on fours," I said before spanking her butt cheek.

She didn't hesitate to obey, her legs trembling as she knelt down and placed her hands on the tiled floor of the shower. The water fell upon her body, the beads running along the smooth lines of her backside, soaking her dark hair. Her ass was pointed up, shaking enticingly before me.

I grinned widely and grabbed a firm hold of her ass cheeks, sinking my fingers into her soft flesh.

"C'mon, keep fucking," She begged as she wiggled her hips, grinding herself on my cock. I smacked her right asscheek.

"Fuck yeah," she screamed.

"Give me your hands," I ordered.

Michelle reached back, and I grabbed both of her wrists, pinning them to her back. Then, I pushed my cock inside her. With one firm thrust, I plunged myself deep into her, sinking my length into her depths once again.

"Oh!" Michelle yelped, but her cries quickly turned into gasps and whimpers when I began fucking her with wild abandon. My hips slammed against her ass, the impact echoing in the room. The sound mixed with the steady stream of flowing water and her grunts of pleasure as I rammed my cock hard and fast into her warm depths.

I can go all out with her. And it's fucking awesome. I'm so glad that she got her spider power because now I can finally be rougher, more animalistic, and more intense with my sex drive. So, without holding back anymore, I thrusted my hips like a madman, plunging into her again and again. Michelle's voice rose higher as she started to orgasm on top of an already well-overwhelming climax.

"I'm cumming again!" She cried out as her pussy spasmed around my member. But I refused to slow down. She was so close to reaching her limits already that all her orgasms had become linked together in a single chain reaction. I simply had to keep going.

After just a minute, Michelle's orgasmic sounds increased yet again, reaching a fever pitch as another one surged through her.

"God! Peter... You should fuck me like this every day. Like a fuck-pet. Can you do that? Can you... OH... fuck me like that. I want it so fucking much!"

Hearing those words, I couldn't hold myself back any longer. I was almost ready to cum as well, but still, I kept ramming her from behind, my cock sloshing wildly in her flooded tunnel, her muscles quivering wildly as I ravaged her with animal fury.

"C'mon, give it to me. I can feel your cock throbbing in my pussy! Cum! Please cum! Fill me up, Pete," Michelle cried, desperately pleading for relief, her face a mask of pure bliss.

I grabbed her throat and pulled her up.

"Oh, yeah?! You want my cum that bad?" I whispered without stopping.

"Yeah, give it to me," She moaned.

With one hand squeezing her boob and my other hand around her throat, she orgasmed a final time as my cock pulsed inside her. I gave two final strokes and felt her tense up completely, shuddering uncontrollably before releasing a torrent of fluids, spraying all over my crotch area. The powerful sensation of her spraying her climax on me took over as I reached my own release.

"Take it!" I growled through clenched teeth as I bucked wildly, emptying every drop of semen into her.

We remained that way for a moment as I hugged her tightly. Her head was on my right shoulder. She had a smile of joy and happiness on her beautiful face.

"Peter..." Michelle whispered as her hot breath warmed my neck.

"Yeah...?"

"I think I like it when you take control like that. Squeezing my throat while fucking me from behind... God! You have no idea how turned on I get."

"Glad you liked it," I muttered.

"I want to try some more hardcore stuff next time," She said, smiling.

"Like strapping you on a cross stand and teasing the hell out of you while denying orgasm. Then, maybe some hot wax play and smothering or tickle torture? With those spider-enhanced sensory nerves... It's gonna be extreme. Can you handle that?" I grinned wickedly.

She blinked slowly before saying, "I didn't know you had that much imagination."

"Hah! You haven't seen anything yet, girl. How does that sound to you?"

She shivered slightly, her pupils dilating wide, "You better have something like that prepared, you know?" she giggled. "Because I really do love rough stuff like that..."

"Be prepared."

"Fuck," She cursed under her breath, closing her eyes. "You are making me so horny again."

"Well, can't let you go out with a high horny level, can I now?" I squeezed her nipples and bit her neck softly.

So, I gave Michelle another orgasm before cleaning up and going out.

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[Europe] [Shaw's mansion]

Sebastian Shaw sat at the head of the long mahogany table, the dim lighting casting long shadows over the ornate woodwork of his mansion's meeting room. The scent of aged leather and cigar smoke hung in the air, a hallmark of Shaw's elite gatherings. He swirled the glass of whiskey in his hand, his gaze fixed on the flickering fire in the hearth, though his mind was far from the warmth of his European estate.

The Kingpin was dead. His empire crumbled. Shaw had been preparing for this moment, to swoop in and expand his influence, seizing control of New York's underworld. But his plans had hit a snag—Emma Frost. She had joined this new team, this Shadowfront, under the leadership of a boy playing hero in red and blue tights.

Shaw clenched his fist, the glass in his hand threatening to shatter under the pressure. It wasn't like Emma to ally herself with someone like Spider-Man, let alone under a banner as pedestrian as "The Shadowfront." She was supposed to be his ally, his queen in the chess game of power.

At the far end of the table, Donald Pierce tapped his metallic fingers on the armrest, the sound sharp in the stillness of the room. "So, the rumors are true," Pierce said, his voice tinged with frustration. "Emma Frost has turned her back on us. And joined... them."

Shaw grunted in response, his gaze flickering to the rest of the room. Harry Leland, large and imposing, leaned back in his chair, clearly irritated. Tessa—his most trusted advisor—stood near the window, her face expressionless as always. Yet Shaw knew her mind was working overtime.

"The Shadowfront," Harry scoffed, breaking the silence. "A bunch of misfits playing vigilante. How could she—"

Shaw raised a hand, silencing him. His voice was cold, but calculated. "Emma has her reasons. But it doesn't matter. What matters is that she's chosen the wrong side."

Tessa finally turned from the window, her sharp eyes meeting Shaw's. "If Emma has joined them, they're not just misfits anymore," she said, her tone pragmatic. "She brings resources, power, and a level of influence they didn't have before. This Spider-Man, he's not a typical hero. He's pulling in powerful allies."

Shaw leaned forward, his fingers steepling beneath his chin. "What do you suggest?"

Tessa moved gracefully to the table, placing a tablet down in front of Shaw. On the screen were images of Spider-Man, his team, and headlines from the news. The Shadowfront had been making waves in the city, disrupting operations, and dismantling crime rings with surprising efficiency.

"We need to turn public opinion against them," Tessa said, her voice steady and confident. "If they're seen as a menace, it'll force their hand. New York's public is already wary of powered individuals. We can exploit that fear."

Shaw's eyes gleamed with interest. "Go on."

"We plant the seeds of doubt," Tessa continued. "We orchestrate incidents where the Shadowfront causes collateral damage—blame them for civilian casualties, property destruction. Push the narrative that they're no different from the criminals they claim to fight. With Kingpin's death, there's a power vacuum. We fill that void, control the media, and paint them as dangerous vigilantes."

Donald Pierce smirked. "Turn them into the enemy. I like it."

Shaw nodded slowly, his mind racing through the possibilities. "And Emma?"

Tessa's lips curled into a subtle smile. "Emma's position in their group can be used against her. We'll make it clear that her past with the Hellfire Club is far from forgotten. People will question her motives. Was she ever truly reformed, or is she simply playing them all for her own gain?"

Shaw grinned, a predator's grin. "Yes. We discredit her. We turn her teammates against her. If she's isolated, she'll come crawling back."

Harry Leland chuckled darkly. "So, what's the first move?"

Tessa swiped through her tablet, revealing detailed plans. "There's a gala next week, hosted by one of New York's most influential media moguls. The Shadowfront is set to make an appearance for a public relations stunt. We'll ensure that event goes... poorly."

Shaw's grin widened as he raised his glass. "To the downfall of the Shadowfront."

The others followed suit, raising their glasses in agreement. The clinking of glasses echoed through the room as Shaw leaned back, feeling the familiar thrill of power creeping back into his veins. This was just the beginning. New York would soon learn that there were far worse things lurking in the shadows than a group of would-be heroes.

Shaw's mind drifted to Emma once more, her icy blue eyes always watching, always plotting. She had made her move. Now, it was his turn.

"Tessa," Shaw said, standing up and walking toward the window. "Prepare the invitations. Let's make sure this gala is one New York won't forget."

As he looked out over the sprawling European estate, Shaw couldn't help but smile. The game was on.

And he never lost.

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