Spider-Man. House Of Venom (First Draft)

Gwen screeched in rage and lunged for Peter, "What have you done to us?" she yelled, "what is this stuff attached to me?" Peter flung himself backwards out of the home door and Gwen leapt out after him, he'd just finished fixing the place up and wasn't about to let a pissed off Gwen trash it. Gwen spat sticky web fluid at Peter, the control of her powers lacking and the ability to create a high tensile web line to swing from was non-existent.

"Hey, didn't know you were a squirter Gwenom." Peter quipped as once more the thick fluid just splattered over the warehouse floor. It was funny to him, to watch her try and figure out her powers, totally inappropriate but still funny. He leapt straight up onto one of the roof rafters and stuck to it.

Gwen screeched in anger at him, even with her now enhanced strength she was unable to leap high enough to grab hold of him. Her mind was fogged by the sudden rush of hormones blanking her into a pure unadulterated rage. He was mocking her and he would pay for his insolence. Huffing the cold air, Gwen prowled beneath the girder Peter was stuck to, never taking her eyes off him.

While this was fun Peter knew that Gwen had to learn to take control, the urges he fought with daily were bad but Gwen had been injured and almost dead when he changed her and she might not have enough control. The worst part was the thought that he might have to find a more permanent solution if she stayed in a rage, one he didn't want to think about.

In his musings, Peter took his eyes from Gwen and she capitalised on his error, launching herself at the wall of her home she springboarded from it and got high enough to swipe at his chest, raking blackened claws across his armoured chest.

"uh uh uh" Peter flipped backwards and onto the top of the rafter, "nice move but you gotta try harder Gwenom". As she swung up after him she crouched on all fours, hissing and snarling at him as they stood in a standoff.

Once more than name sent boiling rage through her veins, hissing "not Gwenom, NOT GWENOM!" The tight skin suit began to writhe and bubble, her gymnasts frame bulking into a steroid-enhanced bodybuilder.

"Fine, you wanna play She-Bulk, then let's play." His armour shifted and became his more defensive armoured form, he tackled Gwen round the waist pinning her arms to her side. She snapped at him, her face mimicking his and splitting into a razor filled maw, ready to tear and rend at his flesh. They both thudded into the warehouse floor as Peter threw them off the girder, the impact was absorbed by Gwen and she hissed as the air was knocked from her.

"Didn't they teach you that biting is bad?" Peter snapped his head and smashed his forehead into the top set of teeth, feeling them crumble against the thicker armour plate. Gwen screeched in pain as the symbskin was crushed by the blow.

Shit, Peter thought idiot, he hadn't meant to hit her that hard. He was trying to calm her down, not beat her into submission.

Struggling to free herself she thought that she had won over Peter as he released her arms, only to be slammed into the floor a second later, Peter letting go of her arms to stop them from being crushed by the slam. She brought a fist round to smash into his ribs but he leaned back, making her miss and then with a double wrist shot, webbed her hand to the floor.

"Play nice, Gwenom or daddy will spank." Soon her other hand was webbed and even with bucking her hips to dislodge him, she knew it was over. He had bested her, even if she had felt stronger, he was stronger still, he had been smarter to keep out her way, he had been smarter to make her mad with his stupid quips and acid tongue. Something clicked inside her and she continued to fake struggle. Peter gripped her with his hips, "Woohoo, ride em, cowboy." While this was fun, he really didn't want to hurt her. 

His amusement at the situation was his undoing, Gwen hadn't learned to make web ropes yet but she knew that she could alter the chemical formula of her fluid, and with Peter acting like a jackass he failed to notice the acid eating away at the bindings holding her down.

Once they felt weak enough, Gwen roared and flipped her and Peter over, with his legs around her waist she slammed him down onto the concrete floor. Winded by the sudden reversal, Peter found himself held to the floor by Gwen. She scurried away and then ran back at him, flipped over and kicked him in the head, sending him spinning across the floor. Leaping and pouncing on him once more she drove her full weight into his, driving the air from his chest and copying him, sprayed webs over his hands, it quickly dried into a solid mass in seconds. Hugging him closely, she pinned him to the ground and ran her hands over him. She was now rubbing the side of her head against his, "Peetaaah," she growled at him, letting her tongue slide over the side of his face. She had him now, she had won.

She froze, something long and hard was poking her between her legs, its heat felt though even both of their suits. What was worse was her armour responded by making itself thinner and pressing down. Peter had an erection, her tasting his skin and foreplay to get revenge had an unexpected side effect. The pervert liked it, her tongue on his face brought out his raging teenage hormones and he had grown erect at their closeness. take him, a voice echoed in her head. Looking down she could see his manhood, standing proudly between her legs, its thick smell enticing her to taste it, to take it deep within her until she was one with him.

No, no, she thought to herself, I won, this was cheating, this isn't fair but she pushed herself down onto him more anyway, so what if she won, she should claim her prize as the victor, she would taste him later, after she had sated herself. Make him yours, and in a rush of hormones, she agreed, feeling herself become slick as she rubbed herself over his erection.

As she began to rub her crotch against his erection Peter felt the connection between them, her frustration at his teasing, her anger at his stupid jokes, her desire as he hardened between her legs and while Gwen was lost in a haze of lust he knew this would break her from the anger. It wasn’t the first time he had planned, or the first time he had ever imagined but right now Gwen, or whatever she had become needed something to distract her from the rage. Something other than violence and as she stroked him with herself, he knew she wanted this too.

He strained against the webbing holding him to the ground and it splintered and crumbled as his arms strained against it. Wriggling his arms free he pulled Gwen towards him, running his fingers down her spine and running his own tongue over hers. "Show me, Gwen, I want to kiss Gwen,' slowly the white headpiece fused and retracted and Gwen, eyes practically rolling back in her head was revealed, "Gwen, kiss me Gwen," her eyes gained back some focus and as she rubbed herself against him they shared an intense and passionate kiss.

"Pete, oh god Pete, I want it. It's me, it's me, oh fuck, Pete, I want it," as she spoke and kissed him, her hip movements became more fervourous, her symbskin retracing itself until her breasts and pussy were bare against his skin, she didn't care about their stupid fight, she didn't care about that stupid name, she wanted his cock, she wanted him deep inside her and she found the rage subside into wanting the same thing. Pressing herself against him, "please Pete, please," licking and rubbing herself against him, repeating please over and over again.

Finding himself hugging a very naked Gwen only made him harder and he felt the echo deep within him, responding to her own desires. His armour slid back and the tension was released on his manhood. Almost immediately he groaned as Gwen's slick pussy rubbed up and down against him, a virgin Peter put up with endless teasing about his lack of a girlfriend and he always felt weird about watching porn, even muted with his Aunt in the house but now, now he could vent.

The lust bubbled up within him, he grabbed Gwen's waist and lifted her so he could put them into a seating position, finding her nipples with his tongue he sucked and teased as he held her, feeling her wetness with the head of his cock and looking up into her eyes she nodded. Lowering her she slid almost effortlessly into her, she was already at the edge and feeling him slip inside her made her gasp and moan. Peter was gentle, this was her first time as well as his and while she was already wet and ready he had no intention of hurting her.

Instead, she whimpered and bucked, forcefully pushing herself down onto him, aching for him to fill her to the hilt, wanting every inch of his dick to be buried into her, to feel its burning heat fill and envelope her. She wanted it now and deep, uncaring at the small tinge of pain as her virginity was taken, uncaring as it soon spilled into a torrent of tingles and sparks that lit each nerve in a symphony of pleasure.

Pushing him down, she grabbed his hands and pushed them onto her breasts, "no, I won,'' short sentences were all she could manage as she slid his length in and out of her, savouring each stroke as the enhanced the nerves inside her buzzed and lit into a fire of orgasms. She nuzzled and gently nipped at his neck, licked his earlobes, and purred with contentment as she drove him ever faster into her aching loins. It had never felt this good, even her own hand never felt this good

"Pete, I want it, Pete, fill me oh fucking fill me." Peter himself was too stunned to do anything, his concentration was kept on stopping himself from exploding into her at a moment's notice. Sex was good, sex with Gwen was great and each time she lowered her hips and the tip of his manhood touch the velvet smooth end of her pussy he wanted to cum.

Faster and faster, "oh shit Gwen, no. I oh shit no, I-" she sealed his mouth with hers and feeling his cock getting hotter ached for him to cum inside her, she wanted it, no she needed it, she didn't care they weren't safe, she didn't care at all, it burned as an ache inside her, she wanted him to fill her with his power.

With a final drop, Gwen rubbed him deep into her, arching her back as she felt the cum spurting out of him like a hose, later she would marvel at how much he came, a tablespoon my ass, this was a torrent, sucked up by a hungry monster scared to waste even a drop. Peter himself was taut as the orgasm started in his cock and worked its way into his brain, sending fireworks of pleasure through each nerve in his body. His cock twitched as each wave sent another spurt of his seed deep within her.

Naked and exhausted, Gwen and Peter held each other, too tired and too sensitive to move, each gently kissing the neck and lips of the other, each glowing in the vastness of their act, each glowing with the bliss of finally becoming one.

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