Spider-Man of Earth 65

Upon entering his apartment, Felix didn't sense danger but he did sense…something. It was strange. His keen sense of smell picked up on a familiar scent. His body seemed to detect a stir in the air. Movement. A phenomenon only possible because this was his home. His territory. Like a spider protecting its domain, he took off his shoes and crept towards the living room.

He stopped to blink when he saw who it was that was seated on his couch. Small breasts, short dark hair, and a face that was busying itself with a glass of wine. The nude woman shook the glass and eventually noticed him standing there.

"You're here," Maria said. "Finally."

"You snuck inside?" Felix asked, a brow raised. It was three at night, what could she possibly want? Then he saw the stark nudity and held himself from questions. Maybe he could end the night on a high-note after all.

Maria didn't immediately respond, sipping on her glass of red wine. "You've ruined me." Another sip. Felix waited. "I came here fooling myself. I kept saying that I only wanted to be up-to-date with the mission. But…honestly? I knew it wasn't true. I knew I only came because of what you did to me." Her gaze went from her wine glass to him. For the first time, he saw the quiet beauty in the colour of her pupils. There was a blue-ish streak in the brown of her eyes. "You've ruined me for any other man."

A small laugh left Felix. "Have I?"

"I'll admit another thing. A suspicion I'm sure you've had: I am not some ordinary detective. I used to be a SHIELD agent."

"SHIELD…? Really?" Felix said, pretending he hadn't hacked into multiple databases that had mentioned their name. "Why did you quit?"

(***R18 Start***)

(***Warning: Intense material ahead. MC steals a woman***)

It was funny. The topic of conversation was solemn yet Maria sat on the couch naked. She crossed her legs, momentarily exposing her pussy. He didn't care at all that he saw. "It doesn't matter," she said bitterly, casting a look at her wine. "I quit. That's the story."

"Hm." Nothing needed to be said. Smiling, Felix began stripping. First his shirt, revealing his lean muscles and unscathed body, and then slowly he stepped out of his pants and boxers. Maria's gaze returned to him, watching him strip and outlining every contour of muscle until her breath hitched. What bounced out was a massive, girthy cock, fully erect and ready to go. It was unbelievable. A cock of that size shouldn't have existed with such stability yet there it was. It jutted out from his crotch like a beer bottle, accompanied by a satchel that hung loosely between his legs. Smooth and not absurdly veiny. A tool suited for the needs of capturing the attention of women. A beast equally as much as it was a cock of worship.

To describe him as virile was the understatement of the century. From the first time Maria Hill saw him, she knew what she was dealing with was beyond human.

Clink. Maria put the glass on the table and recrossed her legs. "I knew it. The size difference is too great to replace." She licked her lips. "I went to a sex club to scout information on the Inner Demons. Do you know what happened? I had to hold my breath to stop myself from laughing. They were all so much smaller than you, it was ridiculous. I even stopped to wonder if five inches really was average."

"I'm glad I made such a difference in your life."

"It's ruined me," Maria replied, smirking. "I've been receiving messages from Anthony Stark and everytime he sends a dickpic I laugh. I can't take him seriously."

Felix crossed his arms, not offended. "Oh? Anthony Stark? You mentioned him before. Are we talking about that Stark or…?"

Her legs crossed, she put an elbow on her thigh and cupped her cheek, giving that predatory look. "Seducing him and finding information on his latest supercomputer was my last field mission. Anthony, of course, doesn't know. I have no further use for him but the man can't seem to leave me alone."

"I doubt you're alone."

"I'm not. He's a billionaire with the largest combined follower count. He texts hot models and does what he wants."

"A man who thinks on top of the world," Felix said, laughing in his head. Just hours ago, he saw Emma Frost order him to piss his pants. So much for being on top. Felix began approaching Maria, his cock bobbing with every step. "How about we send him something that will give him a hint, hm?"

"Something new—?" Felix stopped walking and his cock nearly poked her lips. Maria was quiet, then smiled. The big, fat cock of Felix Faeth was truly a sight to behold. Long enough to strike awe in women and fear in men. "I see. You really want to piss off the richest man in New York?"

"Why not?"

Maria raised a brow and a corner of her lip, locking eyes with him. After a snicker, she leaned back and reached for her phone. "Anthony Stark…he was once in Afghanistan. SHIELD agents were assigned to protect him. Protect him they did, although if they hadn't, maybe it would have taught him something." She showed him the one-sided string of messages he sent.

> Anthony Stark: We had a really good time back then, eh? Cooome on, you know you want it

Cue a selfie of Anthony with his three inch dick. In the next image he sent, his cock was buried inside the toned ass of an Insta model.

> Anthony Stark: jelly?

Following a series of images of him getting a blow, Maria received a video as the cherry on top. The coup de grace. Anthony was in the bathroom, fucking a brunette in a sparkly silver dress. Anthony raised his phone to show him pounding her, her hands against the toilet stall door.

Clap—! Clap—! Clap—! Clap—! Clap—! Clap—!

"You really should have accepted my offer, Maria!" The Anthony in the video grinned and slammed his pelvis against the toned ass. "Maybe it would have been you here with me."

Clap—! Clap—! Clap—! Clap—! Clap—! Clap—!

Felix squinted as he watched the video. 'He's wearing a suit…and the time stamp says eleven o'clock today. Don't tell me he sent this during the charity?' It was almost funny how carefree he was. Just an hour later, he would get kidnapped, sent to the 86th floor, and piss his pants.

The video ended. Maria gave him a look. "So?"

"So." Felix grinned. "Let's show Mr. Billion-Dollar Dick that not all women are for the taking."

Maria put a hand on his long shaft, stroking it. The throbbing of his cock sent shivers down her spine. Her pussy walls tightened and her pupils flashed pink, addicted. "Let's."

***

Located on a sea-side cliff along the coast of Malibu was a custom-built mansion complete with a gym, workshop, and a dozen rooms. Often, the space was used for sex. Anthony Stark was a man of vanity and arrogance. He himself admitted to it. Why not, it wasn't like he ever claimed to be a good person. He sold military weapons to the best and worst people in the world. Out of sight, out of mind.

Every night he had a slut in bed. Yesterday, however, because of what happened, he woke up with no one by his side. His body and mind were drained from the check-ups and police questioning. Then there was Emma Frost's incessant mocking. Anthony Stark lay home on a king-sized bed in boxers and a black tank top. He twirled the ends of his mustache, irritated.

"Fuck…how come I was the only one that pissed my pants?" Groaning, Anthony rolled over to grab his phone.

> Maria Hill: Sorry

His lips twitched upwards. Maria Hill had messaged him back. "Oh? A response? I knew it."

> Anthony Stark: I had a shit day so could you send me some pics to cheer me up (:

Why did he like Maria so much? Because when he met her, she was serious and quiet. A new secretary at his company that was very hard to get and played the silent, cool type until the very end. Once Maria was in bed though, she was easy like the rest. A whore that broke under his dick and left because her pride was broken. Because the rumours about him were true. Honestly, sometimes, he wondered if there was a woman in the world that didn't like his dick.

"As if." He waited for the next message, smiling.

> Maria Hill: I'm upgrading

Anthony Stark's arrogant expression died a terrible death. Maria's next message wasn't a message at all but an image. A high-quality picture of the biggest cock he had ever seen. His smile dropped and his eyes instantly counted up the inches.

Fuck.

It was easily triple his length. Just from the top-view with nothing to compare to, Anthony Stark instantly knew he was outclassed. He didn't know what to say until Maria sent a second image. He didn't need to click on it or zoom, he saw all he needed to. It was Maria kissing a hefty nutsack, the phone snapping the perfect angle of the left side of her face and her smooching lips.

His cock twitched in his boxers. That sack hung lower than the length of his cock and each individual baby factory was worth both of his combined.

A video arrived next. With shaky fingers, he played the video.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

Anthony actually flinched at the lewd clapping. For someone that was surrounded by sex, this was…this was different. It was a first-person perspective of the big-dicked male fucking Maria. Her toned ass cheeks and short hair were instantly recognizable. Laid down flat, the outrageously long cock pistoned in and out of her wet cunt. It was absurd. Anthony couldn't believe a man could be so well-hung.

"You stud…! Fuck, fuck, fuck…! Your cock! Your cock is so fucking deep. No has ever—"

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

The voices came—and that was when Anthony knew everything Maria did with him was fake. "Oh fuck~! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck~! Your dick is so big! I can't—mmmph!" The pelvis of the male kept slamming into her ass cheeks, his cock pounding that pussy as if Anthony had done a poor job. It was silly comparing himself to the man in the video. His speed and technique were out of this world.

Whoever this was, Anthony figured the man was either a sex god or the world's greatest porn star. The issue was that this wasn't porn. This was reality. There were no cuts or weird angles to make the dick seem bigger. It was big, plain and simple. End of discussion.

"Not even Anthony Stark—his dick is so small compared to yours! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuck! You're stretching me! You're stretching meee~!" A gasp that clung to dear life and full of joy. Losing her mind from deep, rapid backshots. "Keep pounding me with your horse dick!"

His cock never slipped out. His speed never wavered. He hardly showed a sign of exhaustion. Anthony checked the video's length and gulped. "Five minutes long…" He didn't fast forward any of it. He witnessed every second of Maria getting fucked. He waited for the man in the video to slow down. He waited for him to show his face. He didn't.

"Yess! Yes! Yes! Oh! Oh! Ohhh~! Mmmmh! Cumming! Cumming~! How can a woman cum this much!?"

Anthony felt a knot form in his stomach. This wasn't just casual sex with a stranger. This was primal rutting. A connection established by a supreme man and a woman that submitted to him. The billionaire's jealousy was bursting out the seams, ready to pop. Put simply, he had pitched a tent and was staining his boxers with pre-cum.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

"Cumming! Cumming! Cumming!" Anthony could practically feel her cunt clamping down. During the night they shared, Maria's pussy…it never really reacted. She made a lot of verbal noise and her walls were decently wet. Other than that, there was nothing.

"I've never cum this muuuch~! Please! A break! A break!"

But with this guy? The voices were louder and the pussylips were literally suckling on him. Following that final howl of desperation, the man went balls-deep and placed the camera directly in front of Maria's face.

He didn't recognize her. Her eyes were crossed and saliva was slipping down her lips. Her breasts were pressed to the mattress and she liked it that way because his cock was lodged inside her. There was nothing but lust in her. Between heavy breaths, Maria muttered, "Anthony, I'm sorry, but I have a boyfriend. All the money in the world can't replace boyfriend dick."

The video ended.

Anthony wasn't sure how long he sat there. At some point, he rewinded the video, checking to see who it was that dared to take Maria from him. Unfortunately, the recording had either been edited or they were very careful with the angles. During all the backshots and even the message, the face of the man responsible was cut. Anthony was able to see his lean white figure but nothing else.

"That fucker…" Gritting his teeth, he slipped a hand into his boxers. Already pitching a tent, he checked to see how much of his fist covered his cock. "I'll show him…!"

> Maria Hill: Haven't blocked me yet?

> Maria Hill: How about we compare sizes?

In the next image, Maria was holding the camera from a top perspective with her left hand and holding the big, fat cock with her right. Her one fist barely covered the godly member. Whereas Anthony, his own cock…his own cock practically disappeared when his fingers bunched together. "Haa…Maria Hill, you bitch…" Anthony began jerking himself off. "You'll pay! You'll pay for this!"

Ding! A second video arrived. This time, it was a blowjob. It seemed to be a continuation of the photo of her kissing his nutsack. She went from kissing to sliding up his long shaft to making out with the tip of his cock. All Anthony could say was, "How big is his dick…?" It took her an absurdly long time to reach the esteemed crown. Upon seeing it, Anthony's own member pulsed in an instinctive desire to fight against the superior male. However, seeing the absurd thickness and the way Maria made out with it, Anthony realized he was out of his league.

The billionaire, playboy, philanthropist was stumped. Outclassed. The last time this had happened was with Norman Osborn—

"Mmm!" In the video, Maria's tongue lapped up a bead of pre-cum. Her tongue was then joined by her mouth, swallowing the throbbing crown whole and going. Deeper, deeper, deeper, till Anthony became concerned. Till he wondered how she was taking that much cock.

Maria pulled the camera back and gave a top view. Anthony paled. "H-half? That's only half of his dick…?" It was like she was taking a selfie, proudly proclaiming that this was an achievement to be savoured. She turned back, handing the camera over to the white man responsible. Anthony's cock throbbed again as the man showed his great view. Maria Hill, silent and deadly, gobbled his dick down. All of it.

Her nose pressed the mystery man's pelvis, her eyes pointed up at the camera as if saying, "What next?"

Maria was doing this for him. She was doing this because she wanted to. Because the quiet woman found it relieving. Her boyfriend was a stud that she worshiped and he knew it. One of his hands went down to caress her cheeks. While stuffed with cock, Maria Hill mewled and pulled back four inches—well over Tony's entire length—before slamming back down. Even then, the boyfriend made no noise. His thumb drew circles on her temple and went up to her, running through the short brown mass of hair.

The second video ended. A third came in its place. Low-quality audio persisted and the phone was a blur for the first couple seconds. Eventually, it settled, revealing Maria settled next to a massive ballsack. She stared at the camera, frowning like she usually did, before peppering up and licking his sack.

"I hope the princess worshiped these things," Maria said. There was an answer apparently, in the form of a shake of the head. "Oh? No? I'll have to fill in the gaps."

'Princess!? Which princess!? Who is this guy!?' Anthony was pumping his dick with the passion of a porn addict. 'Isn't he your boyfriend? I don't…fuck!'

His breath hitched as he made a mess in his pants. He was too much of a quickshot to last long anyway. It was either now or in thirty seconds. Meanwhile, Maria Hill worshiped the nutsack of her partner with more vigour than any lover had shown Anthony. Swish and flick, swish and flick. A long trail of tongue around his huge testicle. Anthony thought he had experienced male worship. He thought he was at the pinnacle of female respect. Apparently not. All of his past lovers without exception jerked him off, let him fuck them doggy-style, then called it a day. If he was lucky, they cleaned him and offered a blowjob.

What Maria was doing was asinine. This level of worship wasn't given even to him, a billionaire, so why was she giving it to this random dude? Seeing the girthy portion of his cock visible in the video though, Anthony took it back and added, "What's so special about this big dick dude? What does he have that I don't? Why hasn't anyone done that for me?"

Video end.

Number four was promptly sent. Anthony promptly clicked on it:

The video opened with Maria licking the base of his cock and commenting, "You don't ever go soft."

"And you look addicted." His voice. This was the first time Anthony heard the mystery boyfriend's voice. It was unexpectedly normal. On the deeper end, for sure, and very masculine, yet not aggressive like Anthony expected it to be. It truly felt like he was watching a dutiful girlfriend and a lax boyfriend in the clip.

But then he noticed the strings of white strewn across Maria's face. His heart sank. The volume…the sheer volume was insane. Her hair, her cheeks, her lips, and even down her eyebrow. Her boyfriend had given her a facial to remember—and he was still fucking hard. Anthony had a record of lasting four minutes in bed. The first clip alone surpassed what he could do on his best day with Viagra.

Anthony swore he saw Maria's pupils become heart-shaped. It was a "blink and you miss it" moment but it was there. Maria and the camera went up, up, up, her tongue gliding alongside his shaft. Reaching the crown of his cock and seeing the way it throbbed angrily, Anthony was genuinely intimidated. This thing was a monster and Maria…Maria was willingly taking it. She gave it a romantic smooth, drinking up the pre-cum leaking.

"You think I'm addicted, don't you?" Anthony wasn't sure if Maria said that to him or her boyfriend. "I blame your massive fucking cock for being so addictive. As a detective, I can guarantee you won't find a size or virility like this in the city."

Maria looked at the man out of camera view and smiled cutely. It was the first time Anthony had seen her smile like that—and he had been seeing a lot of firsts today.

"On my name as a detective, I swear I'm going to squeeze out every drop." The camera pointed down to his ballsack, showing that she was squeezing the family jewels with her hands.

For some reason, Anthony didn't think it was possible.

Little did Anthony Stark know how correct he was. With Extremis, Felix Faeth's balls would never empty. They would constantly refill themselves. If it wasn't for the fact that they had to sleep, Maria and Felix would have recorded hundreds of hours worth of content for Anthony to view.

And Anthony? He would watch every single second.

He received one last video. It was the shortest of them all, lasting ten seconds. Playing the video, Anthony was blasted by moans and the sight of a creampied Maria Hill. Her ass high up and her face down, the camera man walked around and showed a three-sixty view of what he had done. Though the room was dark, the light above revealed everything that needed to be seen. Upon a second watch, Anthony would notice the cum splattered on her back and hair.

He squatted down to show her face, his erection accidentally clipping at the bottom. Maria Hill, a woman whom he regarded as one of his greatest conquests, had lost all semblance of pride, her eyes rolled back, her tongue lolled out, and her mouth in a big, happy smile. The arch of her back and the sound of the thick globs of cum caused the billionaire to realize that he had never once satisfied a woman. He gulped, his limp member writhing in his boxers. Between the moans and the creampie, Anthony thought this would be the end. That the man was merely trying to show his claim. That his one load alone could impregnate every single woman Anthony had been with.

Then, the camera man spoke.

"She wasn't lying when she said she wanted to be used. Just not by you, Mr. Stark."

The video ended. Immediately after, Anthony received two texts.

> Maria Hill: hey bro

> Maria Hill: she said you were too small for her liking and that you wouldn't leave her alone

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Author's Note: After this chapter, I'll be dialling back on the NTR and smut. Even though in this instance there's a plot element to the NTR, it's definitely extreme in a plot-centered story. For those that dislike it, apologies. I still hope you continue to read.