Spiderman: Venom

We did the boring stuff; now do the fun part! Let him fill us, let him give us the tasty treat, Poison whined.

Fine, but you need to let me enjoy it—no super rush. Just let it happen naturally.

Hmph, boring. We need to feel more, need to feed more. Fragile thing. Weak thing.

Pete will take you away from me, and there won't be any treats or fun, so behave.

Poison finally quieted down, and Gwen sighed in relief. She knew this wasn't the end. Whatever Poison was, it always wanted things its way, and she braced herself for another argument soon enough.

Peter was lost in thought, staring blankly into the distance. He was trying to figure out why he was so different. If he hosted a symbiote and had been poisoned, why hadn't he heard it? Or was Gwen the one who was truly different? His musings were interrupted as Gwen turned his face toward her, snapping him back to reality.

"You know," she began, "I get that this is fascinating and all, but I just bared myself to you. I just collected samples from my new favorite activity, and you're sitting here ignoring me? How's a girl supposed to feel appreciated and desired if her boyfriend doesn't even care that condoms aren't a thing anymore?"

She leaned closer, her hand sliding over his shoulders as she straddled his lap. "About how she wants him to make her toes curl and her head spin so hard she blacks out," she teased with a smirk, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

Peter felt himself reacting to her words, her teasing drawing a response he couldn't control. He wondered if she always spoke like this—or was it new? It didn't matter. The way she teased him had him hardening against her.

Leaning in, she whispered in his ear, "What's a girl supposed to do if her boyfriend hasn't even noticed she isn't wearing panties?"

Peter glanced down, realizing with a start that she was right—and not just about her panties.

"And what's a girl supposed to do when she knows MJ won't be back for hours because she finally managed to get ahold of her?"

Standing up, Gwen stepped back and pulled off her top, leaning against the counter as she sat up, spreading her legs. The sweet, familiar aroma of her arousal reached Peter's nose, sending his desire skyrocketing as he took in the sight before him.

"I think you owe me an apology," she said, a playful grin tugging at her lips. "And since you'll be using your tongue, you won't need to say much."

Peter couldn't tear his eyes away. Her figure was stunning—every curve and contour seemed crafted to perfection. The enticing scent of her excitement only fueled his own.

"Close your eyes," he murmured.

She obeyed, and he pressed a soft kiss to her lips, then pulled back to place another along her neck.

He continued down, kissing along her collarbone to her left breast. He kissed the gentle curve before flicking his tongue over her nipple. Then he took it into his mouth, sucking softly.

Gwen moaned, her fingers threading through his hair. Poison stayed quiet, but Gwen could still feel faint pulses of pleasure building inside her as Peter gently nibbled on her sensitive skin.

Switching to the other side, Peter used his hand to tease her first nipple while his tongue lavished attention on the second. His lips trailed further down, pausing briefly to kiss her stomach and give her belly button a playful nip before descending even lower.

At last, he reached the source of the intoxicating scent that had been driving him wild. For years, he had caught faint traces of this aroma from Gwen and others at school, masked by layers of clothing. But now, unfiltered and overwhelming, it consumed his senses.

Grinning, he slid off his pants, freeing his erection. Gwen's legs rested over his shoulders as he ran his hands along her toned thighs. Gently, he parted her slick folds with his fingers, revealing just how ready she was. After placing soft kisses along her inner thighs, he finally began.

His tongue flicked out, tasting her for the first time. Her clit was soft yet firm under his touch. As he circled it with his tongue, Gwen moaned, her hands clutching his head.

Peter didn't mind the pressure of her grip. Moving closer, he lightly sucked on her clit while his thumbs gently massaged her labia. His tongue teased her entrance, sliding as far inside as it could go.

He alternated between circling her clit and dipping lower, his movements driving Gwen closer and closer to the edge. When he slid a finger inside her, he curled it toward her G-spot, applying gentle pressure as his tongue continued its work.

Gwen's body arched suddenly, her thighs quivering as the climax overtook her.

"P...Pete, I...oh, I...I...a...a...AAH!" she cried, her body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her.

Breathless, Gwen leaned forward, struggling to regain control. But Peter didn't stop, his finger stroking her rhythmically while his lips sucked on her clit.

"No...oh no, Pete, please, please, God, please, no," she pleaded, the intensity overwhelming her.

As her orgasm ebbed, Gwen slumped forward. Peter caught her as she slid off the counter, holding her gently as she collapsed into his arms.

Her breathing was ragged as she tried to compose herself. The sex was incredible, but if Poison kept amplifying everything, she knew she wouldn't last long.

Poison, you jerk! I told you not to!

So good, so good, Poison purred.

Peter's eyes searched her face with concern. "Are you okay?" he asked softly.

"I..." she panted, "I just need a minute."

Poison, calm us down.

No! Yummy, yummy, more, more! Poison sang gleefully.

"It's just...too much, Pete. Too much," Gwen admitted. Her body was raw with hypersensitivity, nearing discomfort. If they continued, it would become painful. "Sorry, I can't."

Her gaze dropped to his still-erect member. She knew what she wanted to do next. Peter followed her eyes and smiled.

"Swap, then?" he suggested, hopping onto the counter as Gwen knelt before him.

This was what she craved. She loved the satisfaction of watching his face contort in pleasure as she took care of him.

If you ruin this for me, I swear I'll kill you.

No, no! We love the sploosh and the yummy treat. Do this more!

I will. But make it stop hurting and make it easier, and we'll do this as often as he wants.

Yes, yes, yummy, yummy.

Gwen wrapped her hand around his manhood, stroking it as her thumb brushed over the sensitive underside. She bit her lip, grinning, and lightly flicked the precum glistening on his tip before moving lower. Her tongue swirled over his balls, teasing them before gently sucking on each one. His low moans were all the encouragement she needed. She smiled to herself as she moved back up—now it was time for the main act.

She let the precum on his erection moisten her lips. The musky, salty scent, tinged with a subtle sweetness, filled her senses. She felt Poison stir inside her, the symbiote quivering as her own desire leaked out slightly.

Behave, she mentally scolded Poison. You'll get your reward.

Feeling Poison's compliance, Gwen smirked.

Her lips descended on the glans of Peter's cock, her tongue gliding along the shaft as she went. She brushed her lips against his sensitive tip, drawing moans from him that matched her own pleasure. She could tell Peter would finish quickly if she rushed, but she didn't want to hurry. She wanted to savor every moment, to imprint his taste on her lips, knowing it was her touch making him writhe and groan.

We love this. We help.

With him securely in her mouth, Gwen discovered she could manipulate her tongue to stroke the underside of his shaft while keeping steady suction. There was no discomfort—Poison had ensured her jaw could stretch easily—and she took him in all the way to the base without hesitation.

As she sucked and stroked, Gwen realized Poison had also adjusted her breathing. She could fully immerse herself in the act, sliding him deep into her throat. Her head moved rhythmically, her pace slowly building as an electric tingle stirred between her thighs.

Don't even think about it, she warned Poison.

Peter was lost in bliss. Gwen had done this before, but never like this. The sensations surpassed even their most intimate moments of passion. Her tongue caressed him expertly, and the slick, enveloping heat of her mouth threatened to undo him. Only sheer willpower kept him hovering on the edge without tipping over.

"Gwen," Peter breathed, his hand resting gently on her head. Her eyes flicked upward to meet his as she continued, her focus unwavering. "I... I'm going to cum."

Gwen nodded slightly, increasing her pace. She wanted this—wanted to feel him spill into her, to taste his release and know she had pushed him to this point. Peter began to thrust softly, her tongue guiding him. Her mouth became a haven for the final surge of his desire.

Gripping her head gently, Peter's movements quickened until, with one last thrust, he pushed deep, his tip pressing against the back of her throat.

"Now... now," he groaned as his climax overtook him. His release poured into Gwen's mouth. She didn't need to swallow—it slid effortlessly down her throat, rich and thick, like a slightly salty caramel milkshake. The sensation was warm and tingly as it went.

Poison purred with satisfaction, and Gwen swore the symbiote experienced its own version of release. Her entire body hummed with electric warmth as she swallowed. It wasn't the same as her own climax, but it was euphoric in its own way.

Gwen's hand stroked him gently, coaxing every last drop. As he pulsed in her mouth, Poison ensured his essence went exactly where it should. The warmth spread through her, filling her completely. She felt her own pleasure spike as Poison hummed contentedly, the three of them reveling in the shared moment. For once, Poison had kept itself in check, letting Gwen fully enjoy the experience.

Peter ran his fingers through her hair. "That was... incredible."

Gwen carefully tugged his foreskin down, ensuring no drop of cum was left behind. Once satisfied, she kissed his sensitive tip before standing.

"Yes, it was," she replied with a sly smile, extending her hand to him. "But now we need to shower. MJ will be back soon."

She had enjoyed it more than she expected. If Poison could learn to behave, there might still be hope for her.

After rinsing her mouth with water—not that she thought Poison had left anything behind—Gwen joined Peter in the shower. The two cuddled happily in bed afterward, content in each other's arms.

It was still early evening, but a short nap before MJ returned sounded like a good idea.

Once Gwen drifted off to sleep, Peter carefully slipped out of bed and climbed through the roof hatch. He was relieved that Gwen seemed fine, but his mind was already focused on other matters. The Fearsome Four were still out there, and he couldn't afford to be unprepared again. If he wanted to keep Gwen—and everyone else—safe, he needed to be better.

Gwen stirred faintly as she felt Peter leave, but she didn't mind. If he needed to go out as Venom, it gave her a chance to deal with her own internal struggles.

Poison, you jerk! What the hell was that?

More, more! Tasty, tasty! Poison chirped gleefully.

No, it's too much. You have to calm down, or it hurts me.

No! We like it—the tasty squirt and the tingly shocks. We love them! More, more, more!

No. If you keep pushing, there will be nothing. I'll stop everything with Peter—no treats, no fun. I want to enjoy it, not struggle to breathe because you're cranking everything up to ten.

Hmph. So weak. So fragile. We like the tingles and want them all the time.

Please, just... we're bonded now. You have to work with me. Please.

Fine, Poison finally relented. But you have to give us more treats. We like them and want more. If no Pete, then more treats.

Peter had mentioned a bakery nearby.

If I get you treats, will you let me enjoy sex with Peter?

Sex? The in and out, then the squirty? Yes. Do that. Drink it. Let it fill us. We love it!

Poison!

Hmph! Fine! Boring Gwen. Get the treaty treats, and we'll agree. We'll let you have your boring little squirts instead of the ones we like.

That's all I ask. Now, can I sleep?

Boring! You could be eating or licking Peter.

I need sleep to do that. If I'm too tired, then no treats.

Fine... still boring.

Poison. Shut the fuck up!