Caught in her Web - Chapter 38

Chapter 38

Tags: Blowjob, Public Indecency, Cuckolding, Revenge

‘No fucking way!’

Pete figured he deserved some kind of award with how manfully he held back the laughter that was so desperate to spill out.

‘Seriously, Pete, what the actual fuck is that?!’

His nanites truly were a marvellous creation, each and every one of them doing their part to rapidly advance humanity into his futuristic, science fiction fantasies.

They were also in limited supply. 

Ever since its creation, most of SI’s supply of nanites had been carted off to the Gravity Well, even though it didn’t strictly need them - the nanites were just an incredibly convenient construction material given the tower’s otherwise remarkably inconvenient location.

Though nanites were technically plentiful, their uses were even moreso. Between bringing much of the Earth out of poverty, securing its people’s health and wellbeing, building hospitals and now expanding into outer space, it had become imperative to use their nanites more judiciously.

Thus, the Great Southern Passage was born. With a final expenditure of nanites on behalf of the monolithic gigastructure, SI - with the permission of the Australian government - had dug a canal that bisected the country in two, from Darwin to Adelaide, running right by the Gravity Well in the middle of the country.

This not only allowed whoever worked at the Well to source their own materials for whatever projects they had going on - via massive shipping containers that previously had to dock in Darwin, unload, and make the laborious, thousand mile trip to the tower - but it would also be a massive boon to the local economy and bring life back to an otherwise inhospitable wasteland.

Already, a city was being built at the base of the tower to house not only those that worked there, but to facilitate the industry that supported them… and those that supported the supporters…

The canal was huge. At several thousand feet wide, it allowed for comfortable passage for commercial and non-commercial traffic alike, in both directions. The swarm that had been required to dig out and fill the man-made wonder had blotted out the Sun, the speed with which they’d completed the task taking his breath away.

With only dirt to feed upon to self-replicate, the whole endeavour had been incredibly inefficient, but whatever they lost in productivity due to the canal’s construction, they’d make up for tenfold in the proceeding years.

He yelped when Gwen pinched his side, clearly tired of being ignored.

Pete chuckled, bumping his fiancée with his hip as they watched a massive shipping container slip into the canal.

‘That,’ he began, with a motion of his head towards the canal, ‘is the Great Southern Passage.’

He enjoyed watching her eyes steadily widen when he explained its purpose and scale.

‘Are you telling me,’ she began, incredulously, ‘that I missed a freaking marvel being built, in a month…because I was sun tanning?’

Pete barked out a laugh and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, bringing her in to kiss the top of her head. Leaning down, he put his lips against her ear and growled, ‘Among other things…’

Gwen shivered with delight, pulling back and biting her lip as she looked up at him. Rather than getting frisky however, they anchored the Stacy’s Dream in the Port of Darwin and had a lovely dinner, watching as massive freighter after massive freighter sailed into the canal, along with other commercial and civilian traffic.

As much as Pete would have loved to spend the night making love to Gwen, they had a long day of sailing ahead of them tomorrow if they wanted to finish the remainder of their voyage in one go. Even with the upgrade he’d already made to the yacht’s engines, and with the favourable winds his AI assured him they’d have, it would still take them most of the day to make the straight, nearly thousand-mile journey.

The next morning, Gwen was almost vibrating with excitement as they slipped into the canal before sunrise. With much of the yacht’s functions being automated - unless there was an emergency - all Pete really had to do was steer and stay well-clear of the freighters they zoomed by, their pristine hull cutting through the calm waters like a knife.

Both he and Gwen stuck to the upper helm, and Pete even let his fiancée have a turn sailing. She hogged the wheel greedily, pouting and shoving him away each time he tried to take it back. Finally, as it neared midday, she grew bored and relented, ceding control back to him.

She wasn’t done being a mischievous little menace though, because the second he had both hands back on the wheel, Gwen dropped to her knees and pulled his shorts down with her. They weren’t exactly concealed in their position in the above-deck helm station, and as Gwen greedily gobbled and sucked his dick down to the root, the sailors on the nearby freighter let them hear about it by honking their ship’s massive horns in humour.

As embarrassing an experience as it was… it certainly made the rest of the trip go much faster.

Even after several orgasms and filling his fiancée’s belly with his cum, she didn’t stop sucking and playing with his dick until Pete urgently told her the Well was becoming visible.

Bemused, she stood and stared. Her confusion made sense, of course, they were still hours away from the monolithic tower, and it took Gwen a few seconds to realise the tiny mountain he was pointing to on the horizon was, in fact, the top of the over hundred-mile tall gigastructure.

‘Holy shit…’ Gwen gasped, her voice filled with awe. Pete helpfully wiped a line of his cum from her lip and stuck the finger in her mouth. Her twinkling eyes finally shifted back to him as she moaned, licking and sucking the digit clean.

As horny as they were however, watching the top of the Well steadily ascending into the sky and widening as they drew closer felt like a religious experience, humanity’s first gigastructure filling them with a kind of awe and pride that felt foreign, yet somehow exhilarating at the same time.

Gwen never let go of his hand as they stared up at the looming structure in amazement, the remainder of their trip lapsing in a somewhat stunned silence.

With a diameter of ten miles to go with its gigantic hundred mile height, the Gravity Well eventually blotted out the sky even before the final leg of their journey. Pete idly wondered if the cities that would eventually grow up around it and the canal would be as vast as the two wonders themselves.

You’re welcome, Aussies.

The canal hadn’t been open for that long, but when they finally reached the port at the base of the Well it was teeming with activity, over a dozen, massive freighters queuing up to disgorge their containers. Before he could follow them however, he was hailed over the radio and, once his identity was confirmed, he was hurriedly directed to a private marina by the maritime traffic control station operators.

Gwen grinned impishly. ‘Man, they thought you were some arrogant douche when they hailed you, they changed their tunes real quick when they found out who you were…’

Pete returned Gwen’s grin  and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close.

After mooring their yacht in the marina, they had a quick, frisky shower before dressing and disembarking. It felt weird to do so - ever since buying her before their erotic visit to Atlantis, Pete had barely stepped off his new baby for more than an hour.

Naturally, Gwen had scoffed at the idea that they’d dress respectably. Feeling like a Ken doll, Pete just rolled his eyes and let his fiancée dress him however she wanted - and apparently, she wanted him to look like a stereotypical captain. 

Pete barely had a second to admire himself in the mirror as Gwen just materialised her outfit over her perfect body - a part of him secretly glad he didn’t have to endure the oft complained about hours of waiting for a significant other to get ready.

Gwen had shoved him into a loose, denim shirt that he had unbuttoned enough to show off his man cleavage, short white shorts and boat shoes. The outfit was capped off with a thick, off-white knitted cardigan and, of course, his captain’s hat.

God, I must look like such a douche…

When he’d protested and tried to toss the hat, Pete had flinched when Gwen had growled at him like an animal and gave him a stinging smack on his right ass-cheek.

‘The hat stays.’

‘Yes ma’am.’

He was just about to curse his fiancée out mentally when he turned, and the sight of her took his breath away.

She wasn’t dressed sexily or outrageously slutty, in fact, she looked downright normal. Having said that, the sight of her still made him go weak at the knees, one thought playing over and over in his mind.

This is going to be the mother of my children.

Gwen actually looked bashful for some reason, her cheeks tinted pink.

‘If you don’t want to keep Riri waiting…you need to stop looking at me like that…’

Realising he must be gaping like an idiot, Pete cleared his throat, feeling his own cheeks heat up.

Gwen’s outfit wasn’t anything special or particularly conspicuous. She wore a simple, oversized white shirt that was tastefully unbuttoned and tied at the hem to show off her midriff, a white sports bra underneath it, three-quarter length skinny jeans and flats. She threw a matching cardigan over herself and wore a cute straw hat atop her head.

His mind conjured images of her dressed just like that as she tried to corral a group of little baby Parkers.

Clearing his throat once more, Pete grinned, wrapping his arms around Gwen and pulling her in close to plant a tender kiss on her lips. ‘Feels like this is the first time you’ve worn a bra in years…’

Gwen cackled and shoved him away, still embarrassingly bashful after the tender moment.

They’d barely made it off the yacht, their necks aching from staring up at the unbelievable, impossibly massive tower, when a screeching of tires pulled their attention back down to Earth. They both watched, their hands clasped, as the doors were flung open and a panting, but still somehow composed Riri Williams stumbled out.

Rather, he intellectually recognized her as Riri, given her myriad appearances on TV and the internet, but Pete still struggled linking the woman that was rushing towards them with a massive smile on her face to the colleague he, until relatively recently, shared an office space with back in Manhattan.

She looked impressive whenever he saw her giving interviews or statements, and that effect was even more pronounced in person. Riri’s squealing brought a giddy laugh from Gwen and, letting go of his hand, both women ran at each other like giggling lunatics, their hands stretched wide and ready to embrace.

It was all so ridiculous, but Pete didn’t let that distract from the fact that Riri had become one of the most famous and well-respected scientists on Earth. And beautiful, in his humble opinion. Dressed in a brown, immaculately cut pantsuit that accentuated her wide hips and slim waist, a tight, white blouse and stiletto heels she cut both an intimidating, and unarguably feminine figure. Her long, curly hair was pulled back tight and done up in a high bun while she wore minimal jewellery, mostly golden hoop earrings and a couple of bracelets and rings.

The women collided in a gaggle of limbs and Riri immediately snatched at Gwen’s hand, cooing and gushing over her ring.

What is this strange dialect of English they’re speaking? My AI is struggling to translate.

He watched them

Finally, Pete reached them, his hands in his pockets and a warm smile hidden behind his thick, manicured beard. Riri finally turned to him and froze, her eyes widening as she gazed up at him before raking over him in appreciation. Pete rolled his eyes at Gwen’s smug smirk.

‘Right?’ Gwen purred, wrapping an arm around Riri’s waist and sidling up to their friend as she joined in on eye-fucking Pete.

Riri hummed thoughtfully, trying to play off her blatant ogling with a forced air of nonchalance and clearing her throat in embarrassment. ‘Well, normally I’d say the boating look is super lame, but you did just sail in here on a yacht for Christ’s sake…’

Riri took another step closer, an impish smile on her lips as her fingers daringly danced up his chest. ‘Mmm,’ she hummed thoughtfully, her dexterous digits threading themselves into his beard and her eyes fluttering at him coquettishly. ‘Normally, I’d say it’s a shame to cover such a pretty face, but this really suits you…’

Gwen barked out a laugh as Pete sighed and stared up into the sky, as if asking for help. All it did was remind him of the marvel they were standing at the base off… it also made him feel small, and insignificant.

That’s so freaking cool though!

‘I told you she’d want to fuck you!’

Riri sputtered at the ridiculous claim, especially since Gwen hadn’t used her inside voice. ‘I d-didn’t say that!’ She furiously denied, and were it not for the shade of her skin, Pete was sure she’d be blushing up a storm. ‘Besides, I have a boyfriend!’

Her voice hitched in an odd way when she made the proclamation. Pete wouldn’t have given it another thought had he not noticed Gwen’s eyes narrowing in suspicion. Pete dispelled the brief, tense moment however by spreading his arms wide.

‘You’re just gonna leave me hanging?’

Her smile quickly returned and Riri flung herself into his arms, her head turned and pressed against his chest as she squeezed him tight. ‘I missed you two so much…’

Pete’s eyes widened at the admission and he winced, feeling a little guilty for putting off this visit for so long. 

Naturally, Gwen ruined the tender moment by slapping Riri on the ass, the impact earning her a loud, whip-like crack and a startled squeal from their friend.

‘And I missed this ass…’ Gwen purred, pressing herself into Riri’s back so that she was sandwiched between them. The woman shuddered as Gwen leaned in and nibbled on her earlobe, gently tugging at it before disengaging.

Rolling her eyes, Riri smiled at the both of them, her dark eyes once more twinkling merrily. ‘You have no idea how long it’s been since someone had the balls to smack my booty like that.’

Gwen grinned conspiratorially at Riri and eyed Pete with a devilish glint in her eyes. ‘Aww honey, don’t tell me you’re gone and turned all professional,’ she lamented with the cheesiest pout imaginable. ‘You should be more like this perv,’ she teased, slapping Pete on the back, ‘and just fuck all your assistants…’

Instead of getting flustered, or being shocked by the admission Pete wasn’t denying, Riri shot them both a mischievous grin.

‘Who says I don’t?’

Pete’s eyebrows shot up and Gwen gaped at her incredulously. Riri disengaged and started sashaying back towards her car, her hips swaying from side to side.

As she walked away from them and Pete was blessed with the view of her delicious ass packed tight into those skin-tight slacks, he understood why Gwen couldn’t help herself and wanted to get her hands on it. After only a few steps, she turned and graced them with a sexy smirk.

‘What?’ she teased with a faux look of confusion. ‘A girl has needs…’

-

Pete ignored the gossiping of the women behind him as they caught each other up on their lives since they’d last met.

He didn’t know how they could chat about something so…benign, given their current circumstances.

Riri’s office was, predictably, huge. In her defence, it seemingly served multiple purposes; her working space, lab, apartment and, over to one side near the massive window he was staring dumbly through, a conference table she clearly used for important mettings.

He’d given the mostly wide-open space a cursory once-over, but when his gaze landed on the window that provided a stunning view of the Earth from the thermosphere, he’d nearly made an ass of himself by stumbling into one of the chairs around the conference table in his haste to get closer. He’d ignored the women’s playful giggles as he stared raptly out over the beautiful blue marble beneath.

Around the well, it had been an overcast day, and so it showed as he looked down towards the base, ignoring the sense of vertigo he felt doing so. They were so high up however, he could look further out unto where the clouds no longer covered the sky.

It’s like I’m floating in Lower Earth Orbit and staring down at the planet… like a God. Jesus, what a thought…

He didn’t know how long he stood there, admiring the curvature of the Earth and the beautiful sight beneath them, but he didn’t break out of his trance until Riri called out to him.

‘Are you going to join us, Pete?’ Riri asked jovially, her tone belying the apparent hurt in her words, ‘Or did you really only visit me so you could jump the queue to get access to the tower yourself?’

As if triggered by her words, his AR lens showed him footage from one of the cameras deep within the bowels of the well, where dozens of shipping container-sized projectiles were lined up and ready to be launched into outer space. 

While the Well’s primary function and reason for existing was to negate the effects of gravity and allow for research and easy access into the great beyond, it also had the added effect of the opposite. 

Accelerating and enhancing gravity in the opposite direction. 

A much larger power draw than disabling, it however allowed for the quick launching and deployment of his deep space probes at unheard of speeds. 

Could he have created portals himself with the Space Stone and just dropped his massive drones off wherever he wanted in the solar system? Sure.

After the New York incident though, he didn't think it wise to cause a panic when their AI powered telescopes eventually spotted the inexplicable and unaccounted for drones.

Ripping his eyes away from the awe-inspiring view, Pete spun on his heels and grinned when he spied a mini bar fridge under Riri’s desk. 

‘Can I get you ladies a drink?’

Riri turned her head in embarrassment at his teasing tone, her lips set in an adorable pout. The fridge was filled with sodas.

‘Can you blame me?’ Riri said defensively, one leg crossed over the other and her arms framing her delicious c-cup breasts. ‘I haven't needed to calorie count ever since I got me some of your nanites. Don't judge until you try Aussie Coke either, it's so much better.’

Pete offered her an indulgent smile as he plucked three bottles from the fridge, snorting, when a needlessly complicated contraption filled in the gaps his pilfering made. As he made his way over to the women on the couch, his eyes roamed over the office he had previously mostly ignored in his haste to gaze out the window. 

Riri’s office was mostly a large, empty space, the entire far wall floor-to-ceiling glass ten inches thick and providing that stunning view. Her desk was large and central to the window and, when facing it, the even larger conference table took up a majority of the empty space to the left, while the right held the women, a couple of couches and a door that supposedly led to her lab and sleeping quarters.

Pete had a quick peek inside earlier when Riri had briefly excused herself to the bathroom. Ignoring the bedroom at the end of the short corridor, the lab space before it was relatively unremarkable save for a prototype, more feminine looking Iron Man suit set up in her work space, the armour plates clearly made of vibranium.

Tony’s gonna be so proud…

He handed both Riri and Gwen the bottles of soda and they all gulped down half the fizzy goodness in one go. Pete's eyebrows rose in surprise as the liquid burnt its way down his throat.

‘Right?!’ Riri gushed, bouncing in her seat. ‘It’s nowhere near as obnoxiously sweet. I think I'm hooked…’

Pete rolled his eyes and took a seat opposite the women in the single seater armchair, sighing as he sank into the plush leather. ‘Whatever, and it's cute you think I need to queue for anything.’

Realising he was referencing her line jumping accusation from earlier, she narrowed her eyes at him in suspicion.

‘Well,’ he relented, giving her office another once-over, particularly the view out of the huge window. ‘I’m officially jealous.’

Riri’s suspicious stare seemed to only increase in intensity as Gwen flicked her gaze between the two of them with an impish smile.

‘Maybe not as luxurious as a ritzy penthouse in Manhattan, but I think mine has a better view.’

‘Hey now,’ Gwen interjected, coming out in defence of her home, ‘don’t be dissing Lady Liberty like that…’

Riri waved the pesky claim off impatiently, her eyes narrowing at Pete’s faux innocent look. ‘Cut the crap, what made you so desperate to shoot something into outer space? And why can’t I look into the cargo manifest?’

Pete shared an amused grin with his fiancée before turning back to his overeager colleague. ‘What do you mean?’ he asked with the fakest of confused tones ever. ‘Can’t you just use your override and look for yourself.’

Riri took a deep, controlling breath and turned her ire onto Gwen. ‘And you willingly put up with this bullshit?’

Pete snorted into his drink as Gwen shot him a wink. ‘I dunno, I think he’s kinda cute…’

Riri scoffed. ‘He’s not that cute.’

‘Aha!’ Pete interjected, a cheeky grin on his lips, ‘So you do think I’m cute, now we’re just quibbling over how cute?’

Gwen cackled as Riri sputtered out her denials. Realising they were just poking fun at her, she crossed her arms and pouted like a child. ‘Eh, I’d rate you a six at best. Maybe an eight if you grew a man bun to go with that beard.’

‘Un-freaking-likely,’ Pete refuted outright. ‘I love Gwen and not even she could make me do something so unbelievably heinous.’

‘Oh?’ Gwen arched up, raising her eyebrow in challenge. ‘You sure about that?’

He was about to assert that yes, he was damn sure, when she weirdly started looking at her own, clean-cut nails. ‘You know, I’ve always wanted to know how acrylics would look on me…maybe with some glitter nail polish…?

‘You’re bluffing,’ Pete accused, his eyes wide with horror. ‘No way you’d do something so disgusting.’

She grinned at him victoriously. ‘Exactly.’

Confused by her smug satisfaction, Pete stared at her with a bemused expression on his scrunched up features. ‘Wait, what?’

The women shared a conspiratorial smile and giggled at each other. 

‘What she means,’ Riri explained, a twinkle in her eye, ‘is that you’ll be a good boy and dress and groom yourself exactly as your woman wants - if you know what’s good for you.’

They both giggled again and high-fived while Pete masked his sigh of relief.

Disaster averted. 

He hated fake nails.

‘As cute and funny as that all was, don’t think you distracted me enough to forget,’ Riri told him off with a wagging finger. ‘What did you just shoot out of my Gravity Well?’

‘Yours?’ Pete teased, and seeing the annoyed glare she was giving him, he realised he’d pushed the bit a little too far. ‘Oh stop being such a drama queen, they’re just drones. Probes that’ll let me see out into the edges of our solar system.’

‘What for?’ Riri asked, her face scrunched up in confusion. ‘No drones could be more efficient or relay more data than our telescopes unless -’ Her eyes widened in shock, a look of betrayal on her pretty features. ‘Are you telling me you just launched dozens of drones with GravDrives out of my tower and you didn’t let me see them?!’

He didn’t even need to try and tease her this time, he was genuinely confused. ‘Huh? What are you talking about? You could literally go to any of my hospitals and look at any of the drones’ GravDrives to your heart’s content…’

‘Like I have time for that!’

He could have teased and prodded at her more - he was sorely tempted, angry Riri was hot - but instead Pete just waved a hand and one of his invisible drones decloaked right next to the fuming scientist’s head, earning him a shriek of surprise.

‘T-that’s not possible!’

‘Oh please,’ Pete waved off her incredulity, ‘as if your sensors could pick up my drones.’ He waved again, this time towards the drone itself. ‘Now stop pouting, there’s a GravDrive right there, have at it.’

Riri gaped at his drone for several seconds before a look of greed flashed across her eyes, the telltale sign of an AR lens flaring up as she examined it in great detail. Pete and Gwen left her to it and strolled back over to the massive glass wall to stare out at the Earth below.

‘It’s so beautiful…’

‘Yeah,’ Pete agreed, wrapping his arms around Gwen’s midsection and resting his chin on her head. ‘Think we should move to the moon when they eventually build places to live?’

Gwen snorted out a laugh and leaned back into his chest. ‘Nah, it’d get boring real quick,’ she teased, as if they weren’t casually discussing moving to the moon. ‘Maybe we could build a vacation home though…?’

Pete laughed softly and squeezed Gwen tighter as they both gazed down at the marvellous view in companionable silence, a gasping and geeking out Riri completely ignoring their presence.

Finally, their host realised her absence might be considered a little rude and sheepishly rejoined them by the window-wall.

‘Sorry,’ she apologised with a self-deprecating laugh, turning to look back at the drone that recloaked itself longingly. ‘I might have gotten a little carried away, they're just so cool though.’

‘Don't worry about it,’ Pete assured her with an understanding smile, choosing not to tell her about the GravDrive spacecraft Cindy would be secretly coming here to build. 

He reminded himself to remotely watch her reaction when she eventually found out about the project, it would be priceless. 

Instead, Pete looked Riri up and down, his colleague straightening under his intense gaze and fidgeting uncomfortably. 

‘What?’ she asked in bemusement, as Pete's smile grew. 

‘Nothing,’ he replied in a conciliatory tone. ‘It's just…you look really good Riri, it's good to see you again. I think power suits you.’

Riri was clearly flustered and taken aback by his praise. If she were of fairer skin, Pete got the impression she'd be flushing all the way up to the roots of her hair. 

‘Since when did you become such a flirt?’

Gwen, who'd been chucking at their friend's cute embarrassment, raised her hand proudly. ‘That's my fault,’ she admitted, proudly. ‘I've turned him into a bit of a fuckboy.’

Quickly getting over her embarrassment, Riri composed herself and sent them both a sly smile, clearly pleased that the collective, teasing attention was back on Pete.

‘So I've heard.’ Her grin turned positively giddy, her eyes sparkling with mischief and desire. ‘So I've seen. Storm? Geeze Pete, you don't do things by halves. Good work on that one…’ Her smile then turned conspiratorial as she sidled up to them. ‘And you didn't hear this from me, but you should have heard Shuri’s temper tantrum the last time she visited, called you all sorts of horrible names…’

Ignoring Gwen’s well-practiced, evil cackle, Pete shot Riri a self-assured smile and winked. 

‘Really? Must be a Wakandan thing.’ Before he delivered his punchline, he made sure to waggle his eyebrows suggestively. ‘Ororo was calling me all sorts of names too.’

As Gwen burst out laughing, Riri’s eyes went wide and a delicate hand flew to her both to hide her obvious mirth. ‘You're incorrigible! What happened to the old Peter Parker? So humble, so innocent!’

They'd made their way back to the lounge by now, with all three of them taking a seat on the three-seater, with Gwen planting herself in his lap. 

‘Innocent? Look who's talking,’ Gwen clapped back with a wicked grin, ‘what's this about you fucking your assistant? You absolute skank!’

Even Pete - often accused of being too lost in his own thoughts to read the social queues of anyone but his fiancée - noticed Riri’s well-disguised embarrassed cringe. ‘It’s…not really like that. Alex’s my boyfriend.’

‘Bo-ring,’ Pete teased good naturedly, though he turned to Gwen in surprise when she didn’t join in on the good natured ribbing. His fiancée’s beautiful features were set in a frown of consternation, her eyes narrowed on a squirming Riri. Pete looked back and forth between them, wondering what was going on.

Did I miss something while I was taking in the view?

‘What happened?’ Gwen asked, sidling over to Riri and placing a gentle hand on their friend’s knee, the touch completely platonic, her expression one of compassion and understanding. Despite it all, Pete’s eyebrows rose in shock when Riri flinched at the contact, though she didn’t bat the hand away.

‘N-nothing.’ To see Riri, one of the most powerful women on the planet, shying away like a nervous child looked so wrong that something within Pete raged, but without a target to vent his frustrations on, or the reason for its existence in the first place, it was a strange sensation.

Gwen, apparently much better at reading people than he himself was, sidled even closer to Riri and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling their friend gently against her powerful frame.

‘You don’t need to tell me anything,’ Gwen assured her in a soft, gentle voice, her tone consoling. ‘But if you do, we’ll listen. No judgement, okay?’

Pete politely looked away when silent tears fell from Riri’s dark eyes, especially as his colleague tried her best to turn her face and hide them. Pete didn’t know how Gwen had spotted the hurt the woman was clearly feeling - he’d seen no signs of it since they were reunited - but of the two of them, she was far more empathic than he, and had a brilliant eye for such things.

‘We’re… not in a great place,’ Riri finally admitted, after almost a minute of tense silence. ‘I caught him cheating on me.’ Still not looking at Riri in her moment of weakness, he heard the woman let out a wet-sounding laugh. ‘No idea how he thought he’d get away with it, the Stairway to Heaven has more cameras than a thousand Londons…’

Though she’d tried to make light of the situation, Pete’s jaw clenched in fury and by the way Gwen had tensed beside him, she was faring no better. True to her word though, she didn’t explode like he knew she wanted to, nor did she judge.

‘I can’t help but notice you’re not using the past tense when referring to him?’

Gwen’s tone wasn’t accusatory, rather, it was filled with compassion and curiosity. Pete might not be amazing at reading people, but he was the best at reading Gwen. He could practically feel that boiling fury roiling deep inside her, radiating off her as an almost palpable force.

Riri tried to laugh it off again, though when he turned back to her, her smile didn’t reach her eyes. ‘I’ve put in too much effort into teaching him how to go down on me just right.’ Neither Pete or Gwen smiled, and though Gwen managed to maintain her understanding countenance, Pete’s face was a mask of stone. Riri shrugged helplessly. ‘It’s not like I have time to date, I don’t really even have time to hang out with the both of you right now.’ Again, she shrugged. ‘A girl has needs, and this is a pretty high-stress job.’

Riri seemed to be shocked by the strength of their feelings on the issue.

What? She thinks we don’t care about her because we haven’t seen her in a while…?

‘I’m not gonna lie, your reactions seem pretty…strong given what y’all get up to…’

Pete didn’t take offence to the observation - his and Gwen’s love life was rather public and often misunderstood. He felt Gwen tense beside him, clearly annoyed, but a calming squeeze of the hand on her thigh instantly had her relaxing.

‘Yeah, we sometimes fuck other people…’ Gwen allowed, her tone still compassionate and understanding despite her feelings. At Pete’s snort at the rather massive understatement, she shot him a glare while Riri failed to stifle a giggle. Pete tried, and miserably failed, to look innocent, so she just poked him in the side and continued. ‘Anyway, despite that, we don’t cheat on each other Riri. If I’m ever with another guy, it’s because I know Pete gets turned on like crazy watching me do it.’

Finally, she turned to him to ask for his input. Shrugging, he told the truth. ‘Ditto. As I’m sure you remember, Gwen flings so much pussy at me that, based on the law of averages alone, some would have to eventually fall on my dick…’

Gwen’s tense posture broke and she barked out a laugh as Riri let out another amused titter. She’d clearly been deeply hurt by being cheated on - if he were being honest, he was surprised she was even close enough to someone for that to be the case.

Suddenly, Gwen’s posture became a whole lot less wholesome and understanding, an arm sliding over Riri’s shoulder while her free hand rubbed up and down the inside of her thigh.

‘Fuck that guy, whatever his name is,’ she whispered, directly into Riri’s ear, earning a shudder and a fluttering of her eyes. Gwen shot him a meaningful look and, though he rolled his eyes, he certainly didn’t protest.

Riri was already incredibly pretty, and she’d only grown even more so during their time apart.

Apparently, Gwen needed more visual proof of the obvious though. Riri yelped when her brown pantsuit and white blouse melted off her, leaving her in nothing but her cotton bra and high-riding thong panties.

Any hesitation Pete had been feeling quickly flew out the window when he saw Riri in her underwear. He stood as she leaned into the plush leather of the couch, her back arching as Gwen started to kiss and nibble at her neck.

‘That,’ she whispered, the word coming out as more of a mewl or a whimper, ‘,was my favourite suit!’

What Riri hadn’t seen was that Gwen had absorbed and rematerialised the clothing almost instantly, leaving it in a neat, folded pile right beside them on the couch - not that Riri had the presence of mind to notice.

‘I think you’ve been Down Under for too long, alone and needy,’ Gwen purred directly into Riri’s ear while Pete started removing clothes and Gwen rubbed at her damp crotch. ‘It’s messing with your mind, Pete and I will remind you what real great sex feels like…’

Riri was breathing heavily, the wide whites of her eyes contrasting starkly against her beautiful, dark skin. ‘I-I can't,’ she mewled unconvincingly, undulating her hips and grinding her nethers harder against Gwen's hand, almost subconsciously. ‘I've g-got, mmnh, I've got meetings…’

‘Not anymore, you don't,’ Pete informed her with a cheeky smile and a wink, now stripped down to his underwear and looming over both women, his rapidly hardening member tenting his briefs. 

It was as if the words had lifted a visible weight off her shoulders - Riri looked noticeably lighter and more receptive to Gwen's nibbling and ministrations. 

‘I-I have a boyfriend.’ She squealed out the last word, Gwen having chosen that moment to bite down on her neck, bruising the skin.

‘We don't care,’ Gwen hissed directly into her ear, her eyes smouldering with a fiery passion. Pete drank in the sight, his fiancée’s perfect pale skin contrasting deliciously with Riri’s dark. He wasn't sure his colleague and friend had noticed, but Gwen had long since absorbed her clothes into her skin, leaving her even more naked than the writing scientist. 

Gwen was a vision, a perfect mixture of raw power and devastating femininity. He'd expected Riri to contrast her again in this aspect, to be soft and supple. 

As it turned out, it wasn't just a well cut pantsuit that made Riri look so good, she'd been working out. She wasn't as shredded as Gwen, obviously, but her physique was lithe and toned, the only hints of body fat centred around her ass and thighs. Her breasts weren't as large as MJ’s or Gloria's, nor were they as pert as Gwen's. 

He wondered why Gwen hadn't just stripped her bare like she had herself, but seeing the way his fiancée was looking at him, her crystal blue eyes twinkling, he realised the minx did it for him. She was teasing him, unwrapping this delicious morsel she was once more serving up to him in stages. 

Watching Riri writhe, her toned muscles tensing and flexing had him licking his dry lips, his cock throbbing with need.

She's been working out…

‘You look amazing…’

Riri, clearly embarrassed by his intense scrutiny, buried her face in Gwen's fair to avoid his ravenous gaze. 

‘Doesn't she?’

Riri’s responding chuckle was soft and breathy, filled with lust and need. ‘I-I thought the stories w-were all just embellished rumours, an attack on your characters…’ She peeked out finally and smiled shyly at the both of them. ‘They're all true…’

‘No,’ Gwen denied with a purr, her grin positively salacious. Before she continued, Gwen put her hands on Riri’s thighs and stood, pressing her naked chest against their friend's plump lips. Riri didn't even hesitate, with a needy whine, she sucked Gwen's pierced, pebbled nipple into her mouth and allowed herself to be pulled up into a standing position. With Riri’s head bent and a mouth full, her tongue lashing out and twirling around the hardened nub wantonly, Gwen leaned down and continued her previous thought. ‘The stories are all wrong, lies. The truth is way more salacious…’

Riri whimpered with loss when Gwen stepped out of her reach. She was breathing heavily, eyeing the both of them with a wide-eyed innocence and vulnerability that lit an inferno within Pete.

His fiancée turned to him, an impish grin on her lips and her closed first held out. ‘Rock off to see who gets her ass?’

Of course, he lost. He'd been tempted to seize control of the nanites following through her body to cheat, but he didn't see the need. 

Gwen was great with sharing their toys…

‘W-what?’

Instead of answering, Pete reached out and took Riri’s hand, twirling her around as if they were about to dance and, coincidentally, putting her back to Gwen. As he watched his fiancée in his periphery drop to her knees, Pete bent down and captured Riri’s lips with his own. 

Cherry…

With a needy moan, Riri melted against him, throwing her arms around Pete's broad shoulders and deepening the kiss, her tongue almost cautiously slipping into his mouth. 

She's so freaking cute…

Pete matched her passion, reaching down to take two handfuls of meaty ass cheek as he ground himself against Riri’s core. She groaned into his mouth, so swept up in passion that she didn't even react to Gwen pulling her thong down her flawless legs.

He and Gwen were of one mind, however. He didn't need a signal to know what his fiancée wanted so, without prompting, Pete pulled and spread Riri’s cheeks wide, revealing her rosebud to the horny blonde’s ravenous gaze.

Their kiss didn't end until Riri gasped in shock, then groaned when Gwen finally slipped her tongue into her back door. He felt all the strength flow out of Riri’s body as she collapsed against his chest, quivering and crying out at the foreign invader.

‘What - What are you, oooooh!’

Unwilling to be one-upped, Pete started plucking at the pins and ties that kept Riri's long shock of curly, frizzy hair done up in a tight, professional bun. Now freed, Pete couldn't help but chuckle as Riri gyrated her hips against Gwen's face, almost dancing on her tongue. 

‘How does that feel? Let your hair down…’

Riri, who'd been biting her lip with her eyes screwed shut, cracked one open and stared at him in disbelief. ‘That…was terrible…’

Clicking his tongue, Pete kept running his fingers through Riri’s hair until it fell neatly around her beautiful face in tight ringlets. 

‘Everyone's a critic.’

Like an adorable puppy, Riri had been nuzzling his hands as his fingers danced through her hair, a whimper escaping her lips when he finally let go and dropped to his knees himself. He relished in the shocked look she gave him as she watched him go, winking up at her when he inhaled deeply of her core.

‘Lovely,’ he whispered, before licking and kissing her cute belly button. Riri twitched, giggling at the action before twitching again and moaning, whatever Gwen was doing clearly driving her wild. ‘Having fun?’

Instead of answering, she just stared down at him with mute incomprehension, her body quivering and undulating as both he and Gwen played with her at both ends..

‘Bet you didn’t think this was how your afternoon was gonna go…’

This time he’d ripped a disbelieving laugh from his friend as he ran the palms of his hands up and down her thighs. Focusing on her nethers, he slid his hands up and spread her pretty pussy open with delicate ease, licking his lips at the sight of her exposed core. When he bent forward to plant another kiss, this time directly on her pleasure button, he made sure to look up and keep his eyes locked on hers. Riri reacted as if she’d been shocked, gasping and jerking before letting out a long, drawn-out moan.

Riri would have probably collapsed entirely were Pete and Gwen not holding her up and supporting her weight while tonguing her from both ends.

‘Good girl,’ Pete encouraged, this time lapping at her clit like a dog at its water bowl, his fingers curling inside her in a come-hither motion. As if by some unseen signal, Gwen chose that moment to step up the intensity of her oral game too, the predictable end result being Riri flinging her head back and screaming.

Pete hiked one of her naked, chocolate brown legs over his shoulders to help her keep her balance before diving deeper, sucking hard on her clit while his fingers rubbed gentle patterns against her hyper-sensitive g-spot.

He quite liked the sound of Riri’s euphoric exclamations. If he were being honest with himself however, he was much more preferring showing up her apparent jerk of a boyfriend, highlighting his inadequacies and helping Riri forget.

Not that he had much of a chance, with both Pete and Gwen working her over in tandem.

Let’s make her really sing…

-

Alex Saltsmann had been giving his boss and girlfriend some much needed space after his colossal fuck-up, where she’d literally caught him with his pants down with his cock in the mouth of one of the other high-profile assistants.

His heart still ached at the look of hurt and betrayal on Riri’s features, but he tried not to think about it, hoping that keeping his head down and working diligently would be enough to put him back in her good graces.

Unfortunately, his plans had been ruined when, that afternoon, his phone started ringing off the metaphorical hook. His boss had inexplicably cancelled all of her afternoon and evening appointments without so much as an apology to those inconvenienced, or a by-your-leave.

Digging into the situation deeper, the only thing he could ascertain was that she had last been seen greeting some pretty important VIPs. Any attempts at finding out who said VIPs were had also been met with the mother of all stonewalling, even the security footage he’d pulled up to find out for himself had been scrubbed. Scrubbed! That was supposed to be impossible!

Something I unfortunately know from personal experience…

If all that wasn’t bad enough, Riri - Doctor Williams, as she’d frostily corrected the last time they’d spoken - wasn’t answering his messages. Given their recent… difficulties, he’d have been more than happy to leave it at that, but the people who’d had their meetings cancelled were important and didn’t take kindly to being told, in no uncertain terms, to fuck off.

Not even the frigidness and awkwardness between them could stop him from going up to her office himself, a place he was intimately familiar with. As much as their relationship had been strained, he still had a job to do.

An important job, one he was as proud of as we was confused that he still had at all.

As the elevator brought him to Riri’s office, he used his phone to make sure he was presentable before hurrying over to the door at the end of the corridor. Absently, he swiped the RFID chip in his hand over the receptacle and almost walked into the heavy door that had refused him entry with a cool beep. A few more swipes produced identical results.

Wondering if the Sword of Damocles he’d felt hanging over his head had finally been dropped, he pulled up his notifications and let out a relieved sigh when he realised he wasn’t necessarily barred, but the Do Not Disturb protocols had been initiated, allowing nobody entry.

He had a way around the protocol as her chief assistant, but he was only supposed to use it in emergencies.

Given that he had the Prime Minister, several insanely rich and powerful entrepreneurs and a host of dignitaries hounding him, he figured this was such a time.

Typing in a password on his phone, he swiped his hand over the receptacle again and the door silently slid open.

You could have given him a million years, and he’d have never guessed the true reason for his boss having apparently gone incommunicado.

Riri Williams was a genius. Beautiful, charismatic and powerful, she was also fairly normal. Her normality was one of the things he loved about her - in a world where the rich and powerful were often degenerates, his girlfriend was a refreshing dose of pure decency.

W-what the bloody hell?!

You’d forgive him for being shocked, for the moment he stumbled into her office, he found his boss - no, his girlfriend - in the middle of what appeared to be a toe-curling orgasm, her euphoric cries ringing out loud, proud and bouncing off the minimalist bare walls of her office. She was mostly naked, her hair, always pulled back and tied tight in a large, professional bun, was loose and fell around her scrunched up and pretty face in a mess of tight, frizzy curls.

Riri, while his boss, was also his partner, so seeing her naked, and even seeing her orgasm, wasn’t enough to shock him. No, what had stunned him, what had his guts churning and what had set his face aflame with hurt, anger and betrayal was that she wasn’t alone.

Riri was positioned in profile to him, one of her chocolate-coloured legs hung over the shoulder and wrapped around the neck of a broad, muscular, naked man with his face buried in her nethers, his fingers still pumping in and out of her gushing womanhood. If that wasn’t enough of a shock, an equally naked and muscular woman knelt behind Riri, her face buried in her plush rear.

Alex watched on helplessly, wanting to scream and rage but realising the hypocrisy of the instinct, instead stewed in impotent rage.

When the trio finally realised they were no longer alone, they didn’t react like he’d expected, like children with their hands caught in the cookie jar. He thought he recognised Riri’s two, now-standing, pale-skinned lovers, but he struggled to tear his eyes away from his girlfriend’s, who regarded him coolly, her eyebrows raised in challenge. She leaned back and snuggled up to the woman behind her while a dark hand reached out, her fingers tracing her male lover’s bulging pecs.

As much as he hated to admit it, Riri looked undeniably beautiful sandwiched between her two white lovers, her darker skin glistening with sweat and her expression lighter than it had been since she’d found him cheating on her.

‘Alex, what is it?’ His girlfriend asked with complete indifference to his turmoil. ‘Can’t you see I’m a little busy?’

Alex was sure his face was doing a pretty accurate representation of a goldfish, but before he could answer the absurd question, the oddly familiar woman spoke up with an equally familiar voice.

‘Oh?’ she asked, her voice tinged with impish menace, ‘Is this the guy? The weasel that cheated on you?’

Alex froze at the question, finally able to tear his eyes away from his nearly naked girlfriend and turned them to the equally stunning blonde. He didn’t freeze because of the intimate knowledge the question implied the woman had about their relationship. No, he froze because he finally recognized the voice - in fact, it was embarrassing it had taken him this long to place the gorgeous, naked superhero…

It wasn’t like she was shy about showing off said body…

Gwen Stacy - The Ghost Spider.

If she’s here with Riri, then…

Almost robotically, Alex turned his gaze to the man who was calmly staring back at him, his face a mask of stone. It was hard to recognise him with the beard he’d grown, but that was undoubtedly Peter Parker, third in the chain of command within all of SI and one of the most powerful men on the planet.

His girlfriend is no slouch either…

Suddenly, everything made so much more sense. Whoever had cancelled all of Riri’s appointments and scrubbed the surveillance footage had had a clearance level far above his own - shit, far above Riri.

‘Yeah…’ Riri finally answered, still in a daze and coming down from her electric orgasm. ‘That’s Alex…’

Before Alex realised what was happening, before he could even get out a word of protest, he was flying through the air at dizzying speeds. At first he thought he’d been hit, but aside from feeling a little sick, he didn’t hurt anywhere.

When realisation finally dawned, it was too late. Alex was suspended from the ceiling by the Ghost Spider’s infamous webs, his mouth sealed shut before he could even scream. He’d have normally at least tried to thrash out of the infinitely more powerful woman’s grasp, but she was already in the process of wrapping him up in a cocoon, as if she were a real spider and she was saving him for later, as a snack.

While he was being imprisoned, the infamously philanderous Doctor Parker circled around the dispassionately staring Riri and ran his fingers along and under the straps of her bra. Riri shuddered at his touch, not in revulsion, but with delight. She leaned back against his broad chest and didn’t resist when Parker’s hands slid down her chest, groped her breasts, then flipped up the cups of her bra.

Despite the situation, Alex felt himself harden at the sight. Riri was an incredibly beautiful woman, and even as she writhed, now naked, against another man, that fact didn’t change. Even as Parker kissed and nibbled at Riri’s neck - a neck already covered in hickeys - and massaged her breasts, Alex couldn’t look away.

As if he wasn’t shamed enough already, Stacy put the final nail in the coffin by providing the ultimate humiliation. She tore away a patch of webs right at his crotch and fished out his achingly hard cock with a giggle, pulling it through the hole she’d created. Alex tried to thrash, to at least swivel his prison around so he could hide his shame, but Gwen quickly put a stop to that by attaching two more strings of web to his shoulders and the floor, making rotation impossible.

These webs feel tougher than steel cable…

He was trussed up like a hog and completely at their mercy - even if he wanted to look away, he couldn’t. Even if he screamed, who’d hear him?

‘If I’m being honest?’ The Ghost Spider finally spoke, her voice filled with mirth, ‘I’m a little disappointed in you Riri… you can do so much better…’

She emphasised her taunt with a flick on his leaking knob. Alex groaned in pain, but his four and a half-inch cock still leaked his excitement, the touch - even the painful touch - of such a beautiful, naked woman enough to excite him.

The flick didn’t hurt nearly as much as his girlfriend’s next words.

‘Why?’ She asked, her face completely dispassionate as she stared down at his bound and prone form, ‘it’s not like I needed his tiny cock to get my rocks off - that’s what his tongue’s for.’

Parker didn’t even flinch at the barb, his focus entirely on the beautiful woman in his arms. Stacy’s reaction was much different, barking out a laugh and crouching down so her face was level with his suspended own.

‘And who do you think has a better tongue?’

Before Alex realised what was going on, his eyes widened in horror when Stacy stuck out her tongue…only for it to keep growing, slithering out longer and longer until it was as long as her forearm. He shuddered and squirmed when the slimy appendage licked the side of his face, and when he turned to Riri, imploring her with his eyes to end this, he groaned in dismay when he saw her no longer looking dispassionate. It was hard to say whether it was Parker’s ministrations that were making her pant like a bitch in heat, or the sight of Stacy’s tongue.

Because Alex knew from personal experience, Riri was a fan of tongues.

‘That…that’s what was in me?’

Thankfully, Stacy slurped up her slimy appendage and giggled. ‘I told you we’d show you what real good sex felt like. Did you like it?’

With another look into his eyes, Riri answered completely truthfully.

‘That was the hardest orgasm I’ve ever had…’

‘Yet,’ Gwen corrected, a devilish smile on her pink lips. ‘It’s the hardest orgasm you’ve had yet.’

Before she joined the threesome, Stacy turned back to him, her face a mask of stone like her boyfriend’s. ‘If it were up to me, I’d throw you off the tower you stupid, ungrateful piece of shit.’ Before Alex could start thrashing, his all-consuming fear quickly turning into panic, she continued, ‘luckily, my better half convinced me that it would be a bad idea.’

When Alex’s eyes turned to the still dispassionate Parker, his fingers pinching and tugging at a mewling Riri’s dark, pebbled nipples and his face nuzzling her neck, he pulled back with a sigh and chuffed with amusement.

‘He’s not worth the paperwork.’

The simple words, spoken with a cool, unsympathetic certainty, sparked true terror in Alex.

These people, these monsters, could genuinely have him thrown off the top of the Stairway. Not only would they never face the consequences of their actions, but who could stop them? Who would even care enough to try? 

If that wasn't bad enough, they could just as easily fabricate a lie as easy as they breathed. He'd seen a mere fraction of the godlike power the SI AIs had at their disposal - Doctor Peter Parker, the world's golden boy, could certainly command more than a fraction of its bandwidth if he so chose.

Alex hadn't even realised he'd pissed himself until the golden liquid trickled down over his face, invariably giving himself the world's most shameful golden shower. 

‘Ugh, gross,’ Stacy scoffed, her face contorted in disgust as she roughly shoved him as if he were the world's most fleshy punching bag. Naturally, given how he was trussed up to the floor as well as the ceiling, the motion only managed to flop him around and make him dizzy.

Then, the trio acted as if he wasn't even there. No, that wasn't strictly true, he noted that both Stacy and Parker made sure he had a prime viewing angle on what they were doing to his girlfriend at all times, and to his shame, he was secretly grateful for it. 

Stacy approached the writing Riri and bent down, cupping her breasts and suckling a dark, pebbled nipple into her mouth, her tongue twirling around the sensitive bud. Riri bit her lip and whimpered, one arm wrapped around The Ghost Spider’s shoulders and the other against her colleague's neck behind her. 

Careful not to jostle his girlfriend of Riri’s teet, Parker slowly lowered himself down onto the couch, having at some point lost his briefs when Alex hadn't been looking. He pulled Riri down to sit in his lap, her feet balanced on his muscular thighs and her leaking nethers grinding against his hard, aching cock.

Parker not only had a good few inches on him, but he was almost twice as girthy. His girlfriend stared down at the thick, pale member grinding against her nethers with raw hunger in her eyes that felt like a dagger to his heart. 

Is this how Riri felt when she found me with Alison…?

Alex watched as Riri tried to angle herself so she could be impaled on the throbbing, leaking cock, but before she could manage it, Stacy took a hold of him and pulled it out of the way. 

‘Look at you, you greedy little whore. Trying to fuck my man without asking for permission? How rude.’

Parker snorted in amusement as Riri whined and writhed impatiently, desperate to fuck the world-famous scientist.

‘Please,’ she begged, her eyes heavily lidded and her breath coming in ragged pants. ‘Please put him in me, I need it, I need it so much…’

Stacy looked incredibly turned on by the beginning, so much so that she captured Riri's lips in a deep, passionate kiss, both women letting out muffled groans of desire that turned into an excited squeal from his girlfriend. Riri’s blonde lover was slapping Parker’s thick, hard phallus against her glistening, sensitive core, rubbing his head against her peeking, eager love button.

However, instead of angling the cock towards Riri’s smouldering womanhood, Stacy leaned up and whispered something into her boyfriend's ear. In response, Parker's muscular arms bulged as he easily hefted his lover's weight, curling her hips until he exposed her delicate rosebud.

‘What are you -?!’

‘Shhhh,’ Gwen urged, putting a finger to Riri’s lips. With his girlfriend's eyes wide with alarm and trepidation, Alex watched Stacy bend down to take her boyfriend's cock in her mouth. He watched her cheeks hollow as she sucked, and when she pulled off, Parker's member was noticeably shiner and glistening with her spit. ‘Deep breaths, baby, relax.’

Riri tried her best, but when Stacy put the head of her boyfriend's cock against her rear passage, and Parker started to gently lower her, she sucked in a startled breath, a kenning wail escaping her clenched lips. Riri gasped when Parker's fat head popped into her ass, then groaned as he slid deeper and deeper inside her rear passage. 

‘How does it feel?’ Gwen urged, her crystal blue eyes sparkling with excitement. ‘How does my man's cock feel in your cute ass?’

‘I don't knoooow,’ Riri wailed, her head tilted back and resting on Parker's shoulder. ‘It's weird. First, nnh, first tiiiiime.’

Alex could do nothing but watch as Riri sank deeper and deeper down onto Parker’s thick, veiny cock, her sphincter eventually relaxing and gaping wide to accept him all the way. 

This…this is unbelievable. Not Riri, not her too. She isn't like this! Like them!

And yet the evidence was all-but pointing to the contrary. When she sank all the way down Parker's length, her plump rear fully seated on his lap, her eyes fluttered open and stared at Gwen owlishly.

‘You see?’ Stacy crowed, a wicked grin on her lips, ‘That wasn't so bad.’

Instead of answering, Riri looked around the room in a daze, her pelvis subconsciously gyrating in Parker's lap as small, sexy whimpers escaped her lips. When her eyes finally landed on Alex, they quickly flicked up to his embarrassingly hard cock jutting out of his webbed person before returning his gaze once more, an amused, sexy smirk on her lips.

Seemingly making herself comfortable, Riri leaned to the side and twisted her body a little so she could reach back and throw an arm around Parker's neck. This not only meant they were ostensibly face-to-face, but, with her feet planted on his powerful thighs and an arm around his shoulders, it gave her the leverage to lift herself up and start bouncing on his girthy cock, her cries of pleasure swallowed as her lover eagerly captured her lips with his own.

Parker wasn't fucking Riri, his sweet, innocent, cute Riri. No, Riri was bouncing on her lover's lap like a whore, and loving every second of it. 

And then Stacy joined in.

Despite the soul crushing scene in front of him, with Riri bouncing and moaning like a slut, her full breasts jiggling and flopping enticingly all over the place and her pussy leaking all over the couch, Alex could hardly take his eyes off Stacy’s incredible ass. The superheroine was sitting to the side of the fucking couple, nibbling idly on her lip and eyeing them with naked hunger.

‘Oh God, so good, yes, yes, yes, fuck me, fuck me Peter!’

Parker kissed his girl again, swallowing her moans and lewd commentary. Stacy just laughed, but before she finally joined them, the intimidating woman - and his jailor - turned to give him a disdainful look. It was a look that said - you gave all of this up? Are you an idiot?

As much as he hated her in that moment, he couldn’t disagree. As much as he despised the Ghost Spider, it paled in comparison to the self-loathing he was feeling stronger than ever before.

Dismissing him with a contemptuous sneer, Stacy turned back to the rutting couple and bent down to capture a nipple in between her teeth. Almost immediately, Riri’s moans and gasps grew in intensity, her bouncing more urgent.

Alex had wondered if the couple were deliberately avoiding her nethers, but Stacy quickly proved that untrue, her unused hole too tempting a target to leave unattended. Riri’s pussy had been leaking a steady stream of her excitement ever since they’d started putting the moves on her, but now with Parker bouncing her on his cock, her poor, ignored pussy was practically spitting out juices every time she crashed down on her lover’s thighs.

Gwen didn’t dive for the goods immediately though, a sultry smile on her lips as her fingers rubbed and danced over her outer, fleshy lips and, for the most part, ignored her sensitive labia.

‘Do you want me to touch your pussy?’ Gwen purred, a look on her face that told them all that she already knew the answer. ‘My man’s taking care of your slutty little ass, do you want me to take care of your poor, neglected pussy baby? Tell me…’

‘Yes!’ Riri cried without a hint of hesitation. She wasn’t kissing Parker anymore, though she still had an arm wrapped around his neck and her head pressed against his. ‘Please! I need it, touch me! Oh God!’

‘You need it?’ Gwen asked faux thoughtfully, her voice teasing. ‘I don’t know if I believe that. Need is such a strong word. No.’ A wicked grin formed on her lips when she saw Riri’s pure, raw frustration at Stacy’s continued teasing and slow rolling. ‘I do believe you want it though. You want to get fucked by both of us in front of your loser boyfriend, to show him what he’s missing, what he threw away.’

Alex felt his guts clench at the words, then Riri shoved a dagger in his heart by confirming them with almost no hesitation.

‘Yes!’ She’s screwed her eyes shut at the exclamation, biting her lip and breathing heavily as she continued fucking Parker. She was no longer bouncing, instead, she’d impaled herself completely on her lover’s cock and gyrated her hips around as if giving him the dirtiest of lap dances. It was as if she was trying to provide a more tempting, non-bouncing target so Stacy would stop teasing her and just put her fingers inside. ‘I do, please, I want it so much! Touch me!

Stacy turned to him with a wicked grin, shooting him a wink before finally slipping her fingers inside Riri’s gushing womanhood, hooking them back so she could rub against her sensitive g-spot. Riri froze, her eyes screwed shut even harder and her mouth opened in a silent scream. Almost instantly, the strength in her legs gave her and she no longer supported herself on Parker’s thighs, her entire body weight dropping in his lap. Instead of letting her flop helplessly however, her lover quickly hooked his hands under her knees and, with strength Alex didn’t even know the man possessed, he held Riri aloft against his chest, spreading her wider to give his girlfriend easier access.

Alex couldn’t believe how much it hurt to watch this, and it wasn’t just the ego-bruising sight of seeing Riri impaled on Parker’s big dick. The way she acted around the both of them, like they were the best of friends… kisses, laughter, giggling, nuzzling, secret smiles…

Alex and Riri had been together for almost a year, and they’d never shared that level of intimacy, that degree of closeness.

It was as if his boss was a complete stranger to him, despite them ostensibly being in a relationship.

‘How’s that feel?’ Gwen purred out in question. Parker’s head was still pressed against one side of Riri’s and Stacy’s on the other, her lips right next to her ear. ‘You like that?’ she whispered, then seemingly did something different, because she followed up with another question. ‘How about this? Or…’

Whatever Stacy did next, Riri liked very much, her eyes flying wide and her head lolling back so she could let out a loud, warbling cry, her hips thrashing in raw, unadulterated pleasure.

Stacy giggled and turned to her boyfriend with a wide, excited grin. ‘I think she liked that.’

‘You powers of observation are truly astounding.’

Stacy blew him a raspberry, the action so ridiculous given what they were in the middle of that it felt obscene. ‘Shut up, smart ass.’

Parker rolled his eyes, but went back to fucking his chocolate skinned lover. Holding her aloft with surprisingly powerful, muscular arms, he planted his feet on the plush rug and started thrusting up into Riri with animalistic grunts. Despite not swinging that way, Alex couldn't take his eyes off his large, bouncing balls, or the tight seal his girlfriend's sphincter had on the girthy, veiny, glistening shaft. 

He watched, transfixed, as his girlfriend was bounced up and down, her unusually loose, curly hair flying all over the place and her delicious C-cups flopping and bouncing enticingly. Stacy kept her fingers inside Riri’s gushing womanhood, an excited grin on her pretty lips and her mesmerising, crystal-blue eyes twinkling. 

If Riri’s jubilant cries - sounds, it hurt to admit, he'd never heard from her lips before - weren't enough proof of her pleasure, the way Stacy's fingers squelched every time she pistoned them in and out of her core was just further evidence of his girlfriend's unparallelled arousal. 

Apparently not content with the level of pleasure they were currently providing their nearly catatonic lover, Stacy took it one step further, bending down and kissing the inviting, precious pearl peeking out from above Riri’s lips.

Riri squealed, thrashing in Parker's grasp so hard he nearly dropped her. Instead, his arms bulged and he pressed her tighter against his broad chest, his upward thrusts increasing in intensity along with his lover's euphoric cries, the continuous meaty, clapping sounds as Parker’s thighs brutally hammered against Riri’s soft ass cheeks echoing out in the room as much as his girlfriend’s voice.

Alex, though his guts churned and roiled with feelings of inadequacy, jealousy and self-pity, couldn't remember a time he'd ever been so hard, his own modest length red and throbbing against his belly and pointing to the floor. 

He was seeing a side to his incredibly successful, powerful and beautiful girlfriend that he didn't even know existed. His mind kept conjuring images of her in the middle of a press conference, her expression stoic, her hair done up in a tight, controlled bun and her body encased in a fancy pantsuit.

Then he'd subconsciously juxtaposed that image with what he was watching now, the contrast so stark he couldn't help falling in love with her all over again. 

How could I be so stupid?!

‘I’m cumming!’ Riri cried breathlessly, her head lolled back against Parker’s shoulder and her entire body rippling with the power of his thrusts, her nethers trembling with the deviousness of Stacy’s touch. ‘Oooooh! It’s - I’m - I’m gonna! No, stop! I’m gonna -!’

‘Shhhh.’ Parker’s soothing voice could somehow be heard over the slapping of skin and Riri’s moans. ‘It’s okay, just, hnn, just let it out. Let go, it’s okay…’

Riri’s protestations calmed, but her euphoric cries did not. ‘Oh, oh, oh, mmmmmmm, so good, so goooooood, oooooooooh!’

And with that, Riri’s body went stiff before she spasmed, powerfully. Stacy didn’t stop her curled finger thrusting until, with a surprised squeal, Riri’s hips lurched, her back arching. Ripping her hand away, Stacy hurriedly strummed her lover’s clit like the strings of a guitar and a torrent of juices gushed out of her quivering, soaking pussy, so powerful that it launched all the way from their position on the couch and sprayed him all over his face and chest.

Just when he thought it was over, Riri’s body shuddering and convulsing with post-orgasmic pleasure, she squealed with surprise again and another gush of liquid squirted out from her womanhood, hitting him once more.

Parker had stopped thrusting, but he hadn’t pulled out, allowing Riri to sink all the way down on his thick member and wilt bonelessly against him. Now seated comfortably, even though impaled, Gwen stood up from her position between her legs and grinned at her exhausted lover, her dark skin covered in a sheen of sweat and glistening in the light.

Impossibly, even though she looked ready to tap out, his girlfriend’s hips started to dance in Parker’s lap, gyrating in an attempt to feel more of Parker’s girthy invader inside her.

‘How was that?’

Riri took a moment to respond, as if her mind was clouded over and hazy with pleasure. When she did, it was with a breathless, disbelieving chuckle. ‘You know damn well how that was…’

Gwen grinned wickedly, now standing, with a hand on her cocked hip. ‘I might have an idea… it never gets old seeing that, by the way.’

Riri chuckled again, mewling as Parker, apparently not happy with being ignored, started to swivel his own hips, his lips attacking the side of Riri’s neck. His girlfriend shut her eyes, not even gracing Alex with a glance, and melted into Parker’s embrace. ‘That’s the best sex I’ve ever had…’

Gwen barked out a laugh. ‘Oh honey, we’re just getting started…’

And so it proved. Before Riri even had a minute to recover her breath, Parker was already thrusting up into her, no longer holding her aloft and instead reaching around to pinch and pull at a dark nipple with one hand, while strumming her hyper-sensitive clit with the other.

It wasn’t long before Riri’s euphoric cries started up once more, somehow even louder and less inhibited than before.

Stacy didn’t join them however, she turned and regarded Alex with a cool stare. He trembled, his embarrassing terror from earlier surging up to the forefront of his mind as she strolled over and crouched down so she was eye level with him.

Gwen Stacy’s body wasn’t really his thing. She was muscular, powerful in a way most physically oriented superheroines were. While not quite at a bodybuilder’s level, she was shredded and ripped in a way he didn’t typically find appealing.

And yet as she crouched beside him, completely exposed with her own excitement having trickled down her thigh, he was struck dumb by her mere presence, by her undeniable beauty and savagery. 

Is this how those poor sailors that stumbled upon the Amazonians felt before they….were killed?

Alex sucked in a terrified breath as she leaned forward, her lips so close he could feel her warm breath on his ear.

‘You made the biggest mistake of your life when you cheated on Riri,’ she purred, but not like she had when she was chatting up Riri, this purr was more sinister, dangerous. Gripping the back of his neck, she forcefully turned his gaze back to his moaning and euphoric girlfriend, lost in the throes of passion and in the arms of another man. ‘It didn’t have to be this way, I could have been fucking you right now while Pete fucks Riri. We could have all been having fun. This could have been the greatest night of your life, I could have done things to you you couldn’t even dream of, made you cum even harder than Riri….’

As if to punctuate her point, Stacy pulled back and her tongue slithered out from between her lips. Slither was an appropriate word too, because it reminded him of a snake’s. Alex had an inkling that it was said tongue in her ass that had his girlfriend screaming like such a whore earlier.

Her tongue reached out and licked the side of his face menacingly, earning an involuntary shudder in response. A part of his mind was screaming that what she’d done was creepy and disgusting, but his traitorous cock throbbed with need, her sinful words, letting him know that he could have been an active participant in this orgy, still ringing in his tortured mind.

After giving him a taste, Stacy retracted her tongue and closed her mouth, her lips pressed in a cold, nonchalant look. Despite Riri and Parker still moaning and groaning in the background, their passions eagerly shared with the room, he only had eyes for the beautiful, powerful woman’s stony features.

‘Now, you get nothing. I saw the look of hurt in Riri’s eyes when she told me what you did. She really cared for you, you piece of shit.’ He tried to flinch away when she drew close once more, but he couldn’t, the webs holding him hostage. ‘Now you get to watch as Pete fucks your girl so well, she won’t even remember your name by the time he’s done.’

Unable to help himself, Alex’s eyes flit back to his girlfriend, her back still pressed against Parker’s front and her tight ass impaled on his cock. Her body undulated against his in an erotic dance, and they’d positioned themselves in such a way that they could stare into each other’s eyes in between bouts of sweet kisses.

He didn’t know why, but nothing hit him as hard as when Riri cupped the side of Parker’s face tenderly, her body rocking with his thrusts, and pulled him in for a sweet kiss.

Suddenly, Alex felt himself welling up, his eyes stinging and his vision blurring despite his best efforts. He genuinely loved Riri, despite how much his thoughtless mistake had hurt her, but now he was forced to watch as another man stole her from him, a man, if he was being honest, he didn’t have a snowball’s chance in hell competing with.

Even if he was already spoken for…

He was snapped back to reality when Riri’s erotic cries heralded another toe-curling orgasm for his girlfriend. Rather than laying back and allowing her to bask in the warm afterglows of her euphoria, Parker stood, his cock finally slipping out of her now gaping and abused asshole, and picked her up in a princess carry. She curled up in his embrace, staring up at her lover adoringly as he carried her over to the coffee table.

Right by his webbed up form and a viciously grinning Gwen Stacy.

Parker gently lay Riri down on the table and positioned her so she was on her hands and knees. Even with her face barely a foot from his, his girlfriend still didn’t acknowledge him, instead turning and gazing back at her lover with an adorable pout.

Parker chuckled deeply, running his hand along the curve of her spine while lining himself up with the other. Alex knew the exact moment when his girlfriend was penetrated once more, as her eyes fluttered and she let out a silent moan before bowing her head, her long, curly hair cascading down like a waterfall.

Though Riri’s moans of approval were a sickening constant at this point, this time, when Parker sank all the way inside, he let out his own deep, guttural groan. Unwilling to let the discrepancy go unexplained, Gwen leaned down to him as if they were buddies watching a game of footy.

‘You see, I love anal, and Pete gives it to me whenever I want because I love it, but he’s always preferred pussy.’ Her conversational tone belied the sordid nature of the unbelievable situation he was forced into, but Alex couldn’t help but stare at the scene before him in fascination. 

Parker was noticeably more enthused, his hips crashing against Riri’s meaty ass and groaning deep each time he bottomed out. Judging by the length he’d seen when he slipped out of his girlfriend, Alex also supposed he was hitting her cervix in a way he’d never been able to. Each of Riri’s adorable squeaks and moans every time he bottomed out let him know she rather enjoyed the deep, penetrative sensation.

‘Where do you want me to cum?’ Parker growled out, his hands gripping her hips and his muscular body dripping with sweat.

Lifting her head back up and flicking her long hair over her shoulder, Riri gazed adoringly back at her lover and answered truthfully.

‘In me,’ she whined, her body rocking with each of Parker’s powerful, eager thrusts. ‘Cum in me, Peter…’

Alex didn’t even register Stacy’s groan of desire at the sexy proclamation, rather, his heart clenched painfully. Not only had that privilege never been offered to him, he hadn’t even fucked his girlfriend without a condom yet.

Parker didn’t drag it out and, with his entire body tensing with effort, he sank all the way inside Alex’s girlfriend and let out a deep, soulful groan. The explosion of warm seed inside her triggered another orgasm in Riri, who shook and gasped, her body trembling as she struggled to hold herself up on her hands and knees.

After Parker stopped shaking, his thrusts finally subsiding, Stacy launched to her feet and shoved her boyfriend back until he fell onto the couch. Alex was surprised to see that, though his cock wasn’t as hard as it had been when he last saw it, it hadn’t shrivelled up after his orgasm either. Even if he might have deflated with time, his girlfriend didn’t seem eager to let it happen, taking his shaft that glistened with a frothy mixture of his own and Riri’s juices in hand.

He’s not only got length and girth on me, but stamina too…?

Stacy sucked his glistening cock into her mouth, eagerly and greedily slurping up both his and Riri’s combined juices. Parker sighed, threading his hands through his girl’s asymmetric hairstyle as she had her fun.

She didn’t stay long however, but when she pulled off, Parker’s member was pristine once more and ready for more.

Stacy turned to the quickly recovering Riri, an impish smile on her lips. Sitting on the table beside her, she spun her friend around so they were both facing Alex, and spread her legs so that her soiled pussy was directly in his face.

Then, for the first time since this nightmare had begun, Riri finally acknowledged him, staring into his eyes with a neutral expression, her breaths still coming in ragged pants. Stacy, who’d been massaging Riri’s lips as they held their stare-off, suddenly cooed.

Alex did not need to wait long for the reason why.

With a sigh, thick globules of cum started to dribble then ooze out of Riri’s pussy, spilling out onto the table in a thick, viscous puddle. Alex’s guts churned with both disgust and arousal at the sight, unable to tear his gaze away from the horrific sight.

He was so distracted, he didn’t notice Gwen standing and putting her hand on his web prison. With a startled yelp, he fell to the ground in an undignified heap, all the air rushing out of his lungs in a single whoosh.

Before he could stumble to his feet and recover, Stacy gripped his blazer at the back of his neck and lifted him back to his feet like he weighed nothing.

‘You have two options here…whatever your name is.’ She began, her powerful arms wrapped around his body and holding him in place more effectively than even her steel-cable like webs ever could. ‘You can either eat all of my man’s cum out of Riri’s pussy - everything will be forgiven, and the rest of the evening will be a lot more fun for you, or…’

She finally let go of him and strolled back to Riri, standing behind both her and the coffee table, her powerful hands massaging her shoulders.

‘Or,’ she continued, ‘you can fuck off, and your relationship is over…’

Alex suspected his girlfriend to intercede, to tell the nosy, terrifying superheroine that this was none of her business. Instead, she didn’t even blink at the ultimatum, returning his gaze coolly as he felt the strength in his legs return and he tucked himself back in his pants.

Despite how much the sight of Parker’s viscous cum oozing out of Riri’s pussy sickened him, a part of Alex was sorely tempted to drop to his knees and do as the psychotic bitch demanded - not because of the orgy she’d teased, but to get back into his girlfriend’s good graces.

One look into her dark, cold eyes however told him it was a fool’s errand, Stacy’s offer completely meaningless.

Even if he did as Gwen asked, Riri no longer looked at him like she used to, the fondness, the warmth, the…love was gone.

They were over.

His eyes stinging once more and his vision going blurry, he angrily wiped at his eyes and straightened his back. Clearing his throat, he spoke, hating how pathetic his voice sounded. ‘What should I tell the very important people that are calling for you… ma’am?’

Though Alex already felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest and stamped on, what hurt even more was that Riri didn’t even blink at the unceremonious end to their relationship.

In fact, she looked annoyed that he was even still there.

‘Tell them I’ll speak with them tomorrow morning -’

‘Evening,’ Stacy butted in, correcting her with an impish grin and squeeze of her shoulders. Were her skin paler, Alex was sure he would have seen his powerful ex-girlfriend blushing in embarrassment.

Clearing her throat, yet looking undeniably pleased, Riri returned to Gwen her impish grin and nodded in conformation.

Without another word, Alex turned on his heel and left, cursing his moment of weakness that had essentially ruined his life… but cursing the two monsters he left in the room behind him even more.

-

‘Should have just fired him.’

Gwen’s words hung in the air in the silence that had descended on Riri’s office once her ex-boyfriend had made himself scarce.

As much as Pete had very much enjoyed the kinky events of the past hour, he felt he needed to be the voice of reason. Still stroking himself as he watched Gwen console her friend on the coffee table, an arm around her shoulder, he let his opinion be known.

‘That’s not a good idea.’

Both women turned to Pete at the sound of his voice, surprised. He’d been a mostly silent observer for most of this charade, willing and incredibly eager to do his part, but knowing he was mostly being used to punish Riri’s ex.

Never thought I’d enjoy being so blatantly used...

His eyes raked over the two naked women staring at him, finally lingering on Riri. She… really was very beautiful.

He tried not to think of this tryst as him taking out his yearning for both Gloria and Ororo - both of whom he hadn’t touched in a long while - but it was hard. All three were incredibly beautiful in their own way, and he very much enjoyed their company…

Now, if only Gloria got over the whole non-bi thing, that could be an incredibly fun evening…

Realising both Gwen and Riri were looking at him, waiting for an answer, Pete sighed. ‘He made a stupid mistake and, yes, he hurt you, but he’s already paid for it by losing you Riri - there’s no need to ruin his life. Don’t make it personal.’ He paused, his face scrunched up in a troubled frown. ‘We’re already skating on thin ice as it is, morally. I’d have said we already went too far if I didn’t see how hurt Riri was by what he did.’

Gwen rolled her eyes in annoyance, though knew he was right. Riri just smiled bashfully at him. Standing and letting out an almighty groan as he stretched his arms out, his back popping and cracking delightfully, Pete turned to the two women with a charming smile.

‘I remember you said something about a bedroom, Riri?’

Gwen let out a deep, throaty chuckle and Riri smiled bashfully, biting at her luscious bottom lip enticingly, her eyes heavily lidded and smouldering with renewed desire.

-

The next morning, in an effort to take some heat off Riri’s inexplicable absence and run some interference, Pete left their friend in his devious fiancée’s insidiously capable and wicked hands and actually answered one of the countless requests for an interview that Felicia had filtered and sent through to him.

Pete was once more struck dumb by how useful and talented his personal assistant was, a fact that still shocked him given what she - likely still, despite earning a ridiculous wage - moonlighted as in the evenings. The outlet she’d selected wasn’t massive, though they had a large and dedicated online following, and their beliefs were generally considered heterodox.

That was to say, Pete expected a much more interesting and fairer interview than the last time he’d accepted to do one of these. Pepper was, of course, fretting all the way back in Manhattan, but he assured her it’d be fine.

They’d set up in a conference room in a part of the Well that was generally accessible to the public, after Pete had taken them on a tour of the more restricted areas and shown them the view from up high - ironically, much of which he was seeing for the first time himself. The journalist was another woman, but one he instantly found more personable and, frankly, intelligent, her retinue consisting of only a single cameraman - who handled both the audio and video side of things both - and herself.

Their interview so far had felt more like an informal chat with someone who had followed his career closely. She hadn’t strayed into his personal life either aside from congratulating him on his engagement - not that he’d restricted her from doing so, but it wasn’t as if their lives were private, and the journalist, Claire, seemed much more interested in his professional life and focused her limited time on that.

The interview played out as if she were writing his biography, with the journalist going through his life while asking him clarifying questions that weren’t easy to get answers to from the public record - things like how long had he been working closely with Tony directly, what kind of budget did he have access to, which of his projects had met with failure, and so on.

However, it became increasingly clear that Claire was far more interested in his nanites specifically, and the effect both them, and SI’s godlike AIs would have on shaping the future of humanity as a whole.

He didn’t cave or hide from the difficult questions. As far as he was concerned, they were the right ones to ask and showed that the woman had a good head on her shoulders.

After a pregnant pause where Claire seemed to collect her thoughts, she leaned back in her chair and let out a weary sigh. The woman wasn’t classically beautiful like the last one who’d interviewed him, but she was still pretty enough - thin, while wearing minimal makeup,  strawberry blonde hair and dressed in a far less form-fitting pantsuit than Riri had been wearing before Gwen had melted it off her impeccable body.

‘I guess my biggest concern is that the nanites are too good at their jobs,’ she admitted, her brows knit in worry and a thoughtful frown on her face. ‘I’m worried technology is advancing far too rapidly for humanity to safely adapt. It’s one thing if low-skill labour jobs disappear, I think the economy can probably wear it, but when entire sectors like the medical and tech fields almost completely vanish? These are some of humanity’s best and brightest we’re talking about here.’

A little elitist, but she’s not wrong.

Pete inhaled deeply and thought about his words before he spoke, wondering how much he should reveal in his answer. He appreciated that Claire was comfortable with the silences, conferring with her own notes and her cameraman each time she asked him a question he didn’t immediately respond to.

Before he could speak though, the journalist spoke up once more. ‘I’ve heard terms like UBI and other similar welfare schemes brought up to help confront this issue, but honestly? It doesn’t sound like a long-term solution, not at the scale we’re talking about. It feels like we’re speeding headlong into an economic catastrophe.’

Locking his brown eyes with her hazel, he exhaled and nodded slowly before reaching into his chest pocket and pulling out a small vial halfway filled with his nanites.

He didn’t actually just walk around with pockets full of nanites, of course, he’d discreetly reached through one of his many concurrent portals and into one of his pocket dimensions to retrieve the vial. Both Claire’s eyes and the camera’s lens focused in on the black mass as Pete shook it for their benefit, the microscopic robots clinking against the glass.

‘You’re, of course, completely correct. Inflation will be a massive issue if the economy continues to run on FIAT or crypto currencies.’

Claire tilted her head in confusion and eyed the vial of nanites dubiously, her brow pinched as her mind worked. ‘You suggest the nanites will replace all currency? How are we not just swapping one form of inflation with another? Surely the value of nanites will decrease as we harvest more and more to keep up with demand.’

‘You’re right,’ Pete allowed. ‘While the demand for nanites will only increase over time, even as we try to keep up with demand, their value will never be devalued.’

As she tried to parse his nonsensical statement, Pete uncorked the vial and commanded the nanites to transform.

Both Claire and her cameraman gaped in shock as the cloud of nanites swirled on the table and solidified into a thick, juicy, perfectly cooked tomahawk steak along with a side of perfectly seasoned salad, cutlery and the plate it sat on. Its mouth-watering scent instantly filled the room and Pete chuckled when not only his own, but both Claire’s and the cameraman’s tummies grumbled.

One could say I’ve built up quite the appetite after last night’s activities…

Pete didn’t hesitate to cut into the steak, showing them both how perfectly it had been cooked with an impish grin, and stuffing the morsel into his mouth with a satisfied groan before passing the plate over to Claire.

‘Please,’ he said in offering, motioning to the food with a giddy smile. ‘Just make sure you leave some for me, I’m super hungry...’

Claire gaped at the steak in awe before she cautiously sliced off a morsel for herself, groaning as the fatty meat hit her tongue and almost melted in her mouth. She hurriedly offered a piece to her cameraman with similar results. She eyed him, her hazel eyes wide.

‘This is the best steak I’ve ever had.’

Pete laughed, his smile wide. ‘That means a lot coming from an Aussie.’ As they continued to eat, Pete picked at his teeth before picking up where he left off.

‘Unlike other forms of currency, or even gold, nanites aren’t useless on their own. Yes, their monetary value may change over time - whatever that even means going forward - but at the end of the day, the cost in nanites for, say, a big, juicy steak,’ he said, waving his hand at the already half finished meal, ‘will always stay the same. It will always take a set amount to produce lumber, concrete, bricks, clothes. My hospitals and the IRI are just the first phase. Soon, I envision everyone on the planet having their own nanite recyclers, and matching fabricators to use them.’

As they both gaped at him in shock, he shot them a cheeky wink and snatched the plate back.

He really was rather hungry.

It took Claire a few minutes to regain her thoughts, time in which Pete used to polish off the rest of the plate. When she did next speak, her voice was filled with awe and amazement.

‘So…everyone will be able to create their own nanites and use them to create…whatever they want? Food, shelter, clothing?’

The cheeky smile slipped from Pete’s lips as the enormity of what he was suggesting sank in. ‘It will be a massive, fundamental change in the way the world works. The constant chase for profits will likely be replaced with a need and yearning for purpose. I’m not naive. It’ll be… tough, and I assume there’ll be a lot of pushback,’ his grin returned, but this time it was weary, and he let out a sigh, ‘so don’t be surprised if you suddenly start learning a lot more about my sex life.’ Claire’s pale cheeks pinked and the cameraman coughed to clear his throat and mask a chuckle, but Pete only smiled indulgently and continued. ‘But I truly believe humanity will pull through, and we’ll be much better on the other side of this shift.’

The silence felt much more stifling and profound following his words. Both Claire and her cameraman gaped at him in shock before the journalist started scribbling frantically at her notes.

He honestly found it kinda cute that she still bothered with pen and paper. It was quaint, but somehow charming.

Looking at her watch and wincing when she realised they’d run over the allotted time they’d been afforded, she nevertheless pushed on. ‘One final question, Doctor Parker, if you don’t mind.’

Pete waved away her concern and nodded genially before Claire consulted her notes. Clearing her throat, she asked the one question he’d been waiting for most, and he smiled wide.

‘In this world you envision, where your needs should theoretically all be catered for and we want for nothing, I don’t see how we solve the issue of space. If everyone can use their nanites to build their own dream homes…where do we put them all?’

Finally, Pete stood and spread his arms wide, motioning not just to the conference room around them, the large windows offering them a gorgeous view of the beautiful, Australian outback, but to the Gravity Well as a whole.

Then, he pointed directly up.

‘We at SI are working very hard to solve that issue too…’

Later, after having left a pleasantly dumbstruck journalistic crew in the conference room behind him, Pete made his way back up to Riri’s office.

Though the Well was vast, the majority of its internal space was open to allow for gravity-based experiments, mining and easy liftoff into outer space for humanity’s new fleet of starships - that still left a lot of living or working space, however, especially over its one hundred mile height.

A city was being built up around the gigastructure at that very moment, but one had already been established within. Though it felt more like a space station than what he’d imagined when seeing it on TV, it was still pretty cool, and he busied himself, acting like a tourist as he geeked out over everything he saw.

Less Space Station and more Colony Chip, I think…

He’d sent over a copy of the interview’s recording to Pepper and, after rapidly ingesting it, she was incredibly pleased with his performance.

Pepper: Colour me impressed, you managed to not incite another international incident.

Pepper: They grow up so fast…

Though Pepper didn’t spam him animations to convey her emotions like his fiancée did, he could feel her sarcasm dripping off her every word.

Peter: You’re hilarious. For that, Gwen and I are gonna keep Riri locked in her bedroom for an extra day. Maybe another sex tape is on the cards…?

Pete ignored the weirded out stares he earned as a maniacal grin split his face.

Pepper: That’s not funny.

Pepper: Peter, I said that’s not funny. Why didn’t you respond?

Pepper: I swear to God you better be fucking with me.

Pepper: PETER!

The weirded out stares became downright bemused when he randomly burst out laughing like an evil supervillain, his voice unfortunately absorbed by the vibranium walls instead of echoing dramatically like he’d imagined.

After finally making it back to Riri’s office, the doors opening automatically at his approach, he made a beeline straight for the bedroom, his eyes subconsciously drawn to the jaw-dropping view of the planet once again as he did so. Almost wrenching himself away from the sight, he stopped in the entryway to Riri’s bedroom, his eyes narrowing when he saw the state the beautiful, ebony beauty was in.

Predictably, she looked a mess. Gwen and Pete had been edging their friend all night, refusing to let her cum with promises that it would all be worth it when she did. When he’d left the two women, Riri had been an almost sobbing, sweating, dishevelled wreck.

Now, she looked like a sobbing, sweaty, dishevelled, sexually satiated wreck, one arm draped lazily over her face as her chest rose and fell to the beat of her rapid breathing, the sheets stained with her, no-doubt, voluminous and ecstatic release.

Pete robotically turned to his smugly grinning girlfriend, just as sweaty and dishevelled looking as Riri, though with her lower face completely drenched in what he could only assume to be their friend’s juices, her eyes sparkling mischievously.

His eyes narrowed.

‘You let her cum?’

Gwen had the good graces to look ashamed, apologetic even. ‘Only a little,’ she confirmed, holding her index finger and thumb a sliver apart. ‘She was begging for it! It was so adorable, I couldn’t say no!’

Faster than Gwen could react, even with her spidey senses, his fiancée was swarmed by a surprise cloud of his nanites from a fist-sized portal that opened up right above her shoulder.

Thankfully, Riri still had her eyes shielded with her forearm and missed his ridiculously reckless use of his phenomenal cosmic powers.

Gwen yelped then squealed as the nanites rapidly solidified into vibranium cuffs and chains, binding her wrists and ankles to the four corner posts of Riri’s large, luxurious, utterly soiled bed. Though he didn’t think he needed to, he bound his beautiful, still-recovering friend in the same way, earning himself another squeal - though her response was far more delayed, clearly still out of it after what had to be an epic climax and mind-numbing pleasure.

Both women were spread out before him, naked and at his mercy. Riri stared at him with wide eyes, her heart almost audibly beating out of her chest as her arousal once more spiked. Gwen played her part well, hamming up her fear, but Pete didn’t buy it for a second.

His fiancée liked to bitch and moan about it when he edged her, but if she truly wanted out, no mere manacle could chain her.

Especially with the extreme body modifications she was now capable of.

‘What’re you gonna do to us?’ Gwen asked in a quavering voice, with all the talent of a Z-list actress.

Only just managing to resist the temptation to roll his eyes, Pete grinned savagely, showing plenty of teeth. ‘I just bought us at least another day of playtime… I think you both need to be punished.’

‘B-both?’ Riri whined, biting her lip and mewling, her thighs rubbing against one another as Pete started to slowly undress before them. ‘W-what did I do?’

‘Did I give you permission to cum?’ Pete asked, his tone hard and cold. Riri shivered, her dark nipples pebbling delightfully. He joined them on the bed, one hand going to each of their wet and eager womanhoods and slowly starting to rub.

‘I’m going to take my time,’ he promised, his voice filled with seductive menace as his eyes greedily drank in their beautiful, naked bodies. ‘Try not to pass out, yeah?’