"Get the name," Ethan told Natasha. He pulled his hand out from under the frills of her skirt, casually wiping a faint trace of her slick moisture off his thumb against his jeans. "Find out who bought the Vulture core."
Natasha let out a slow, steadying breath, smoothing her skirt. "I'll make the call. I'll let you know the second I have a location."
She turned on her heel and headed up the grand staircase.
Ethan watched her go, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. He rolled his shoulders, gave her a minute's head start, and headed up the stairs toward the master bedroom.
He pushed his heavy oak door open and stepped inside.
SLAM.
Ethan was violently shoved backward. His shoulders hit the solid wood as the door was kicked shut with bone-rattling force.
Gwen stood right in front of him.
She was wearing nothing but his oversized charcoal t-shirt. Her blonde hair was still dripping wet from the shower, droplets of water running down her neck and soaking into the cotton. Her blue eyes were bloodshot, burning with a dark, territorial fury.
"Checking the maid's dusting skills, Ethan?" Gwen snarled. Her voice was a low, venomous rasp that vibrated against his chest.
She didn't wait for him to answer. Her hands grabbed the collar of his shirt. Her enhanced muscles coiled, and she ripped the fabric clean down the middle.
Riiip.
Buttons popped off, clattering loudly against the hardwood floor.
"Jealous, Spider?" Ethan chuckled. His large hands instinctively settled on the flare of her bare hips.
"Shut up," Gwen breathed.
She crashed her mouth against his. It wasn't a kiss; it was an ambush. Bruising, feral, and aggressive. Her teeth scraped his lower lip. Her tongue plunged into his mouth, tasting him, demanding absolute attention.
Ethan groaned. His hands slid under the oversized hem of the t-shirt to grip her bare ass. She was completely naked underneath.
Gwen shoved him backward toward the center of the room. She pushed his chest hard, forcing him to sit heavily on the edge of the dark silk mattress.
She didn't waste a single second.
She dropped to her knees right between his thighs. Her hands flew to his waistband with a frantic, jerky urgency. She popped the metal button.
Ziiiip.
She grabbed the denim and yanked it down past his thighs, dragging his boxers with it.
He sprang free into the cool air of the bedroom. Thick, heavy, and completely rigid. The blunt, purplish head was already glistening with a thick bead of pre-come.
Gwen stared at it. Her chest heaved beneath the loose cotton shirt. Her nipples pushed hard against the fabric as her breath hitched.
She reached out. Her soft, damp fingers wrapped around the thick base of his shaft. Her skin was burning hot. Her grip was firm and unyielding as she stroked upward once, her palm dragging heavily over the ultra-sensitive ridge of his crown.
"That bitch wants to seduce my man, huh?" Gwen whispered, her voice laced with a dark, mocking arrogance.
She leaned forward. Her face was mere inches from his groin. Her blue eyes tilted upward, locking dead onto his golden ones.
"She wants hands-on instruction?" Gwen purred, her grip tightening on his base. "But this belongs to me."
She parted her lips. Her tongue flicked out, giving the sensitive, leaking tip a slow, deliberate lick.
Ethan’s stomach muscles violently contracted. His jaw locked. A low groan tore from his throat.
She opened her mouth wide. She slid her lips over the blunt crown.
Suck. Squelch.
The heat inside her mouth was suffocating. A tight, wet vacuum instantly enveloped his flesh. Gwen didn't go slow. She gripped his thighs with her fingernails, digging into his muscles for leverage. She bobbed her head downward, taking the thick shaft as deep into her throat as she possibly could.
Glock. Glock. Glock.
The wet, visceral sound of her gagging echoed loudly in the quiet bedroom.
The thickness of his girth stretched her lips to the limit. Her throat clenched tightly around his sensitive shaft. Her tongue swirled continuously around his frenulum, attacking the nerve endings with a relentless, rhythmic suction.
Ethan threw his head back against the heavy wooden headboard. His hands tangled fiercely into her damp blonde hair. He didn't pull her off. He gripped the strands at the nape of her neck, his knuckles turning white as he guided her rhythm. He pushed his hips up off the silk mattress to meet her mouth with every downward bob.
Slurp. Schlock.
The obscene, frantic noises of her mouth devouring him filled the room. Gwen was relentless. She was driven entirely by the image of Natasha leaning against him in the library. Every time her lips popped off his shaft to drag in air, she immediately dived back down.
She pulled back with a loud, wet pop. A long string of saliva stretched from her lower lip to his glistening crown.
She was panting. Her face was entirely flushed. Her blue eyes were dark and feral.
"She's just a maid, Ethan," Gwen gasped, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. "She should know her place."
Gwen stood up. She grabbed the hem of the oversized t-shirt, pulled it over her head, and tossed it onto the floorboards.
She was completely naked. Her toned, chiseled body practically glowed in the moonlight.
She climbed onto the bed, straddling his lap. Her wet, sticky fingers reached down between them. She grabbed his throbbing tip and guided it directly to her slick, waiting entrance.
She rubbed him against her swollen, outer folds. The friction of his blunt head against her wet heat sent a violent jolt straight down his spine.
Ethan grabbed her hips. His thumbs dug firmly into the soft flesh of her waist, anchoring her.
"I'm going in, Gwen," Ethan whispered.
Gwen nodded frantically. Her teeth bit into her lower lip to stifle a whine. "Yes. Deep."
He thrust his hips upward.
The entry was brutal. Her internal walls were impossibly tight. The thick, heavy girth of his shaft stretched her entrance to the absolute limit.
PLAP.
The sound of their pelvises colliding echoed like a gunshot.
Gwen’s eyes rolled back into her head. A long, high-pitched moan tore from her lips. Her back arched violently off his lap. Her internal muscles clamped down on his thick shaft in rhythmic spasms, milking his length with a suffocating warmth.
Gwen’s long legs lifted, wrapping tightly around his waist. Her heels dug into his lower back to lock him securely inside her.
"Ah... god, Ethan," Gwen sobbed. Her forehead fell forward to rest against his shoulder. "Fill me up."
Ethan slowly pulled back. He drew almost entirely out of her tight channel.
Schlock.
Then, he drove his hips forward again.
Slap.
He established a slow, agonizingly deep rhythm. He bottomed out against her cervix with every downward strike.
Gwen took every inch. Her hands moved to his shoulders. Her fingernails drew long, red tracks down his back as she matched his pace. Her hips rose off his lap to meet his every thrust.
She snapped her hips down harder.
Ethan let her work off the jealousy for a few minutes. Her wet, tight heat was intoxicating. Her possessive attitude sent sparks straight to his brain.
But he was done being a passenger.
"You've made your point, Spider," Ethan growled. His golden eyes flared in the dark. "My room. My rules."
His large hands gripped her waist with unyielding force. With a sudden, effortless heave of his enhanced strength, he flipped her backward. He pinned her flat against the dark silk sheets.
Gwen gasped. Her enhanced muscles immediately coiled to push back and reclaim the top position.
Ethan didn't let her. He flexed his fingers against the mattress.
Two glowing, translucent orange-red Eldritch hands materialized instantly out of thin air. They clamped tight around Gwen’s wrists, ripping her arms upward and pinning them flat against the heavy oak headboard. A thick, glowing Eldritch band snapped around her waist, cementing her hips flush to the bed.
Gwen pulled against the magical bindings. She gritted her teeth. Her superhuman strength flared.
The bands didn't give a single millimeter.
"Ethan—" she breathed. Her blue eyes widened. Her physical power meant absolutely nothing against pure dimensional energy.
"You want to mark your territory?" Ethan whispered, looming over her. "Then take what I give you."
He thrust forward. He buried his hot, rigid length deep inside her wet heat.
Slap. Squelch.
The brutal, wet friction of his cock sliding into her sent a shockwave of pure electricity through her highly-tuned nervous system.
Gwen sobbed his name. Her hips desperately tried to chase his movements, but the glowing Eldritch band held her perfectly still. She was entirely at his mercy, forced to take his relentless, bruising pace.
"Oh god!" Gwen screamed. Her eyes rolled back. The overwhelming stimulation pushed her right to the absolute edge of her sanity.
Out in the dark corridor, soft, silent footsteps paused.
Natasha was walking down the hallway. As she passed the master bedroom, she stopped. The heavy oak door wasn't completely latched. The sheer force of Gwen shoving Ethan into it earlier had left it cracked open about an inch.
The sounds bleeding out into the hallway were unmistakable.
The heavy, rhythmic thuds of the bedframe against the wall. The wet, slapping friction of skin on skin. Gwen’s sharp, broken screams of absolute pleasure.
Natasha stepped silently to the edge of the wood. She looked through the crack.
The sight hit her instantly.
She saw Gwen pinned to the bed. Her athletic body was completely immobilized by humming orange-red bands of light. Ethan was looming over her, driving his thick, rigid length into the blonde girl with brutal, relentless force.
A heavy pool of heat gathered instantly in Natasha's groin.
She pressed her legs together, her thighs rubbing subconsciously against each other in the shadows of the hallway. Ethan’s constant, arrogant teasing over the last few days had already been pushing her to the edge, but actually seeing him—the sheer, bruising girth of him sliding in and out of Gwen—made her mouth water. She couldn't look away. Her breathing hitched, her hand sliding down her stomach and dipping straight to her soaking crotch.
Inside the room, a sudden, sharp vibration spiked at the base of Gwen's skull.
Buzz.
It wasn't a threat. Her spider-sense wasn't warning her of danger. It was a proximity alert.
Someone was standing right outside the door.
Gwen forced her heavy, glazed eyes open. She looked past Ethan's broad, sweat-slicked shoulder.
Through the crack in the door, she saw Natasha standing in the dark corridor.
A dark, arrogant smirk spread across Gwen's flushed face.
She didn't shy away. She didn't ask Ethan to stop. She leaned entirely into it.
Gwen deliberately arched her back against the mattress. She pushed her breasts out proudly as Ethan hammered into her. She locked her eyes dead onto the crack in the door, staring straight into the shadows where Natasha stood.
This is the difference, bitch, Gwen communicated silently, her blue eyes blazing with absolute, unapologetic dominance. I can have him whenever I want. He is my man.
Gwen wrapped her long, toned legs tighter around Ethan’s waist. She dug her heels into his back to pull him even deeper. She threw her head back and let out a loud, echoing, unrestrained moan of pure ecstasy. She made sure every single slapping sound and wet squelch carried through the cracked door.
Out in the hallway, the blatant eye contact pushed Natasha over the precipice.
Natasha bit down hard on her lower lip to stifle a gasp. Her fingers worked her slick, swollen clitoris frantically in the shadows. Her strokes perfectly matched the heavy, wet, rhythmic thuds echoing from inside the bedroom.
Inside, Gwen’s internal walls clamped down on Ethan with crushing, superhuman force. She shattered. Her body went completely rigid against the magical binds as a massive climax ripped through her.
Ethan let out a guttural roar. He drove his hips forward one final time. He buried himself to the hilt and emptied his hot, thick seed deep inside her.
Out in the hallway, Natasha arched her back. Her fingers worked her clit as a silent, shuddering orgasm wrecked her body. Her knees buckled slightly. Her thighs trembled as the wave of intense pleasure subsided.
She stood in the dark for a long moment. She pulled her hand free, her heart hammering against her ribs. She had completely lost control.
Natasha turned and melted silently back down the stairs, leaving the two of them alone in the bedroom.
Ethan rested his forehead against Gwen's sweaty shoulder. Their heavy, synchronized breathing gradually filled the dark room as the magical bindings dissolved into light. He pulled her close against his chest, pulling the heavy dark silk sheets over both of them as they finally let the exhaustion of the night drag them under.