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~ Gwen ~
Gwen always sleeps like the dead at Miguel's place.
Something about his presence just shuts her brilliant mind down for a few hours to finally sleep.
Maybe it's how he doesn't ask her to make decisions after a long day of “hero-ing,” as one Peter called it today. The executive decision-making exhaustion of a teenage superhero? Very real
Miguel didn't ask her what was for dinner, he told her. He didn't nag at her about the sugar levels in her Dr Pepper, he just made it disappear every time she left some in his fridge for the next fuck.
He didn't ask. He just did things.
Competence kink, Gwen supposed .
But he also didn't ask for things that she thought…maybe, she should want him to ask? But Miguel doesn't.
He just joins her in the shower. He just fists her hair and doesn't ask if it's too tight.
Just a few days ago Miguel didn’t ask when he found her sprawled across his (ridiculously) massive bed, tipped her chin back till her head started hanging over the edge, and fucked her throat raw.
“So good, bebita,” Miguel sighed, head tilting back, hand reaching down to hold her swelling neck and feel his own cock thrusting into her throat.
“Three more inches down this time,” his smirk was a mixture of lust, pride, and greed, “Only another three more to go.”
He was relentless. Milking his cock with her throat before pulling back to just the head was left in the suction of her drooling mouth. Making sure she could taste his cum first, and it didn’t go straight into her tummy.
“Hold my load in your mouth while I eat your cunt, sweetheart,” he said, not pulling his cock out of her mouth, just bending over to tongue her barely fuzzy cunt, “Just like I taught you, good girl.”
He didn't ask, and she didn't have to decide anything except to show up.
And keep showing up.
He didn't invite her over after the first night. He told her where he would see her.
“I'll see you at home, Gwen,” Miguel told her over his old-man glasses as she turned to leave her mission debrief, before looking back down at the screen in his hand.
“Finish your homework fast. I want to teach you something.”
“Okay,” Gwen replied hesitantly, trying not to appear over-excited when her thighs clenched in heated anticipation for his lesson.
So, one morning, when she woke up in his messed up sheets, Miguel moaning the last of his orgasm into her back-
Fuck~ she always feels hollowed out when he pulls out.
-and felt something different, thick and wet, slip from her still clenching pussy after he pulled out…she wondered if he should have asked.
~ Miguel ~
Gwen has a far-away look in her eyes again. Miguel noticed it as he dropped his arms after a post-orgasm stretch, flexing out the last tension from his morning wood.
He frowned when she didn't give him her normal lazy-grateful smile after cuming on his cock. He loved that empty-headed smile on her face. It just looked stupid on anyone else.
His eyes dragged down to her wet little snatch where he left his load, thinking the morning over.
It'd been over half a year since they started this little arrangement. The rules were simple, if unwritten. Gwen showed up, he made the decisions. She got her cunny beaten into the shape of his dick, he got the tiniest cunt he’d ever fucked to milk his shaft to infinity and fucking-beyond.
Es simple y fácil, como ella , he thought.
( It’s simple and easy, like her. )
However, that stressed little cry she gave into the cushions while he took her over the back of the couch last night did remind him it wasn’t too easy for her, at least.
But he loved to see her take on a challenge. In a Spider fight, on his cock. He wasn’t too picky, that strained voice fighting to find room in that fragile ribcage always got him hard.
Miguel wasn't stupid. He waited. Tested her. Looked for where her line in the sand was before risking taking it too far and accidentally cockblocking himself in the process.
He hadn't found that line yet, but he had found that little pink pill case in her backpack last month. That broke the rules. He made the decisions.
What was she thinking? Making decisions like that?
So for a couple of weeks, he'd been slowly weaning her off the condoms.
Not going to the store to get more.
“Don't worry sweetheart, I'll pull out.”
Claiming the store didn't have his size . Which had actually happened a couple of times.
“I’ll finish on your little tits and give you a massage after, bebita.”
Eventually, yanking them off mid-mount. Snarling some bullshit excuse that he made sure she’d be too cum-drunk to call him on.
“I can't keep using this shit now that I know what your raw cunt feels like! I can't fucking cum with it on!”
Gwen hadn't even responded to any of it, really.
Just kept tilting her hips up, begging with her body for what he knew she was made for.
After testing as many boundaries as he could before cuming where he wanted to, Miguel decided this morning was the perfect time. His morning wood, her pussy still wet from last night’s last round, passed out while he thrust away, aiming for her deepest barrier.
He could say he was half asleep if she complained. She'd eventually learn to stop wasting her breath when he kept “forgetting.” Or when she was “too tight to pull out” and he was “stuck.”
But he still didn't see his favorite dumb smile on her face.
As his mind spun with possible missed warning signs, or how best to affirm his innocence he noticed Gwen's hips shift.
Still belly down, thighs still stuck together from where his knees had bracketed them, he noticed that small shift of hers. Her ass rocked cautiously as if she was testing the feeling of his cum in her cunt.
But then her curious shifting wasted all of his goddamn work.
Beneath her tight ass, between those slicked lips, his seed began to slip out.
Miguel sighed in annoyance as he leaned back over his pretty little cocksleeve.
“Tight little sleeve all wet for me,” he cooed into her ankle.
Miguel thrust two thick fingers -
“Oh my god ! Look how different our hands are!” Gwen exclaimed while showing how two of her fingers were almost as thick as one of his.
-into the mess she was supposed to keep in.
“Gonna store it right here for safekeeping one day,” he pressed the heel of his hand low on her tummy, “gotta give mami something to work with, if I’m supposed to be Daddy. Huh, bebita?”
Dios mio, she has a fucking Daddy kink? She was meant for it.
(My God)
Fuck, she wanted it! Wanted his cum. His baby. And she didn’t have to fucking ask. Miguel thrust deep, deeper than he had before-worried it hurt her tiny cunt. But now he knew how she really needed it. What she really wanted.
She was practically scrambling to pull him in closer, tighter. He’d give it to her the way she wanted it soon. No condom, just his raw seed in her wet cunt. He just needed a plan.
“Fuck just let me-” he bent her legs back to her shoulders in a mating press and leaned down into her neck, “let me- Sí, good girl.”
“Estas mojadita,” he ground through his clenched teeth, fangs extending, fighting the instinct to bite, weaken, claim, breed - “Tan apretadito, fuck! Buena chica, correte en mi verga!”
(“It’s so wet, so tight, fuck! Good girl, cum on my cock!”)
As soon as her fertility was back in a natural cycle he’d use his fangs. He swore to the Madonna, had have Gwen lost in his venom- free to use as he saw fit until his own little Madonna-whore did her job and took in and multiplied his seed.
“Lo siento mucho, dulce niña, I wasn’t even awake enough to think straight,” his cum kept bubbling up around his knuckles as he kept trying to push it back in deeper with the massive fingers she admired.
(I’m so sorry, sweet girl,)
Gwen was gasping, cunt twitching around his digits, still sensitive from the climax she'd woken up with.
“Oh, ya lo sé, pobrecita, still so sensitive,” he condescended to the slip of a girl arching back onto his fingers.
(Oh, I know, poor thing,)
“Come here, sweet girl,” he said lifting her hips and tucking a couple of pillows under them, “Papi will get it out for you, just relax.”
When Gwen started to push up onto her hands, Miguel used his free hand to slip down her spine and onto the nape of her neck, pressing her face back down in the sheets.
There she stayed. Hips up, angled to keep his seed pooled on her cervix. She came so fucking easy when he talked about leaving it there for her, one day.
Right where it goes.
Where it was always meant to go. Where she all but begged for it.
Cum Kink? Breeding Kink? Not unusual for a Catholic , he thought, At least it wasn’t nuns.
Although… he glanced up at Gwen’s panting face before shaking his head and focusing on his task, literally, at hand. Miguel massaged deep and slow into her pussy.
“Just like that, cariña,” her cunt was pulsing more insistently again. Miguel moved his thumb down, pressing firmly over her clit. The little wet trigger disappeared entirely under his circling thumb.
“It’s all slipped out I think, just let Daddy make you cum again to be sure you pushed it all out.”
Miguel targeted that little textured spot, a few inches into her cunt, just a little deeper than she could reach on her own (he knew, he’d made her show him). That would cause his favorite result.
“¡Si mamá!” Miguel gasped as he thrust through the tightest pulsing pussy he’d ever fucked, “Te gusta tanto esta polla que te echas un chorro sobre ella, ¿eh?”
(Yes, mama! You like that cock so much you’re gonna squirt on it, huh?)
When Gwen’s eyes rolled, when her knees spread wide, when her cum splashed against his hand, his cock, his sheets, Miguel knew at least some of his first load that day was sucked in deep.
He also knew she’d pass out in the next few breaths and be ready for a second load. Or at least, not aware he was giving her another one.
Palming his erection, Miguel settled back over her ass for the second time that day. Planning to enjoy a longer ride, now that he’d eased the pressure in his sac once already.
After coating his length in her soaked cunt again, Miguel watched as the head of his cock kissed and teased her pulsing entrance. Slowly he pushed the flushed, wide, head of his cock into the tight ring of her cunt.
The skin around her cunny pulled tight as he pushed harder. Finally, the ridge of his cockhead popped in. Miguel could push into the tight sleeve easily, after the initial fight to access her perfect little hole. But her twitching walls slowed his press, and he savored the feeling of how perfectly her walls clung to his cock. Gwen’s pussy had started to shape to his cock after the lessons and many cockwarming office meetings in the past months.
The initial stretch of her cunt always felt intoxicating. Maybe it was, considering his plan.
Finally bottoming out, feeling her cervix mouth at his cock, Miguel began grinding against that sweet final barrier. Massaging the sensitive tip of his cock against the womb he meant to breed, to keep, to watch swell with his baby.
Fuck, she always gets so twitchy so fast when I fuck against her little womb like this , Miguel groaned aloud as the sweat built on his skin and a milky ring formed around the base of his cock, dripping down his tightening sac.
Empty , he thought, urgency rising, new, gotta use it, never used, brand new, fill it, breed her before someone else gets to her -
Miguel felt his claws begin to extend as his grip on her hips firmed at the thought of a competitor.
“One more load, baby,” he reassured the unconscious girl under his breath, “Estás tan mojada ahora, esta vez no sabrás la diferencia.”
(“You’re so wet now, this time you won’t know the difference.”)
Head tilting back, eyes drifting closed, nearing bliss, Miguel pictured the plan in his mind.
- Slip off the condoms, and wean her off entirely.
Check.
- “Slip up” during morning fuck.
Check. Twice soon.
- Hack in and cause a slip-up with the pharmacy’s birth control supply.
Lyla was already testing their system access, check.
- Slip inside Gwen’s sweet pussy whenever feasibly possible.
Standard practice for them now. And certainly, she’d love a free use lesson via venom soon. Check.
Miguel broke out into a wicked, confident grin. He’d taken care of everything, followed the rules, and made all the decisions.
Gwen could keep turning her genius brain off for him, and he’d arrange everything to her comfort. She’d have no stress. No worries, no decisions outside of her work. Just the way she wants.
And he’d be the perfect Papa to their-
Mierda, his balls were pulling up already, she always gets what she wants from me, fuck-
-she’d give him so many perfect brilliant little spiders. Hatchlings for their growing web-
He curled over her bent form. Arms curled under her, hands curling up to hold her shoulders, keeping her in place. He pressed his mouth flush into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent.
Not ovulating , his senses told him.
Not yet , his mind countered, cock swelling, balls slapping wetly against her clit.
“Mhmmmm,” Miguel groan low and long when his sac finally began pulsing, unloading his cum deep, her cervix practically sucking on his spurting cock.
“Mmh!” Gwen, whined in her sleep as Miguel, breathless, reached down to push insistently against her clit with two fingers and forcing a climax around his still throbbing shaft.
“There you go, last time for now, baby. Gotta make sure you get it all insi-Fuck!”
Gwen’s gripping cunt pulled three more shots of cum from his balls after he’d thought his climax had wound down. Miguel caught his breath while he rested over her, hips subtly, insistently, still grinding deep into her cunt, working off the last unexpected shots from his sac.
I’ll have to adjust her meal plans , he thought, dragging his tongue over the spot he’d sink his fangs into as soon as he scented her ovulation, get her on the vitamins she’ll need for it to take properly.
He’d already told her he would be working on a better nutrition plan that would improve her performance, just not specifically what kind of performance.
Miguel blinked lazily, happily, at the girl still clinging to his deflating cock.
She’s perfect, I’ll make it all perfect , he thought half drunk.
Miguel slowly, reluctantly, peeled away from Gwen’s back. Looking down, one hand pulling her ass to the side for a clear view, he gently pulled from her pussy, watching the first pearl of thick cum bead out.
The little drop barely peaked out of her snatch, as if knowing Miguel was watching, daring it to spill under his watch. Worried about being pounded back in for a third time, and Miguel…wasn’t as young as he used to be.
Two loads in an hour, first thing in the morning was all he had for now. And he needed to check in on Lyla’s progress with the pharmacy. First, Miguel reached for the little plug he’d had to remove the night before.
“Miguel-” Gwen attempted to murmur a complaint to the massive hero sitting in the chair in front of her at headquarters.
“Hush, this will help make it easier,” Miguel told her.
“I have to give your cunny a nice little something to suck on during the day, let her work herself up to a nice wet cream for me, and be ready to fuck whenever, and wherever,” he pressed a button from his spider suit bringing the little plug to life under her own suit, “I say so. Now remember, if your gonna cum, just find me and we’ll make sure you cum on my cock.”
After placing the plug, he’d pulled her to stand in front of his desk chair and massaged the flared base that pressed on the base of her clit. Just right to grind the firm edge into the swollen bundle, if he’d just let her sit somewhere, his thigh, maybe.
She’d take grinding on his shoe if he let her, since he’d activated “the little plug that could.”
“The more you cum on my cock, the better it will fit,” he explained while putting her suit back to right, as if she wasn’t half gone, grinding the front of her pussy against the arm of his chair.
“So, I have to keep you cumming, niñita,” he taunted as her knees quaked and she pleaded for him to - “Fuck me, Daddy, please’m’gonna come and I wanna come on your cock like you said!” - in the middle of his office.
“Muy buena niña,” Miguel praised, pulling her onto his cock, both of their suits phasing away where he programmed them to.
(Very good girl)
He increased the size command another half-step up before placing the plug and sealing his load inside the sleeping girl, before smiling affectionately at her drooling face and sweeping her choppy hair back from her brow.
“Fuck, I think I love this little brat,” Miguel blinked as he share his realization aloud.
“You just now connecting those dots, genius?” Lila popped into existence.
“Lyla! What did I say last week about coming into my room when Gwen is here?” He snapped angrily.
“Ya, not like I want to see all your spidery nasty mess the two of you have,” She drawled, “Buuut, you did tell me to tell you immediately when I hacked the pharmacy.”
“It’s done?!” his face lit with the news.
“Yup! Spider-Mama-Gwen! Wooo-AHHH!” Lila dramatically covered her eyes and turned away as a still very naked Miguel stood from the bed to go look over her work and the final key to his plan.