Webz & Cornerz

What a tangled web life had become.

It seemed like only yesterday when Peter walked away from Mary Jane at Norman Osborn’s funeral. Her kiss promised him a future, promised him a life; a world that he needed more than he dared to admit. But he still decided to leave her. Still he had decided to turn his back on the one girl he ever loved, and sacrificed his own desires to his greater sense of responsibility.

There was the regret. He had seen Mary Jane leave him and find success and a new love, all while he festered in New York, fighting crime and struggling to live a life on his own. The city’s slums and ghettos were his home at night; his home during the day had no meaning. The menace of Doctor Octopus put his life – and Mary Jane’s – at stake. But through it all he was still ready to let her go a second time, allowing her to move into the arms of John Jameson.

But when MJ turned up at his door in her wedding dress and threw her arms around him, that was the moment where he knew his place in the world. She knew he was Spider-Man now. In spite of the risks and the potential danger, she had still come to him and chosen him above all the others. Fate had stepped in and laid his destiny, his future, his world, all before him inside her glimmering blue eyes. She kissed him before he went. And she would be waiting for him when he returned.

Now, garbed in his blue and red costume, Spider-man hung from the underside of a building ledge, dangling upside down on his webs. Thoughts ran through his mind and MJ was the centre of every one. What if she…What if someone…What about Aunt May…

He sighed and ran a glove over his mask. He loved Mary Jane. But now that he had her, he left her alone in the apartment to go play superhero. He should be with her; be in her arms and against her body, but he had given in to the call of duty - to responsibility. But it was more than that. It was the thrill; the danger; the adventure. Would MJ really be able to understand?

Just as his concerns threatened to mar his evening, spider-sense tingled. He swung out of the hidden corner of the building, forty stories up. A figure raced effortlessly across the rooftops with both an elegant grace and inhuman speed. Spider-Man swung across the skyline, throwing and shooting weblines that carried him toward his target. The figure paused when he came into view and attempted to run. Spider-Man circled overhead and let out a spray of web that ensnared the fugitive’s legs, causing them to fall over.

He landed over his prey and picked up the bag of diamonds they had been carrying.

“Let me guess, you were out taking your diamonds for a walk. Where’s the sack with the dollar sign on it?”

The figure struggled but said nothing.

“What, don’t you think that’s funny? Come on, it’s a gem…I…good Lord!” Spider-Man dropped the sack and was startled when the criminal turned over. It was a girl.

“So, I finally come face to mask with the famous Spider-Man” she grinned.

Peter’s eyes widened under the mask. He looked her over. Her hips were curved and her taut, pristine legs were perfect. Her tight black costume clung like a second skin and a cut down the center of her chest revealed pronounced cleavage. She had a flawless face, with strong, delicate and supple lips, surrounded by unusual but wavy white hair. She gazed up at him through the black mask that framed her sparkling green eyes.

“Are you gonna hurt me, mister Spider-Man?” she pouted in a mock, flirty voice.

“N-No…I---No!” he stammered, then quickly ripped the webbing from around her legs. His gloves made contact with her well-muscled thighs and calves. When her legs were released, she spread them deliberately, giving him a non-too subtle view of her crotch. She positioned her flexible legs upright and stretched.

“Ahh, much better” she purred.

Peter was so enamored that his reflexes were too late as her legs ensnared him. Her calves wrapped around his neck and pulled him onto the ground, where she clambered on top of his stomach.

“I’ve been waiting to meet you for a long, long time…” she whispered, her lips inches from his mask.

"Who...who are you...?"

"Call me the Black Cat." She grinned.

Peter was like dynamite: a hard, rigid cylinder in a wooden case and ready to explode if his spark was lit. Her lean form, muscled and toned, felt right in his arms. They edged closer together. She ran her tongue over his mask. His costume rode up in the crotch. Then he thought of MJ.

“No!” he rolled Black Cat off himself and stood up. The bases of his pants were up around his knees due to how much of his costume was bunched up in his groin.

“I…I can’t…” he whispered, thinking about Mary Jane.

Cat sauntered over to him. “I know you want me. You’re hot inside your costume. And I’m hot outside of mine.”

She put two fingers down the front of her top and then peeled the costume from her smooth, hairless body. Peter trembled then finally relented. He ripped his costume from his body and was just about to take off his mask before Cat stopped him.

“Leave it on, Spider” she cooed.

“My name’s Peter…” he told her.

“Sure, whatever Spider.”

Like a dominant Lioness, Cat threw Peter onto the ground and mounted him proudly with her hot, naked body. She relaxed his tense form and whispered sweet, tender words.

“Mrroowwww yessss….that’s it lover, fuck me right there. Mmmmm ahhhahh, yes Spider, do me baby boy…screw me like a little slut.”

Her masterful coaxing soon had him at the height of his arousal and he plowed her like a gas station attendant in a white trash town. Soon enough they were going at it like wild, angry bees, with Cat writhing erotically.

“OH GOD YES!!! FUCK ME, YOU SEXY, BIG-DICKED BASTARD. OOHHHH AHHAHHH, I LIKE IT WHEN YOU DO THAT RIGHT THURR. YEAH BABY, ME SO HORNY. FUCK ME HARD, YOU WALL-CRAWLING MOTHERFUCKER!”

Peter became lost in her powerful loving and his increasing desire. Cat scratched her claws over his chest, drawing blood and piercing skin, but he kept going, even when she grabbed him around the throat.

“WHO ARE YOU? TELL ME!” she demanded, gazing into the lens of his mask with her fiery green pearls.

“P-Peter…?”

She grabbed him by the nuts with her surprisingly agile snatch and clamped down on him. He squealed through the mask.

“TELL ME WHO YOU ARE.”

“I…I’m…” Peter paused, and then gave into the throes of passion. “…I’m Spider-Man!”

“AHHHH YES!!! SAY IT LOUDER.”

“I’m SPIDER-MAN!!”

She bucked up and down. “SAY IT ALL, YOU SON OF A BITCH!”

“I’M YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD SPIDER-MAN!!!”

That pushed Cat over the precipice. She threw her head back and let out the loudest fucking orgasmic growl. Ripping vocal chords stretched out over New York and echoed around the cavernous skyscrapers. It literally scared the fuck out of Peter and he let loose a web ball with his organic web-shooter. Cat came too and then collapsed ontop of his bloodied, sweaty body, the two of them utterly drained and spent.

While he panted fiercely, she snuggled his chest, stroking his mask and purring affectionately. “Mmmmm. You’re my Spider, lover.”

Peter turned his head and stared off into the distance, allowing her to remain there. It was fortunate that he had his mask on. It hid tears that slid from his eyes.