New York, Queens – Gwen's POV
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. No matter what this "serious talk" was about, I wanted to face it head-on.
I crossed my room and reached for the door handle.
When I opened it, Alex was standing there, that familiar, slightly awkward smile tugging at his lips — the one that always made my chest feel lighter without my permission.
"Hey," he said simply, holding my gaze for a moment that stretched longer than it should have.
"Hey yourself," I replied, stepping aside to let him in. "You're right on time. That's new."
He chuckled softly as he entered, the faint smell of autumn air following him. We made small talk on the way to my room — harmless things. How his classes had been, how my day went, jokes about Liz and Harry being "weirdly domestic" again. Nothing heavy, nothing that hinted at whatever "serious" meant.
But under the easy words, I could feel the weight in his tone. Like something was pressing behind every casual sentence.
When we finally reached my room, I motioned toward the bed and sat cross-legged near the headboard as Alex settled beside me. The air felt different now — quieter, more deliberate.
For a moment, neither of us spoke. I exhaled and gave him a steady look.
"Okay," I said, tilting my head slightly. "You've been making me wonder about this all day, you know. What's the big, serious thing you wanted to talk about?"
I tried to keep my tone light, teasing even, but my eyes betrayed a flicker of worry. "You're not about to tell me something awful, right?" I added, trying to sound joking but failing to hide the tightness in my voice.
I pulled my knees closer to my chest, waiting for his answer, my mind already racing through every possible scenario — from the harmless to the terrifying.
Alex's expression softened — but it was serious, the kind of seriousness that made my stomach twist.
"Gwen," he started slowly, voice calm but firm, "I know you've been hiding something from me. Since yesterday… maybe even the day before."
My heart skipped a beat. Oh no.
He wasn't angry — that almost made it worse. His tone was patient, but edged with concern. "I don't know what it is," he continued, "and I'm not trying to pry. But… I don't want there to be big secrets between us. Not you and me."
I froze, words catching somewhere in my throat. What do I even say?
I could lie — say it was nothing, that I'd just been tired. But Alex isn't stupid; he'd see right through that.
And then… a thought surfaced, almost like it wasn't entirely mine: Alex loves me. He'll understand. I can trust him. I can tell him everything.
It was subtle, a quiet nudge in my mind, and for the first time, the fear of telling him didn't feel overwhelming. My heart still pounded, my anxiety still lingered, but I realized I didn't need to be afraid of Alex's reaction. Whatever happened, he would understand.
I swallowed hard and took a shaky breath. "You're right. I've been hiding something."
Alex didn't move — he just waited. Patient, steady.
I forced the words out before fear could pull them back.
"I was bitten," I said quietly, "by an arachnid — a spider. It happened a couple of days ago at the lab." I took a shaky breath, fingers twisting together in my lap. "At first, I thought it was nothing… but since then, I've been changing. My reflexes, my strength — even my senses — they've all gotten sharper. Stronger. It's like I'm… becoming something else."
My voice wavered on that last part, half-in awe, half-terrified of what it meant. The weight I'd carried for two days finally slipped free.
When I finished, I exhaled — a long, trembling sigh that felt like I'd been holding it forever. For the first time since the bite, I felt light.
Alex blinked for a moment, processing my words, then a slow, teasing grin spread across his face.
"Wow," he said, letting out a low whistle, "so I had to actually ask to know that my girlfriend is going to turn into a spider-woman monster? Lucky me."
I felt my cheeks heat, a mixture of embarrassment and indignation. "Alex! That's… not exactly how I meant it!"
He held up his hands, still smiling, softening his tone. "Hey, I'm kidding. Sort of. But seriously… Gwen, I'm glad you told me. Really. I know it must have been scary to keep it in, and I appreciate your trust. Whatever happens, we figure it out together."
I exhaled, letting out a shaky laugh. "You… really aren't scared?"
"Scared?" he tilted his head, smirking. "Sure. Maybe a little. But not of you. I trust you, and I've got your back. Always."
Alex's teasing grin softened as he shifted, the weight of my confession lingering between us.
"You know… I've got something I've been keeping from you too," he said, voice calm and confident. "For the past couple of days…"
Before he could continue, I cut him off, a mischievous spark lighting my eyes.
"Oh? Do tell," I said, leaning forward slightly. "Who did you seduce to join your harem? And, more importantly… who's the first subject I rule over?"
Alex blinked, caught between amusement and mock horror, before chuckling and shaking his head.
I leaned forward, smirk widening, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, do tell," I purred, teasing like I already knew he couldn't resist. "Who did you seduce first to join your mighty harem? And don't leave me hanging… who's the very first subject under my rule, hmm?"
Alex's grin faltered for just a second, caught between amusement and mock indignation, but I knew it would only be a moment before he teased back.
I raised an eyebrow, leaning back slightly, waiting for his answer.
He smirked, that familiar teasing glint in his eyes. "For now… nobody," he said smoothly. "That's not what I was going to confess to you. But if you insist, though… I suppose I could start looking for the second member of my harem tomorrow."
Yes, I insist. Yes, I insist, I told myself, biting my lower lip to keep from revealing just how… wet I was. My pulse quickened, a strange flutter stirring in my chest, a shiver ran down my spine, and I fought to keep my expression calm, to not let Alex see the effect his teasing had on me.
Seeing me like that, Alex leaned in slightly, his expression softening, then revealed quietly, almost as if sharing a secret with himself first, "Gwen… I think I might be a mutant."
Alex leaned back, his teasing grin fading into a more serious expression. "Since that day… when I passed out, two days ago," he began, his voice calm but firm, "I've noticed some changes in me. Some are clear — I can feel the effects, the way my body and mind reacts differently. Others… I'm still trying to understand."
I nodded slowly, my mind racing. Changes? What kind of changes? I could sense the weight behind his words, the careful way he measured them. He wasn't just talking about a weird feeling or a small trick of his body — he meant something more.
Alex leaned back slightly, the teasing edge in his eyes replaced by a careful seriousness. "Since that day I passed out," he began, "I've noticed some… shifts in how I interact with people. Some things are subtle, others… less so."
I tilted my head, curiosity sharpening. "Shifts? What do you mean?"
He gave a small, almost conspiratorial smile. "Well… it's easier for me now to get people to… see things my way. Convince them of certain ideas, make them more… receptive. It's not about forcing anyone — it's subtle, almost like a suggestion they don't even realize they're agreeing to."
I blinked, sensing the weight behind his words, though the full meaning eluded me.
"And," he continued, voice low, "I've also noticed that the… connections I have, especially intimate ones, seem to… strengthen both of us — though in different ways. Not just emotionally or mentally, but physically too. When I'm with a partner, when I… creampie her, when I bring them to a great climax or even if I impregnate her… I can feel it will feed back into me. In a way or another it will make me stronger. For them, the effect will be more limited. The effect only comes from being creampie."
I felt a flutter in my chest as his words sank in. My mind raced, trying to process what he'd just revealed. The idea that he could… creampie a woman… and that it would make him stronger… it sent a warmth creeping through me.
I tried to keep my breathing steady, reminding myself to act normal, to not let him see how much it stirred something inside me. My pulse quickened, a subtle tension curling low in my body — a strange mix of excitement and anticipation I wasn't supposed to admit. I unconsciously rub my thighs together.
Even as I struggled to contain it, a small, mischievous part of me couldn't help imagining what that might feel like, the effect it could have on both of us… and my lips pressed together to keep from betraying the surge of moaning of excitement rising inside me.
"There's more," he said, leaning forward slightly, though his tone remained measured. "I've discovered I can… influence some of the responses people have — specifically the pleasure they feel. It's not about controlling them outright, not in a way that removes their choice… but I can set limits, block the intensity, prevent them from reaching certain peaks until I decide or until a condition I've put in place is met."
I swallowed hard, trying to process. His words were precise, almost clinical, yet there was a subtle weight to them that made my pulse quicken.
He continued, voice low, careful. "And… any pleasure that's held back isn't lost. It's stored, accumulated… waiting. When the block is lifted, it is released all at once.
I nodded slowly, my mind spinning with the implications, my own reactions flickering beneath the surface. It was unsettling, powerful… and, in a way I wasn't fully ready to admit, In a way that I wasn't quite ready to admit, it made me want to experience the pleasure of multiple orgasms condensed into one.
I took a shaky breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts. "So… you can… control it? The way people feel… the pleasure they experience?" My voice was barely above a whisper, more curious than accusatory.
Alex nodded, his gaze steady on me. "Yes. It's as if I were putting up a dam, and I could remove it at any time I choose and let everything that has been blocked flow through all at once.
I bit my lower lip, trying to keep my pulse under control. A thrill of excitement was flickering beneath my skin, a warmth that I couldn't entirely ignore. It was confusing — alarming, yet… thrilling in a way I hadn't expected.
"So… when you… use this," I asked cautiously, "does it… affect you immediately? Or is it something that builds over time?"
Alex gave a faint, knowing smile. "Some effects are immediate, some take time, it depends."
I nodded slowly, trying to process everything, the room suddenly feeling smaller as my thoughts swirled. My mind couldn't help but wander to the… implications, the power, the intensity of what he was describing. And despite my best efforts, my body betrayed me, a subtle thrill curling low in me that I quickly tried to hide.
"Gwen," Alex said, his voice softening, "I know this is a lot. I just… wanted you to understand what's happening with me. And I want you to feel safe with it. Safe with me."
I swallowed, heart pounding, and managed a small nod. "I… I think I do. I just need… a moment to… take it all in."
He leaned back slightly, giving me space, his eyes never leaving mine. "Take all the time you need. I'm not going anywhere."
I exhaled slowly, the tension in my chest easing just a fraction. My thoughts raced, imagining the possibilities, the pleasure and the orgasm that could come from… well, from everything he'd just explained. And yet, even with all the uncertainty, a small part of me couldn't deny the thrill that sparked inside.
Alex hesitated for a moment, as if choosing his words carefully, then leaned in slightly. "There's one more thing I've noticed," he said, voice low, serious. "Something… unusual. Under certain conditions — conditions I'm not completely sure about yet, since it's only happened twice — I can… get a glimpse of a person's most taboo fantasies.
I blinked, my curiosity spiking despite myself. My mind raced with questions, though I forced them down for now. I could feel the weight of what he was saying, the intimacy and trust inherent in sharing such a thing.
He took a deep breath, fixing his gaze on me. "And… one of those two times involved you," he said, his tone calm, confident. "You're… one of the only people this has happened with. It's telling me that your fantasy is to be my cuckqueen."
He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "I need to confirm with you — if that's… correct, or not ?" His eyes searched mine, steady and certain, seeking only verification, not interpretation.
I felt heat rush to my cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and something else — something that made my chest tighten in a way I wasn't supposed to admit. My most secret fantasy… exposed, yet somehow not judged. A thrill ran through me at the thought that I could finally… live it.
I swallowed hard, trying to steady my racing thoughts, and finally whispered, "Yes… it's true."
Alex gave a small, knowing nod. Silence stretched between us, heavy but comfortable, as if the room itself was holding its breath.
After a moment, he shifted, settling more comfortably on the bed with his back against the wall. His legs spread slightly, a casual, inviting posture. He looked at me, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "So… my future spider-woman, future queen of my harem… want to come over here and let me give you a hug?"
I hesitated for a fraction of a second, heart pounding, then moved closer. I pressed myself against him, resting my head at the top of his stomach. His arms wrapped around me, holding me securely, and a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the sun outside.
I let myself relax against him, listening to his steady breathing, feeling his presence all around me. For the first time in days, the weight of secrets, powers, and fears felt… lighter. Safe. Even as my body hummed with anticipation, I focused on the simple comfort of being here, held by him, shielded from the world for a little while.