Chapter 29 : New costume and Fantasy
New York, Queens – Alex's POV – Present
By the time Alex reached Gwen's building, the late afternoon sun had begun to dip behind the skyline, streaking the streets of Queens in a warm orange haze. Adjusting his bag on his shoulder, he took the familiar stairs two at a time, a pulse quickening with the strange mix of routine and anticipation he always felt when coming here.
He stopped in front of her door and knocked twice.
"Come in!" Gwen's voice called from inside, a little distant, half-laughing. "I'll be just a minute! Wait for me in my room!"
Alex smiled to himself and pushed the door open. The apartment felt comfortably familiar — faint traces of her perfume in the air, the soft hum of music drifting from deeper inside. He slipped off his shoes, set his bag down near the couch, and made his way toward her room.
The door was half-open, afternoon light filtering through the curtains in golden threads. He stepped inside quietly, taking in the scattered notes on her desk, a half-finished cup of coffee on the windowsill, sketches tacked to the wall beside her bed. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, leaning forward, elbows on knees, he let a faint smile tug at his lips. Gwen had always promised to clean before he came — somehow, she never did. The chaos suited her.
It took a few more seconds before the sound of her door opening down the hall reached him, followed by the soft, measured steps approaching.
"Okay," Gwen's voice called playfully, "no peeking until I say so."
Her tone — half teasing, half excited — made him grin despite himself. Curiosity won over patience.
"Alright," she said at last, a smile audible in her voice. "You can look."
And then she appeared. Gwen in her doorway, framed by golden light, wearing the suit she had worked so hard to create. Sleek, form-fitting, white with black accents, streaks of vivid magenta tracing the sides. The hood down, her blonde hair spilling freely around her shoulders, catching the light in soft waves.
The fabric moved with her, a second skin designed for motion, the spider emblem across her chest gleaming faintly. She shifted her weight slightly, one hand on her hip, eyes meeting Alex's with pride and just a hint of nervous energy.
For a long heartbeat, Alex simply stared, caught between awe and admiration. Gwen looked incredible — but more than that, she carried it with confidence and strength, as if stepping into something that had always been waiting for her.
Every detail pulled his attention: the way the light caught the seams, the subtle tension in her posture, the curve of her shoulders as she shifted. His chest tightened, warmth spreading through him in a way that had nothing to do with the sunlight spilling through the window.
Alex swallowed hard, his gaze lingering on her, every instinct in him screaming that this moment was about to escalate. The air between them thickened, heavy with anticipation, each silent second amplifying the pull neither of them could resist.
He took a slow breath, voice low and rough with barely contained desire. "I think that suit… might be the most incredible thing I've ever seen."
Gwen's lips curved in response, playful and teasing, and the tension between them became something more — a quiet, electric promise. The unspoken pull, the way their eyes held each other, indicated that what came next would change everything.
She crawled onto the bed with a fluid, predatory grace, her movements silent and deliberate. The mattress dipped under her weight as she positioned herself between his legs. Her gloved fingers made quick work of his jeans, pulling them down just enough to free his already-hard cock. "I need to taste you first."
She didn't wait for a reply. Her mouth, hot and wet, enveloped him in one smooth, perfect motion. Fuck. Alex's head fell back against the headboard as her tongue swirled around the head of his cock before she plunged down, taking him deep into her throat. The obscene, wet sound of her sucking filled the quiet room. Glrk. Schlllp.
"God, Gwen… your mouth is fucking heaven," he groaned, his fingers tangling in her short blonde hair.
She released him with a soft, wet pop. "I've been thinking about this all day. About your cock." Her hot breath teased his sensitive skin before she dove back down, her head bobbing with a hungry rhythm.
Between skillful sucks and deep, throaty swallows, she looked up at him, her blue eyes glazed with lust. "Alex… I need to tell you something."
"What is it, baby?" he managed, his voice strained.
She pulled off again, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening shaft. "I want to watch you fuck other women." The words hung in the air, charged and heavy.
Alex stilled, looking down at her. "What?"
"I'm serious," she breathed, her gloved hand sliding along his length, firm and deliberate. The slick texture of the fabric mixed with the warmth of his arousal, her touch both teasing and commanding. "I want to watch you, Alex. I want to see you lose yourself in someone else, completely unhinged, your body taking what it craves." Her tongue flicked over his tip, lapping up the bead of pre-cum that had formed. Mmmph. "I want to see you claim them, to fill them so deep they can't walk straight afterward. I want to see you breed them until they're dripping with your seed, their bodies trembling from the sheer force of you."
Her words spilled out in a husky whisper, each one punctuated by the wet, hungry sounds of her mouth working him. "I want to watch you take them in every way possible—bent over a desk, legs spread wide, helpless and moaning as you pump them full. I want to hear the way they scream when you push them past the edge, their voices breaking under the weight of your pleasure." She swallowed him deeper on the word 'pleasure,' the vibration of her moan sending a jolt through his core. "I want to see their faces when they realize they're yours, when they feel you spill inside, marking them, claiming them forever." Her lips tightened around him as she sucked hard, her eyes locked on his, daring him to imagine it too.
Her confession, paired with the relentless suction of her mouth, was pushing him to the edge. "Fucking hell, Gwen. You really mean that?"
She came up for air, panting. "I want to be your queen, Alex. The queen of your harem. And I want my king to be well-serviced." With that, she took him to the root one last time, her nose buried in the coarse hair at his base, and he erupted.
A guttural groan ripped from his chest as his release shot down her throat. Splurt. Gurgle. She swallowed every thick, salty pulse, a low, satisfied hum vibrating against his oversensitive flesh until he was completely spent.
She kissed her way up his body, her suit cool against his heated skin. "Now it's your turn," she whispered, her voice husky.
In a flash, Alex flipped her over onto her hands and knees. The position arched her back, presenting her round, perfect ass to him, still encased in the brilliant blue fabric. He ran his hands over it, then gripped the material at her hips. With a sharp rrriippp, he tore a seam open, exposing her wet, glistening cunt. The cool air hitting her heated skin made her gasp.
"You want me to fuck other women, Gwen?" he growled, positioning himself at her entrance. He didn't wait for an answer. He drove into her in one brutal, deep thrust, sheathing himself fully inside her dripping warmth. Schlllck.
"Yes! Alex, fuck!" she screamed, her arms buckling from the sudden, exquisite invasion.
He set a punishing pace immediately, each thrust a solid impact that shook her entire body. "Then confess. Tell me everything you want to see."
"I want to see you take Mary Jane first!" Gwen cried out, her voice pitching with each powerful drive of Alex's hips. Her words spilled out in a desperate, shameless torrent, her mind and body fully consumed by the filthy fantasy she was painting for him. "Bend her over that fucking dressing room mirror and make her watch herself as you bury every inch of your cock inside her. I want her to see the look on her face when you first push into her tight little pussy, when she realizes there's no escaping you." Gwen's breath hitched as Alex's thrusts grew harder, deeper, his thick length stretching her in the most delicious way.
"And then… oh God, Alex!… then I want to see her perfect tits bounce while you pound her raw. I want to hear the way she screams your name, begging for more, begging for you to go faster, harder, until she can't even form words anymore." Gwen's own moans were loud and unrestrained now, her voice trembling with the intensity of her desire. "I want to watch you grab her hips and destroy her, Alex, until she's nothing but a quivering, dripping mess beneath you."
Her body arched as another wave of pleasure crashed over her, her wetness coating Alex's cock with each relentless thrust. Schlllck. Slap. The slick, vulgar sounds of their coupling filled the room, punctuated by Gwen's breathless gasps and Alex's guttural groans. "I want to see her lose control," Gwen continued, her voice a hoarse whisper now, thick with lust. "I want her to come so hard she forgets where she is, who she is, and all she can think about is your cock, your seed, your mark on her."
Alex growled low in his throat, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he fucked her harder, driving into her with a ferocity that left them both panting. "You're a fucking devil, Gwen," he rasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. "Tell me more."
"I want to see her beg for it," Gwen moaned, her own climax building again, her walls tightening around him in anticipation. "Beg for you to fill her up, to leave her dripping with your cum. And I want to be there, watching every second of it, watching as you claim her, as you make her yours." She gasped, her voice breaking on a sob of pleasure as she reached the peak of her fantasy, her body trembling beneath Alex's punishing pace.
He didn't let up, each thrust a brutal reminder of his dominance, his control. "Fuck yes," he grunted, his own release threatening to spill over. "You want her to scream for me? To take every drop I give her?"
"Yes! Oh God, yes!" Gwen cried out, her body convulsing around him as she came again, her orgasm crashing over her in waves. "Make her scream, Alex! Fill her up!"
Her words were enough to push him over the edge, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he unleashed another massive load of cum. Splurt. Gush. It flooded her insides, hot and thick, spilling out around his still-hard length as he ground into her, claiming her just as she wanted him to claim others. The room was filled with the scent of sex, the sound of their ragged breathing, and the undeniable proof of their shared depravity.
"And then what?" Alex growled, his fingers digging into her hips, holding her steady for his relentless rhythm. Slap. Slap. Slap. The sound of their bodies meeting filled the room, each impact sending sparks of pleasure through Gwen's trembling frame. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his breath hot on her ear. "You know Mary Jane's fantasy, don't you, Gwen? She wants to be submissive, to give herself completely to whoever takes control."
Gwen's breath hitched as she felt his cock slide deeper with every thrust, the thick length of him stretching her in the most delicious way. "Yes," she gasped, her voice trembling with need. "She wants to be yours, Alex. Wants to feel your hands on her, your cock inside her, and your seed filling her up." Her words spilled out in a desperate whisper, her mind consumed by the image of Mary Jane spread out beneath him, her body arching in ecstasy as Alex claimed her.
"Tell me exactly how she wants it," Alex demanded, his voice rough with desire. His fingers tightened on her hips, and he drove into her harder, faster, the pace almost brutal. Schlllck. Slap. The wet, obscene sounds of their coupling filled the air, mingling with Gwen's breathless moans and Alex's guttural growls.
"She wants you to take her from behind," Gwen panted, her words broken by the intensity of her pleasure. "Wants to feel your hands pulling her hair as you pound into her, your cock slamming so deep she can't think straight. And then… oh God, Alex!… then she wants you to flip her over, pin her down, and fuck her until she screams your name." Her voice rose in pitch as another wave of ecstasy washed over her, her inner walls tightening around his throbbing length.
Alex's grip on her hips tightened even more, his thrusts becoming wild, unrestrained. "And what about you?" he growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Do you want to watch? Want to see her face when I make her come so hard she can't even remember her own name?"
"Yes!" Gwen screamed, her body shuddering as she reached the peak of her pleasure once again. "I want to see it all, Alex! Every fucking second of it! I want to watch you ruin her, fill her up, and leave her dripping with your cum. And then… then I want to taste her on your cock while she watches me clean you off." The depravity of her fantasy sent a new surge of heat through her body, and she cried out as another orgasm crashed over her, her muscles clenching around his cock in tight, rhythmic pulses.
Alex groaned, his own release building rapidly as he felt her tighten around him. "You're my filthy queen," he grunted, his pace becoming erratic as he neared the edge. Slap. Slap. Slap. "And I'm going to fill you both up until you're both begging for more." With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside her and let go, a torrent of hot, thick cum erupting into her depths. Splurt. Gush. It was so much, a massive flood that spilled out around the base of his still-throbbing cock, the warmth of it seeping into Gwen's trembling body.
The image, the raw depravity of her fantasy, sent a new wave of heat through him. He could feel his own climax building again, a tight coil in his gut that threatened to unravel with every thrust. "You're my filthy queen," he grunted, his voice low and guttural, dripping with possessive desire. His pace became erratic, harder, each brutal push deeper than the last, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the room. Schlllck. Slap. Schlllck. "You want me to fill them all up? Leave them dripping with my cum? You want me to get them pregnant?"
"Yes!" Gwen screamed, her voice breaking under the sheer force of her pleasure. Her nails clawed at the sheets, her body trembling as he pounded into her with unrelenting intensity. "Fill them, Alex! Every single one of them! I want to see it! I want to watch you claim them, breed them, make them yours!" Her words spilled out in a desperate, breathless torrent, each syllable laced with a hunger that matched his own. The thought of him dominating others, of marking them with his seed, only heightened her arousal, her inner walls clenching tightly around his throbbing cock.
Alex's hands gripped her hips like a vice, his fingers digging into her flesh as he drove into her harder, deeper. "You want me to ruin them? To fuck them so hard they can't walk straight the next day? To make them scream my name as I pump them full of my cum?" His voice was rough, almost feral, the words dripping with menace and desire. He leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back, his hot breath ghosting over her ear. "You want to watch me take them, Gwen? Watch me make them beg for more?"
She nodded frantically, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Yes! Oh God, yes! I want to see it all! I want to see you destroy them, Alex! Make them come so hard they forget their own names! Breed them until they're dripping with your seed, your cum leaking out of them for days!" Her voice rose to a fever pitch as another powerful orgasm tore through her, her body convulsing around him, her cunt tightening in rhythmic pulses that threatened to milk him dry.
He growled, a deep, primal sound that reverberated through his chest. "You're mine, Gwen. You and every woman I take. Every pussy I fuck, every ass I claim—it's all because of you, my queen. My filthy, depraved queen." His thrusts became wilder, harder, each one driving her closer to the edge again as his own climax loomed, inevitable and unstoppable. "You want me to fill you too? To breed you first? To make sure everyone knows you're mine before I take anyone else?"
"Please!" she begged, her voice hoarse and shaking. "Fill me, Alex! Breed me! Mark me as yours forever!"_ Her words shattered into a keening moan as another wave of ecstasy crashed over her, her body arching violently beneath him as her orgasm consumed her completely. Her cunt clenched around him, milking him for every drop as he finally let go, a guttural roar tearing from his throat.
With one final, deep thrust, he buried himself as far as he could go and let go. A torrent of hot, thick cum erupted into her, pulse after pulse flooding her depths. Splurt. Gush. It was so much, a massive, copious load that immediately began to seep out around the base of his still-throbbing cock, a white trickle against her smooth skin. The sheer volume of it was overwhelming, and Gwen could feel the warmth spreading inside her, filling her completely.
He stayed inside her, both of them panting, spent. He leaned over her back, kissing her shoulder. "You feel that, Gwen? That's all for you."
"Yes! Fill them! Please, Alex, I want to feel you come inside me now! Give it to me! Breed me!" she begged, her own orgasm crashing over her. Her inner muscles clenched around his cock in violent, rhythmic pulses.
With a final, deep grind, he buried himself as far as he could go and let go. A torrent of hot, thick cum erupted into her, pulse after pulse flooding her depths. Splurt. Gush. It was so much, a massive, copious load that immediately began to seep out around the base of his still-throbbing cock, a white trickle against her smooth skin.
He stayed inside her, both of them panting, spent. He leaned over her back, kissing her shoulder. "You feel that, Gwen? That's all for you."
She shuddered beneath him, a soft whimper escaping her lips. "It's so much… it's leaking out of me…"
He pulled out slowly, and a gush of his cum followed, a warm, wet stream onto the sheets. The sight was obscenely beautiful. He turned her onto her back, his eyes hungry again. He was already hard.