New York, Queens – 3rd's POV
A slow, slick sound filled the room as Alex shifted, his still-hard cock sliding partly out of her before he pushed back in, a thick reminder of the massive load he'd just deposited deep within her. Sqwallsh. The sensation made Gwen's eyes flutter, a weak, pleasure-drunk moan escaping her lips.
He lowered himself over her, his weight a comforting, possessive anchor. The late afternoon sun cast long, golden beams across the bed, illuminating the fine sheen of sweat on their bodies. He brushed a strand of damp blonde hair from her forehead, his gaze intense, searching.
"You want to be my queen, Gwen," he began, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through her very bones. His hips began a slow, tantalizing roll, a subtle promise of the fucking to come. "You want to watch me take other women, to build a harem for your king. But tell me, how does that future look for you? Really look. My superhero. My queen."
The dual stimulation—the deep, full feeling of his cock moving inside her already-flooded cunt and the dizzying intimacy of his question—made her head spin. She arched into him, craving more. "Alex… fuck… it feels so good when you move like that."
"I know it does," he murmured, dipping his head to capture her nipple through the torn suit fabric with his mouth. He suckled hard, his tongue working over the sensitive nub until she cried out, her back bowing off the bed. "Now answer me. Tell me your fantasy, Gwen. All of it."
"I see a… a penthouse," she gasped, her words fragmenting as he increased the pace of his thrusts, each one a deep, perfect stroke that made her see stars. "High above the city. Big windows. You're on a throne… and I'm on my knees beside you. Your hand is in my hair." Her voice took on a dreamy, lust-heavy quality. "And they're all there… waiting for you. For us."
"Who's there, baby?" he grunted, driving into her with more force now. Slap. Schlllp. The wet sounds of their joining were obscenely loud. "Name them for me."
"Mary Jane… on her knees, her red hair spilled over your leg like a fiery waterfall," Gwen gasped, her voice trembling with desire as Alex's cock pulsed deep inside her. "She's looking up at you with those big green eyes, wide and pleading, begging for a taste of you. Her lips are parted, her tongue flicking out to wet them, and you can see the hunger in her gaze. She's desperate, Alex, so fucking desperate for you to shove your cock down her throat, to make her gag on it, to use her mouth until she's drooling and crying for mercy."
The image sent a fresh jolt of heat through Gwen, and her cunt clenched around him, milking his length with a reflexive squeeze. She arched her back, moaning loudly as she continued. "And then there's Rosaly… your mother. She's standing in the corner, trying to act like she's not watching, but we all know better. Her arms are crossed, but her fingers are twitching, itching to touch herself. She's biting her lip, trying to hold back the moan that's building in her throat. She's so mature, so elegant, but underneath it all, she's just as slutty as the rest of us. She's already wet for you, Alex. You can smell it in the air—the musky scent of her arousal. She wants you to take her, to make her admit how badly she craves her son's cock."
Alex's hips stuttered, a deep, guttural groan escaping him as her words hit him like a punch to the gut. "Fuck, Gwen…" he breathed, his voice thick with a mixture of shock and raw desire. His cock twitched inside her, swelling even further as the image she painted burned into his mind. "I didn't… I never thought about her like that before. But now… fuck, the way you described her… it's driving me insane."
He leaned over her, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "I want to see her squirm, too. I want to hear her beg, to make her say those filthy things you just told me. I want to watch her fall apart because of me." His thrusts grew more frantic, his cock pistoning into her with a reckless urgency. "But right now, baby, you're the one making me lose control. I can't stop thinking about filling you up again, marking you as mine."
Gwen gasped, her nails digging into the sheets as his words sent a fresh wave of heat crashing through her. "Yes, Alex… please. I need it. I need you to cum in me again. Don't stop—don't ever stop."
He growled, his hands gripping her hips like a vise as he pounded into her with abandon. "You're mine, Gwen. Mine to fuck, mine to breed. And when I'm done with you, I'll make sure everyone knows it." The room was filled with the slap of skin on skin, the wet, messy sounds of their coupling echoing off the walls. His cock throbbed, signaling his impending release, and Gwen clenched around him, her own climax building in tandem.
"Cum for me, baby," Alex urged, his voice rough with desperation. "Squeeze my cock tight while I fill you up again. Let's make this real."
Gwen screamed as the first wave of her orgasm hit, her body trembling beneath him. Alex followed moments later, a strangled groan tearing from his throat as he emptied himself into her once more, his seed spilling hot and thick deep inside her cunt. The room was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, their shared pleasure hanging heavy in the air.
As they both came down from their high, Alex pressed a kiss to Gwen's shoulder, his voice soft but laced with promise. "You've awakened something in me, Gwen. And I won't stop until we've made every single one of your fantasies come true."
Gwen's words were interrupted by a guttural groan from Alex as he thrust harder, deeper, his hips slamming into hers with unrelenting force. She could feel every inch of him stretching her, filling her, and it only made her want to confess more. "And Wendy… your little sister," she continued breathlessly. "The bratty brunette who acts like she doesn't love you, like she's above all this. But she's lying, we all know she's lying. She's the neediest of all, always pretending to be indifferent while she secretly watches every move you make. She'll fight it at first, of course, but once you've got her on her knees, once you've got your hand tangled in her hair and your cock pressing against her lips, she'll break. She'll beg. She'll do anything you tell her to, just to feel you inside her."
Alex's breath hitched, his thrusts faltering for a moment as her words sank in. His grip on her hips tightened, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he leaned over her, his voice a low, dangerous rumble. "Fuck, Gwen… you're making me think things I never thought I would. Things I shouldn't." He paused, his cock twitching inside her as he adjusted his angle, driving deeper still. "But now… now I can't stop picturing her. My little sister. That smug look on her face. I want to wipe that smirk off her face, Gwen. I want to see her on her knees, trembling, begging for my cock like the needy little slut she really is."
His voice dropped to a dark whisper, his lips brushing against her ear as he continued. "I want to make her submit, to make her admit how much she wants me. How much she's always wanted me. I want to see her tears, hear her cries as I force her to take every inch of me. And then… then I want to watch as she sucks my cum straight from your pussy, Gwen. I want her to taste us, to know that she'll never be good enough to have me all to herself."
Gwen shuddered beneath him, her cunt clenching around his cock as his words ignited a fresh wave of arousal within her. "Yes, Alex," she moaned, her voice trembling with desire. "Make her beg. Make her yours. Show her who's in control."
Alex growled, his hips surging forward with renewed vigor as he pounded into her with a feral intensity. "You're making me feel things I didn't know I was capable of, Gwen," he admitted roughly, his voice thick with lust and something darker, more primal. "I want to corrupt them all. I want them to know they're mine to use, to fuck, to breed. And you… you're the only one who understands that. The only one who deserves to rule by my side."
His words hung heavy in the air, a dangerous promise of the depravity yet to come. Gwen's moans grew louder, her body writhing beneath his as she approached the edge once more. Alex wasn't far behind, his cock swelling inside her as he felt his release building, ready to claim her once again. The room was thick with the scent of sweat and sex, the sound of their coupling echoing off the walls as they lost themselves in the depths of their shared desires.
The room was thick with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, of wet, squelching noises as Alex fucked her with brutal intensity. Gwen's voice rose higher, more frantic as she confessed the rest. "And then there are the others… all the women you haven't even met yet, but you will. They'll fall for you, Alex, just like I did. They'll crave your touch, your dominance, your seed. Everywhere you go, they'll be waiting for you—the shy ones hiding in the shadows, the bold ones throwing themselves at your feet. And I'll be there, your queen, watching it all, guiding them, teaching them how to please you."
She cried out as another wave of pleasure crashed over her, her words dissolving into incoherent moans. Alex growled low in his throat, his pace never slowing. "You're my perfect whore," he said roughly, his hands gripping her hips hard enough to leave bruises. "My queen of depravity. You want me to fill them all, don't you? To make them scream my name, to leave them dripping with my cum?"
"Yes!" she screamed, her body trembling with the force of her climax. "I want them all to know what it feels like to be owned by you. I want them to wake up every morning with your taste still on their tongues, with your cum still leaking out of their pussies. I want them to ache for you, Alex, just like I do!"
"And you?" Alex demanded, his rhythm becoming punishing, each piston-like thrust driving the air from her lungs. "What are you doing while I fuck them, Gwen? While I bend Mary Jane over that mirror and make her scream? While I make my mom admit how badly she wants it? While I fill Wendy's tight little pussy until my cum is dripping down her thighs?"
"I'm watching!" she screamed, her climax building again, a coil of pure fire in her gut. "I'm directing them! I tell them how to please you! I hold their hands when you're too much for them! I taste your cum on their lips after you've filled them! I'm your queen, Alex! The first and the last! The one you always come home to fuck raw, to pump so full of your seed that I can feel it for days!"
Her confession shattered him. With a guttural roar, he slammed into her, hilting himself as another torrent of cum erupted from his pulsing cock. Gush. Splortch. It was even more voluminous than the last, a hot, relentless flood that instantly expanded within her. Gwen's eyes flew open wide at the incredible pressure, the sensation of being so utterly filled pushing her over the edge into a screaming, convulsing orgasm that left her trembling and gasping.
"Oh my god, Alex! It's so much! I can feel it… I'm so full!" she whimpered, her body hypersensitive, every nerve ending on fire.
He didn't pull out. He stayed buried to the root, grinding his hips in a slow, circular motion, ensuring not a single drop was wasted. He watched, mesmerized, as a thick, pearlescent stream of his release escaped her stretched entrance and trickled onto the sheets beneath them. The sheer volume was staggering.
"That's it, baby," he breathed, his own body shuddering with the aftershocks. "Take every last drop. This is just the beginning. This is me proving I can handle your fantasy. That I can fuck you, and then fuck them, and then come right back to you and fill you up all over again."
He leaned down, capturing her mouth in a searing kiss. When he pulled back, his expression was fierce with possession. "You feel that warmth, Gwen? That's my seed. It's not just cum. It's… potential. It's strength. And I'm pumping it all into you. My queen gets the first claim. The biggest load. The deepest breeding."
He began to move again, his cock, still impossibly hard, sliding through the slick, overflowing mess within her. Sqlish. Glorp. The sounds were filthy, undeniable. Gwen could only moan, her body completely at his mercy, lost in a haze of pleasure and possession.
"You want me to put a baby in them?" he growled, his thrusts regaining their powerful, rhythmic intensity. "Maybe. But you… you'll be the mother of my empire. Your body… your enhanced, beautiful body… will be overflowing with my children. You'll swing through the city with my cum still leaking out of you, knowing you're so fucking full of me that nothing can ever touch you."
The fantasy, the raw, vulgar reality of his words and the relentless, deep fucking, brought her to another crashing peak. She came with a soundless scream, her vision whiting out, her cunt clamping down on him in waves of exquisite pressure.
"Yes! God, yes, Alex! Breed your queen! Make me yours forever!"
Gwen's body trembled beneath him, her voice a desperate whimper as she clawed at the sheets. "Alex, please… don't stop! I need it! Fill me up so much that I can't think, can't breathe! I want to be drowning in your seed, to feel it spilling out of me for hours, days—forever!"
He groaned, his hips pistoning into her with a relentless rhythm, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. The wet, squelching sounds of their coupling filled the room, a filthy symphony that only fueled her frenzy. "Tell me how badly you want it, Gwen," he demanded, his voice rough and commanding. "Beg for my cum. Beg for me to ruin you."
"I'm begging, Alex! Please!" she screamed, her nails digging into his thighs as she arched her back, offering herself completely. "I want to be so full of you that I can't walk, can't move without feeling it. I want your cum leaking out of me, soaking my Spider-Woman suit, marking me as yours! I need it—I need you to overwhelm me!"
His breath hitched, his cock swelling even more inside her as her words drove him to the edge. "Fuck, Gwen… you're going to get everything you're asking for and more," he growled, his pace becoming almost feral. "I'm going to pump you so full that you'll feel me in every inch of your body. You're going to carry my seed with you everywhere you go, a constant reminder of who owns you."
"Yes! Yes!" she cried, her voice breaking as another orgasm tore through her, her cunt clenching around him in desperate pulses. "Breed me, Alex! Make me your fucking queen! Drown me in your seed until I'm nothing but a vessel for your pleasure!"
He let out a guttural roar, his release surging into her with a force that made her scream. Splortch. Glorp. The sheer volume of his cum was overwhelming, filling her to the brink and then some. She could feel it surging deep within her, hot and thick, until it began to spill out around his still-thrusting cock, coating her thighs and pooling beneath them.
"Oh god, Alex… it's too much… but I want more!" she sobbed, her body trembling with the intensity of it all. "Keep going! Don't stop until I'm overflowing with you!"
He didn't stop. He couldn't. His hips slammed into hers again and again, each powerful thrust forcing more of his seed into her already-flooded cunt. The room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, the sound of their pleasure echoing off the walls like a primal declaration.
"You're mine, Gwen," he growled, his hands gripping her hips like a vise. "Mine to fuck. Mine to breed. Mine to fill until there's nothing left but my cum and your scars."
"Yes!" she whimpered, her voice barely audible over the sound of their bodies colliding. "I'm yours, Alex… always yours."
New York, Queens – Gwen's POV
The room was quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside — cars, voices, life moving on as if nothing in the world had changed.
I lay there for a moment, still catching my breath, the warmth of his body pressed lightly against mine. Everything felt hazy — too intimate, too real — and every time my mind tried to replay what had happened, it went straight to the moment I wished it wouldn't.
The part where I'd opened my mouth and said way too much.
I groaned quietly and pulled the blanket up over my face. "You know," I mumbled, my voice muffled, "you completely ruined my suit. It took forever to finish, and now it's ripped and dirty. So, thanks for that."
Alex chuckled softly beside me, but something in his tone didn't sound right — not cold, just… distracted.
I peeked out from under the blanket, studying him. He was staring at the ceiling, one arm resting behind his head, the other draped loosely across his chest. His jaw was tight, his expression unreadable.
At first, I thought I knew what was going on. Of course he was thinking about it — about me, about what I'd said.
The fantasies, the tone of my voice, the way I'd looked at him when I confessed.
Just the thought made heat rise to my cheeks again.
But then… something didn't fit.
He wasn't looking at me like someone replaying my words. There was something deeper there — distant, unsettled.
"You okay?" I asked softly.
He blinked and turned his head toward me, forcing that small, practiced smile. "Yeah. Just thinking."
That answer should have put me at ease, but it didn't. The way he said it — quiet, heavy — told a different story.
And that's when it hit me.
He wasn't thinking about my fantasies at all.
He was thinking about his own — the ones he hadn't known he had until he'd said them out loud.
The ones that had caught him off guard, that he was still trying to understand.
I watched him for a moment longer, and for the first time since I'd met him, I saw something rare in his eyes — not control, not confidence, but uncertainty.
And somehow, that made my heart beat even faster.