Peter's mouth went dry as Natasha Romanoff stood before him, her fingers casually working at
the knot of her bikini top. The small private cabin aboard the Aurora Invicta suddenly felt
incredibly warm.
"This... this has to be some kind of practical joke, right?" Peter's eyes darted around the
luxurious room. "Where's the hidden camera? Is Tony behind this? It has to be Tony."
Natasha's lips curled into that dangerous half-smile he'd seen countless times before missions,
but never directed at him quite like this. "No cameras, Peter. Just us."
"But—but we're friends! Avengers colleagues! There's never been... I mean, you never
seemed..." Peter stammered, backing up until his calves hit the edge of the massive bed.
The black bikini top fell away completely, revealing her full, perfectly shaped breasts. They were
larger than he'd imagined—not that he'd imagined them, he quickly told himself—with pale
pink nipples that hardened in the cool air of the cabin.
"Fuck," Peter whispered involuntarily.
Natasha took a step closer. "I'm flattered you think I wouldn't be attracted to you, Peter. It
speaks to how little you've always understood your own appeal." She reached out, trailing one
finger down his chest. "But this isn't just about attraction. It's about something bigger."
Peter gulped audibly. "The whole multiversal stability thing? That sounds like something Doctor
Strange would make up after too many mystical mushrooms."
"The Web of Life and Destiny is real, Peter, you know this," Natasha said, all business despite her
half-naked state. "Fury has been monitoring interdimensional energy signatures since Emma
became pregnant. The readings spiked again when Storm conceived, and went off the charts
with Jean."
"And what—SHIELD is worried?" Peter tried desperately to keep his eyes on her face.
"Not worried. Planning." Natasha moved closer still. "Your children with these omega-level
mutants will be extraordinary. Reality-shapers. But they'll all be aligned with mutant interests."
Peter frowned. "They'll be our children. Emma and I will raise them to—"
"To respect all life, I know." Natasha nodded. "But power concentrations make governments
nervous. A human mother changes the equation."
"But you can't..." Peter hesitated, not wanting to be insensitive.
"Have children?" Natasha's expression softened slightly. "The Red Room made sure of that. But
Fury believes your connection to the Web might override even that. Something about your...
essence... being able to rewrite biological reality."
Peter's brain was struggling to keep up, distracted as it was by Natasha's proximity and
nakedness. "This is insane. I'm getting married. To Emma. I'm faithful to Emma."
Natasha laughed, a genuine sound that made her breasts bounce slightly. "Peter, who exactly
pushed you into this room?"
"Emma, but—"
"And who approved my application to be here tonight?"
"Emma, I guess, but—"
"And who told me exactly what you like in bed?" Natasha moved into his personal space
entirely, her bare chest pressing against him.
Peter's eyes widened. "She what?"
"Your fiancée is playing chess while everyone else is playing checkers," Natasha murmured, her
hand sliding down to cup him through his pants. "She wants this to happen."
"But why would she—"
"Because Emma Frost is many things, but stupid isn't one of them." Natasha's fingers worked at
his belt. "She knows that if I bear your child, SHIELD becomes invested in protecting all your
offspring. Instant political leverage."
Peter's head was spinning. "So this is... what? A diplomatic mission?"
Natasha pulled back just enough to look him in the eyes, a rare vulnerability crossing her face.
"Not entirely. I've respected you for years, Peter. Watched you grow from a quipping boy into
one of the most reliable men I know. And yes, I've wondered what it would be like."
Her hand slipped inside his pants, wrapping around him with practiced skill. Peter hissed
through his teeth.
"Besides," she continued, her voice dropping to a husky whisper, "it's your bachelor party. Isn't
this what's supposed to happen?"
Peter's resistance was crumbling fast. "I still feel like I'm cheating."
"Call her," Natasha suggested, continuing her ministrations. "Right now. Ask her yourself."
With trembling fingers, Peter pulled out his phone and dialed Emma. She answered on the first
ring.
"Having fun, darling?" Emma's voice was amused.
"Emma, Natasha is—she's—we're—"
"I know exactly what she's doing, Peter. I can see it in your mind." Emma's tone was surprisingly
warm. "Consider it my bachelor gift to you. And a strategic alliance for our family's future."
"You're... okay with this?"
"More than okay. I approved it. Just remember who you're marrying in three days, darling."
"Always," Peter promised.
"Good. Now put the phone down and enjoy yourself. And Natasha? He likes it when you pull his
hair. Not too hard, just enough to let him know who's in control."
Natasha's smile widened as she heard Emma's voice. "Noted."
The call disconnected, and Peter stared at Natasha in disbelief.
"Still feeling guilty?" she asked, pushing him back onto the bed.
"Not... exactly," Peter admitted, his hands finally reaching for her waist.
Natasha straddled him, her athletic body moving with practiced grace. "Good. Because we have
a lot to accomplish tonight." She leaned down, her lips brushing his ear. "And I never fail a
mission."
Natasha's lips crashed against Peter's with fierce intensity, her tongue delving deep into his
mouth as she pressed her body firmly against his. Her leg slid sensually up and down his thigh,
creating delicious friction between them. The kiss was hungry, demanding—nothing like the
hesitant exchanges they'd shared during Avengers missions.
When she finally broke away, her breath hot against his ear, Peter felt dizzy with desire.
"Mmm, I should have made you a man years ago," she whispered, her voice husky with want.
"When you first joined the Avengers... I should have pulled you into my quarters after that first
mission while everyone was celebrating."
"Natasha..." Peter gasped as her teeth grazed his earlobe.
"I could have had you screaming my name," she continued, her hands roaming possessively
over his chest. "Sluch... Would you have liked that, Peter? Having the Black Widow teach you
everything about a woman's body?"
Her fingers deftly unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his muscled torso. She traced the defined lines
of his abs, a look of appreciation crossing her face.
"I bet you would have called me 'mommy' back then," she teased, her eyes darkening with
desire. "Such a young spider, so eager to please."
Peter gulped audibly as Natasha broke their embrace and slowly, deliberately sank to her knees
before him. Her hands caressed his thighs, moving upward to his crotch, feeling the impressive
bulge straining against his pants.
"Emma told me you were... gifted," Natasha murmured, working his zipper down with practiced
ease. "But surely she was exaggerating..."
As Peter's cock sprang free, flopping heavily onto her exposed breasts, Natasha's eyes widened
in genuine surprise. "Bozhe moi!" she cursed loudly in Russian, staring at his nine-inch length
throbbing against her skin.
"Fuck, Parker," she breathed, licking her full red lips as she wrapped a hand around his girth,
barely able to close her fingers around him. "Emma is a goddamn cheater for hiding you away
from the rest of us."
She stroked him slowly, her thumb gathering the bead of pre-cum from his tip. "Jessica Drew
would have locked you down as a husband ages ago if she knew you were packing all this cock.
Kate Bishop would have never let you leave her bedroom."
"Ungh... Natasha..." Peter groaned, his hips involuntarily bucking forward.
"Shhh," she soothed, placing a delicate kiss on his tip. "Let me take care of you."
Her tongue swirled around his crown, leaving wet trails as she worked her way down his shaft.
The sight of the legendary Black Widow worshipping his cock made Peter's knees weak. He
threaded his fingers through her fiery red hair, marveling at how soft it felt.
"Mmm... slurp... so fucking thick," Natasha moaned, her lips stretching around him as she took
him deeper. To Peter's astonishment, she engulfed his length with surprising ease, taking him
into her throat with practiced skill.
"Holy... fuck," Peter hissed through gritted teeth as Natasha's throat muscles contracted around
him. She looked up at him with those piercing green eyes, maintaining eye contact as she
swallowed his entire length until her lips pressed against his base.
One of her hands massaged his heavy balls, feeling their fullness as she bobbed her head up and
down his shaft. The wet sounds of her mouth—slurp, gulp, mmm—filled the cabin, punctuated
by Peter's increasingly desperate moans.
"Natasha, I'm going to—I can't hold—" Peter warned, his fingers tightening in her hair.
Rather than pulling away, Natasha doubled her efforts, taking him deeper into her throat. The
tight, wet heat was too much for Peter to resist. His body tensed as pleasure exploded through
him.
"Ahhh... FUCK!" he cried out as his release hit with stunning force.
Natasha's eyes widened at the thick, copious spurts filling her mouth. She moaned around his
cock as she swallowed, the vibrations sending additional waves of pleasure through him. Peter
shuddered, his legs trembling as she continued to milk him dry.
To his amazement, the stimulation was so intense that Natasha herself shuddered in pleasure.
Her thighs quivered as she squirted onto the cabin floor, her climax triggered by the taste and
sensation of Peter's release. Her eyes rolled back as she moaned in Russian, "Bozhe, eto tak
khorosho," her body convulsing with unexpected pleasure.
Even as the last pulses of his orgasm subsided, Peter remained rock hard in her mouth. Natasha
pulled back slightly, licking her lips as she cleaned his shaft with gentle swipes of her tongue, her
expression a mixture of satisfaction and disbelief.
"Still hard?" she questioned, stroking him with renewed interest. "Emma wasn't exaggerating
about your stamina either."
She rose to her feet, her legs still slightly unsteady from her own climax. "I came just from
sucking your cock," she admitted, a rare flush of embarrassment coloring her cheeks. "That's
never happened before."
Peter reached for her, pulling her close. "Beginners luck…."
"Or maybe you're just that good," Natasha countered, pressing her large breasts against his
chest.
She was genuinely surprised when Peter effortlessly lifted her into his arms. His superhuman
strength made her feel weightless as he carried her to the massive bed, her naked breasts
pressed against his chest.
"You first," Peter said firmly, laying her down on the silk sheets. "I want to taste you."
"Mmm, such a gentleman," Natasha purred as he positioned himself between her thighs. "Most
men would just—ohhh fuck!"
Her sentence dissolved into a sharp cry as Peter's mouth claimed her pussy with unexpected
hunger. His tongue parted her slick folds with deliberate precision, exploring every sensitive inch
of her cunt like he was mapping territory. Natasha's back arched involuntarily, her hands flying
to his hair.
"Slurp... mmm... you taste amazing," Peter murmured against her sensitive flesh, his hot breath
making her shiver. His tongue circled her clit before sucking it gently between his lips, causing
Natasha's thighs to tremble uncontrollably.
"Blyat! How are you so—ungh—so good at this?" she gasped, grinding her hips against his face.
Her legendary control was slipping away with each expert flick of his tongue. "Emma's been...
ahh... keeping secrets from all of us."
Peter hummed against her pussy, the vibrations sending electric jolts through her core. He
slipped two fingers inside her, curling them upward to stroke her g-spot while his tongue
continued its relentless assault on her clit. The combination was devastating.
"Oh god, Peter... fuck... don't stop," Natasha begged, her voice uncharacteristically desperate.
"Right there, yes, just like that... please..."
The Black Widow—trained to withstand torture, to never break—was falling apart beneath
Peter Parker's mouth. Her tits heaved with each ragged breath, nipples painfully hard as waves
of pleasure crashed through her body. Peter's free hand reached up to squeeze one breast,
pinching the nipple just hard enough to send her teetering on the edge.
"I'm going to—ohhhh—I'm coming!" Natasha cried out, her body convulsing as her orgasm hit
with brutal intensity. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around his fingers as a gush of her juices
flooded his mouth. Peter didn't relent, drinking her essence eagerly as she rode out her climax.
"Fuuuck," Natasha panted, her body still twitching with aftershocks. "I'll never forgive Emma for
hoarding you all to herself. That mouth should be shated with all women."
Peter grinned up at her, his face glistening with her arousal. "I'm just getting started," he
promised, crawling up her body. His massive cock dragged against her stomach, leaving a trail of
pre-cum on her toned abs.
Instead of waiting for him to take control, Natasha summoned her remaining strength and
flipped them over in one fluid motion, pinning Peter beneath her. His look of surprise quickly
morphed into one of appreciation as she straddled his hips.
"My turn," she announced, positioning herself above his thick shaft. "I need this cock inside me
now."
She sank down slowly, her eyes widening as his girth stretched her impossibly. "Fuck... you're so
big," she gasped, her pussy struggling to accommodate him. "It's like being split in half."
Peter's hands gripped her ass cheeks, helping guide her down his length. "Take your time," he
whispered, though the strain in his voice betrayed his own desperate need.
"Mmm... such a sweet boy," Natasha moaned, finally taking him to the hilt. She leaned forward,
her tits dangling temptingly above his face. "But I don't want gentle. I want you to fuck me like
you mean it."
Peter moved to suck on one of her rosy nipples, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak
while his hands found her waist. Natasha's eyes widened in surprise as he suddenly gripped her
hips firmly and shoved her down onto the rest of his massive cock, making her scream out in a
mixture of shock and pleasure.
"Ohhhh FUCK!" she cried, her voice breaking as he began thrusting in and out of her mercilessly.
Her fat, shapely ass jiggled with each powerful impact, the sound of skin slapping against skin
filling the cabin. "Blyat! So... mmm... so fucking deep!"
Peter's hand came down sharply on her ass cheek, leaving a red handprint on her pale skin. The
unexpected spanking sent jolts of pleasure-pain through her body. "Slap! You like that, don't
you?" he growled, his voice barely recognizable with lust. "Slap! Tell me how much you love this
cock stretching your tight little pussy."
"I love it! Ungh! Your cock is so fucking big... ahh... destroying my cunt!" Natasha babbled, her
usual composure completely shattered. Her tits bounced wildly with each thrust, nipples hard
as diamonds. "Mmm... slurp... kiss... never been fucked this good before!"
Within six minutes of his relentless pounding, Natasha's body betrayed her completely. Her
pussy clenched around him in violent spasms as an overwhelming orgasm crashed through her. "PETER!" she screamed, squirting hard around his shaft, her juices soaking the bed beneath
them. Her thighs trembled uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
"That's it, cum all over my cock," Peter encouraged, maintaining his brutal pace even as her
pussy convulsed around him. "Your tight little cunt feels so good squeezing me like that."
Natasha had confidently told Emma she would drain Peter's balls of cum, asserting her
legendary sexual prowess. Now, as her body shook with yet another climax, she realized the
tables had turned completely. It seemed instead that Peter would leave her a tired, sated mess
on the bed. Her eyes rolled back as her third orgasm hit, her mouth open in a silent scream.
Just when she thought she couldn't take anymore, Peter suddenly stopped pounding and
flipped them over with effortless strength, positioning himself atop her. He captured her mouth
in a deep, passionate kiss, swallowing her moans as he arranged her legs, pushing her knees
back toward her shoulders in a perfect mating press position.
"Mmm... slurp... oh god, Peter..." Natasha whimpered against his lips, feeling completely at his
mercy in this new position. Her pussy was completely exposed, utterly vulnerable to his assault.
"Now I'm going to really fuck you," Peter promised darkly, his eyes gleaming with primal hunger.
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, hitting depths that made
Natasha see stars.
The new angle allowed him to pound into her with even greater force, each thrust hitting her
cervix directly. Natasha screamed uncontrollably, alternating between English and Russian as
the pleasure became almost unbearable.
"DA! DA! FUCK ME! Your cock is so deep... UNGH... fucking my womb! BOZHE MOI!" she cried,
her nails raking down his back hard enough to draw blood. "Please, Peter... AHH... fill me up! I
need your cum... FUCK... breed me like you did those mutant bitches!"
Her dirty talk spurred Peter on, his hips moving at superhuman speed as he pounded her cunt
into complete submission. The bed frame creaked dangerously beneath them, threatening to
collapse under the force of their coupling.
"You want my cum, Natasha?" Peter growled into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down
her spine. "You want me to knock you up like I did Emma and Storm and Jean?"
"YES!" Natasha begged shamelessly, beyond caring about her reputation or pride. "Please fill my
womb with your thick seed! Make me pregnant with your powerful children! FUCK... I need it so
bad!"
With a final eager thrust, Peter buried himself as deep as physically possible within her and
came with a primal roar. Natasha's eyes flew open wide as she felt it—an absolute flood of hot,
thick seed erupting inside her like a garden hose. The sheer volume and force of his release
triggered something profound within her body.
A strange tingling sensation spread through her lower abdomen as Peter's cum continued to
pump into her in endless spurts. Natasha gasped as she felt something impossible—her womb,
scarred and barren from the Red Room's procedures, suddenly healing and restoring itself
under the influence of Peter's connection to the Web of Life and Destiny.
"Oh my god," she whispered in awe as she felt the change happening inside her. The realization
that her body was being restored, that she could finally bear children after decades of believing
it impossible, made her explode in the most powerful orgasm of her life.
"PETER!" Natasha screamed in absolute ecstasy, tears of joy streaming down her face as she
flooded his crotch with her squirted juices. Her entire body convulsed in waves of pleasure so
intense they bordered on pain. She grabbed his face and kissed him with absolute devotion,
pouring all her gratitude and newfound adoration into the kiss.
"Mmm... slurp... thank you," she whispered against his lips, her voice thick with emotion.
"You've given me back something I thought was lost forever."
Peter finally pulled out of her with a wet sound, an ocean of his thick jizz immediately spurting
out of her defeated pussy and pooling beneath her on the bed. Natasha lay there panting, her
body covered in a sheen of sweat, her limbs feeling like jelly. Despite her enhanced stamina and
years of intensive training, Peter had fucked her to her absolute limit.
She looked down in shock to see his cock barely affected by their intense session—still hard and
ready, bobbing between his legs as if they hadn't just spent the last hour in the most intense
sexual encounter of her life.
"How are you still hard?" she asked incredulously, her voice hoarse from screaming.
Peter smiled wickedly and pulled her to him, effortlessly flipping her over and positioning her on
her hands and knees. His hand caressed her ass appreciatively before delivering another sharp
slap that made her yelp.
"Dawn is still ten hours away," he whispered in her ear, positioning his massive cock at her
entrance again. "And I'm just getting started."
"But I can't—AHHH!" Natasha's protest transformed into a scream of pleasure as Peter thrust
into her from behind, his cock reaching even deeper in this position. Her back arched
involuntarily as he established a punishing rhythm, his balls slapping against her clit with each
thrust.
"Your pussy says otherwise," Peter chuckled darkly, grabbing a fistful of her red hair and pulling
just hard enough to arch her back further. "Look at how wet you still are for me. Your cunt is
practically begging for more of my cock."
"Ungh... fuck... you're right," Natasha admitted, pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts. "Use
me... mmm... use my pussy however you want. I'm yours tonight."
As Natasha's pleasured screams filled the cabin once more, she had one last coherent thought
before surrendering completely to the ecstasy: Emma Frost might be the smartest woman alive
for securing this man as her husband.
Outside the private cabin, a luxurious viewing lounge had been discreetly arranged where the
fifty selected ladies Emma had chosen for Peter's entertainment gathered around large, highdefinition screens. The monitors displayed every angle of Natasha's thorough conquest, though
Emma had carefully used her telepathic abilities to filter out any mentions of SHIELD, the Web
of Life, or Peter's secret identity. To these women, they were simply watching an anonymous
buxom, fat assed Russian redhead being utterly dominated by their host's fiancé.
"Bozhe moi!" Natasha's scream echoed through the speakers as Peter pounded her in the
mating press position, her legs pushed back toward her shoulders.
"Holy shit," whispered a tall blonde from Sweden, her hand unconsciously moving to her throat.
"Look at how deep he's going. I don't think I could take all of that."
A curvaceous Brazilian dancer leaned forward, her eyes wide. "The way she's squirting... I've
never seen a woman cum like that from penetration alone."
The women watched, transfixed, as Peter flipped Natasha onto her hands and knees, his stillhard cock glistening with their combined fluids before he thrust back into her from behind.
"Mmmmfff... FUCK!" Natasha's voice broke as Peter pulled her hair, forcing her back to arch at
an impossible angle.
"Look at how much he came inside her," gasped one of the Japanese hostesses, pointing to the
thick white fluid leaking down Natasha's thighs. "So much seed... sugoi... he would make
beautiful babies with just one try."
"That man could repopulate an entire country," agreed her friend, fanning herself. "No wonder
Miss Frostgot pregnant so quickly!"
A statuesque Black woman with intricate braids shook her head in disbelief as Peter continued
thrusting, showing no signs of fatigue. "I've been with professional athletes who couldn't last
five minutes, and he's been going for how long now?"
"Almost two hours," another woman confirmed, checking her watch. "And he's still hard as
steel."
"He would destroy my ass if he pounded me like that," a blonde Southern belle drawled, her
accent thickening with arousal. "I wouldn't be able to walk for a week."
"Worth it," someone else chimed in, triggering a wave of laughter and murmurs of agreement.
Emma Frost stood at the back of the room, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she caressed
her pregnant belly. The twins inside her seemed to respond to her touch, a gentle telepathic
hum of contentment flowing between them. She reveled in the lustful comments flying around
the room—each one a tribute to her soon-to-be husband's prowess, each one confirming she
had claimed the most desirable man on the ship.
The door to the lounge opened, and Emma's smile tightened imperceptibly as Mary Jane
Watson and Felicia Hardy entered. Both women wore stunning outfits that left little to the
imagination—Mary Jane in an emerald silk dress with a plunging neckline that matched her
eyes, Felicia in a backless silver number that clung to her curves like liquid metal. Expensive
jewelry adorned their necks and wrists, clearly chosen to impress.
Emma moved toward them with grace, one hand still resting protectively on her swollen belly.
The gesture wasn't lost on either woman—a silent reminder of who had claimed Peter Parker in
the most primal way possible.
Felicia had already borrowed one of the tablets displaying the live feed from the cabin. Her eyes
were wide with shock and unmistakable desire as she watched Peter manhandle Natasha
Romanoff—the legendary Black Widow—as if she were a ragdoll, reducing the super-spy to a
quivering, begging mess.
"Slap! Take it all, Natasha," Peter growled on screen, his hand coming down on her ass. "Slap!
You wanted this cock, now you're getting every inch."
"Unnngh... yes... please... more!" Natasha babbled, her usual composure completely shattered.
"Jesus Christ," Felicia whispered, her breathing shallow. "That's... that's not the Peter I knew."
Emma's lips curved into a knowing smile. "The Peter you knew was a boy. The man I'm marrying
has... evolved." She leaned closer to Felicia, her voice dropping to a confidential tone. "Be ready
after lunch tomorrow. I expect you'll be his entertainment for the afternoon."
Felicia's eyes widened, a complex mixture of anxiety and raw lust crossing her beautiful
features. "I... we would need to talk first. Before anything happened."
"Of course," Emma agreed smoothly. "Peter is nothing if not a gentleman. Despite
appearances." She gestured toward the screen where Peter was now holding Natasha up
against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded her relentlessly.
"Mmm... slurp... kiss... fuck me harder!" Natasha moaned as Peter's mouth claimed hers in a
searing kiss.
Mary Jane couldn't tear her eyes away from the display. Her cheeks were flushed, and Emma
didn't need telepathy to know the redhead was imagining herself in Natasha's place.
"What about me?" Mary Jane asked, finally dragging her gaze from the screen to meet Emma's
icy blue eyes.
Emma shrugged elegantly, her diamond earrings catching the light. "As I told you during your
interview, it's Peter's choice whether he talks to you or fucks you." Her tone hardened slightly.
"And if he chooses neither, you'll serve as arm candy for our wealthy guests. Whether you
choose to fuck them is entirely your decision."
Mary Jane flinched slightly at Emma's bluntness, but nodded her understanding.
"Ohhhh FUCK!" Natasha screamed on screen as another powerful orgasm ripped through her,
her body convulsing against Peter's.
Emma turned to address the entire room, her voice carrying with natural authority. "Ladies,
while I appreciate your... enthusiasm... for my future husband's talents, I suggest you don't stay
up all night watching. Get some rest." Her smile turned predatory. "You'll need your energy if he
chooses you tomorrow."
With that, Emma glided from the room, leaving a chorus of whispers in her wake. As the door
closed behind her, she allowed herself a moment of pure satisfaction. Everything was
proceeding exactly as planned. Peter was proving himself worthy of the dynasty they would
build together, and soon, with Natasha carrying his child as well, they would have SHIELD's
protection added to their growing power base.
Emma placed both hands on her belly, feeling the twins respond to her touch with gentle
telepathic pulses. "Your father is quite something, isn't he?" she whispered to them. "And soon,
you'll have even more siblings to help us reshape this world."
Inside the cabin, completely unaware of his audience, Peter continued claiming Natasha with
relentless passion, both of them lost in the pleasure of their union and the miracle taking place
within her healing womb.