Steam still rises from my skin as I flop down on my dorm bed, hair damp against the pillow. The shower washed away the sweat and grime of tonight's adventures, but not the memories. Not the feeling of Spider-Woman's body against mine, the way she moved, the sounds she made.
I stare at the ceiling. My muscles ache pleasantly, a mix of post-teleportation fatigue and the satisfying soreness that comes after good sex.
"Fucking Spider-Woman," I mutter to the empty room, the words hanging in the air with dual meaning.
The whole thing was incredible, the kind of encounter that should have me floating on cloud nine, but something feels off. Like scratching an itch only to find it wasn't the right spot after all.
I roll onto my side, pulling my blanket over my shoulders. The truth is, as amazing as tonight was, I can't picture a future with someone who spends their evenings swinging between skyscrapers and fighting supervillains. Someone whose face I'll hardly see. Someone whose life will always be chaos incarnate, whose priorities will never include normal things like dinner dates or weekend trips or… any of the things I've always wanted to do with a partner.
I find my thoughts drifting to Ellie. Stubborn, terrifying, beautiful Ellie with her sharp edges and unexpected moments of tenderness. The hole in my heart where she should be feels more pronounced tonight, not less.
"This is so stupid," I whisper into my pillow. "We only slept together twice, and both times were because of my freaky incubus powers."
But that's not the whole truth, is it? Both times she saved my life first. Carried me when I couldn't walk, protected me when I couldn't protect myself. There's something there beneath all that anger and posturing, something real.
I close my eyes, exhaustion finally overtaking my racing thoughts. The image of Ellie's face floats in my mind, those piercing blue eyes that see right through me, that predatory smile that makes my heart race. And her abs… Those perfect gutters built contain my cum…
"She's just so fucking hot," I sigh into the darkness.
Just as sleep begins to claim me, the sound of my dorm room lock clicking open snaps me back to consciousness. My eyes fly open, heart instantly hammering in my chest.
Ellie stands in the doorway, her silhouette backlit by the hallway light. Even in shadow, I can feel the rage radiating from her like heat from a furnace. She steps inside with deliberate calm, closes the door behind her, and locks it with a soft, definitive click.
"I didn't give you a key," I say, voice rough with exhaustion as I push myself up onto my elbows.
Ellie doesn't respond immediately. Instead, she holds up her right hand, extending her index finger. A thin black tendril slithers from her fingertip, writhing in the dim light before reshaping itself into what looks like a perfect key.
"Don't need one," she finally says, her voice unnervingly controlled despite the fury burning in her eyes.
The symbiote tendril retracts, disappearing beneath her skin with a liquid ripple. She takes another step toward me, and I instinctively press my back against the wall. Something about her is different tonight—more dangerous than I've ever seen her.
"You fucked Spider-Woman." It's not a question. Her voice is flat, emotionless, but her eyes tell a different story.
I stare at her, my heartbeat thundering in my ears. There's no point in lying, not when she somehow already knows the truth.
"Yes," I admit, the word hanging heavy between us.
"Because you teleported so much while fighting that assassin." Her eyes never leaving mine as she speaks. "All those short jumps, building up all that energy."
I nod, swallowing hard. "Yes."
In a blur of motion I can barely track, she's suddenly on the bed, straddling me, both hands wrapping around my throat. Her fingers press into my windpipe with just enough force to make breathing difficult but not impossible. I don't fight back. I just lie there, looking up at her as she towers over me.
To my horror I feel myself getting hard beneath her. The pressure of her weight, the danger, the intensity in those blue eyes, it's intoxicating. I try to will my body not to respond, knowing it will only make her angrier.
"So much for wanting to date me, huh?" she growls, tightening her grip slightly. Her eyes flash with something beyond anger, betrayal, maybe.
"You didn't want me!" I shoot back, my voice strained against her grip. "Every time I asked you out, you said no. Every single time!"
Her fingers tighten around my throat, enough to make black spots dance at the edges of my vision. I grab her wrists instinctively, not trying to pull her off, just holding on.
"If I'm with you, this thing might kill you," she whispers, her voice suddenly hollow.
I watch in fascination as the symbiote physically reacts to her words, bubbles across her skin in agitated waves, black tendrils lashing out from her shoulders like angry whips.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Ellie suddenly screams, not at me, but at some voice I can't hear. Her head jerks to the side as if she's arguing with someone invisible. "Of course that's why! What else would it be?"
I stare at her, mesmerized by the conflict playing out across her face. The symbiote's tendrils whip around her like a storm, responding to emotions I can only guess at.
"Ellie, I'm not afraid of it," I say firmly, reaching up to touch her face despite her grip on my throat.
Her eyes snap back to mine, widening with surprise. "No shit, Shane," she growls, but the pressure on my windpipe eases slightly. "I'm afraid for you."
The symbiote calms momentarily, tendrils retracting as if listening. I slide my hand to cup her cheek, feeling her lean into the touch despite herself.
"I want you, Ellie," I whisper, my voice raw with emotion. "I don't want anyone else. Not Spider-Woman, not anyone."
Her grip loosens further, fingers trembling against my skin. For a moment, vulnerability replaces rage in those piercing blue eyes.
"You don't understand what you're saying," she murmurs, the symbiote rippling across her shoulders in agitated waves. "This thing inside me... it's possessive. Jealous. It wants to consume you in every way possible."
"It's just reflecting your own internal feelings," I tell her, my voice surprisingly steady despite her hands still at my throat. "Exaggerating them. The symbiote's feeding off what you're already feeling, Ellie. It's not controlling you, it's amplifying you."
Her eyes widen, something vulnerable flashing across her face. The symbiote ripples violently at first, as if offended by my analysis, but then it seems to pause, considering.
I feel the first cool tendril touch my arm, sliding across my skin like liquid silk. Another wraps gently around my wrist, then my forearm. More tendrils extend from Ellie's body, reaching for me with what almost feels like... longing. They coil around my chest, my shoulders, my waist, not restraining, but embracing.
Ellie's gaze follows the movement of the symbiote, watching with an expression I can't quite read as the black tendrils continue to wrap around me. There's something almost tender in the way the alien substance cradles my body, like it's trying to bridge the gap between us.
"If we're doing this," she says finally, her voice low and serious, "there are rules." Her eyes lock with mine, intense and unwavering. "No fucking around. I mean it, Shane. No matter how horny you get from your little teleporting trick, you fuck me and me alone."
My heart hammers against my ribs, each beat echoing in my ears. "That's all I want to do in the first place," I tell her, my voice surprisingly steady despite the emotional hurricane inside me. "It's only ever been you, Ellie."
Her expression softens for just a moment before hardening into something possessive, primal.
"You're mine from now on," she declares, the symbiote's tendrils tightening around me as if to emphasize her point. "When you go out on patrol, I'll be your shadow. Always."
A smile spreads across my face as hope blooms in my chest. "You're going to be a hero with me?"
Her face contorts in disgust, nose wrinkling and lips curling. "Shut the fuck up," she growls, and then she's kissing me.
There's no pheromones this time, no supernatural lust driving us together. This is pure Ellie, fierce, demanding, and completely real. Her lips crash against mine with bruising intensity, claiming rather than asking. I respond immediately, matching her fervor with my own.
The symbiote moves between us, not separating but connecting, creating impossible sensations where it touches both our skin simultaneously. It's like feeling her through a living conduit, every heartbeat, every shiver, transmitted directly from her body to mine.
When we finally break apart, both gasping for air, her blue eyes lock with mine.
The intensity of her gaze ignites something primal within me. Before I can take another breath, her hands are tearing at my shirt, ripping the fabric apart with inhuman strength. They shred like tissue paper.
"Jesus Christ!" I gasp as cool air hits my exposed skin, goosebumps rising across my chest.
The symbiote recedes from her skin like black tide pulling away from shore. It's mesmerizing to watch, the way it peels back, revealing inch after inch of her toned, muscular form. Her athletic curves emerge from the darkness, skin tan and perfect in the dim light filtering through my window blinds.
In seconds, she's completely nude above me, powerful thighs still straddling my hips, her body a masterpiece that makes my breath catch. The symbiote hasn't fully retreated though, thin tendrils still dance across her shoulders and spine like living tattoos, responding to her emotions.
"Mine," she growls, the single word vibrating through me with possessive intensity. Her hands press against my chest, pinning me to the mattress as her blue eyes bore into mine. "Say it, Shane. I need to hear you say it."
"I'm yours," I answer without hesitation, the truth of it resonating through my entire being.
Her lips curve into a predatory smile that sends heat surging through me. The symbiote responds to her satisfaction, purring around us both like some alien cat, tendrils extending to caress my skin with feather-light touches.
"And this," she murmurs, grinding her hips against mine, the heat between her legs scorching even through my thin boxers, "is mine too."
I nod frantically, unable to form words as she reaches down and tears away my last remaining piece of clothing. The elastic snaps like thread under her fingers, and suddenly we're skin to skin, nothing between us.
"You won't ever fuck someone else again," she continues, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper as she leans forward, her breasts brushing against my chest. "Especially not Spider-Woman, not anyone. Just me."
"Just you," I agree, my hands finding her waist, marveling at the contrast between her soft skin and the hard muscle beneath. "I only want you, Ellie."
She raises herself up, hovering just above me, her eyes never leaving mine. I feel her hand wrap around my cock, positioning me at her entrance. The sensation alone nearly undoes me.
"Whose are you?" she demands, squeezing me just hard enough to make me gasp.
"Yours, Ellie," I breathe, my hands clutching her thighs. "Only yours."
With a predatory smile, she sinks down onto me in one swift motion, taking me completely inside her. The feeling is overwhelming, hot, tight, perfect—and I cry out, my back arching off the bed.
"Fuck," she hisses, her head falling back as she adjusts to the feeling of me inside her.
She doesn't give me time to adjust. Her hips begin to move immediately, setting a punishing pace that has me seeing stars. Her powerful thighs flex as she rides me, using my body for her pleasure with single-minded determination.
Every thrust sends waves of pleasure crashing through me, building higher with each savage roll of her hips. I'm completely at her mercy as she takes what she wants, pinning my shoulders with enough force that I'll probably have bruises tomorrow. The thought only excites me more.
"Fuck, Ellie," I gasp, my voice breaking as she slams down particularly hard. "You feel so fucking good."
Her response is to grab my throat again, squeezing just enough to make my vision blur at the edges. The symbiote extends from her fingers, black tendrils wrapping around my neck like a living collar, tightening and loosening in perfect rhythm with her movements.
"You like this?" she growls, leaning down so her face is inches from mine, her blue eyes boring into me with predatory intensity. "You like being fucked like this?"
"Yes," I manage to choke out, the pressure on my throat making each word a struggle. "God, yes."
She releases my throat suddenly, only to slap me hard across the face. The sting blooms across my cheek, hot and sharp, sending an unexpected jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
For a second, Ellie freezes, her hand still hovering in the air. A flicker of uncertainty crosses her face, like she's just realizing what she's done, how far she's pushed. I meet her gaze and nod, feeling my lips curve into a smile that tells her everything she needs to know.
Her expression transforms, uncertainty blossoming into a wide, almost feral grin. Something primal ignites in those blue eyes as she realizes I'm not just accepting her roughness, I'm craving it.
"You liked that, didn't you?" she purrs, bringing her hand down to caress the reddening spot on my cheek, the gentleness a stark contrast to the sting that still lingers.
"Yes," I gasp as she rolls her hips, still impaled on me. "Please, don't stop."
Her hand tangles in my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat. She leans down, and I brace for another slap, but instead, her lips brush against my neck with unexpected tenderness, placing feather-light kisses along my pulse point.
"Mine," she whispers against my skin, her voice softer now but no less possessive.
The symbiote flows across her back in excited waves as she continues to ride me, her pace unrelenting. Her free hand finds my face again, this time cracking across my other cheek with enough force to make my ears ring.
Before I can process the pain, her mouth is on mine, kissing me with such desperate tenderness it steals my breath away. The contrast is dizzying, pain followed immediately by comfort, violence chased by affection. Each slap is a claim, each kiss a promise.
"I've wanted you for so long," she confesses against my lips, her voice breaking slightly. When she pulls back, her eyes are wild with something beyond lust, a desperate, consuming need that makes my chest ache.
Her hips never stop moving, driving me deeper inside her with each powerful thrust.
"Look at me," she demands, grabbing my chin and forcing my gaze to lock with hers.
What I see nearly undoes me. Behind the dominance, behind the possessiveness, her eyes are screaming with naked want, not just for my body, but for me. All of me. It's raw and terrifying in its intensity, like staring into the heart of a storm that's been brewing for months.
"I see you," I whisper, reaching up to touch her face. "I see you, Ellie."
My hands grip her hips as I thrust upward to meet her savage rhythm, our bodies colliding with enough force to make the bed frame creak in protest.
"Fuck, Ellie," I gasp, drowning in the intensity of her gaze. "I'm yours. All yours."
The symbiote dances across her skin like liquid shadow, stretching between us to create impossible sensations where we connect. It slides along my chest, my neck, my face, not controlling but enhancing, amplifying every point of contact between our bodies until I can't tell where I end and she begins.
Her movements grow more frantic, more desperate. She's chasing her pleasure with single-minded determination, using my body as her instrument. The sight of her above me, powerful, primal, perfect, pushes me closer to the edge with each roll of her hips.
"That's it," she growls, her voice thick with desire as she slams down onto me. "Take it. Take everything I'm giving you."
I feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, hot and insistent. Each thrust drives me deeper into her welcoming heat, the tight grip of her body around mine threatening to unravel me completely. The symbiote tendrils wrap around my wrists, pinning them to the mattress as Ellie takes full control.
"I want to feel you cum inside me," she demands, her blue eyes wild with need. "Fill me up, Shane. Make me yours like I'm making you mine."
I strain against the symbiote's hold, not to escape but to push deeper, harder into her. She rewards me with a moan that might be the most beautiful sound I've ever heard, raw and honest and completely uninhibited.
My vision whites out as pleasure explodes through every nerve ending in my body. I thrust upward one final time, burying myself as deep inside her as physically possible as I erupt, pumping hot pulses of release into her core.
Ellie throws her head back with a primal scream, her body convulsing around mine as she reaches her own climax. The symbiote reacts to her pleasure, tendrils writhing across her skin in ecstatic patterns. Her inner muscles clench and release around me in waves, milking every last drop as we ride out our shared orgasm together.
After a minute of vigorous bouncing, Ellie slows her movements, her body still pulsing around mine as she extracts every last drop. Her expression softens as she looks down at me, a satisfied smile playing across her lips. Sweat glistens on her skin in the dim light, making her look almost ethereal.
"There," she whispers, her voice husky and pleased. "That's all of it."
With surprising gentleness, she lifts herself off me, then flips our positions in one smooth motion. I find myself sprawled across her chest, my ear pressed against the steady rhythm of her heartbeat. The symbiote has settled, now just a thin layer beneath her skin that feels oddly comforting against my cheek.
"You look like you're ready to fall asleep," she murmurs, one hand coming up to stroke my hair. Her fingers thread through the strands, massaging my scalp in slow, hypnotic circles.
"Yeah," I manage to mumble, my eyelids already growing heavy. The combination of intense sex and emotional exhaustion is pulling me rapidly toward unconsciousness. "I am."
Ellie continues playing with my hair, her strong fingers occasionally tracing down to caress the nape of my neck. It's soothing in a way I never expected from someone so fierce, so dangerous.
"Well, go ahead then," she says, her voice a low rumble I can feel vibrating through her chest.
I feel myself drifting, floating on the edge of consciousness as her heartbeat drums a steady lullaby beneath my ear. The symbiote shifts slightly, adjusting to create a perfect cushion between us, warm and secure.
"Are you going to be here in the morning?"
She scoffs quietly, but there's no real annoyance behind it. Her arms tighten around me, one hand still buried in my hair.
"Expect to see me every morning from now on, Shane," she whispers, pressing her lips gently against the top of my head.
It's the last thing I register before sleep claims me completely, my consciousness fading into peaceful darkness wrapped in Ellie's protective embrace.