Hey sorry for the late chapter but I had to take some extra hours at both jobs not to mention the snow storm that hit anyway I really hope you like this one it has the best sex scenes I've written so far but sorry if the grammars not up to snuff also left a cameo appearance the real og marvel fans know who it is.
Dennis's POV
Wednesday dawn crept through the mansion's grand windows, casting golden streaks across the dining hall. The scent of Gordon's breakfast masterpiece hung heavy—eggs Benedict piled high, bacon crisp, fresh scones steaming. I slid into my seat at the head, tight black shirt hugging my frame, jeans snug, leather jacket slung over the chair back. Boots scuffed the polished floor as I piled my plate.
Scott shoveled the last bite, amber eyes flashing my way. "Patrol tonight, alpha. Angel's geared." He clapped Jason's shoulder—still digging in—and vanished toward the garage, wolfish stride silent.
Jason grunted around a mouthful, scarred hands steady. "West side pings holding. Rogue's trail cold. Eat fast, Oscorp feeds waiting.''
Angel swirled coffee, midnight blue duster draped casual, gold trim catching light. "Blade rumors thickening. Bronx nests on alert.''
Will sketched drone tweaks on his tablet, hood pulled low. Flash lounged opposite, eyes flicking devoted. Gordon refilled plates seamless, Gotoh gliding trays, Heaven Canceller monitoring vitals discreet.
Everyone but Jason cleared out quick, missions calling. I leaned back, hunger gnawing sharp—not food this time. Chi levels dipped post-training, chi humming needy. Jason lingered, plate clean, green eyes locking mine expectant.
"New companion," I said low, voice edged command. "Time to fulfill duties."
His smirk crooked, chair scraping as he rose. "About damn time, boss."
I tugged him close, lips crashing hungry. His taste exploded—raw, edged with Gotham grit. Hands roamed his chest, peeling leather aside, fangs grazing his neck. He growled, pinning me to the tables edge, our belts clinking free with my pants thrown to the side a second later. he toward over me with his 6'0 feet frame which i kinda liked. Moving frantic His pants followed mine a moment later, my mouth claiming him in a deep kiss as he lifted me onto the table, he pulled back since we lack lube he just spit in his hand twice and rubbed it over his dick i was aok with that.
As he pushed himself inside i rewarded him with a long moan he stopped after he was all the way in giving me a sec to get use to him I made it clear he could move by rocking my hips into him he begins with a fast pace neither of us have the time for something long and drawn out. ''ooh yes fuck Jason harder.'' i demanded he picked up his pace ''Yeah that's right you love it don't you begg for it. you heard me begg dammit!'' he said speed up again the sound of skin slapping skin and the table legs scratching the floor filled the room, he grabs my hair turning my head so there faces inches from each other i could see the lust in his eyes i immediately did what was asked ''yes fuck yes please harder just like that.'' i loudly begged loving every single second of it all but the fun never lasts i could feel his cock starting to twitching inside me i kissed him tongue expertly used, suction pulling moans ragged. Chi flooded warm, his release crashing in me sweet.
+70 Sex Points. Total: 580.
Jason panted giving a few more thrusts before pulling out, and started reaching over for our pants. "Pack's solid. Oscorp's mine." he talked Business as if we didn't spend the last 5 minutes going at each other like animals.
"Go," I murmured, wiping lips, energy surging clean.
School blurred routine—hallways buzzing, Peter's glances electric. Mid-morning, hunger clawed again, sharper. Flash caught my eye in the hall, eager, but no—he can't feed on him three days in a row he needed more time for recovery It's already impressive that he's still on his feet with no visible signs of fatigue. I gripped my desk through chem lecture, breath steady, aura tamped low. Peter's notes passed under table, fingers brushing—progress ticked to 89.5%, tease agonizing.
Lunch hit, Peter sliding beside me tray in hand. "Movie tonight still on?"
"7 sharp," I grinned, knee nudging his under table. Heat bloomed, his flush delicious.
Afternoon dragged, chi dipping critical. I bolted post-bell, bike roaring mansion-ward.
War Room empty, patrols out. Hunger roared. I pinged through Legion: Gordon, Will. My room. Now.
They materialized prompt—Gordon wiping hands on apron, Will holstering a sidearm. No words; they knew.
Master bedroom sprawled luxe, city skyline glittering. I backed Gordon to the silk-sheeted bed, lips devouring his neck, hands stripping fast and efficient. Will flanked, mouth hot on my shoulder, jeans were unzipped and thrown to the side. We tangled fierce—me between, taking Gordon deep throat-style while Will thrusts hard and fast from behind, rhythm syncing brutal. Moans layered, chi pouring triple stream, draining controlled. Climax shattered us, floods hot.
Controlled Feed (max level)Lv.5! Chi Drain max segment. +150 Sex Points. Total:730 . Skill levels:
Chi Absorption Lv.5, Aura Manipulation Lv.3, sexual Inducement Lv 3, enhanced senses Lv 2, shapeshifting (minor) unmastered, controlled Feed Lv.5 max level.
Strength 35 / Speed 30/ magic 30
System chimed crisp: Notice: Ability imbalance detected. Practice neglected. Cap locked at Lv.5 until all core skills equal Lv.5. Train diligently, Host.
I collapsed laughing breathless, bodies slick entwined. "Worth every second. Upgraded."
Gordon chuckled rich. "Feast anytime, sir."
Will traced lines on my chest. "Team's yours."
Shower quick, then training chamber. Hours blurred—strength reps crushing limits, speed sprints blurring air, aura pulses honing precision. Stats crept: Strength 39, Speed 33. Aura Lv.4 by dusk. Balanced enough for now.
Clock hit 6:45. I hoped on my Bike thundering Queens-ward, leather jacket whipping in the wind.
Peter's POV
Aunt May waved from the porch, lasagna scents lingering from dinner. "Have fun, boys! Home by midnight, Peter!"
Uncle Ben chuckled doorway. "Dennis seems like a nice solid boy. Good pick son."
I grinned, heart racing as the bike's roar grew. Helmet on, backpack slung—comics packed for after. Dennis pulled up sleek, green eyes sparkling under streetlight '' ready for some action.''
"Always," I said, sliding behind, arms tight around his waist. Engine surged, city lights streaking.
Theater loomed old-school, marquee blazing. We grabbed popcorn, settling back row—dark, private. Flick rolled, explosions booming, but my focus? Dennis's thigh pressed warm, hand casual on knee climbing slow.
Halfway, his whisper ghosted my ear: "Progress hit 90%. Special night time, Pete."
Pulse hammered. Screen flickered heroes clashing; his fingers traced higher, unzipping silent. Theater empty-ish, shadows deep. He slid fluid, knees hitting floor between seats, eyes locked wicked. Zipper down, belt undone his pants were pulled down Dennis mouth hot and enveloping—tongue swirling, he sees him taking out a bottle of lube he was worried they were going to have there first time in a run down movie theater for a sec but Dennis pulled off my dick for a moment and said like he could read my mind ''don't worry were not having our first time in a dump like this just sit back and relax.''
He then pulled my pants down even further now around my ankles put my legs over his shoulders then lathered his fingers in the lube and gently but firmly pushed one inside me and it Burnt going in after all I may be a young Bi-teen who's pleasured himself plenty but nothing has ever been in there before now, just as i was about to ask him to stop and pull it out he swallowed me whole again suction pulling loud gasps that i quickly stifled. ''I know it hurts at first but relaxe focus on the blowjob and in a sec when you're a bit more loose when I have a few more fingers in there you'll be struggling not to scream out.''
I tried to do what he said and focus on what his mouth was doing, it worked i didn't even notice when he added another finger but i did notice when a spike of white-hot pleasure came because of it, with it a loud moan i couldn't stifle Causing one of the other movie goers two rows down from us To look up It was the teen that Peter had noticed was playing with a lighter the entire movie he had a look of shock on his face once he realized what was going on he couldn't see Dennis from that angle but he can see my raised ankles that had my pants around them and how my shirt had riled up not to mention the visible look of pleasure on my face.
But honestly as long as Dennis didn't stop i didn't care who saw at this point so i ignored him and the fact he moved up a row just to see what Dennis was doing to me. as Dennis added the third finger and started to speed up in the back of my mind i noticed the teen had pulled down his own pants and was jercking off to us hips bucking quiet into his hand. I admit it turned me on even more i put my hand on the back of Dennis's head and he let me take control of the blowjob going as fast or slow as i want not long after i just couldn't hold on anymore my climax came hard fast but silent, Dennis's throat working every drop from me. Mission Complete: Peter Parker secured. Affection 98%. +250 Sex Points total:980 . For securing over 90% affection rating received a Special completion Reward: 70% Off System Shop Gift Card (one-time). Dawngleam Bond initiated—Rank 2 Companion designation.
I panted ragged. Dennis rose smirking, lips glistening. "Mine now." he said as he helped clean me up.
Theater emptied unnoticed; even the guy that was in front of us enjoying the show, we slipped out, bike ride mansion-bound unasked.
Master bedroom glowed inviting. He poured sodas, settling on the couch. "Half-truths time. Lottery win real—orphaned Queens kid, yeah. Mansion's mine, tricked out legit. Team? Old friends from rough patches. Scott's muscle from Cali runs, Jason vigilante buddy pulled from streets, rest family I trust blind. Built Defenders to protect what's coming—big threats, alien crap, mutants stirring. You're in, Pete. Genius like yours? Core member if you want it."
Eyes wide, I nodded, bond thrumming warm. "Us against the world.''
"Pack," he corrected, pulling me close. Lips met soft, deepening real.
Scott's POV
Bronx alleys reeked decay, neon flickering wet pavement. I prowled foreground, black tactical vest straining muscle, wolf mask half-shadowed breath mesh. I flanked gold-trimmed, claws retracted loose.
Nest ahead—vamp squat, pureblood stench thick. Blade beat us to it, daywalker sword flashing, dusting three fledges with brutal efficiency.
He spun trenchcoat swirling, shades glinting, stakes ready. "Scourge. Europe's plague. I hope your ass wasn't dreaming for a repeat stateside."
Angel raised hands placating, voice gravel calm. "Im not him anymore. There was a Gypsy curse—Angelus is buried. I have a Soul now and don't want to hurt anyone. Boss hooked me up with a sun tat. Feed clean now on animal blood.''
Blade sneered, blade humming vamp-kill edge ''prove it.''
We dropped stances; I shifted partial, fangs bared non-threat. "We are the Defenders. Protecting NYC supers, humans both. Alien threats are inbound, mutants fracturing. We need allies, not a turf war.''
Angel peeled off his leather armor, sun tattoo glowing faint—proof irrefutable. Blade's stance eased fraction, sword lowering.
"Angelus, Liam? whatever the fuck you call yourself now redemption tale checks for now. Who's the boss?"
"Dennis," I growled. "A Succubus. gathering a unbreakable pack. You in? Or solo till dust?"
Blade holstered stakes slow. ''Talk. Real intel.''
We circled dumpsters low, spilling—alien pings, mutant hits, possible Oscorp webs brewing. midnight edged; his nod sealed tentative.
"Watch your vamps. Call if straight."
He melted into shadows; Angel exhaled. "Icebreaker was rough.''
"Pack grows," I rumbled, fist bumping his. "Dennis'll seal the deal.''
Peter's POV
Mansion's master bedroom blurred luxe—views endless, plush endless. Dennis's tales wove real: threats looming, team forged fierce. Bond hummed chest-deep, affection steel.
"How about a little cuddling?" he murmured, sheets cool inviting.
"Yeah," I breathed, world narrowing his.
Dennis's POV
Peter curled warm beside, breath even. Status: Lv.5. HP 1000, Chi 400, Aura Lv.4 pending balance. Harem: 9/?? Peter Rank 2—Spider synergy unlock imminent. Sex Points: 980 + Gift Card. War Room pinged me via the watch: patrols clear, Blade neutral. Field trip two days—powers early, ours. Godhood stride quickened.