Prologue One: Rooftop (This takes place during the end of Original Sin: Amazing Spider-Man #4 and beginning of Original Sin: Amazing Spider-Man #5)

There was a point where I can't even remember my own name. Let alone hers. My name is Peter Parker, I think. I'm Spider-Man. And she's… Silk. Cindy Moon. Just met her. Don't know anything about her other than I can't let go! I can't stop!

Peter could not think of a crazier day than today ever since he took back his body from Doc Ock. Avengers signaling an "end of the world" event, learning that he was not the only person bitten by that radioactive spider that fateful day, and, of course, meeting this mysterious woman, Cindy Moon. It has been a hard enough time retaking control of his life and every day seems to get weirder.

But there he was, trying to chase down the agile female with the same spider powers that he had, only to end up arguing with her. Something about Morlun dying and the end of the world from releasing her? Peter could not put his mind to it because all of a sudden, the both of them were pressed against each other with their lips locked in a passionate make out session. Never in his life did he feel this urge with someone. Not with Gwen, not with Felicia, not even with MJ. But for some reason, he felt a yearning for Cindy Moon. It felt so… animalistic and feral.

A sense of lust and want washed over Peter as he pushed Cindy against the brick wall on the roof of a Manhattan apartment. His lips were pressed against hers in a sloppy kiss. Her hand went to massage the back of his head as she pushed him into her, forcing them both to press closer. He felt her legs wrap around his waist, squeezing her tighter against the wall and his hard body. Her tongue was wrapped around his, and she tried to force herself down his throat, making sure each corner of his mouth was left untouched. He grunted as he felt her other hand massaged his bruised back, the result of her webbing him in earlier. Every touch made his body feel hotter and more sensitive. A fire ignited deep inside himself as he grew more lustful. He knew he should not be doing this, but it felt so right.

Peter forced himself to break the kiss, breathing hard as Cindy continued planting small kisses down to his neck. She pulled at the hem of his suit, trying to slide it off his sweaty body. Something about her intoxicated him, sending his spidey sense off the charts.

"We should not be doing this," Peter panted as he fought against losing himself to the mindless sex that he wanted. Cindy ignored him as she sucked hard on his neck, leaving a dark bruise like an animal marking its mate. Fuck, that is going to be bad tomorrow morning.

"Cindy, we shouldn't- mmph"

Peter's words dissolved as Cindy attacked his mouth again, forcing it open and sliding her tongue into the opening. She licked each one his teeth, trying to take dominance between them. This turned Peter on even more, his hands sliding down to her waist and squeezing hard. She mewled into the kiss as her hands went back to fidgeting with the body of his suit. Unable to push it off of him, she started pulling from both sides, threatening to tear it off his sticky body. Fear of losing another of his suits, he broke the kiss to help her take off the body. She slid it off his muscular body, throwing off to the side. Peter's skin glistened from the golden rays of the sunset, contouring each one of his muscles.

"Cindy, what are we doing?" Peter breathed as they took a quick pause. Her forehead was pressed against his as they both panted for oxygen. There was a thick lust-filled fog clouding her eyes. Peter swore he could see them glowing for a second. He knew that he probably had the same look.

"We both want this" Cindy whispered huskily, her fingers tracing down his abdominals and her nose brushing against his. Peter bit his lower lip, his body lighting up from the touch. His hands traveled to her soft behind, lifting her higher. "Don't lie to me and saying that you don't want me, Peter."

"I don't-"

"Shut up," Cindy cut in before retaking his mouth. At this point, Peter's mouth was sore from the messy make out sessions that they kept going back and forth in. But he did not care. The last sliver of doubt slipped from his mind as he pushed back at Cindy. He wanted, no, needed her more than anything. She forced them off the wall, both of them falling onto the brick floor. Peter moaned as his back hit the floor, pushing up to continue the deep passionate kiss. His mind was completely clouded with lust, barely able to remember his own name. He almost forgot her name too. It did not matter who they were at the moment, just the hunger that had to be satisfied.

Cindy's hands traveled to his mask, and she pushed upward. This action pushed Peter out of the hot moment. It felt like an ice cold morning shower that jolted him back into reality. His hand grabbed onto to her's, stopping her from removing his mask off completely. "Mmph- No. Mask stays on."

"It's ok, I know who you are, Peter." Peter's heart skipped a beat when he heard his own name.

"What?" he cried out in shock. He quickly pulled his mask back down. "You know my secret identity?"

"You're Peter Park-"

"Don't say it out loud!"

Cindy shook her head in annoyance. Her breath was shaking as she started to lose that warm feeling inside her. There was a pit slowly opening in her stomach that she felt when she and Peter stopped their escapade. Some primal connection was radiating between them, and she knew she needed him. The only thing blocking them from going all the way was his stupid stubbornness and the pieces of clothing separating them.

"You're almost in your birthday suit, and you're shy about that?" Cindy asked, narrowing her eyes on her prey again as she crawled over Peter, casting a dark shadow over him. "Fine, I won't say your name when we-"

"Woah! We are not doing anything! I mean we were, but now we are not," Peter said as he tried to reach for his suit. His body was abnormally hot, and his mind was a mess right now. He knew that he would lose it if they continued. But deep inside, he wanted more of her. Why the hell do I feel so uncontrollably horny right now?

"And you don't want to? What is the worst thing that can happen?" Cindy whispered in a lulled voice as she placed her forehead back onto his own, their noses brushing against each other. Her long locks completely covered both their faces from the sun outside. She knew it was wrong to do anything with Peter. She barely even knows who he was and definitely did not feel any sort of positive emotion toward him. Hell, at one point, she was furious at him and wanted to kill him for being the dumb idiot he was. However, the only thing going through her mind was one word: feed. Every strand of anger or confusion was replaced with lust. The desire for his body, for him to take her.

Peter bit his tongue as he fought back the scent of her hair brushing against his nose. Despite her sweating considerably, the sweet aroma turned him on again. At that point, he knew what was causing this: pheromones. The biological substance that would cause mating season between two animals was causing them to furiously act like wild rabbits. He was a scientist that had researched the biology of spiders for a while, after all. They were the two animals right now, hungry for each other. Maybe a result of being bit by the same spider. However, the facts or the consequences did not matter. Cindy was right; he needed her body badly. He pulled off his mask and threw it to the rest of his clothing. For the first time that day, his eyes met her auburn pupils clouded with thirst. Without a word, they both sent the same mental message as Cindy laid on top of him, parting his lips again. Her hands tangled in his hair as her tongue glided into his mouth, wrestling with his own. She smirked into the kiss when she felt a bulge from his nether region press against her thigh. He fell right into her trap.

It has been a while since Peter had had sex, much less, considered it. But considering the bulging erection, Cindy was definitely a turn on. He moaned as he could feel it pressing against his suit and her thigh. His hands moved up to the back of her webbed covering, pulling at it as he tried to rip it off. A silent curse came out as nothing seemed to work as the webbing was too tough for him. Cindy broke the kiss between them and sat up, smirking directly at him.

"Most guys have trouble getting off the bra. You can't even manage this," Cindy mocked as she traced down the center of her suit with her finger. The webbing began to dissolve and loosen with her touch, leaving her with the green tank top and ripped pink shorts that she was wearing in the bunker. Her skin was glistening with sweat, making it shine gold in the sun. "Not enough practice, Web Head."

"Well, maybe I have to show you what I can do," Peter shot back as he sat up, planting butterfly kisses on her cheek leading to her ear. His right hand traveled to her right breast, kneading at it aggressively. Cindy let out a small moan, his touches sending chills down her spine. She could barely remember being intimate in her old life, and Peter was definitely experienced with pleasing females. How is this dork so good?

"And you might see that I have a lot to offer," Peter whispered into her ear. Cindy bit her lip, and his voice created a trail of goosebumps to rupture across her arm. His left hand slid to the bottom of her shirt, pressing into her stomach and pulling the piece of clothing upward. Cindy helped him peel off her tank and threw it with the rest of their clothing, exposing her upper body to the night breeze and to his eyes.

"Not even going to buy me dinner first, Parker?" Cindy panted as she felt one of his hands travel down the back of her shorts, squeezing her soft cheeks. Liquid heat was pooling at her nether region, begging to be touched.

"Nope," Peter said with a chuckle. "I don't think we would even finish the dinner."

"You're right…," Cindy managed to breathe out. She moaned his name when he pinched the center of her right breast. Her back arched with her nails digging into his shoulders, leaving red marks.

Peter had not realized how hot Cindy was. She had a lithe and fit body for someone who was stuck in a bunker for so many years. Her breasts were a decent size, enough to fondle with his hands. Everything was perfect about her, from her smooth skin to her silky hair. Maybe it was the pheromones glorifying her image. Peter did not care. She was going to be his tonight. He kissed down her neck, sucking hard as he left a huge hickey. Hah, payback is a bitch.

Cindy adjusted herself as she hooked both two fingers at the base of his suit bottom. Peter helped her pull down the lower part, kicking it to the side and leaving only his briefs on. Immediately, she traced the outline of his erection, teasing him hard. Peter moaned at her soft touch, and his hands both shifted into her shorts.

"A little excited there?" she teased. A sudden shock of electricity shot up her back as she felt his fingers between her legs, tracing the outline of her leaking vagina. His left hand squeezed gently at her ass as the index finger on his right hand stirred circles around her clit, causing sharp moans to escape from her mouth. Waves of electricity started to pulsate from his teasing touches. It felt like a warm massage that made every one of her muscles weak. Peter grinned slyly at the reaction coming from her.

"Looking at how wet you are, maybe you might be wrong about who is too excited," he whispered, shifting his mouth onto her lips again and planting teasing pecks on them. Cindy gave a throaty moan, and she felt one of his fingers enter her, stretching out her tight walls a bit and causing more of the feeling of ecstasy to pulse through her. Her hips involuntarily started pressing into Peter's touches, and he was even more turned on. He could not take it anymore as both his hands, still in her shorts, shifted to the sides of her hips. Cindy whimpered at the loss of his touch, only to yelp as she felt his hands push at both sides of her shorts.

Peter felt his deltoid flex as he used all his strength on the lower piece of clothing. A sharp tearing sound echoed into the air as the denim ripped down the middle. Pieces of her shorts and tight booty shorts flew to the side as her fully naked body was exposed to the night air. The sun had finally set and left a full moon in the sky, which outlined her body for his hungry eyes. She glared at him and dug her nails deep into his shoulder, causing him to grunt in pain.

"You are going to pay for those," Cindy growled. Those were some of her favorite pieces of clothing from the bunker.

Peter only gave her cheeky wink as he sat up, cupping her face with his hand and gaining another messy kiss from her. He felt her hands slide down his hips, scratching every muscle and hooking onto his briefs. A moan drifted from his mouth as he felt her press her nether region into his erection. He could feel the outline of her wet entrance leak onto the briefs fabric, eager to finally be entered by him.

"You know that you are super sexy, right?" Peter breathed huskily into Cindy's neck while thrusting up to meet her.

"Tell me something I don't know," she moaned, feeling two of his fingers pinch the rosy bud of her left breast. "T-that's like saying water is wet or Pokemon is cool."

"We are about to fuck, and you're talking about Pokemon? And you say I'm dor-"

"S-shut up," she interjected, attacking his lower lips. She tugged harder on his briefs, and he sat up to push it off. It did not even get past his knees before her left hand reached for his exposed erection. He cursed as her teasing touches inched up and down his dick, causing his hips to thrust up to meet her clenched fist.

Cindy wasted no time as she got onto her knees, positioning her wet cunt over Peter's twitching member. Her hands traveled onto his shoulders to help herself balance, and she looked directly into his eyes, the both of them mentally agreeing that they were at the point of no return. With a sharp breath, she rolled her hips forward and gasped as she felt his head penetrate her, prodding open her outer lips. Peter gritted his teeth together as he felt her velvety wet walls slowly close over his member. They gripped him like a meaty vice and massaged him tenderly, causing waves of pleasure to burst in his body. Peter's hands held onto her waist tightly, giving her a tiny bit of guidance as she slowly took his eight inches. Halfway through, he felt the head push through a soft barrier, causing Cindy to give out a piercing moan. He immediately held her to a halting stop as realization started to hit his head like a torrent of rain. She moaned in protest, wiggling her hips and trying to break free from his tight grip to take the rest of his member.

"Holy shit, Cindy," he moaned as he forced himself not to slam into her immediately. He could feel her nails cut into his skin, drawing out a bit of blood. "Are you- I mean, were you a fucking virgin?"

"You're really asking this now?" Cindy whispered in a sultrily tone, slightly blushing at the question. She took her hands and gripped tightly onto his, trying to pry them off her waist. "You really need to have better timing with your questions."

Her hands finally clawed off his own, and she felt herself slip, impaling herself completely onto him. Peter growled at the sudden pleasure shooting up his spine, causing his hips to buckle and thrust upwards into her. Cindy moaned his name and her back arched, giving him a perfect view of her pert breasts. She tossed her hair behind her and wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing his chest against hers. He slowly moved his hands around her waist and felt the muscles on her side flex as she tried to adjust to his length. Wrapping both hands down his shoulders, she slowly rose up, gasping at how sensitive she felt with him inside her, filling her walls with his girth. She dug her nails into his shoulder again, causing him to let out an animalistic snarl into her neck.

She sat back down only to rise again, beginning a slow rhythm of sliding up and down his rigid pole. Each time she came back down, she grew even more sensitive as it turned from uncomfortable to pleasurable. Peter started panting as the smell of their love making and sweat intoxicated him, making him wild with more lust. His hands clenched onto her hips, helping him piston into her slow ride and definitely leaving bruises that would show up the next morning. He kissed her lips again with wild passion, causing her to moan his name in broken syllables.

"Oh, Peter," she purred, rolling her hips faster into him as pleasure rocketed through her. This newfound experience slowly drained her energy as she felt her release closing in.

She picked up the speed as she continued bouncing onto him in a constant pace. A small, wet squelch echoed in the air as their skin kept hitting into each other, mixing with the short, broken moans coming out of her mouth and the quiet grunts and curses coming out of his. Every time she slammed back down onto him, she whimpered his name and begged for more. Peter left marks on her neck and thrusted his hips faster, meeting her in the middle. His mouth traveled to her ear, trying to whisper, "Say my name louder," but letting out a soft growl.

Cindy screamed in pleasure when he shifted their position, causing him to hit the deep spot that made her toes curl. Peter grinned mischievously and took one of her breasts into his mouth, slowly nibbling on the sensitive rosy nub. She immediately came all over him, whimpering as her legs starting straightened out behind him. Her hands buried themselves into his brown hair and pulled hard at it. One of his hands traveled to her long, ebony hair and pulled back, exposing her soft and bruised neck. He buried his nose in the crest, inhaling her sweet scent and planting butterfly kisses in a small circle.

Peter's long member was glistening in Cindy's inner liquids as he continued pounding at her. She was too exhausted to let out full words and was completely mesmerized by the scene below her. The sight of all his muscles flexing and contracting with every thrust and her own liquids pooling out below them aroused her even more. She needed his cum, deep inside her womb. However, she could not verbally beg for more and barely could moan and whimper his name. Peter loved this sight and the dominance he had over her right now. Maybe it was the fact that she was so angry and violent at him before and now he was turned on by the fact that she was giving him her body. His animalistic instinct was the only thing that needed satisfying. There was no love between them right now, only the need to mate with each other.

He growled as he felt his balls tightening, his release imminent. "I'm close…," he whispered huskily as he pressed her forehead against his.

"I-inside…," Cindy managed as she used the last bit of her strength to roll her hips into him. Pleasure shot up her body every time he hit the back of her cervix. "P-please, I need you…"

Her begging words pushed Peter to the edge, causing him to slam deep into the back of her wet tunnel. Her back arched as she screamed his name, exposing her flat, taut stomach. He grabbed her ass cheeks down to him as he began shooting thick ropes of semen into her body, cursing and thrusting each time another load came out. His sticky cum started to fill up her uterus, and each remaining thrust caused her to whimper his name. Her nails dug into his skull as another wave of pleasure caused her to release again. With one last rope of cum, Peter gasped as he fell onto his back with her collapsing on top of him, both of them breathing heavily and adjusting to the post sex bliss. Cindy moaned into his chest as she felt the warm feeling spread through her body. She could feel the animalistic urge inside her begin to fade as her body was satisfied. They both laid close to each other as they gasped for air, their sweat and other fluids mixing.

There was a long tangible silence between them as realization began to set in. The feeling of lust in Cindy was replaced with other negative emotions. Anger, disappointment, regret, and even loneliness began to set around her, opening a deep pit in her stomach.

What have I done? I barely even know him. This isn't my fault. Maybe males are just sex hungry, and I was led into this.

But she knew that was wrong. It was as much of her fault as it was Peter's. Cindy bit her lip as she felt her eyes begin to water. She pushed his body to the ground violently, causing him to yelp as she got up. THis semen leaked out from between her legs as she tried to balance herself. Tears were not streaming down her face and she bit her lips in a quiet sob.

"What the fuck?" Peter snapped angrily as his own realization set in. What the hell came over me?

"Go away…," Cindy whimpered almost inaudibly, now on the verge of sobbing. She wanted to regret everything that happened, but she could not. She wanted the feeling of his body, whether she wanted to admit it or not.

"Cindy, I'm sor-," Peter started before Cindy turned around.

"I said, go away!" she screamed. Tears were now falling freely from her red eyes and down her puffy, red cheeks. Peter swallowed at the broken sight of her, knowing that it was his fault that he did not stop them and that he could not control herself. She fell to her knees and tried wiping her face, the torrent of salty tears plopping onto the ground. I'm so weak…

Peter got up and crouched down next to her, grabbing hold of her arms. "Get off of me!" she yelled, her fists flying to his chest. She tried struggling out of his grip, but she knew he was much stronger than she was. When she finally lost all her energy, her arms wrapped around his body and she cried freely into his chest. The feelings of anger and sadness flooded out of her with each sob. Losing her family and friends, being stuck in a bunker for so many years, not having the life and experiences she wanted with the people she loved. Even now, she loathed Peter for freeing her and exposing her to the real world. Yet, here he was with his hands lovingly caressing the back of her head and stroking her naked back, whispering that it was "ok" and telling her to "let it all out." She could not hate him and only felt jealousy that he had so much in his life and that he had this stupid effect on her.

"I-I'm s-sorry, I shoulda n-never hit y-you," she choked out as she sniffled onto his hard chest muscle. Peter only pulled her in closer into a tighter hug as he rested his chin on her head. They sat there cuddling in the warm summer New York City air, silent in the melancholic aura around them.

"You don't need to apologize," Peter explained as he massaged the back of her head. The regretful feeling he had was replaced with the need to help her feel better again. He brushed her black locks covering her face behind her ears and wiped his fingers across her face to clean the tears. He could feel her shaking body start to calm down, her heartbeat retreating back to normal. They sat there in each other's arms until her crying died to small hiccups.

"Most guys would leave me here, y'know," Cindy murmured as she stroked one of his cheeks.

"Well, most guys are not your friendly Peter Parker then," Peter answered her and looked down to meet her puffy red eyes. "Are you ok?"

Cindy just nodded her head as she became lost in his chocolate eyes. Their faces were only inches apart from each other. Maybe it is meant to be like that, or-

Her thoughts were cut off as she felt herself pressing her lips against his own, slowly intertwined in a loving and passionate kiss. The hunger she felt before began to set again as he hands shifted to his face, pressing them closer. He grabbed her back as they rolled over, her body pressed on top of his.

Or maybe I am just addicted.