A bored sigh escaped from his mouth as Peter stepped into the basement, where he managed his technological tinkering. It wasn't as safe as a stand-alone laboratory in a hard-to-reach location, but it was the best he could do with the resources he had. He still had quite a bit of money from his last drug bust, but that was not even enough to rent a semi-decent space officially for the purpose. Buying actual equipment was nothing more than a pipe dream without millions of dollars to fund him.
Though, in the end, it was just a mental exercise, as there was no way he could spend that much money without triggering a tax audit. For a foreseeable future, he was stuck working in his improvised lab. It wasn't as bad as it could be, though. At least, Aunt May lacked the technological aptitude to distinguish between high school science projects and chemically-enhanced web grenades.
He took a seat and started tinkering, as much as he would have preferred to have an after-school date with Gwen rather than spend his time studying. Though, he doubted that it was possible after the hours they had spent in the storage room, with Liz in tow.
Also, even if she was up for it, he needed to focus on his tinkering. Having a diverse arsenal was important, as shown by the late-night encounter where he saved the Black Cat from Kingpin's hands. It wasn't that the grenades were an absolute necessity, he could have handled the situation in several different directions, but the same couldn't be said if there were any civilians to target.
He might have embraced a more utilitarian lifestyle which others might call selfish, but it ultimately didn't change his perspective in life. With great power, came great responsibility. Being a masked vigilante was not the best career he could take. He was sure that if he focused, he could earn his doctorate in two or three years, which could be leveraged for a cushy position in Stark Industries or Oscorp, where he spent his life designing weapons and other dangerous stuff, to ultimately end up in the hands of the gang members that were targeting the civilians. But he still roamed the streets during the night to prevent muggings and other violent crimes.
Still, there was one more important thing. He needed to up his game.
His spider powers were giving him a huge advantage, but as some of the villains he fought against until now showed, they weren't exactly unbeatable. Until now, he managed to succeed through a mixture of perseverance, cleverness, and, as much as he didn't want to admit, a copious amount of luck. But he needed a stronger edge if he wanted to keep winning against villains who were targeting him with tailored equipment to disable his natural gifts. He didn't want to imagine what would happen if a villain discovered his identity, and took someone close to him as a hostage.
He buckled up, and focused on the designs in front of him. To prevent something like that, he needed to be prepared…
Several hours later, he was swinging above the streets of New York, looking for an opportunity to test some of his newest inventions, but that hadn't worked as well as he had hoped. The only thing that he came across was the occasional mugger, which he managed to handle without relying on his bag of tricks.
But then, he saw a familiar figure slipping through shadows of the rooftops, dressed in all-black leather, and a smirk appeared on his face. Maybe the night wasn't going to be as bad as he first feared.
He was good in hiding, enough to overcome the disadvantage of his bright red and blue costume, meaning he was able to follow Felicia while staying undetected. He was tempted to ambush her to teach her another lesson on top of the buildings, but he stayed back, because it would be too repetitive. Instead, he followed her to see where she would end up, ready to stop in case she planned to change her usual operating model.
In the end, he wasn't very surprised when she stopped on the roof of one of the newer museums in the city, displaying art for the benefit of starving children in Africa. Or more accurately, it was what they claimed, but when Peter had delved a bit deeper, suspicious of the claim, and he had learned that the operation was backed by Wilson, a.k.a. the Kingpin, making it yet another money-laundering scheme for his drug and weapon trade.
The perfect target for Felicia, even if her Robin Hood fantasy ended prematurely in taking from the rich part.
He had no intention of stopping her heist, as not only if there was a deserving victim, the Kingpin was it, but also such a thievery would get police-attention, which wouldn't exactly help Kingpin's money-laundering scheme, especially after Peter inflamed the situation further with a few anonymous emails to the police, and more importantly, the insurance company. He had a feeling that the latter would be much more enthusiastic about revealing the lawlessness, considering the multi-million payout that they would be responsible otherwise.
It was a pity that it would never result with the arrest of Wilson, as even he was idiotic enough to leave a paper trail obvious enough police to pick, which definitely was not, he had too many friends in the high places to kill the investigation before it reached the conclusion. Corruption was the most difficult crime to stamp out, even for a superhero. He could have used his hacking skills combined with some discreet tracking, but that would make him a target to a lot of powerful people, which would have used their influence to brand him a villain.
He had enough heat it due to Jameson's personal misguided crusade, and didn't need the strategic involvement from more calculated minds. It was for the best for him to known as an enthusiastic thief-taker, at least until he had better clout.
With a shook of his head, he dismissed his train of thought on the complicated landscape of high-society crime, instead of focusing on the inviting way Black Cat's costume wrapped around her toned hips as she sneaked into the museum through a window on the top floor. The perfect way to distract himself from the weight of trying to fix the city through a one-man crusade.
He stayed perched on the roof while Felicia sneaked deeper into the museum, watching her disappear through the first door into the room. Instead of following her, he raised the phone he had modified himself, several times more powerful than a top of the line commercial one, using it to penetrate into the wireless connection of the building, which he then used to link into the private one that controlled the cameras and other security measures, tasking it with hacking the security cameras temporarily, just enough to ensure that his attempts to educate his target stayed unrecorded.
It was the fourth floor when he caught up with the Black Cat, on a balcony with a direct view to the atrium which held some of the less-prestigious items, while she carefully examined while guards patrolled. Curious, he thought as he slowly closed the distance between them, using her distraction to a great benefit. Why would she target a section that would host the items of secondary priority? Ultimately, he dismissed it with a shrug, assuming one of the items had caught her fancy. After all, she was a thief with a very particular taste.
He was about to close in on her, when he received a notification from his homemade hacking device, informing that it failed to penetrate into the building security. A surprising development, as he wasn't expecting to find an effective firewall in a museum, even if it was a front for money laundering like he expected. Feeling curious, he allowed his device to link back to his home cluster.
The expanded computational capabilities, finally allowed Peter to break through the encryption that kept him away from the main server, most importantly, the security cameras. A quick fiddling ensured that the security cameras were offline for the next few hours, recordings filling with the loops of the last thirty minutes. He was still curious about the reason for the enhanced security, but it could wait until he taught a lesson to the cat that was being particularly naughty tonight.
With that resolved, he continued sneaking closer, until she was just a step away, feeling mischievous. "Good evening, Felicia," he whispered, his smile threatening to break through his mask.
Startled, she turned to face him with a speed only possible with adrenaline pumping in her veins, her claw slashing through the space that held his throat a moment ago, cutting through the air instead. Even discounting the spider-sense, Peter knew enough to avoid the reflexive attack from a thief that he startled in the middle of a heist.
He waited until the claw passed his face, but grabbed her waist before she could complete the motion. The shock on her face turned particularly delicious when he pushed her against the wall, her breath escaping explosively. "Spider-Man," she gasped, but that was all she allowed before she could gather herself. Her face softened, and her lips formed an inviting smile. "You wouldn't bother a hapless poor trying to survive in this poor world, would you?"
He would have liked to send a matching smirk back, but unfortunately, the mask would have prevented that. He chose to show his reply in a more direct manner, pushing forward, locking her between his body and the wall. "What do you think, Felicia," he answered.
Funny enough, reminding her that he knew her identity only made her relax, reminding her that he hadn't needed to bust her in the middle of a job to make life hard for her. "I think we can come to an arrangement," she whispered seductively. "Maybe a few pieces of uncut diamonds," she added mischievously, more to tease him than actually trying to subvert him through material gain.
"No," he murmured, enjoying the way she stiffened under his touch. "On the contrary, I think you deserve to be punished for trying to mislead a poor hero, who is doing his best to dissuade you from a wicked path…" She only relaxed when his hands wandered lower, dancing over her hips, tight and plump thanks to the endless nights she spent jumping from roof to roof, understanding the nature of punishment he was about to deliver.
"Oh, my," she murmured in exaggerated arousal that wouldn't have gone amiss in a porn movie, though it wasn't enough to hide her actual arousal. "Then why don't you let me go for a moment, and we can move back to my apartment for some … education."
"Negative," he whispered, caressing her earlobe with his lips while his fingers found the zipper of her leather suit, slowly dragging it down, revealing the enticing fairness of her skin for his gaze. "I don't see any reason to delay it."
"But-" she tried to argue, only to be cut by his hand, sneaking underneath her suit, squeezing her nipple in a warning. A gasp escaped her mouth, one that made his uniform uncomfortably tight.
"I would be careful if I were you," he said, pointing at the security guard that was patrolling a few floors below. "Unless you want a spectator for your punishment, of course."
She stiffened at the reminder, which he used to a great effect, sliding his hands underneath her suit in the shoulder area, pulling it away. Without the support, it was easy to pull it down, leaving her half-naked in the middle of the museum.
"Security cameras," she murmured in alarm, but he put his finger on her plump lips, the other busy caressing her naked breasts, giving her an approximation of a coverage, which barely helped as her suit slid down until it pooled around her ankles, leaving her completely naked.
"Already handled," he answered even as he reached his suit, letting his erection go free for a moment, before he hid it once again in the nearest available spot, namely, her wet tunnel, which was extremely tight without any foreplay. Still, he pushed forward without mercy, after all, it wouldn't be punishment without a sprinkle of pain.
The muffled yelp that escaped her mouth despite her best efforts to keep silent was delicious, enough to trigger an early release if it wasn't for the rather impressive experience he had managed to acquire recently. However erotic it was to take a notorious thief painfully in the middle of the heist, it wasn't enough to trigger an early victory from her side, not when he had spent his early evening with two sexy girls in the school gym.
It didn't take long for her to start squirming as he invaded her insides with rapid smooth movements, slowing in the last second to prevent the explosion of noise that would have resulted from their flesh hitting together. Her head turned as she sent a begging glance to his side, biting her lips desperately to keep her moans silent. Peter used the opportunity to push her forward, until her legs were pressing against the iron railings, her upper body dangling dangerously.
She tried to squirm away, but his grip was iron, not allowing her to move, making her tits dangle freely towards the atrium, needing only an upward glance by a security guard to be seen. Peter trusted his spider-sense to warn him beforehand, but Felicia had no such insurance, making fear a primary component of her feelings.
Interestingly, it only made her tighten more, her wetness reaching to an impressive degree, allowing him to slide without a problem. She tried to grab the iron railing, but her hands were trembling too hard to maintain a grip. He shifted his grasp from her shoulder to her hair, while letting her hair to move even more forward, the painful hold he maintained on her hair the only thing that prevented her from toppling down.
And, without a warning, she climaxed, pulling both hands away from the railing to press against her mouth. He didn't know it was the trust she had on his reflexes or absentmindedness from the pleasure she was feeling, but the only thing that prevented her from a painful fall was his arm, wrapping around her torso. Nevertheless, it was a move deserving a punishment, Peter thought as he let go of her hair, instead plopping his thumb into her puckered hole.
Her pained gasp echoed in the museum, cutting through her hands. Her face was colored with panic, but Peter wasn't alarmed, as unlike her, he wasn't distracted enough to miss the plugs in his ear, which prevented the guard from hearing the revealing cry.
"Maybe you do want to be seen," he whispered nonchalantly while he continued to slam, letting the sound of their flesh merging to rise. Felicia didn't comment on it. Or more accurately, couldn't, as she was too busy trying to keep her pained yelps in while he added a second finger to the first one, loosening her tight hole.
"You … are … so … big …" she managed to squeeze between her muffled cries, evidence to the rapid build-up of the second wave of pleasure that invaded her body, signaling another climax. It was soon after that she was gushing a torrent, surrendering to his touch completely.
This time, he waited until her tremors subsided before he grabbed her hair once again, but this time, pulled her from there, and with a small twist later, she found herself on her knees in front of him, this time her back pressing against the railings. Her only warning was his shaft pressing against her lips before he started slamming into her throat, stretching her throat while forcing her to taste her own juices, preventing her from breathing.
It took ten long minutes for him to climax, a moment where he kept testing her ability to hold her breath, pulling only when she was about to faint due to lack of oxygen, never allowing her more than a breath.
And she loved it, evidenced by the couple of climaxes she managed to attain, the second while he pulled out at the last second, painting her body with his seed, marking his territory with pride. It was a good view, the notorious thief, dressed only in her mask, and his seed. "Consider yourself punished," he said in a dismissive manner. "I think you earned my mercy for this heist. Now, go and take the item of your choice," he said. After all, she was stealing from Kingpin. A more deserving victim was hard to find.
"Thank you, sir," she said, her lips quirking in amusement at the last second, one that tempted him to punish her even harder.
The opportunity came really quick. She reached to pick her costume, only to be prevented by his warding gesture. "Let's add a little challenge to our game, no costume," he added, enjoying the sudden blush that spread to her face. "You still have your mask, after all." Still, her disobedient gaze didn't survive for long against his determined stance. With a full-body blush, she started to climb down, extremely careful not to be seen. Peter leaned back, enjoying the show…
Author notes: After all, crime-fighting doesn't always have to be a boring affair...
A small break with the Felicia before the focus shifts to one of the most popular redheads of all time, where she faces the great mystery of her two lovers. Will she be able to connect the dots, or will she continue languishing in confusion while she learned the true meaning of pleasure...
As usual, you can find my original writing in P/atreon / dirk_grey, including my new Medieval Fantasy story with a gamer twist.