Part I:

With great power there must also come great responsibility. Peter Benjamin Parker understood that saying, embraced it, lived it, but sometimes doing the right thing, the responsible thing, kind of sucked.

Strange's spell going through wiped out everything and thus Peter had been a man without an island. He could go forward and try and rebuild thos relationships with his old friends, but there was something that made Peter hesitate. The naggings suspicion that they were far better without him. They were off to college, happy, healthy, with futures.

Peter basked in the afterglow of doing the right thing. The responsible thing because he had to. That was what being Spider-Man had to be.

Stil, he understood loss. His parents, Uncle Ben, Tony, and now Aunt May, and given the nature of what Stephen Strange had to do to erase everything, to fix everything, Peter might have lost every single person he knew. Essentially he did.

"No use in angsting, Pete," Peter said. "Life goes on. You're just going to pick up the pieces. When life gives you lemons, make lemonade."

Or someone else squeezes the juice into your own open wounds, a cynical part of Peter's brain thought. Peter had been drawn out of his thoughts by a soft knock on the door.

"Just a minute," Peter said.

Peter wondered who could be calling now. It was not like he knew anyone, not anymore. Still, Peter removed himself from the moping and opened the door to reveal a smiling woman. Gorgeous, with red hair, stunning green eyes, dressed in a red jacket, red tank top, and tight red pants, and boots, lots and lots of red.

Wanda Maximoff stood at his doorstep. Peter heard rumors, whispers about what was going on with her lately, something about some hex in a town called Westview, to be honest Peter had been worried about getting his own house in order.

"Hello, Peter."

That caused Peter to make the smallest of double takes.

"W-Wanda?" he asked.

"Yes, Pete," Wanda said. "Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"How?" Peter asked. "You shouldn't…"

"I shouldn't remember you?" Wanda asked coyly. "No, I shouldn't. And yet I know. You are Peter Benjamin Parker. Spider-Man. Son of Richard and Mary Parker, nephew of May and Ben Parker…."

"Okay, I know all this," Peter said. "But, you shouldn't."

Wanda just laughed. Mirth twinkled through her eyes.

"Oh, you're adorable," Wanda said. "I can see why Captain Marvel hit on you."

"Wait, Captain Marvel wasn't hitting on me!" Peter exclaimed. "She wasn't. Was she?"

"Do you have something for me Peter Parker?" Wanda asked in a slightly sultry tone of voice. "How…do you see that as anything other than shameless innuendo?"

Okay, fair enough, Peter thought.

"Well, come in," Peter said. "Did the spell fail? Oooh, that could be bad."

"Spell works perfectly, it's just I'm immune to any reality warps," Wanda said. "Which, I found out when Jameson suddenly stopped ranting about Peter Parker being Spider-Man and thus being a menace to society, and just talked about Spider-Man. No one knew who Parker was. And his connection to Spider-Man. That's when I was suspicious."

"So, everyone else doesn't know, but you," Peter said. "Why are you here?"

"To offer my condolences for your aunt May," Wanda said somberly. "I…understand how it is to lose a family member."

"Pietro?" Peter asked.

"Yes, my parents, and then…my children," Wanda said. "Which…was unfortunate, as they were there and gone just as quickly as they were."

"Children?" Peter asked. "When?"

"Oh, sorry, honey, you had your own concerns with trying to put your life together," Wanda said. "But, yes, their names were Tommy and Billy. Vision was their father."

To say Peter Parker had a few questions that were entirely inappropriate would be an understatement to end understatement.

"They were there, and then they vanished, when my reality broke," Wanda said. "It was selfish of me…to even think that I could get what I want."

"Selfish to want a family?" Peter asked. "Wanda, that's hardly selfish. That's the purest, most wholesome desire that one could have. Granted, most people wouldn't…well…."

"Enslave an entire town and magic children into reality?" Wanda asked. "It's okay, Spider, I understand. And I agree. I would do anything to get them back if it was possible."

Peter felt a slight prickle of danger.

"I can still feel them, screaming out for me," Wanda said. "Do you hear Aunt May screaming for you as well?"

"I close my eyes and see her dying, and I'm not able to do anything about it," Peter said.

"No matter how hard you try, right?" Wanda asked. "Oh, Peter, I'm really sorry. Nice guys like you…well they really shouldn't have bad days or have bad things happen to them. Life really sucks sometimes."

Wanda reached over and touched the top of Peter's hands.

"Alone and lost," Wanda said softly. "No one deserves that. You sacrificed everything to do the right thing. But when is the right thing no longer the best thing for you?"

"I have to keep doing the right thing," Peter said. "With great power there must come great responsibility"

"Wholesome words to live by," Wanda said. "Your loved ones are proud of you. Along with being disheartened that you had this bad hand that life deals you."

"I'm used to it," Peter said.

"Should you be?" Wanda asked. "Tell me what happened to you and I'll tell you what happened to me. I think we're in the same boat."

Wanda and Peter stayed up for quite a bit, talking about their recent ordeals. Wanda sipped the hot chocolate which they had made to enjoy. It was really good on this cold winter night. Wanda locked her eyes onto Peter.

"You don't deserve it," Wanda said. "You helped save everything from Thanos and life just kicks you around. Charlie Brown doesn't have it this bad, Peter."

"I wouldn't go that far," Peter said.

"And you keep getting the football pulled out from underneath you," Wanda commented. "You're a good man, Peter. Better than this world deserves."

Wanda scooted a few inches closer to Peter so they were sitting face to face.

"Wanda, I…."

"Shh….talk later."

Her accent came out as Wanda leaned in and kissed Peter across the lips. Passionately. Shamelessly. They might be lonely, but maybe tonight, they could be lonely together. Wanda straddled Peter's lap and the two enjoyed each other for a good long time.

Peter put his hand on Wanda's lower back. He could feel the softness of her skin, the moistness of her lips, the beautiful, citrus scent of her hair just ensnared Peter's mind and eraptured her. Wanda was so beautiful, and he could not believe he held this woman in his arms.

He fully expected to wake up as Spider-Man with a concussion after a building had been dropped on his head. Because, such was the nature of Peter's life.

"Mmm," Wanda breathed. "Do you have something for me, Peter Parker?"

"Hey, Carol will sue you for trademark infringement," Peter said. "And that She-Hulk will get involved and…."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Wanda said. "Oooh yes, Mommy likes, she likes this a whole lot."

Peter's manhood twitched when Wanda exposed him into open air, with Peter's throbbing hard prick appearing before her. Wanda inhaled Peter's musk like she was snorting something addictive. And perhaps she was. Wanda leaned in and put her tongue on Peter's cock and traced it all the way down to the base.

"So, did MJ do this to you?" Wanda teased. "Did she suck your big fat cock?"

"Wanda, I…I don't think we should…."

"You're stammering, dear," Wanda said in between covering Peter's cock with little licks and kisses. "And I bet she hasn't taken you quite like…this."

Wanda's lips wrapped around Peter's cock looked like quite the sight. If Peter said he did not have dreams that started like this, he would be a liar. And Ben and May Parker did not raise a liar. The long rod of Spider-Man slipped deep into Wanda's mouth. The Scarlet Witch sounded like she would be a lot more at home in the world of adult entertainment than she would in the world of Avengers.

Oh, she was a mother…technically. Would the acronym be appropriate? Wanda Maximoff was a mother, and to be honest, Peter wanted to fuck her. Perhaps a bit too soon to go there. Peter decided not to overcomplicate things. Wanda wrapped her fist around his balls and stroked them. Wanda leaned in and buried her face down onto Peter's pelvis and sucked him hard. Peter leaned in and thrusted down into her mouth. Wanda leaned in.

MJ tried. And she tried hard. But, Wanda was on an entirely new level. Peter supposed it was unfair to compare lovers past and present, but damn Wanda was polishing his pole like a pro. Wanda bobbed mouth up and down. She leaned all the way down onto him, and pressed down onto him. Wanda's gorgeous red hair framed her face as she rocked up and down onto Spider-Man and rapidly inhaled his cock.

Peter leaned in and Wanda's eyes screamed to grab onto her head and fuck her mouth. Peter used Wanda's mouth, doing something he would not dare to with a normal woman. Wanda made loud sucking sounds and brought Peter down when he pushed deeper inside of her mouth. Wanda hummed around his cock.

Wanda stroked Peter's balls, and with another grunt, Peter rocked himself into her. He spilled buckets full of cum, down onto her throat. Wanda let out another gasp when Peter pressed her face down onto his crotch.

"Damn, Pete," Wanda said. "You've been wanting to do that for a long time, haven't you?"

Wanda licked up Peter's cock and then also licked his belly, which was a fun feeling with her wet tongue going onto her. And then, Wanda rose up and mounted Peter, and rubbed against his cock. Peter reached underneath Wanda's shirt and yanked it off. Wanda's bra clad breasts, in a lacy red bra, came out. Her nipples were hard from the transparent fabric.

Peter rolled her over and could not help worshipping every inch of her body.

"You're beautiful."

Wanda just bit down on her lip and nodded in pleasure. She let out another cry when Peter edged down into her. Her pants came down and exposed her legs. Wanda turned and Peter saw her in a lacy red thong. It was the type of underwear that a woman wore when she was intending to be fucked.

"Taste me, Pete," Wanda begged him, her voice thick with pleasure. "I can't wait to see if you…ooooh!"

Peter buried his face down into Wanda's snatch and licked her. She tasted as sweet as Peter thought she was. Peter edged inside of her and made her cry out when his tongue danced down into her body. Peter loved the sweet honey taste trickling down from Wanda's tasty pussy. Peter leaned in and devoured her and made her cum for him.

Peter returned the favor from earlier, and made his way up. He kissed his way up Wanda's body. Wanda breathed as Peter's rod pressed up against her entrance.

"Peter!" Wanda yelled. "It's not nice to tease!"

"It's fun though," Peter said. "Does Mommy like to be pinned down and dicked?"

"Mommy loves it a lot," Wanda cooed. "Mommy is ready to be a cock slut for a nice hung man. Are you ready to give a real woman what she wants?"

Peter leaned in and slipped between Wanda's legs. He entered her body and made Wanda gasp when he lowered down onto her. Peter freed her tits and made Wanda just gasp when he played with them. He squeezed them.

"Are you lactating?" Peter asked her.

"Mmmm…what do you think?"

Peter leaned in and bit down on Wanda's nipples. Oh, he had no idea what to make of this. But, he had to suck on her nipples.

"Mommy has everything you need, honey," Wanda mewled.

Peter thought this was taking a turn he was not expecting and exploring kinks he did not know he had. Wanda pressed Peter deep inside of her and her walls wrapped around his pushing cock. Her insides were smooth, and they rubbed against him. She was so wet and so needy. Wanda grabbed onto him and moaned underneath him. Peter went back to her tits and sucked on them. They were magically addictive.

Wanda threw her head back. She did not expect her nipples to lactate because of her arousal. This new power had a lot of surprises. Peter's cock seemed to bury itself into deeper places than before. Peter edged down inside of her and kept pounding the hell out of her. Wanda milked him hard.

"Fuck Mommy like she's your own personal cock sleeve," Wanda purred in his ear. "YES!"

Peter grabbed hold of Wanda and pushed down inside of her. He rocked inside of her. He could feel her pussy around him. She squeezed him when he pushed into her. Wanda let out another cry.

"Pete, you shouldn't be alone," Wanda said. "But, from now on, I'm going to take care of you. Trust me, we're going to have a lot of fun together."

Wanda flipped Peter over and rode him vigorously. The web head just groaned as the beautiful woman.

"Just lie back and watch Mommy," Wanda said in a sultry voice.

Every time she referred to herself as "Mommy", Peter throbbed inside of her. Wanda let out another cry when he pushed deeper inside of her. Wanda tilted her head back and bit down on her lip. Damn, that was sexy as hell. Peter leaned in and pushed down when Wanda kept rocking herself onto him.

When life closes a window, it opens a door, Peter thought. Wanda speared herself down onto him. Peter sat up and Wanda hugged him into her chest.

"I guess I'm taking a lesson from you," Wanda said. "I have great power. It's my responsibility to make you cum."

Well, Peter thought that was an interesting way to take that lesson. Peter leaned in and rocked into her. He felt up Wanda's body, pleasuring her just as much as she pleasured him. The Scarlet Witch bounced up and down.

"Are you going to cum for me?" Wanda breathed. "Please, cum inside of Mommy's pussy. Fill her fertile womb with your seed."

Something about Peter inflamed a part of Wanda's mind. She needed him. And she would get his seed inside of her.

"Wanda, I could get you pregnant…."

"No, you will get me pregnant!" Wanda screamed. "Oooh, me me yours forever, Peter Parker! Mark me as your personal breeding bitch!"

Well, that escalated quickly. Peter just felt Wanda tightening around him. Wanda used insides to massage Peter. Peter leaned in towards her and rocked down onto him.

Peter could not believe this happened. He was no blushing virgin, but this was Wanda Fucking Maximoff. One of the most beautiful women he knew. And she was riding him. She straddled his lap when he played with her breasts.

"Don't sell yourself short," Wanda said when running her fingers through his hair. "You should know that bitches love Spider-Man."

Well, when you put it that way. The sight of Wanda orgasming all over his cock was something that Peter would want to burn into his memory until the day he died. Wanda worked his cock and Peter held back for as long as he could. One more push brought Peter's mouth onto her tits.

Wanda closed her eyes and could feel Peter inside of her. Tonight had been about raising the spirits of an old friend, when no one else could, and yet, there's so much more.

Life opened a brand new door for Wanda. And for Peter.

Peter erupted inside of Wanda and painted her insides completely white. He splattered cum into Wanda and filled her up to erupt inside of her body. Wanda milked Peter and leaned down onto him. Wanda's wet pussy finished hugging and milking him.

She was stuffed, full of his cum. Her stomach swelled from Peter pumping his baby batter inside of her. Wanda tightened and released him until she finished. And he finished inside of her.

"Thank you," Wanda said. "You may have stopped me from doing something that I might regret."

"What?"

"Great power, great responsibility…let's just say that my mind is clearer than ever."

Wanda turned and could feel Peter's arms wrapped around her and started to kiss her by the back of her neck.

"With this clean slate, we can make our lives into anything we want it to," Peter told her. "If you want to."

"I want you, Peter Benjamin Parker."

Wanda and Peter edged closer to each other with another kiss and Peter was throbbing hard. Wanda's hands wrapped around Peter and massaged his cock.

"Oh, dear, you have some nasty swelling," Wanda said. "Mommy's going to have to take care of that, won't she?"

Wanda decided to use her breasts on Peter, magically oiled up and ready to go. Peter grabbed her chest and made her gasp when he kept fucking her ample chest. Wanda slid Peter's massive rod.

One might get the impression that Peter Parker was bitten by a genetically-altered horse instead of a spider.

"I can't get enough of you," Peter said. "Did you put a spell on my cock, Wanda?"

'Maybe, I did," she said coyly. "But, maybe it put a spell on me?"

Wanda enjoyed giving Peter a tit job and seeing what other naughty fun they could get up with. The sky was the limit and Wanda could only guess what the future had to hold.

Someone like Peter earned a lot of love. And Wanda intended to do everything in her power to make that happen. That was the final thought Wanda had when Peter unleashed a one man bukkake all over her body.

"Naughty, naughty," Wanda said. "Let me clean that up."

And with that, Wanda feasted up Peter's cum like it was ice cream. She slowly turned, poised for Peter to stick his cock into her and ravish her wild. And Peter took her up on the invitation and slammed his cock deep inside of her.

Peter began to fuck her doggy style. Peter groped Wanda's ass and plunged further inside of her. He really was getting into this.

Wanda idly wondered if she could be charged with contributing to the delinquency of a minor. Oddly enough, this was the least of her many crimes as of late.

To Be Continued.