Okay, so this chapter is mostly talking again, with a smut scene marked by 333. If the smut is bad I once again blame democracy. And I will say this scenes actually important to the story but if people want to skip it I said what happened during it at the end of the chap.
Aight, ima go back to playing cyberpunk now. Might start editing my cyberpunk quests chapters into a fic and posting them here actually... As well as run that quest more. Who knows, I have adhd.
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I've always hated hospitals. Not that I'm not aware of the work being done in them, or the fact they're important to saving and preserving lives. It's irrational that I would dislike them from such a young age, yet that's exactly what I had done. Then my mother slowly withered away in one. And that hatred felt a lot more justified.
Alas, now is not the time to brood in the sterile white halls. No, now is the time to make a deal. Brushing my hair back with my hand I let out a final sigh as we reach the room with a black-suited SHIELD guard in front of it. "Laura?" I ask my ever-present shadow of the past week. She's refused to leave my side. Even going as far as trying to drag a bed into my room. I'm really not sure what to think about these protective instincts, or why she has them.
"Yes?"
"No one enters this room until I leave."
"Yes." She's seemingly deleted the word okay from her personal dictionary. Whatever, if she wishes to be petulant that's perfectly okay. Having done enough stalling, I move to enter the room. The guard out front nods and opens the door for me. The first thing I'm greeted by is a bitter smell, with an undertone of something flowery.
"I was wondering when you would show up." A voice says in a serious, matter-of-fact tone. Now I would have believed him had I not been informed he's said this to literally everyone who's entered his room save for the nurses and Doctors.
"Then you know what I want to talk to you about, right?" My question has the bed-bound man rather stumped.
"I, in fact, lied about knowing you were going to show up." I find myself chuckling at that. It must be a requirement for Spider-people to make dumb jokes.
"I'd be surprised if you even knew who I was." I take a seat next to his bed. He examines my face with a scrunched brow.
"Did you shave?"
"Yesterday."
"Yeah, no clue. With or without a beard I've got nothing." He shrugs after a moment. Then grabs an apple from beside his bed and takes a bite. "Want one?" He asks after a moment.
"I'm good for now. Let me introduce myself. My name's Ross Martin. And I'm the man who pulled you out of that hell."
"Thought that was Ironman?"
"As a favour, for me." I answer with a shrug.
"Neat. Glad you guys could save me while taking care of Warren then. That mad bastard-"
"I don't care about Warren. You were my objective in the lab raid." I state just as he's about to start his rant. Ben's eyes go cold as he looks into mine. "Tell me, Ben. Do you know who's died the most in the universe as a whole?"
"This a trick question?"
"It's not." I shake my head. He seems to ponder that for a moment.
"I still feel it's a trick question."
"Then I'll just say who it is. It's you. You've died more times than anyone else in the universe." I tell him, leaning back casually in my seat.
"How much do you know? Better yet, where the hell did you hear that?" Ben asks.
"From Death. The physical embodiment. A Celestial in this world technically." I answer with a shrug. And it's true, even if it was in a comic book. "And knowing things is my job. I'm an info broker."
"That… the actual fuck does that do to explain anything?" Ben asks rather bewildered. Good. That's what I'm going for.
"Do you remember dying, Ben? The time before Warren was the one to do it." My question throws him for another loop.
"Why does that matter?" He asks back in a tight voice after a moment.
"It doesn't." I shrug again. "I'm just curious."
"I-I do remember. Osborne ran through my chest with his gilder..." He states morosely. That's enough for me, however. All of the New U stuff was bullshit. At base, clones made by the Jackal already had the latest memories of the original based on when the DNA was taken. The DNA Warren used to create this Ben Reilly, had been the remains from his death to Norman.
The quicker cell degradation, he purposely added it in. Some of his original clones hardly degraded at all. And some he makes in the future show no sign of it. I'm sure it's still there in the early clones, but it takes years, not weeks nor even days to start. He had so long to perfect it, after all. I refuse to believe he did absolutely nothing after 'Clone Saga' for years all the way to 'Spider Island', and this proves it. It was nothing but a hunch at first, hopeful thinking that I'd find Ben if I found Warren. Now I was proven correct in doing so.
"Nothing to say? Thought you knew everything?" He asks rather bitterly at my silence.
"I was giving you a moment of silence. Not many did, after all." He stills at my words, looking away from me. The snapback was more an instinct than anything, really. I still need to correct that assumption. "I don't know everything. I know many things. What you just told me confirmed one of them. No, I'm not going to say what it was, you're better off not knowing." Ben gives a rather sardonic laugh at that.
"Damn, read me like a book the moment you came in. What do you want from me, Mr. Martin?" He turns his face back my way. Only now do I see the exhaustion in his eyes. After all, he hadn't been killed twenty-something times as I originally believed. No, he had been killed and revived for years. The Jackal's hatred for Spider-Man would prove that much.
"Just Ross. Or Roil. The latter is the name given to me by the public. " I actually have no fucking idea who gave me that name, but it stuck. Not that I'll ever admit that. "I want to help you, but I don't do shit for free."
"I'll bite. What's the cost?"
"You tell me about anything interesting you find. Any plot you find yourself in as the Scarlet Spider, and if any strange people stand out. I want information, essentially, to either use it myself or sell it." I explain. He still looks rather skeptical.
"Do I even need your help? I figured I'd just do my thing after getting out of here." He motions to the room itself.
"You could. But…"
"And here's the catch. Alright, hit me."
"I'll help you get your girlfriend, Janine, out of jail."
"That's… I mean… Well fuck. What can I do for you boss?" He slumps his shoulders.
"Get better. Then do hero shit. I'll have anything you need prepared along with an apartment." I stand up from my seat. "My lawyer will be in contact with you about Janine." Shouldn't be too hard of a case to win. Arguing self-defence for killing her abusive father isn't much of a long shot.
"That's it? No contract? When I make a deal with the devil here, I expect more out of it, you know?" I laugh at his remark.
"Which one? There are like five now. Anyway, I'm not a Hell-Lord so you're good."
"What the hell is a Hell-Lord?"
"Good talk, Ben. I'll see you around." I close the door, leaving the thoroughly confused man in his room behind me. "Come on, Laura." She just nods and follows me as we leave the building in silence.
"What's a Hell-Lord?"
"No."
/
After denying Laura answers, I finished my business in the city itself for the day, then quickly retreated to my boat for a drink. So there I am, kicking back on my recliner, opening my bottle of scotch to take a drink. At least, I would have if my private number didn't get bombarded with texts.
TheRealSlimSpidey: Hey hey, let me have a pool party at your place plz 3
This fucking brat. Still, she has good taste in music despite not knowing who Twisted Sister was.
And here is the other thing that's been a constant this week. Aña Corazón, seemingly decided I, quote, 'Needed more friends'. Originally, after the first message she sent informing me of her getting Carol to help with the Raven situation, I ignored her. So taking that as a challenge apparently, she tracked down my yacht and almost got bisected by Laura.
Sometimes I wonder why I saved her from angry Laura claws, but I had, and now I must live with that decision. Hell, she practically bullied Laura into being her friend right after. And Laura needs friends. I do not.
RoilingInMyGrave: No. Stop asking.
TheRealSlimSpidey: what can I do to make that no have three letters instead?
RoilingInMyGrave: Nah?
TheRealSlimSpidey: The word that begins with a Y
RoilingInMyGrave: Yno
TheRealSlimSpidey: I'll beg, don't make me beg
RoilingInMyGrave: fuck off
TheRealSlimSpidey: plz plz plz plz plz. look at the cute spider, even he is asking. i'll also bring more smoothies. And don't you want to see a bunch of young women in bikinis?
I pause at that. Fuck, that's actually kind of tempting. Then before I can start on my reply, I notice I got a new email. Who the fuck uses email? Better yet? Who the fuck has my email?
From: Jessica Drew
Sent: August 26th, 2007 6:07 PM
To:
Subject: The deal you offered.
Hey Ross,
I know I could have just called but I wasn't confident in being able to say this with my voice. I haven't seen you since our dinner a while ago, but I thought about it for a long while and have decided to say yes.
Let me know when you have the time.
-Jessica
Did she… Did she just send me an email about that? I… It's very rare I find myself at a complete loss for words and actually mean it. Well done, Jessica.
Still, I didn't actually expect her to agree to that. I wasn't even flirting with her there. That was just me blatantly saying I'd knock her up. I was honestly a bit embarrassed when I sobered up after originally offering it. So I went on my already-planned vacation literally the next day. Over said trip, I had decided to own those remarks. Why the fuck wouldn't I want to bang a hot lady? Friend or not. Coming back I fully expected her to slap me or something at the bar, so her reaction was a surprise.
I'm actually at a loss as to what to do here. Too late to back out now, I had already confirmed I meant what I said. No, there's only one option here, but before that-
TheRealSlimSpidey: Rossy plz, I'm begging here
RoilingInMyGrave: Fine. But only if you take Laura out for a hangout right now, something came up.
TheRealSlimSpidey: Yay 3 3 I'll bring her bikini shopping then
Boom, using other people to my advantage. I'm sure as hell not taking Laura with me to see Jess, so shopping with Aña it is for her. Sorry, Laura, I've already sealed your fate. "Yo. I'm going somewhere tonight. Aña is going to bring you shopping." Said girl looks away from the wall she had been staring at, to stare at me instead. Then she frowns.
"Don't wanna." What? Was I accurate in my petulant child thought?
"Why not?"
"Bodyguard. I will go with you." What? No. Bad. I don't want Laura to wait around as I rail someone, I fucking refuse.
"Don't you like Aña? She really wants to go shopping with you. I think she might even cry if you don't go." Lying is always a valid strat. Well, is it a lie? She might actually cry if I tell her she can't have her little party.
"She's an adult." Fucking brutal. Sorry Aña, Laura hates you. A shame. Fuck, I gotta actually go about this another way. Bribery is my best bet, yet Laura doesn't want anything for the most part. It annoys me but this is the only card I have here.
"Go with Aña, and I'll let you put your bed in my room." I can always just sneak off to one of the guest rooms. So no downside in this deal. It's an illusion of a choice.
"O-yes." She almost slipped, but enough of that. I didn't ban the word itself.
"You can say okay. I didn't ban the word. I said to just stop saying it."
"I'm confused." Fucking… I let out a deep sigh and pinch the bridge of my nose.
"You can say okay. Just don't use it constantly in the way you were before. As a single-word answer. Got it?"
"Okay."
"Good, you can learn." I nod in satisfaction. Laura's brow furrows again, and then she leans over towards me. What is she doing?
"Gah fuck!" She flicked me! How dare she!?
"Rude."
"You're rude! Your flicks hurt!" I exclaim, standing abruptly. "You wait here for Aña. I'm gonna take a shower." I pause. Grabbing my wallet I toss it over to Laura. "Use the black card that says Stark. For the both of you. Aña is probably broke again."
"Okay."
"You little shit."
/
By the time I get out of the shower, Laura's already left with Aña. The latter girl left me a note on my bedroom mirror, saying they'd be back sometime tonight. I shoot her a text saying I might not be back tonight at all so they should just take as long as they want. Only to get another message immediately after doing so. Man, what the hell is with today and people blowing up my phone?
AssholeInTinCan: Ross, what in the many gods name do you expect me to do with this giant fucking spider? I'm regretting helping with this.
RoilingInMyGrave: His names Kaine, the spider. That's a man, Tony. I already told you this.
AssholeInTinCan: Yes, but is he really? Can't he just be a huge spider so we can kill it and call it a day?
RoilingInMyGrave: No. You have Strange, Pym, and fucking Richards to help if you cant fix him. Just do it.
AssholeInTinCan: Who said I can't fix him? Of course I can
I then promptly ignore the man after getting confirmation he'll save Kaine from his giant spider monster fate. Not that I'm disregarding Kaine, I just have nothing I can do to help with that. Save for finding Martin Li… That's actually worth looking into. Mr. Negative can be used to make Anti-Symbiotes, which can be used to easily turn Kaine back. Is he even in New York yet? He very much should be, considering Cloak and Dagger are relatively well known. Definitely worth looking into, considering the Anti-Symbiotes, or at least the Anti-Venom one, was mindless. Which means it'd be another valuable weapon and a healing tool on top of that.
I make an internal memo to follow up on this later, as of right now, I have a prior engagement. Well, I haven't actually confirmed that, but after all this setup for it I'll be rather annoyed if everything goes to waste. So, without further ado, I finish cleaning up, then give Jessica a call.
"Ross?"
"I'm free tonight. Your place fine?"
"Hey- wait a sec. I meant I'll do it but I didn't think it'd be now!"
"I'm free tonight. Your place fine?"
"Ross I- can we try for tomorrow? Give me more time to prepare?"
"I'm free tonight. Your place fine?" She can still say no. I'm not taking away her choice here. It could come across as a bit pushy yeah, but at this point saying the same thing three times in a row is funny. To me, at the very least. Still not as funny as her sending an email about being impregnated. A fucking email.
"My place is fine… I'll buzz you in when you get here…" After a moment she says in a quiet voice. Jessica, where oh where did the strong-headed woman I know go? Why am I only discovering now how fun it is to bully you? I may need to back up a bit. Can't go forming (more) bad habits. I need to set an example for Laura after all.
"Alright, you have half an hour to an hour to get ready then."
"Okay. See you soon." She answers quickly and then hangs up the phone. More than likely rushing to prepare or something.
Now then, let's see how bad New York traffic decides to treat me tonight.
_Laura Kinney/
"Whatcha looking at?" Anya startled her from her thoughts. She allows the other girl only slightly taller than her to look over her shoulder. "A picture? Who's that?"
"Don't know." She shakes her head, then looks at the photo again.
This woman… Something is off about her. The longer Laura finds herself looking at this woman's photo, the more she's sure there's something weird with the lady in said photo.
"She's pretty. Where'd you get her picture if you don't know her?" Anya asks, stepping away from her again. She likes Anya for the most part. Anya mostly respects her senses. Not being overly scented like other girls, or being too loud around her. She just talks weirdly. Anya is a bit like Ross in the way they talk, but Ross is only like that half the time. The other half of the time he talks circles around people.
"Wallet." She raises her hand to show the plain-looking black leather wallet in it.
"Isn't that Ross's?"
"Yes."
"Think it's his girlfriend's photo then?" Anya asks and Laura shakes her head in the negative.
"Doesn't have one." She states this as a fact. Laura is with him all the time and he's never mentioned one. So, he obviously doesn't have one. She has a feeling he wouldn't want one either. Her mind goes back to when they first met… No, she won't think about that. Ross treats her well. The past can be left in the past. She won't blame him for it even if he seems to think she does.
"Makes sense. He buys into his whole 'bad boy playboy' shtick after all."
"Yes." She agrees with a nod.
"Well, let's get going then. It's about time for dinner and I've got a great pizza place we can head to, c'mon." Anya smiles at her, then gently tugs on her arm. Laura finds herself nodding along. She goes to put the photo back into the wallet where she found it, only noticing writing on the back of the photo when she does.
So you can see me while at work 3
-Anne
This… is confusing. Ross doesn't act like he would care about something like that. The only time he was sentimental was when he played the piano. Shaking her head she puts the photo back into the man's wallet. She can always just ask Ross who Anne is. He's used to her bluntness by now.
_Roil/
Jessica lived in a building in lower Manhattan, not too far from my penthouse in the city actually. I haven't gone back to it yet, I guess I just started to understand the luxury of being able to run away on my boat at any time if something didn't go my way. Instead of dwelling in my thoughts more, I walk up to the buzzer and hit her room. It connects just a moment later. "Yeah uh, I got a delivery here for Jessica Drew?"
"Ross, just get inside!" She hisses at me, and with a loud buzz, the door unlocks with a click. I just chuckle to myself and head on in. A ride in the elevator and I'm at her door in no time. I give a quick knock and hear Jess yell that it's open. Like a vampire of old, I take the invitation.
"Someone called a plumber? Something about cleaning pipes?"
"Are you going to be doing that the whole time? Please tell me you won't be doing that the whole time." I hear her ask with a pained groan, coming from the kitchen.
"Thought you would be more used to sex jokes by now." I make my way over to her, brushing a hand against the spider couch… my intrusive thoughts inform me I would like to fuck her on said couch, at least once.
"When the subject of the joke is me? Don't think I can get used to that." I walk into the kitchen as she responds. Pausing in my steps I take in the sight before me. Jessica has her back to me. She's wearing tight blue jeans and a light brown sweater. That's all I can notice really before my eyes stay glued to the ass that's popping out as she takes something out of the oven. The only thing going through my mind is just the word nice.
"Nice."
"What was that?"
"Your ass looks nice." I should have taken the easy way out that was offered to me, but when have I ever cared for an easy mode? I'm a Souls player, there are no easy modes.
"I miss the old Ross."
"The old Ross died when you sent him an email about knocking you up." Jessica sighs again at my words. Just putting the casserole dish she had in the oven on the counter, then taking the oven mitts off she turns around to face me, hands on her hips.
"Have you eaten?"
"No, I thought I'd be doing a different kind of eating, however." One day I'll stop. Today is not that day.
"I made baked spaghetti. More than enough for both of us." Jessica ignores my last comment. "I generally make enough for a week then just eat leftovers."
"Practical. Thought being an Avenger would pay more." I take a step forward and look at the dish over her shoulder. Jessica tenses at the sudden closeness, releasing the tension just as quickly as it came. Haven't had something homecooked that I hadn't made myself in a long while. Looks good.
"The pay is fine. I just don't get much time to eat most nights so something I can heat up quickly is my go-to." She explains.
"Makes sense," I say quietly, near a whisper as I'm right by her ear. "It looks delicious." I take a step back, seeing a shiver go through her.
"Thanks. Let's eat."
Yes. I'll make sure to have my fill.
/
We do actually eat the spaghetti, and sure enough there are leftovers, for like, six meals still. A bottle of chardonnay and small talk accompanied the meal.
"So, Carol moved out?" I ask, just after having a sip of wine. We went over to the spider couch after the meal.
"Said she found a place she could stay. We were arguing for a bit but it's fine now. Difference of opinion. I asked if she wanted to come back, but she said she preferred her new place." Jessica takes a sip of her whine, a finger tapping at her jean-clad thigh. "It's not like I can't afford to live here without her." Huh, did she move into the Statue of Liberty? I know she lived there a few times in the comics, but the when is rather hazy.
"Good for her, I suppose."
"Yeah." Jessica nods, giving me a pleasant, happy smile. And I feel there's an issue I feel a need to clarify.
"This seemed like a date, huh?"
"Yeah, but I don't mind."
"I do." I shake my head in a no. "I don't date, Jessica. I need you to be aware of this if this is going to work out." She visibly wilts, recovering quickly enough that if I wasn't staring at her I wouldn't have seen it.
"I understand." She bites her bottom lip slightly, a look of resolve in her eyes as her fist clenches and unclenches. That's a whole array of emotions I don't know, nor care enough to deal with. If she's so insistent on it, she can't say I didn't warn her. I've already resolved to pay child support.
"Don't think you do," I mutter. Then again, that's not my problem. Jessica tenses when I put my glass down, and quickly lean in. I catch her lips, crushing them with mine, and Jessica lets me. Kissing her hard, one of my hands traces along her legs as the other brushes the side of her face. Letting her lips go I rest my forehead against hers, our lips barely touching, breathing each other's air. I feel heat travel through me. "This what you wanted, Jess? I'll indulge you tonight, but just tonight." She licks her lips at my words, green eyes searing her impassioned gaze into my much more serious eyes.
"Th-the bed. Let's go to the bed."
"As you wish." I pick her up in a princess carry, her hands around my neck as her deep green eyes stay glued to my hazel ones. I said I'd treat her as she wanted to be treated for the night, but I feel this needs a final warning. "I'm not taking the blame if you find yourself consumed in a lie."
"I'll take the risk." She whispers. Well, I can commend her adamancy
at the very least.
"Very well," I answer, brushing my lips against hers. Our warm breaths were shared for just a moment. "We have a deal, then."
One she'll probably come to regret
/
It was a night of (mostly) false passion. Making love to a woman, and feeling nothing for it, save the pleasure of the act itself. It's not like I don't like Jessica, I just seriously don't do romantic shit. Not anymore. Never again. A few people have tried to change my mind on that, but I'm kind of a stubborn prick. Does that change the fact I got to fuck an absolute babe? Not at all. We both got what we wanted from this. I got a good fuck with a woman I wanted to bang for a while, and Jessica get's her kid. Probably.
Might need a few more goes, now that I think about it…
Still, I promised Jessica one night of acting, and I kept my promise. I let her dictate the night, making love. After it was done she just wanted to keep kissing and cuddling until we both fell asleep. I had no problem with it, I've always slept better with another person in the bed with me.
The problems started when I woke early the next morning, feeling a heat travelling through my blood. My head feels light, and my face warm. What the hell is happening? Rolling out of Jessica's bed, I take half-staggered steps to her washroom. Pushing the door open I quickly get to the sink and wash my face with cold water. It doesn't help. Everything is still so warm. I catch my reflection in the mirror, noticing clear red veins in my eyes. Had I been poisoned? Is this really the way I'm going down? A bitter chuckle escapes my throat, my hands grip down hard on the porcelain sink.
No. No, it doesn't feel like death is approaching. Nor does it feel like the other times I've been poisoned. What is it then? Something that can affect the body… Jessica's pheromone power? I glance through the open doorway of the washroom, and back to the bed. Jessica is still asleep, half covered in blankets, her tantalizing legs remain uncovered and I find myself drawn to them. Another no, then. I've experienced being on the receiving end of that power, and this isn't that.
But my gaze being unable to leave the woman sleeping does inform me what it could possibly be. An aphrodisiac. I want to take her again, right now. Not only that, I want to utterly destroy her for anyone else. Because she's already mine. Woah ease the fuck up, buddy. I don't do that shit, where the fuck are those thoughts coming from? Fuck, something's wrong with me and having no idea what it is? I'm terrified. Well, I would be terrified, if I wasn't feeling like someone just slammed a booster shot of testosterone into me. Fuck it, my part of the deal is already done and I need to assure Jessica gets pregnant anyway.
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I roll my shoulders as I approach the bed, cracking my jaw as well. It feels like I'm getting ready for a fight, but this is a fight of a very different variety. When I'm at the bedside, I brush a lock of Jessica's black hair away from her eyes. I ghost my hand along her skin, only to immediately grip her chin. "Wake up, Jessica." I nearly growl. Her eyes flutter open slowly, gazing up at me surprised, half asleep still.
"Ross? Do you want me to make breakfast?" She asks. I stick my thumb in her mouth and she blinks. My other hand immediately finding her thigh and giving it a squeeze.
"The night is over. Now I'm doing my job." Talking is hard when all my mind is screaming at me to do is bend her over.
"Wagh?" She blinks up at me again, only to make a strangled noise as the hand that was formerly on her thigh slips under the blanket, immediately going to work on making her wet. "Woss, wait!" Jessica panics around the thumb in her mouth. I take said thumb out and press my lips to hers before she can regain her balance. She's hesitant at first, as unlike the kissing from the night prior, this is rough and needy. Then she seemingly gives up, letting me do whatever I want to her mouth with my own, as my right-hand works her over, and my left grips her ass. I pull back panting for breath, a trail of saliva keeping our mouths connected. With the lost look in her eyes and the wetness coating my hand between her legs, it's rather obvious she's ready for more, but I'll make her beg for it first.
"Cum for me, Jess. Soak my hand." She gives a full-body shudder at my words. Her back arches a moment after, and her pussy squeezes tight around my hand as she does just as I asked. Collapsing down on the bed in a mess of half gasps and small moans. "Good girl," I murmur, Jessica whimpers when I do, and I see her swallow hard as her eyes regain focus on my face. "You like that, don't you?" I ask her in the same tone, pulling the blanket off and out of the way to reveal her seductively full naked body. Her tits are almost as big as Carol's, and she has by far the best ass of all the women I've been with.
Now, I'm going to follow my own desires, spurred on by something else or not, Jessica asked to have a child, so by the time I leave she will be bred. I grab her legs and flip her over before she can fully recover, giving me the perfect view of her bountiful and juicy ass. Jessica cried out when I did, doing so again when I pinned her back to the bed with my hand. Pushing her breasts and face into the bed as I use my other hand to raise her ass up. Quickly lining myself up with her pussy, I move my hands to her hips and pull her onto my cock, fully enveloping myself in her folds as my hips slam into her ass. "Fuck!" She cries out again.
"Good girl," I growl as I pull her off me only to bury myself deep in her again immediately. I slap her ass hard and she yelps, I know she can take it, she's a superhero after all, and I love the way it jiggles. I'm thrusting in and out of her, getting faster each time until I'm fucking Jessica at a steady, quick pace. My hips are constantly slamming into her asscheeks with a heavy clap. She only moans and clenches harder now whenever I spank her ass.
I reach forward and grab her hair, pulling her head up as I fuck her hard. "Fuck! Ross!" She shouts as I fuck her far more roughly than even I usually am. Something I feel I couldn't even control right now if I wanted to. "Fuck, baby. Fuck me, fuck me!" Jessica whines as I slam into her over and over again.
Not too long later I find myself getting close. Quickly grabbing both her hips I once again force her ass back on my cock as I bottom out in her with a growl. "Fucking take it, take it you whore!" Jessica only howls as I explode deep in her, emptying my balls into the woman with a groan of effort. She collapses to the bed chest first, panting as half her face is in the pillow. Her ass is still raised as her pussy leaks both her own juices and the ones I just gave her. Normally I'd be just as exhausted.
I'm still hard. The heat from earlier only burns stronger than ever. I'm not done. No, I won't be done until she's a gibbering mess. I feel something click deep within me, and I know I won't be done until she knows I own her. No! That's… what the fuck? Despite my worry, when Jessica looks back at my fully erect cock with her shocked eyes, a grin comes to my face.
Time for round two. And three. Any amount of time it will take to make her know she's mine.
/
The answer being five. Five rounds of rough fucking as her superhuman stamina struggled to keep up with whatever the hell that was.
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So now I'm once again in Jessica's washroom, gazing blankly at myself in the mirror as I just outlasted a person with super stamina. I look fine. I feel fine. All the weird thoughts from earlier are gone and I'm fully in control of my actions.
So… What the actual fuck was that?
/
Ayoo, so for anyone who skipped the smut scene Ross was semi mind whammied (No actual mind control.[spoiler=spoilers] It was a spell that activated. /spoiler])
Anyways, with this outta the way, lotta important plot stuff happened. And Ima try and get better at smut. As for the part prior to the smut scene, i want to clarify. Ross doesn't care about emotional stuff at all right now. So if it reads as him being rather detached, then i did a good job.
Also the picture of the blonde lady is just random art I found, but she is an actual character in Marvel.
Hope you guys enjoyed, also one last thing.
And thanks my frens that helped edit stuff