About Six Years Ago

Felicia Hardy lived a life of comfort with fortune only ever being a single burglary away for someone like herself. A childhood with one of the world's greatest cat burglars as one's father had shaped her into a truly worthy prodigy of his legacy. Walter Hardy carried a fortune that could rival that of a king's from his years of accumulated treasures gained though less-than-legal methods.

This fortune is attributed to Felicia's rather decadent young adult life. She lived as much as she could after her father had been apprehended with the Hardy fortune remaining intact as he had been incarcerated with his wife and child left to pick up the pieces. Nobody else could see through their lavish exteriors enough to see how truly wounded they were when the beloved father and husband had been thrown into the slammer.

Felicia's mother threw herself into legitimate business as a fashion publisher while her daughter drowned her sorrows in the rich partying scene with other notable figures of New York who also commanded impressive fortunes. For Felicia; they all became this unrecognizable miasma of expensive clothes, accessories, and forgettable personalities inside of her head. Nobody was worth remembering as they just treated her as another pretty pair of legs with money attached to her family name. Living this numb existence of one outing to the next kept her complacent and uninspired.

Breaking this bleak existence for her was when she went to one party that resulted in her being targeted by a human trafficker who worked for a very powerful criminal family who had risen to power very recently. They spotted her and picked her out as the most expensive potential piece out of the crowds of other young women. Her beauty spoke volumes as she looked like a goddess compared to the multitudes of plastic bimbos who bought their immediate beauty with their family's money. She was a natural beacon of indescribable allure that was touched by Aphrodite herself.

Spiking her drink and keeping her drugged as she was smuggled out of the club by the recruiter was child's play for him. The only reason he didn't partake in her beauty was because he loved money more than beautiful women. Her worth unsoiled versus his sloppy seconds was immense; so he made sure that nobody touched her until she reached her destination.

When Felicia finally arrived wearing nothing but a skimpy blue bikini, her sleep deprived body that was still numbed by a mild anesthesia couldn't put up enough of a fight. These monsters had brought her into this brothel as the first girl to christen the new establishment. Fear and sorrow completely drowned her as she clutched herself out of desperation. Her tears burned the whites of her eyes during the pain-filled weeping she suffered while the sounds of club music fell into a mindless droning noise behind the gaudy curtain surrounding the circular bed she sat in the middle of.

For the first time in her life, she felt helplessly alone. A soul crushing emptiness as she realized that she would be used up like a cheap party favor and disposed of when she permanently broke left Felicia unable to contain her misery. this was likely her last moment of real sanity before she would have to suffer the complete destruction of her life as she knew it.

Hearing the curtains being parted and closed just as quickly sent a cold tremor into the depths of her stomach. Her first customer was already here.

Yet nothing happened.

Her initial instinct of clenching her eyes shut and gritting her teeth left this extended silence she noticed hadn't ended. Allowing herself to crack her eyelids open just enough to get a look at the one who entered the restricted area left Felicia a little confused.

Standing in front of her was a guy who looked a bit younger than her. He was dressed in a slimming white suit with a dress shirt that was colorful in a way that didn't feel overly obnoxious. His shoes seemed to be the one thing that actually fit his personality as they were these custom tailored pieces that completed his outfit in a much more subtle way compared to other people she knew would try to make all of their outfit as loud as possible. Meeting his eyes disarmed Felicia a moment as he didn't look at her with desire or carnal desire.

He watched her with this feeling of genuine concern in his eyes.

The more cynical parts of her mind callously accepted that her first time would at least be given to an attractive young Asian man who looked like quite the stud. Whatever happened next didn't matter to Felicia anymore. She was ready to accept her fate.

"What do you want right now?"

It took a second for her to open her eyes again and look back at the one who posed the question.

"Right now. What do you want more than anything else?"

His eyes were strong. No cruelty or sadistic joy in breaking her with an ironic twist of expectations could be detected. Asking her a very serious question was a very serious man who wanted the truth from Felicia.

Something about how he didn't cut corners got to her. Facing years of constant deception and facades left her disillusioned to what others had to say or present to her for her entire life. Constant practiced interactions beat down her expectations for one honest person to show up in her life to save the last bit of hope that she could ever trust anybody ever again.

"I… I… I… I wanna go home! I want to see my mom! I-I-I-I-I don't want to be here anymore!"

Her sobbing could be heard by the cruel souls standing outside of the curtained area she had been set inside of. Their chuckles and calloused jokes could be heard by her. Such cruelty just made her skin crawl with the sensations of numerous insects digging their legs into her porcelain skin.

The fluttering of fabric in the wind before she felt her body become enveloped by a spare blanket Eric had draped over her threw off Felicia. She no longer felt humiliated or helpless as she allowed herself the ability to clutch the blanket preserving her dignity.

"Okay."

Never in her entire life did she expect to be listened to by anybody; especially from somebody she had expected would have raped her heartlessly before leaving her to be consumed by the truly cruel and depraved afterwards.

Yet despite the numerous threats of torture and death thrown at the individual who was guiding her out of the building, he never wavered in making sure she at least could reach the exit.

When she finally did reach the outside of the brothel, the air felt so rejuvenating and crisp as she felt the revitalizing effects of freedom flowing into her lungs. Turning back to her savior, Felicia felt the crawling sensations of fear return as she watched the man who saved her close the door with a crowd of enraged men all about to exercise physical violence upon his much smaller body.

"Hang tight. I'll be back in about fifteen."

Again, he gave her another promise.

The door shut behind him and was bolted shut audibly before the sounds of violence erupted from inside of the building. Being an illegal business involved with prostitution created a building with only one exit for the benefit of those who owned said building. Unfortunately for those inside of the building that night; none of them could escape the man that utilized this glaring health hazard to eliminate all individuals who were keen on getting their ducks wet with innocent women who couldn't refuse them.

As stupid as she thought it was, Felicia found a spot to sit as she counted the seconds that passed. Her life had been beset by constant breaches of trust. In her eyes, this was just a confirmation of her world views. She had been prepared to count till the break of dawn when something truly shocking happened.

Reaching six hundred resulted in the door of the brothel reopening with Eric in his suit with several thin streaks of blood now staining his once pristine suit.

"Sorry about that. I hope I didn't take too long."

Everything else after that fell into an incoherent blur for Felicia.

Not only did he keep his word, he delivered past her expectations. After that, he drove her home and left her life for years. Never again did Felicia ever experience what she did with that younger man that night where he saved her from hell. Many attempted to garner her favor, yet only one deserved her full trust.

Present Time

Gwen saw how much this older woman had been affected by her man's presence in their life. Eric himself had this look of genuine relief as he saw somebody he once saved again in his crazy journey through life.

The femme fatale that she had run into from behind couldn't move from the spot they were frozen in for some reason. Only the passing of time eventually let Felicia allow her legs to bucket under her own weight; which Gwen was able to keep her from injuring herself from by diving in and catching Felicia in a bridal carry.

"Hey, you okay?! What's wrong?"

Not having a full understanding of the situation left Gwen the more sympathetic soul who acted as Spiderwoman would in this scenario. Eric left Gwen to comfort Felicia as the cat burglar hugged Gwen while he opened up the cell that held the one person she wanted to break out of Ryker's Island. Checking the mechanical components of the lock gave Eric enough of an idea as to how he would disengage the deadbolts keeping the door secured. He quickly used his own sharpened tools to swipe at the two steel rods at the top edge as well as slicing through the bottom two with instantaneous precision. Pulling the door to the left by just sticking his palm against it opened up the cell and gave them one of the most pitiable sights imaginable.

Beeping sounds emanating from the medical equipment monitoring this one prisoner's precariously maintained vitals audibly reminded Eric who this person was and how far from grace they fell to be rendered from a charismatic villain into this husk that couldn't even get out of bed on their own anymore. A villain before he became Web Weaver, who was perhaps the last of the silver age era of chivalrous criminals, now laid in life support with the last of their mortal time being spent in this room.

Now it became clear why Felicia had risked so much to break into Ryker in such a desperate measure. Her father was on death's bed and she somehow had come into intel that told her of her father's critical condition.

In Gwen's arms, Felicia was about to plead to Gwen for something when Spiderwoman just cut her off to say just one thing.

"Trust him. He'll help you."

Eric approached the elderly looking gentleman and checked his vitals for a little bit. His breathing was beyond shallow and it seemed like he needed to be on a medicated drip to remain comfortable after what looked like severe malnutrition. Inspecting the man showed that he hadn't been left so withered willingly by himself or his captors as Walter Hardy had suffered some sort of disorder that prevented his body from absorbing nutrition property. Grabbing his charts did confirm that he had just that with the unfortunate caveat that he also suffered from recent organ failure in his heart and lungs. This was a corpse the prison was keeping on life support until he expired and became another cadaver for the to shove into their incinerator.

"Daddy? It's me. It's Felicity. Remember? Please remember, daddy… Please…"

A gentle hand stroked her father's withered left cheek as she tried to wake her dying father one last time. She hovered over the hollow man in need of painkillers to just rest normally. Neither Eric or Gwen interrupted her moment of vulnerability with the man she owed so much to. It became almost heart wrenchingly difficult for Gwen to not tear up as Walter's eyes eventually started to crack open in recognition of his own daughter's voice. Felicia felt a bittersweet joy to see the same steely blue eyes that held all of his suave charm stare back into her own emeralds. His signature mustache smile was as heartwarming as eyes as his eyes carried the joy of reuniting with his precious daughter.

"... You're here."

That was all he could say as Felicia started to hold back her tears of both sadness and happiness. She was given the time to process her overwhelming emotions inside of the dimly lit room with the last of her family. Though her time was limited as Eric had an idea why she had come to break out a dying man.

One Hour Later

Escaping the prison took little issue as they snuck out back the way Eric came with the guard still remaining alone at his post. He told the man to tell the other guards that he just found them unconscious where Felicia left them before lifting Walter Hardy out of the prison with a thick wool blanket wrapped around his frail body and the IV bag hanging from his fingers. He remained consistently gentle while carrying the ailing man all the way back out of the prison and back outside.

Walter Hardy went into a coughing fit when outside, apologizing afterwards as he just felt the cold air stinging his lungs after he took his first deep breath outside of prison for the first time in years. It truly did feel different to breathe the air outside.

Felicia carefully navigated them up until they reached a cemetery further into Queens. Her heart had been preparing for this moment as she guided Eric and Gwen with her father in hand to one specific plot that was illuminated by the glowing moonlight above. Reaching their destination finally unveiled her grand master plan regarding why she wanted to break out Walter Hardy one last time.

On the tombstone slightly covered with snow at the top were the words that honored the life and woman that was Lydia Hardy. A beloved mother and wife who died just a few years ago.

Throwing herself back into her work to distract herself from her family's woes led to Lydia overworking herself and straining her to the point of having a terrible brain hemorrhage. Felicia lost her mother before she could say goodbye with just the letter and estates belonging to her family being given to her by the many lawyers and accountants who just offered empty condolences for her soul crushing loss. Reading the letter in private told her the awful truth that her father had contracted a terrible medical condition that was killing him in prison. Trying to submit for a request of temporary amnesty for medical reasons left Felicia helpless as the clock was just ticking on with her father's final days being wasted inside of that cold heartless place. So she took matters into her own hands and decided to don a costume based on her father's old persona as a cat burglar. Thus the new Black Cat was born.

Felicia allowed her real platinum white hair color she inherited from her father to come out as she utilized everything her father taught her since she was a young child to infiltrate the prison. It also certainly helped that she had her father's old equipment and unnatural physical prowess to assist her in breaking him out one last time. This then led to her running into the man she had a life debt towards as well as another just like him. She couldn't even begin to imagine how much she owed him anymore after he helped guarantee her father's safety as they were able to reach her mother's grave.

Both father and daughter were left in peace as they swept off the thin layer of frost that had built up on top of the granite tombstone. Their last time together as a family was spent honoring the one who left them first.

"... I told you I would come back to you, Lydia. And Felicity is here, too. Look how much she's grown. I would even say she's even more beautiful than when you were in your prime…"

Gwen was the first to start crying as she pressed her face into Eric's chest to stifle her weak sobs. Watching the last time this family would ever be together in life left her heartbroken for them all.

"... I'm sorry I came back too late. Always overpromising, I know… But at least I got to be with my two precious girls… one… last…"

His voice faded before he could finish his sentence. Felicia's hand laid over her father's withered right one as it remained on top of the tombstone with all the snow cleared off. She finally let herself feel the grief of losing her family and cried openly with tears streaking down her face with her mascara streaking all the way down her cheeks. A beautiful full moon illuminated the lonely cat now crying out into the night all alone.

If she could, Felicia would have traded all of her wealth and fortune for one more day with her family. A wish she knew was impossible.

Three Days Later

After she had fulfilled her mission, Eric put in an anonymous tip for somebody to come and find Walter Hardy's body at the cemetery. The ambulance and officers who arrived all took off their hats and honored the man who died at his wife's grave with a moment of solemn silence. He was given a funeral with Felicia trying her best to keep it together as she donned her blonde hair and coordinated the ceremony herself. Only she did so in the much needed care of Eric and Gwen when they brought her back to his apartment so that she could be with someone during her time of mourning. Since she no longer had family and all of her friends were more business associates, somebody who actually did anything for her out of her actual needs seemed to be the only viable option for Felicia. Even Gwen found it cruel if they just left her all alone to deal with her grief.

"Yes… That is what I want, yes… That will be fine. You can speak to my assistant tomorrow by calling my office and you can leave the invoices with her."

Another phone call to coordinate her father's funeral service left Felicia rather drained after she hung up and landed on the bed face first and curled up into herself on her left side. She wore one of Eric's oversized black tees and some black lace panties she was given to by her gracious hosts after they ordered some stuff overnight for her extended stay with them. Having to be the one to put this all together felt cruel for life to not even give her the means to mourn without having to be constantly reminded of her tragic loss. First her mother and now this.

If she was alone, she didn't know if she would have kept it together as well as she was now. Having a support system just felt like something she never had to pay attention to until now.

For the most part, Felicia knew that these people meant well and she decided to trust them as she had trusted Eric all those years ago. It still blew her mind that she had been saved by a seventeen year old kid as she discovered that she was almost six years older than him. Knowing that he also had a girlfriend who was essentially a decade older than her didn't make her feelings any less complicated.

Ever since she had been rescued, the once infamous Party Hardy went from one of the most fun girls to have a night of fun with to someone who was relatively more conservative with spending the night in bed with both men and women. What nobody knew was that she had kept thinking about the one who saved her without hesitation from a dangerous place that he had wiped out on a whim. No mention of a reward or compensation was even uttered before he just vanished into the night, never to be seen again. The few times she did have sex afterwards always ended up with her imagining him as her bed fellow. Then she realized that she didn't want to just go out and scratch an itch when he was all she could think about.

So she cleaned up her act over the years and eventually just became a fun girl who would just go out to party without the need of sex to end the night. Her friend group dramatically decreased since she stopped sleeping around, funnily enough. Being reunited with her savior while he was seemingly in a committed relationship really soured her hopes at a possible chance with him. Though she still couldn't find herself hating him as he still was helping her after doing so once already. His kindness left her wanting to repay him in a way that she could enjoy with him at the same time.

Out of a naughty impulse, Felicia felt her core beginning to tingle as she turned her face into the dark comforter. Her face buried itself into the blankets as she began to take deep breaths through her nose to savor his natural musk. He smelled even better than she imagined with just a hint of oak and some cologne that she couldn't recognize. The natural masculine scent was clean, which she thought was incredibly sexy as it went straight to her head and left a numbing tingle that made the heat between her thighs unbearable. Trailing her hands down her sensual curves over the shirt set her porcelain skin ablaze with his scent along it harder to not touch herself. Being left with just sex toys for the past few years just made her appetite for his body that much worse.

Gwen had already gone out for groceries while Eric was in the middle of patrolling. Felicia knew at least Gwen was going to be back soon, but it hurt how turned on she was. Not scratching this itch would just make it harder for her to act normally when one of them returned. As grateful as she was that they were helping her through this tough time, she really missed being able to masturbate privately.

Letting herself brush her right hand over the front of her panties practically seared the skin with how sensitive she was. Maybe the threat of being caught was just making it that much more exciting for Felicia since she forgot to check what time it was since Gwen ran out to finish her errands. Racing against the clock made it that much more exciting as she pulled her underwear off and tossed it off to the side to give her leaking wet slit the room she needed to finger herself.

Rather than Just taking off her shirt, bunching it up over her breasts and holding the fabric up to her face was the way to go as Eric's shirt still had so much of his scent on it still. His scent flooded her airways as she laid back onto the comforter while she spread her thighs out to the sides and began teasing her glistening folds with her right fingers.

Never had touching herself without any of her toys felt so intense. Every little breeze and brush of her digits against her clit took her breath away and replaced the air in her lungs with more of his musk. A nonstop loop of sensual stimulation kept her high in the clouds while she played with herself.

Her hands were elegant and well manicured. Some even complimented how perfect she was as a woman. She often got mistaken for a model and would often get all sorts of ridiculous offers for her hand in marriage from all sorts of men who were well outside of her age range with money that could bail out a small nation like it was a passing fancy. Several older women even threw their cash her way, to which she still said no. Having fun used to be the way she approached things and even came to embrace that part of herself as a person. All of these things all changed for her after she fell flat on her face for one man.

Rubbing circles around her sensitive button was a nice start, but she wanted more.

She started with her middle and ring finger as she sank them slowly into her depths. Those tight inner muscles squeezed down hard on her invading digits while she began stirring them inside of her honey pot. Soft squishing noises combined with her high pitched cries of euphoria echoed throughout the apartment. The spot her gravity defying ass had been planted on the bed was soaked with her nectar with more of her juices increasing the size of the dark spot left on top of the blankets. Felicia had been so horny that she completely neglected to even put down a towel or find a spot where she wouldn't leave a hard-to-explain mess all over the one bed in the apartment. It was too late now as her body demanded more from the sweating Aphrodite who gyrated her voluptuous figure as she added another finger into herself.

Achieving orgasm so soon caught Felicia completely unaware of her release. Her screams were muffled with the shirt being pressed against her face being bitten as she convulsed with each wave of her climax slamming her against the walls of her personal nirvana. A couple of sprays even shot out of her pussy and left massive wet spots on the wall and window. By the time she could finally breathe properly, she was a sweaty mess sprawled out on top of the bed with her skin glowing with tingles which felt like the dancing heat of a warm fire after a long stay outside in the cold. The smile she had as she struggled to catch her breath perfectly illustrated how satisfying that was for her. Not even some of her past sexual encounters felt as amazing as that one masturbation session.

Needless to say, she scratched that itch to completion.

Now she needed to get up and at least make an effort to try and clean up after herself. Having her blood feel like a bubble bath didn't help in adding to her lack of urgency.

Rolling over to her left again to try and get more leverage to get off the bed left a wet spot behind her with the love juices and sweat she soiled the sheets with. Stretching her arms up and tilting her head upwards did help release the small kinks in her muscles after she had seized up multiple times with her previous orgasm. Through her almost closed eyelids, her vision caught just a hint of something interesting.

The door looked to have swung open a little wider than when she left it. Not only that, something was blocking the light of the living room just below the halfway point of said door. Acting like she didn't see anything let Felicia get back up onto her feet after sitting back up and scooching her plump rear over to the foot of the bed with a slight exaggeration to the curve of her back to show off her impossibly perky tits. She truly was built like the ideal fantasy of a woman.

On the other side of the door was none other than the little voyeur who caught Felicia diddling herself to the smell of their man. Gwen Stacy had already returned just a few minutes earlier when she heard some rather naughty sounds coming from inside of the bedroom. Rather than announcing that she had returned, she set down the bags of groceries onto the kitchen table before going to investigate the noises. An instinctive impulse made her think that not interrupting Felicia and just checking up on her would be the most appropriate course of action. Rational thoughts kept coming to her in this manner until she was squatting on the balls of her feet with her curiosity needing to see how Felicia was doing. She didn't need to be a medical expert to see that Felicia was fingering herself while huffing her lover's shirt.

Yet she couldn't look away.

Staring at Felicia as the older woman was sensually twisting all over the sheets entrapped Gwen in this hypnotic trance as the scent of Felicia's arousal caught her nose. An alluring perfume of Black Cat's natural arousal somehow affected the Spiderwoman who never really saw herself as a lesbian in the past. Maybe some dares led to her kissing some friends during a get together years ago, but that was more experimentation than anything else. Somehow, this tempting scent made it impossible to push down the heat rising in her ears and between her legs the longer she watched this sex goddess pleasure herself. Inside of her mind, a switch was hit as she instinctively began to join in on the fun while peeking in on Felicia touching herself.

Back when she had been recruited into the Spider Society, Gwen had been taught the ins and outs of Canon events and how they could affect everything inside of the worlds they took place in. Had she possessed more clarity, her memory would have kicked in and reminded her that sometimes events can influence acceptable substitutes to take place instead of the ones who were to engage with said event. Being a spider person, Felicia's arousal managed to affect her body to draw her into the cat-like woman with real sexual desire. The fact that she was also a woman didn't stop Gwen from feeling the temptation of Black Cat and their otherworldly beauty.

Leaving the home wearing her black nylon stockings, a short pleated checkered skirt combined with suspenders over a tight white button up shirt that went down to her wrists suited her lean petite build with her choice of black fleece jackets. Her hand easily slipped underneath her skirt as she just rubbed the outer materials covering her crotch and managed to find enough pleasure to follow Felicia into her own orgasm when she witnessed the woman spray her squirt all over the bedroom window and walls. Seeing this vixen do something so naughty pushed Gwen over the edge as the barrage of pheromones erupting from the room made her dizzy as she made a small mess through the front of her stockings and panties. A lack of blood flow to her brain stunned Gwen for a good amount of time as she tried to not tilt over and fall onto her ass.

Without a single warning, the bedroom door swung wide open and startled Gwen badly enough for her to scream and fall backwards onto her ass anyways. Though she wasn't able to voice her displeasure since she had been caught red handed by a very amused looking Felicia Hardy with her entire body now lacking any sort of clothing at all. A Cheshire grin on her plump lips curled her face into a playfully devious expression that made Gwen rub her thighs together the longer she stared back into those emerald gems sparkling with mischief.

"Enjoy the show?"

Getting caught didn't scare Gwen as much as it filled her with anticipation. Her own slit betrayed her as the sight of a completely nude Felicia soaked the material of her stockings in more of her arousal. Felicia licked her lips as she swayed her hips with the few short steps she took towards Gwen. Standing so close to Gwen gave the younger woman the perfect view of Black Cat's bald pussy lips dripping in more sticky arousal. Before she could say anything else, the bare left foot was raised and pushed Gwen's left leg aside before she lifted the hem of her skirt with the same foot to reveal the large darkened spot in her stockings.

"Seems like you did. How naughty of you, Gwen. Peeking in on me being so exposed and vulnerable."

Letting the skirt drop back down, Felicia slowly squatted down and went down on all fours while leaning into her left ear and whispered into it. She busied her left hand with the front of Gwen's tight button up and squeezed the right breast through the thin material.

"Bad little spiders like you can't escape a kitty like me. I'm gonna enjoy eating you up."

Gwen couldn't fight back anymore.

Felicia had her fangs deep into Gwen's heated desires. Tearing the front of the shirt open and letting the buttons fly off demonstrated how desperate the cat was for Gwen's nubile body. The lacy red bra was quickly unfastened from the front clasp and exposed the petite breasts tipped with coral pink nipples. Their stiff state of excitement made Felicia salivate right as she bent down and captured the left nipple inside of her impatient mouth. Those adorable moans and squeals of joy were sensual music to her ears.

She couldn't even keep her own fingers away from her own slit as Felicia also masturbated while letting her left hand trailed down Gwen's trembling body. The lower she went, the more Gwen leaned back and spread her thighs. It had been a while since she had such a pretty young blonde such as Gwen as a lover. This punk rock beauty made it easy for Felicia to fall back into the rhythm of how a woman wanted to be touched with how sensitive she was. Another act of domination from Felicia took the form of her teasing the crotch of the nylon stockings before her fingers dug into the elastic material and just ripped a massive hole through the thin material. Doing this also ripped the red g-string into pieces. The slightly painful friction just sent a tremor of lust up Gwen's spine.

Rubbing her sex, Felicia loved how smooth and soft Gwen's pussy felt against her fingers. Using the arousal as lube to allow her fingers to glide all over was like feeling the finest silks rub up against her skin. There wasn't anything wrong with hair down there, but nothing made a pussy prettier than a smooth valley of nothing but skin. Pushing her fingers into Gwen felt incredible for how tight her love passage was. She even felt the need to compliment Gwen with the nipple leaving her lips with an audible pop.

"You're so tight! No wonder Eric loves to fuck you. I couldn't imagine not abusing your pretty pink pussy whenever I could."

Listening to such dirty talk caused her sex to clamp down harder onto Felicia's digits. Knowing that her words greatly turned on Gwen gave her another idea. Pulling out the dripping wet fingers out of Gwen's core, she played with the sticky strands of arousal coming down her hand right in front of Gwen's face.

"So dirty. You have such a beautiful hole that makes such a mess. I think you need to clean this up."

Bringing it to Gwen's face had the dazed young woman instinctively open her mouth so that she could suck her own essence off of Felicia's hand. Some people found the idea of drinking their own release to be a disgusting practice, but Gwen found her taste to be borderline addicting. Her tongue happily slurped everything down while Felicia kept touching herself as she drove Gwen deeper and deeper into the depths of depraved pleasure.

Evening

Entering his own apartment after going around and paying off the prison guards on his payroll felt like heaven after two of the guards needed to be reminded about why he was more than generous with their cut. No other complaints were uttered by the overconfident corrupt guards as they both returned to their stations with the others to corroborate the story that some mystery person had snuck into the prison that was described as a lanky tall man in optical camo who could turn invisible at will. A complete lie he wanted to fly to protect Felicia and her persona as the new Black Cat.

The entire apartment was doused in black with only the outside lights and moonlight giving any visibility for him to navigate the darkness. Knowing where everything was already made it easy for him to just walk around without having to walk over to the light switch. Since he could still feel the residual heat of two people in the apartment, Eric just assumed that the two girls went to bed early for some reason. Gwen and Felicia shared the bed with Eric using the couch as temporary bedding. He left them the more comfortable sleeping arrangement out of courtesy for Felicia since Gwen seemed to help the twenty eight year old woman fall asleep easier.

Turning off his nanite suit rendered Eric back into his white long sleeved shirt with just his gray stretchy joggers keeping his legs warm. He spotted the groceries left on top of the dining room table and quickly put them away before looking around with the limited lighting he had.

The bedroom had been left wide open with some of the moonlight bleeding through the wide open door. Going to shut it to let Gwen and Felicia sleep in peace happened to cause Eric to kick something that was small and likely made of some kind of plastic across the wooden floors. Looking for whatever he had just kicked into the darkness would be easier if he did so tomorrow morning.

Approaching the opened bedroom brought him closer to the source of this sweet aroma that was making his pants feel restrictive. It just reminded him how little Gwen and him had fun since letting Felicia into their lives. None of this was her fault, but he did miss the feeling of Gwen pouncing on top of him and demanding that he let her have her way with her man. After the shit he had to deal with earlier, that sort of fun would be perfect for his exhausted spirit.

Beating off in the shower would be good enough for him to survive tonight. All he planned to do was sneak past Gwen and Felicia and grab some clothes before taking a shower and going to bed himself. He was far more tired than he was hungry.

When he finally entered the bedroom, he took all of two steps in before he suddenly stopped completely as his eyes were struggling to process what was happening in front of him. Having no expectations while living with two very attractive women didn't prepare him for one of the most arousing sights of his entire life.

Gwen was on all fours and hovered over Gelicia as they both were locked in a passionate kiss with each other. Moonlight poured through the window and illuminated their bodies in the sapphire glow of lunar light as they rubbed up against each other in the nude. They clearly had been going at it for quite some time as Eric saw the remnants of water bottles tossed off to the sides of the room while they were still covered in perspiration. Two naked glistening women on his bed kissing each other left him more confused than anything else as both of them finally took notice of Eric and fixated on him with this predatory glint in their eyes that sized him up like a piece of meat.

Over the past few years as New York's most infamous killer, Eric never once felt as scared and aroused as he did then and there with Gwen and Felicia suddenly starting to approach him while crawling like lionesses stalking their prey. He instinctively started backpedaling slowly out of the room while struggling to find his next few words.

"I, um… I think that I… I'm just gonna-"

Neither Gwen nor Felicia were having it. None of the tingle of his spider sense that would have accelerated his already pronounced sense of speed kicked in. In fact, his spider sense may have slowed him down at that moment as two pairs of hands grabbed him by his shirt and threw him onto the damp bed before he felt his sense of gravity go topsy turns.

They pounced on him at the same time and began to tear his clothes off. Not removed with great enthusiasm; his clothes were torn to shreds by both genetically enhanced women in a frenzy that piranhas would see as excessive. Eric was naked in less than twenty seconds before his lips were claimed in a desperate kiss by Gwen while Felicia was focused on a very large piece of muscle that was throbbing in front of her like a giant obelisk.

Finally being able to intimately interact with the man of her dreams gave her a reality that was far better than her own fantasies. Felicia didn't even know that they men this big where it counted. She counted eleven inches on the shaft while the head made Eric a truly dangerous man for somebody like her.

In her previously promiscuous past, the biggest she ever had from a man was eight inches. He actually disappointed her by being too lazy and too quick to finish. He didn't even get her halfway there when he just gave up. Now she was feeling nervous for the first time in bed. How Gwen managed to fit this thing into her tight little box and kept it so tight left Felicia bewildered.

Wrapping her hands around it compounded how thick he was as well. Her fingertips struggled to touch as she gripped Eric with what she considered an above average grip. He clearly liked it as his hips rose up to try and use her grip to stroke his tortured member. As much as she wanted him to destroy her throat, the part of her that hurt from being so empty demanded that she saddle up and get to the good part already.

Straddling his carved body felt surreal. For years, he never left her mind after that night. Fantasies and imagination paled in comparison to the real deal. The last time she slept with anybody before now was six years ago with this attractive Korean model with a sizable penis that she wanted to use as a catalyst for her fantasy.

They got pretty far as he was about to mount her when she suddenly felt repulsed with what she was doing. Felicia shoved him off of her without warning and began to sob out of shame as she finally realized that she fell hard for somebody she missed so dearly. The model took things in good stride and even acted professional after he had been rejected. From then on, sex wasn't something she approached so casually.

Some part of her felt like she didn't prepare enough for this while the other parts regretted not having this monster of a cock be her first. Had she had this as her first, nothing would have ever measured up ever again.

Pressing her sex against his took her breath away. Eric already drove her mad with just the lightest of contact. Him being inside of her actually scared her a little.

Pulling herself off of Eric's lips, Gwen looked over her shoulder and saw Felicia hesitate to take her man into her body. Seeing Felicia's lack of commitment frustrated the Spiderwoman as Eric clearly was experiencing discomfort while being teased.

So she did the one thing that would help Felicia overcome her fears. Pulling Felicia down onto Eric, his arms instinctively wrapped themselves around her as Felicia's breasts squished perfectly against his hardened build. Falling into his embrace enveloped Felicia with this perfect sense of safety. Her heart was racing as she experienced a truly revolutionary feeling of vulnerability with this unimaginable human being. His lips attacked hers without mercy as he kissed her so possessively that her eyes accidentally rolled back from his passion for her. Meanwhile, Gwen was touching herself as she felt pride that Eric was being so thorough with Felicia. What she wanted to see was Felicia break down and become somebody she struggled to hide behind the mask of her outward confidence.

Obtaining control over the situation allowed Eric to aim his member directly at Felicia's leaking hole. She had no say in the matter of how fast or slow she wanted it after Eric took over. Only his pace existed with her being a passenger for the ride.

Inserting himself into her tightness stole both of their breaths. Gwen watched Felicia go completely broken with just the insertion. Those gorgeous emerald irises rolled up into her skull as her sex swallowed up Eric's entire length at a steady pace. Eric was merciless as he didn't even pause when he felt the cervix press up against his tip. It didn't take as much force as predicted as Felicia's final barrier almost swallowed the last of his length before he needed to press into her until her sex finally accommodated all of him. He was pressed so tightly at the back of her womb that the physical discomfort all but transformed into a maelstrom of divine sensations overloading her already shattered mind.

When he started to pump his length im and out of her was where the magic truly happened.

Watching this confident figure of adult seduction become this truly carnal woman who found her match deeply satisfied Gwen as she had been Felicia's plaything for several hours. Retribution had been delivered in a very satisfying way for Gwen as she kept enjoying the show with great enthusiasm.

Nothing could ever compare to this level of heavenly experiences. Not even the lesbian orgy she had participated in eight years ago came close to how intimate and powerful this man felt against her extremely receptive body. There were lovers who were perfect for each other, and then there were people who exceeded the level of perfection and dove directly into the classification of insanity for how they could make each other feel. Slamming into Felicia repeatedly drove the woman into a release that sent her into a wild fit of shaking that her body couldn't suppress.

Her sobbing was a deep release that had tears pouring out of her eyes. Gwen was still cumming as she embraced Felicia from behind and kissed her back with genuine tender love. Holding her against his shoulder let Felicia release all of her pent up emotions in a truly intense moment of unbridled release.

She went for almost twenty minutes while Eric and Gwen both made sure to let Felicia know she was still in their care. When she finally could speak again, Eric had both women in his arms as Gwen held Felicia to her chest.

"... This wasn't my first time. I slept around before this so much that… I wasn't… I wanted…"

More tears threatened to spill when Gwen stopped them with a gentle kiss to her lips. Sapphire stared into emerald as Gwen gave Felicia the hope that she would continue with the knowledge she was amongst people who loved her.

"I… I had nothing to give here… I'm used up and… I'm sorry! I'm so sor-sorry that I'm so… God, I'm just-"

Before the words left her mouth, Eric interrupted her. He broke her self deprecating coping mechanism for sleeping around years ago with his own experiences with sex.

"The first woman I slept with was when I was fifteen. She was fifty-two with a relatively attractive body that a teenage kid like me could deal with. Apparently, she liked them young and I fit the bill at the time."

Hearing such a morbid tale for the first time shocked both Gwen and Felicia. Neither of them wanted to make Eric relive such a terrible experience in any circumstances. Lacking the ability to absorb trauma properly left him looking more regretful than outright tortured while recalling the experience.

"She made me do all the work. Getting close enough to her had me doing all sorts of things for her. Even somebody like me found himself hating her by the end."

Again, that regret came in stronger as he looked troubled by the event. Gwen and Felicia wanted him to stop, but they saw that perhaps they needed to let Eric speak in this instance.

"Eventually, I got close enough to complete my job. I grabbed the hairpin on the nightstand she left there and stabbed her thirty-seven times in the same spot on her neck."

Staring at him revealed nothing. Such senseless violence only came from a deep seated sense of hatred. What happened that night would follow him to the grave as he expelled that festering bile of hatred into how he violently killed that bitch. Looking down at the mangled meat that used to be her neck filled him with no joy as he stood over her naked, bruised, humiliated, and enraged beyond anything he had ever felt before then. He lacked the experience as a teenage boy to find earlier opportunities to assassinate her, so he endured whatever she wanted to do to him to reach the most ideal moment to strike. Since then, he went on to only sleep with women to either kill or gain intel on his actual target.

It wasn't until Gwen that he finally found connection in physical contact. Her first touch thawed this barrier of ice that he had neglected for his entire life and returned him to something that he had been denied up until she came into his life.

Somehow, in some way, she made him realize that he didn't need to treat himself as expendable anymore. To Gwen, he was her entire world. Not respecting that love would only be the greatest disservice to her he could possibly commit. By loving him, he learned to value himself.

"You are here because we want you here. Not because of your money. Not because you are insanely beautiful. Because we want to care for you. Because we chose to love you."

Devaluing herself would only pay their affection a great disservice. They loved her and she needed to at least understand they wouldn't stop doing so just because she felt lesser as a person for how she abused herself as a younger woman. To let them into her life, they would help her in whatever way they could for her as long as she knew that they did so out of their kindness for somebody they deeply cared for.

Felicia fell asleep between Eric and Gwen as they faced her and made sure she felt safe in their presence. Working through her past still needed her attention, but she didn't feel so overwhelmed anymore.

At least she had two more very competent people in her corner now.