(Author's note) My apologies for the wait; this chapter took longer than expected. I've been busy with work lately. To make things even weirder, I've been getting death threats. Preparing for a possible assassination attempt has completely stalled my writing. The bad thing is, it is someone I thought was a very close friend who has been making the threats. PM me if you would like further details.

Chapter Ten: Fifty Shades of Webb

Thoughts raced through Peter's mind as he lay in bed. The excitement at the Brooklyn Bridge had died down, and he was finally free from his collector job for Hammerhead. He was also happy because his Uncle Ben and Aunt May were back together. Plus, May was pregnant, which was unbelievable - "How in the world is that even possible?" he thought to himself.

Peter, despite being free from Hammerhead, remained cautious, aware that he might still be in jeopardy. Hammerhead's resources were vast, and he had several police officers in his pocket. It was definitely comforting to have someone like Captain Stacy watching over him and his family. Captain Stacy was an exemplary police officer, completely free from corruption.

Peter deeply regretted the fact that Mary Jane discovered him and Gwen Stacy in a compromising position beneath the bridge. He had genuine feelings for MJ and desired a romantic relationship with her. Now, that was quite the contrast. He aimed to elaborate on it at school tomorrow, hoping she would understand.

He wasn't even fully sure of what was going on, either. Somehow, the science teacher and three of Hammerhead's prostitutes were also pregnant–-and apparently, it might've been because of him. So many questions which had no logical answers. He hoped a good night's rest would help clear his mind.

Shortly after, as sleep claimed him, his mind embarked on a fantastical dream journey. Colors danced before him in a hypnotic spiral, creating a swirling rainbow collage. As time passed, the colors blurred into a smoky haze. Beyond the cloud lay a boundless web, extending to the limits of vision. In the web's heart, a beautiful woman rested peacefully. Peter's gaze caught the silhouette of her perfect form, her arms resting on her curved hips–-her legs long and slender–-and he could tell she was completely naked. Her blue eyes seemed even brighter against the backdrop of her auburn hair. The smoky eyeshadow gave her a sultry appearance. With fresh skin and berry-colored lips, she had a youthful glow. The graceful curve of her neck met her clavicle seamlessly. Her shapely breasts stood pert and upright, causing Peter to feel instantly aroused.

And then…in a flash, the vast web descended upon him, trapping him like a fly ensnared in its sticky embrace. He tried wiggling and squirming, but his struggles to break free only intensified his paralysis.

Rising to her feet, the beautiful woman started walking towards him. As she approached, Peter was struck by how she looked familiar to someone he'd seen in the past.

"You look just like Dakota Johnson," Peter proclaimed. "The woman from those 'Fifty Shades of Grey' movies," he added.

Her eyebrow shot up as she asked, "Aren't you a little young to be watching films like that?"

"My auntie forbids me from watching them, but I downloaded them illegally on my computer one night."

"Did you like this woman, Dakota Johnson?" she inquired.

Peter grinned sheepishly. "Indeed, I believe she is beautiful, much like yourself."

"Maybe that's why I'm showing up in front of you as this alluring film star."

"What do you mean?" Peter retorted.

"I could have been anyone in your dream. My ideal appearance was entirely your call," she insisted. "I am honestly surprised I didn't appear as your love interest, Mary Jane."

Peter attempted to break free from the sticky web's grasp. "It's hard to believe this is just a dream. If so, this webbing feels extremely constricting."

"Well… I didn't want my little spider-man running away before I could get my hands on him."

"Can you be more specific about what you want from me?" Peter snapped back.

"I am the one who injected you with the venom that grants you extraordinary powers," she revealed. "And now I must mate with you so that we can complete the transformation."

"Transformation?" Peter echoed. "Will I become a butterfly?" he quipped.

"Always the humorous one, aren't you, Peter?" she mocked. "I will enjoy our time being…together."

"Again. What is the purpose of all this?" Peter persisted in his search for answers.

"Only by becoming one can we face the coming darkness and spearhead the new rebellion."

"Hmm…That totally answered my question… NOT!" Peter exclaimed. "Can you please stop speaking in riddles? What darkness? What rebellion?" he insisted on knowing.

Earth is facing an invasion from evil forces. Our army of spider-children will be necessary to overcome the challenges ahead." She informed him.

"I'm sorry. Did you just say…our spider-children?" he repeated, confused. "What spider-children?" He continued, even though he suspected what she was referring to.

"You know the children I speak of, silly," she replied. The science teacher, the three prostitutes in the penthouse, Felicia, Silver Sable, Harley Quinn, Maggie and Janice, the seven caged prostitutes, Gwen, and of course-"

The last one wasn't something Peter wanted to hear. He had a terrible gut-feeling of who she was going to name. It should've been out of the question because he never had sexual relations with her.

"-May Parker," she continued.

"That can't be. I never did anything with her!" he exclaimed.

"Sure you did, Peter. Think back to that night–-the night you dreamt about having intercourse with Mary Jane. Remember how real the experience had felt when you had woken up?"

Peter's mind raced, trying to remember that night. The feeling of the dream, being with MJ, lingered in his mind. The view of the beach, the warm touch of the most beautiful woman in the world. He could still remember how good it felt when she went down on him, sucking on his throbbing penis like a lolly-pop. He also remembered how tight her pussy was while she rocked her hips back and forth on his cock. It felt so unbelievably real. That's when he remembered the thud on the floor–the one that woke him up. "No. It couldn't have been her," he thought aloud. He then turned his attention towards the Dakota Johnson look-alike. "Who are you? What are you?"

"I go by the name of Madam Webb. I am the observer of your intimacy. I have given you the power of irresistible love making."

"I…I still don't understand what is going on here. What will become of these unborn children?"

"Enough questions. "Now is the time for us to unite," Madam Webb insisted.

Just then, Peter found himself naked, freed from the constricting webs. He tried to back away from Madam Webb, hoping he could somehow escape the nightmare. However, it was of no use. Webb was controlling this dream–or whatever this was.

Unexpectedly, more webs appeared, encasing Peter's wrists and ankles, trapping him as before. This time, however, his body was completely vulnerable.

An allure of pheromones drifted past his nose, pheromones even more powerful than the ones that lofted about when he perspired. At first, he tried to fight the feeling, but it was of no use. He was completely spellbound, just as the women were drawn to his irresistible pheromones.

Madam Webb began caressing his chest, tantalizing his torso with the tips of her fingernails, lingering her way down towards his midsection. Peter gave a slight giggle when she passed a ticklish spot near his hip bone, also causing him to squirm a bit from the fluttering sensation in his gut. Webb could only smile at his reaction.

She slowly moved her fingers down his inner thigh, teasing him by brushing past his private parts. The soft touch of her hands made Peter as hard as a rock. She repeated her movements a couple more times until he was throbbing uncontrollably. Peter tried rocking his hips back and forth, hoping to get the slightest touch.

Finally, she stopped teasing him, gently grabbing a hold of his shaft, caressing it softly up and down–the sensation making Peter's back arch. She then began kissing him on his neck, making her way down his chest and naval area. Her kisses made it down to his shaft, where she massaged it with her lips. She then stuck the head of his dick in her mouth and slowly rotated her tongue, Peter's back now arching even further than before. The warm, wet motion felt like she was making love to his penis.

Moments later, she climbed up onto him, straddling his waist. She then lowered herself down onto his cock, only allowing a couple of inches at a time to penetrate her. She wanted to make sure the shaft was properly lubricated before she took the whole thing in.

Her supple titties hung in his face, allowing Peter to suck on her hardened nipples. He couldn't help but move back and forth in a figure eight motion, trying to get a mouth full every go-around.

After a couple minutes of her only allowing the tip to get wet, Peter couldn't take it anymore. He needed to feel all of her insides. He broke free of the web restraints, grabbed hold of her hips, and forced her down onto his throbbing cock, causing her to let out a gigantic moan. He then held her hips still while he thrusted upward at a fast rate, the feeling making Madam Webb dripping wet.

Webb pushed his hands away and began her own fast motion of moving her hips back and forth, rubbing her clit against his pubic hairs. "Oh, my God! I'm about to cum all over your dick!" she squealed.

Peter could feel the gush of warm, wet fluid when it happened, lubricating his penis ever more. He then flipped her over onto her back and began thrusting up and down as hard as he could. Her pussy was so tight he could feel it stretching as he moved in and out.

"I want you to cum!" she blurted. "I want to feel you explode in me!"

Peter needed one last view to get himself to that point. That's when he flipped her over on her stomach. He then straddled his legs on the outside of her's and began fucking her as hard as he could–-Madam Webb grabbing hold of the webbing as she could feel herself about to cum again. Peter smacked the back of her perfect ass, watching it bounce as he penetrated. And then, the feeling got there. Peter knew he was about to erupt.

"Oh God! Here it comes!"

"Oh yeah, baby! Let me have it!" Webb insisted.

"Oooooh!" Peter let out a loud moan as his orgasm flowed into her pussy. The feeling seemed like it would never stop. It might have been the longest orgasm he ever had.

Even after he was finished nutting, he couldn't help but continue to slowly move his penis in and out, trying to get every last feeling he could.

Madam Webb rolled over. "Ah." she let out a sigh of relief. "The transformation is finally complete."

And then, in an instant, Madam Webb began to fade away.

"Where are you going?" Peter asked.

"Don't worry. I will always be with you now," she replied, her voice slowly fading away.

"When will I see you again?"

But there was no answer.

Peter suddenly rose from out of his dream- his bed drenched from all the sweating he had done.

"Was it just a dream?" he said to himself. "It felt so real."

When Peter looked up towards the ceiling, there he saw a vast web spread across the entire area. The web resembled the same one he had just witnessed in his dream. And then, when he looked closer, he could see the word "WEBB" woven into its silk lining.

At that moment, he knew he had a lot to contemplate.