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Chapter Fourteen: Selena Gomez and the Shadows of Klyntar

The night loomed heavy as Spider-Man swung across the city skyline, the muffled cries of two pregnant women echoing in his ears. His Spider-Sense prickled incessantly, warning him of the female symbiote hunting them down. The alien entity had a clear objective—to eliminate any potential threats to her plan of creating a new Klyntar on Earth. And these women, carrying his offspring she deemed a threat to those goals, were at the top of her list.

Unfortunately, Peter wasn't lucky enough to have a Bat-cave or a fortress of solitude, like those spoiled DC characters had in their plot armor, where he could bring the women to. However, he did know of a secluded safe house that would suffice for now. Spider-Man set the women inside, barring the doors and reinforcing the windows with webbing. "You'll be safe here," he assured them. "I'll take care of this." As he turned to leave, one woman grasped his arm, her eyes wide with fear.

"She'll come for us. Promise you'll stop her."

Spider-Man nodded firmly. "I promise."

The moment he left, his thoughts raced. He wasn't quite sure where the symbiote was heading next. "Help me out here, Madam Webb," he pleaded. "You are the one who gave me these powers, so you need to help me figure out the creature's next move."

That was when a revelation came to him. The symbiote's next target was Kim Basinger, his old science teacher and his first… well, experience. He hadn't seen her in a few days, but the connection between them still lingered in his mind. He had to find her before the symbiote did.

Moments later, Spider-Man perched on the roof of Midtown High, the cool metal beneath him grounding his turbulent thoughts. He didn't know where Kim lived, but the school's database would surely have her information. Quietly slipping inside, he made his way to the principal's office, his movements swift and silent.

The glow of the computer screen illuminated the dark room as he typed furiously, sifting through records until he found her address. Relief washed over him as he jotted it down. But as he turned to leave, the sound of a mop bucket rolling across the floor froze him in place.

"And what do we have here?" a female voice drawled.

Spider-Man spun around to see a young woman standing in the doorway, her striking resemblance to Selena Gomez catching him off guard. The janitor's uniform looked more like a maid's outfit than it did a typical janitorial outfit as she held a mop like a staff.

"Uh… this isn't what it looks like," Spider-Man stammered.

The janitor arched an eyebrow. "Oh, really? Because it looks like Spider-Man's breaking into a school. I read The Daily Bugle's article about you being a criminal. Plus, I watched the reports on the evening news as I was getting ready for my shift. I couldn't believe what they said you did to those poor kids on that bus. That was quite disturbing, if you ask me. I should definitely call the cops."

"Wait, please don't!" Spider-Man begged, holding up his hands. "I'm trying to save someone's life. If the police show up, it'll complicate things. I'll do anything you want. Just don't call them."

A sly smile crept across her face. "Anything?" she replied.

The air in the principal's office felt charged, an unexpected tension hanging between Spider-Man and the janitor. She leaned against the desk, studying him with a mix of curiosity and amusement.

"You're serious, aren't you?" she said, her voice softer now. "You're really here to save someone?"

Spider-Man nodded, his mask hiding the earnest expression on his face. "I wouldn't be here otherwise. Lives are at stake. Please, just give me a chance to explain."

She stepped closer, her eyes scanning his masked face as if trying to read him. "You're different from what I imagined. Not just some criminal vigilante in tights. There's… something real about you."

Spider-Man felt his resolve soften under her gaze. The room seemed to shrink as the space between them closed. "I don't have much time," he said, his voice almost a whisper.

The janitor hesitated, then sighed. "Okay. I won't call the cops. But… I need something real, too. Something to believe in."

Her words caught him off guard. Before he could respond, she leaned in, pressing her lips to his, the mask's fabric barely getting in the way. The kiss was unexpected, but not unwelcome. It was slow and searching, carrying an unspoken plea for connection. Spider-Man hesitated for a moment before responding, his arms wrapping around her.

The desk groaned beneath them as papers and pens clattered to the floor. It wasn't about passion or desire—it was about a fleeting moment of understanding between two people trying to find meaning in the surrounding chaos.

While the janitor's back lay flat on the now cleared desk, Spider-Man reached up into her maid's skirt, ripping off her panties. He then knelt down, rolling up part of his mask, and proceeded to eat her out. Her back arched and her body quivered as his tongue rotated against her clit.

While tantalizing her labia with his soft lips, he pulled off one of his gloves, and put two fingers inside her warm, wet pussy. He then began curling them as his sensitive nubs gave her extreme pleasure. Her kegel muscles tightened as she let out a loud moan, releasing a massive orgasm on his fingers—the juices overflowing onto Peter's tongue.

"Fuck me right now!" she begged.

Peter stood up, pulled down part of his spandex tights—his anaconda springing to life as he plunged it into her dripping wet pussy. He thrusted back-and-forth, moving side-to-side, allowing her walls to feel every inch of his manhood. "I can't believe I am making sweet, passionate love to a woman who looks just like Selena Gomez—especially after just having intercourse with the Halle Berry and Jessica Alba look-alike's," he thought to himself.

As he continued to penetrate her, he could feel her muscles tightening up again, and he knew she was about to have another orgasm. Her back arched as she moaned from the satisfaction. Her moaning made him more aroused, and he could feel his own sensations building up in his loins. But then he realized it wouldn't be wise for him to cum, knowing he would need as much webbing as possible to make it across town to Kim's house. Not to mention, he was already in a time crunch as it is. Therefore, he let out a loud moan, faking an orgasm, hoping she had been satisfied as well.

When it was over, she looked at him with a small, almost apologetic smile.

"Thank you," she said softly. "I hope I find you breaking into the school more often," she quipped.

Spider-Man looked down at the mess which was spread across the office floor. Papers and other school supplies had been scattered everywhere.

"Don't worry about it. I know you are in a hurry. I'll clean all this up," the janitor assured him. "Now, get out of here. Go save your friend," she firmly instructed.

Spider-Man nodded, retrieving Kim's address and bolting out the window, his mind already on the next step.

Minutes later, Kim's house was eerily quiet as Spider-Man slipped through an open window. The faint glow of a lamp cast long shadows across the living room. "Kim?" he called softly.

Footsteps approached, and Kim emerged from the hallway, her sheer nightie leaving little to the imagination, revealing she was wearing nothing underneath. "Spider-Hunk" she purred, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. "I've been waiting for you for what feels like an eternity."

Spider-Man raised a hand, trying to focus. "Kim, you're in danger. I need to get you someplace safe," he informed her, hoping she would understand the urgency.

But Kim sauntered closer, her fingers brushing against his chest. "Danger? The only thing dangerous here is my passion to be in your arms." She then moved her hands down to his groin area, gently caressing his private parts through his spandex tights.

Despite himself, Spider-Man felt his resolve waver. He rolled up his mask, allowing her to kiss him. As the kissing turned into French kissing, something about her lips felt wrong, and her tongue… there was a bitter, metallic taste that set his Spider-Sense tingling. It definitely didn't feel the same as he remembered, and he could tell something was off.

Just then, the phone rang, breaking the moment. The answering machine clicked on, and the principal's voice filled the room. "Kim, I need to talk to you about your pregnancy leave. Call me back."

Spider-Man's eyes darted to her flat stomach. Realization hit him like a freight train. "You're not Kim."

"Took you long enough," she hissed, her form twisting and warping as the female symbiote revealed itself. Its glossy black tendrils shimmered in the dim light.

"You won't stop me, Spider-Man," it growled. "I'll create a new Klyntar, and you'll be my perfect host… Once we get rid of all the women who bear your children, that is."

The fight erupted with an explosive clash. The symbiote lashed out with its tendrils, slamming Spider-Man into the kitchen wall. The impact sent a spider-shaped crack through the plaster as he rebounded, firing webbing at the creature. The symbiote caught the strands mid-air, ripping them apart as if they were paper.

Spider-Man flipped onto the countertop, grabbing a saucepan and hurling it like a frisbee. The metallic clang against the symbiote's form drew a shriek, the vibrations disorienting it momentarily. But the reprieve was short-lived as a black tendril coiled around his leg, yanking him off balance.

"You can't run from me," the symbiote hissed, dragging him closer. Its eyes glowed with a malevolent light as it loomed over him. Spider-Man fired another shot of webbing, aiming for a hanging pot rack. The cascade of pots and pans crashed down, their clattering reverberations forcing the symbiote to recoil in agony—her perfect body revealed as the symbiote nearly separated from what seemed to be a human host.

"You're not a fan of music, huh?" Spider-Man quipped, somersaulting away and landing nimbly on the floor. He scanned the room for anything else that could amplify the sound. Spotting a blender on the counter, he webbed it, yanking it toward him. He smashed the appliance to the floor, the high-pitched whine of its motor adding another layer of auditory assault.

The symbiote screeched, its tendrils flailing wildly as it tried to shield itself. Spider-Man used the chaos to his advantage, delivering a series of rapid punches and kicks, each strike aimed at the creature's vulnerable core. But the symbiote was relentless, countering with a powerful swipe that sent him crashing into the fridge. The appliance toppled, its contents spilling out in a cascade of condiments and leftovers.

Spider-Man groaned, pushing a carton of eggs off his chest as the symbiote advanced. Its movements were more erratic now, its form flickering like a flame struggling against the wind.

"You're strong," it snarled, "but you're still just a man."

"Yeah, well, this man's not giving up," Spider-Man retorted, grabbing a metal spatula and striking it against a cast-iron skillet. The improvised noise weapon sent the symbiote into another frenzy, its form rippling with each clang—this time revealing its Megan Fox facial features.

In the chaos, Spider-Man spotted a note pinned to the refrigerator: "Gone to the hospital. Water broke. Love, Kim." His heart pounded. He had to finish this now.

With one final strike, he webbed the chandelier above the symbiote and yanked it free. The crashing light fixture sent a deafening cacophony through the room, forcing the symbiote to retreat, its shrieks echoing into the night. Spider-Man didn't wait to see where it fled. He immediately left for the hospital, hoping to get there before the symbiote could.