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Chapter Thirteen: Symbiote Seduction

The skies grew dark over New York, followed by lightning strikes and rolling thunder, causing the city that never sleeps to take refuge. But this wasn't any 'normal' storm… This was something greater… This was something sinister.

On the outskirts of town, a homeless man seeking shelter under a makeshift awning was a witness to an incredible event nearby. Lightning had struck the ground, scorching the earth's surface. But then… something emerged from the darkness. The silhouette was that of a woman with a fine figure.

Initially, the homeless man couldn't make out her features, as the shadow completely obscured her. But soon, the darkness lifted, revealing a stunning nude woman. She had long dark hair; an extremely sharp jawline and prominent cheekbones; a good ogee curve; full lips; feline eyes with long eyelashes; an overall good facial harmony. There was a striking beauty in her toned figure; her breasts were high and tight; her waist complemented her childbearing hips; her legs were long and slender, leaving the homeless man in awe.

"Are you okay?" the homeless man asked, watching her walk closer to him, though the storm didn't seem to faze her.

Before long, the beautiful nude woman was standing directly in front of him.

"My god. You look just like Megan Fox," he declared. "How did you end up all the way out here?" he wondered aloud.

In a robotic way, she asked, "Are you the superior one?"

"I'm sorry… What was that?" the homeless man retorted, confused by that question.

"Are you the superior one?" she asked again.

The homeless man looked around, noticing nobody else was in sight. "Sure. I guess so," he answered.

That's when the Megan Fox look-alike began ripping off the homeless man's frail clothing until he was completely naked. She then knelt down in front of him, her face perfectly beside his privates.

He couldn't believe this was about to happen. As his erection grew, "What luck?" he said to himself. "Somehow, Megan Fox got high and ended up in my lap."

Megan placed his erection in her mouth, her tongue circling the head like it was the first time she ever tasted a tootsie-pop. She then began bobbing her head back and forth, allowing the shaft to go in as far as it could, cuffing his balls with her tender fingers at the same time.

"Lay down on the ground," she instructed him. "You must enter me," she insisted.

The homeless man's face grew a huge grin from ear to ear. "Yes, ma'am!" he said with delight.

Once on the ground, Megan straddled his hips, and then placed his rock hard penis inside her pussy. He couldn't believe how great the sensation felt. In fact, it was like nothing he had ever felt before. Her insides were very warm and soothing as she rocked her hips back and forth. Plus, she was very tight, almost as if she was a virgin.

Soon, he felt something strange happening. It felt like something had entered his urethra and it was traveling into his guts. He tried to resist, but the Megan Fox look-alike forced him to stay down. Her strength was uncanny.

"What are you doing to me?" he winced, continuing to feel something move through him.

Megan's face drew into a menacing scowl. "You are not the superior one!" she exclaimed. "You are not the one with the pheromones!"

The homeless man's heart raced with fear. He didn't have any clue of what she meant by that. "I'm sorry," he groaned. "Please… let me go," he continued, still wincing in pain.

Just then, Megan's menacing scowl turned into a malicious grin. "I shall let you go," she replied, though her face told a different story.

"Help!" the homeless man yelled, but it was of no use because nobody was around to hear him scream.

And before he could get another word out, several black spikes shot out of his body, perforating him as if a large porcupine was trying to get out, killing him instantly.

As the Megan Fox look-alike pulled in her primordial limbs, a black tar-like substance began to envelope her, crawling up her skin in a liquidy fashion. Once the black substance consumed her, her mouth gaped open, displaying rows of sharp teeth and a long tongue. Following that, she chomped down on the head of the homeless man, leading to his decapitation.

Gulp. Her appetite was satisfied as she swallowed the brains.

Rising to her feet, she left the scene, determined to find the superior one.

Peter Parker decided not to give J Jonah Jameson the one-on-one interview as Spider-Man. He knew JJ would've planned to set him up anyway, and he'd already had enough excitement for one day. There was certainly no reason to compile it with what that madman would try to do next. Instead, he decided to call it an early night, going to bed at nine o'clock.

While dreaming, Peter drifted off to a familiar place he had dreamt of once before. After passing through the smoke and haze, and again through the spiraling rainbow collage, he found himself back to the endless web, the one where he had first met Madam Webb. However, this time Madam Webb was nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, Webb's voice could be heard, but he wasn't sure where the voice was coming from. "Help me, Peter," her voice cried faintly.

"Where are you?" Peter called out, looking all around.

"The enemy is here," Webb warned. "They have come for our children and you."

"What are you talking about? Who is here?"

"You must stop it before the rest of them come," Webb continued. "They won't stop until they take over everything."

"How will I be able to stop it…or them…if I don't know what you are talking about?"

Just then, the endless web turned black and Peter found himself engulfed in a tar-like substance. It continued climbing his body until it covered his entire head, suffocating him. He tried pulling at it, stretching it in all directions, but it refused to release him. It continued constricting him, squeezing the life out of him until the pain became unbearable.

"Aarrgghh!" He gasped, waking up from the terrible nightmare in a cold sweat.

His spider-sense was going absolutely wild. While not in immediate danger, he sensed something was seriously amiss.

He suddenly felt compelled to turn on the eleven o'clock news.

"Eyewitness News is bringing you this special report. Tonight, five men and one woman have been found murdered in different parts of the city. The police are saying the victims all had similar wounds, possibly stabbed to death. They still haven't found the suspect, and they don't understand the motive. All five male victims were found completely undressed. Their names have yet to be identified. However, the one female victim had recently worked for a pimp named Hammerhead, who is now on the run from the police. Her name was Denise Thompson, but she went by the name of Scarlett because Hammerhead had given her plastic surgery to look like Scarlett Johansson. She was also pregnant– possibly four or five months along. We will bring you more to this story as details emerge."

Peter was in shock. He definitely remembered Scarlett. It was only a week ago when he first met her and her roommates, Halle and Jessica. They had both been staying in Hammerhead's penthouse. He wondered if they, too, were in danger. However, at that time, Scarlett didn't seem like she was four to five months pregnant. Plus, Hammerhead claimed Peter had gotten her and the other two pregnant after having a foursome with them.

Peter remembered what Madam Webb said in his dream, about how every woman he had had intercourse with over the last several days was now pregnant. And if that were true, and if somehow someone was looking for them, several women were in danger– which included his Aunt May.

Madam Webb also stated that someone…or something…was after him as well. "Maybe that's why the other five men were killed," he thought to himself. "Maybe they, too, had done something with one of Hammerhead's working girls, and now the killer was following the trail back to me."

Peter left his bed and went straight to the window. He observed the shadows of the night. He then turned his gaze to the empty house next door– the one that once belonged to Mary Jane. Despite everything else going on, it was constantly in the back of his mind. He wondered how she was doing. Though he was also glad she was far away from the lurking dangers that seemed to befall him.

Then his concentration came back to the danger at hand. He knew he would have to retrace his steps, hoping to find the mysterious killer on the loose. That's when he changed into his Spider-Man costume and swung into action.

The news report showed that the Scarlett Johansson look-alike had been murdered near Hammerhead's penthouse, though Hammerhead no longer lived there after going on the run. He figured that was as good a place to start as any.

Minutes later, he arrived at the penthouse through the open skylight and immediately detected something was wrong. The whole place was in ruins, looking like an animal had been rampaging inside.

"Hello? Is anyone here?" Spider-Man called out.

Just then, he heard a noise coming from one of the closets. He crept up on it, preparing himself for a possible fight. However, when he opened the door, he discovered it was Halle and Jessica frighteningly hiding out.

At first, they thought he was there to hurt them, causing them to start kicking and clawing at him, hoping to keep him away.

"Whoa!-Whoa!-Whoa!" he exclaimed, throwing up his arms in defense. "I'm only here to help!"

"We saw you on the news. You are the one who molested those teenagers and left them naked on the bus," Jessica proclaimed.

"No-no-no!" Spider-Man retorted. "That was all a big misunderstanding!"

"Sure it was, pervert!" Halle insulted.

But then Jessica spotted the bulge in Spider-Man's tights. "Wait a second. I know who you are."

"You do?" Spider-Man asked.

"Yeah. I would recognize that bulge from anywhere," she answered. "You're the guy that got us pregnant!" she declared, revealing the baby-bump on her stomach.

"I-I-I did that?" Spider-Man stuttered. "You look like you are five months pregnant. We only did something a week ago. I mean… you and the guy you are talking about only did something a week ago," he fumbled his words, practically telling on himself.

"You aren't fooling anyone. We know it's you."

"Fine," Spider-Man admitted, pulling off his mask. "It is me." Then he looked around at the place. "What happened here?" he asked.

"It was terrible," Halle spoke up, trembling. "This dark, menacing figure showed up, snatching up Scarlett, and carried her away. It didn't see me and Jessica hiding in here."

"I hope she's okay," Jessica said, a frown revealing she knew better.

Peter shook his head. "I'm afraid she is gone," he sadly informed them.

"But why?" Jessica cried.

Peter let out a deep sigh. "I'm afraid it is looking for me. It also wants to stop you guys from having your babies."

"I still don't get it," Jessica continued bellowing.

"I'm not sure I have all the answers at this time," Peter sadly responded. "I think it has something to do with a future invasion, but like I said, I'm not sure."

"Are you going to save us?" Halle asked, looking deep into Peter's eyes.

"I'm sure going to try," he replied, though he wasn't even sure what he was up against.

He then helped them up from out of the closet. His touch reminded the girls of the first time they met him.

Jessica pulled herself closer to Peter. "You know, in times like these… stressful times, that is… I heard sex can be a powerful aphrodisiac," she made mention.

Halle also drew closer. "I heard the same thing," she echoed, her hand wandering down Peter's midsection.

Peter pulled back. "I don't think this is the best time. We have to go find the others," he insisted.

"The others?" Halle snapped back. "Well… aren't you a bad boy?" she playfully flirted, continuing to trickle her fingers down to his bulge.

"You owe us one for getting us pregnant," Jessica declared. "Plus, this pregnancy has got our hormones raging."

Peter looked over at the torn up couch, remembering how they had their foursome there the first time. His hormones began raging at the thought. "Well… I guess we have time for a quickie."

At that moment, the two women hopped into his arms, allowing him to carry them over to the couch.

"Oh, my god. You are so strong," Jessica admired, her arms placed around his neck.

Once Peter sat on the couch, the two ladies knelt down before him, pulling off his blue tights. Then they started taking turns sucking his dick. One would jerk him off while the other bobbed their head up and down.

Despite the craziness going on, Peter couldn't help but be in awe of the powerful sensations.

After a minute of that, Jessica climbed her way up to his face, placing her pussy right in his face, allowing Peter to eat her out.

Halle turned, placing herself in a reverse cowgirl position, and sat down on Peter's throbbing penis, allowing it to penetrate deep inside of her. "Oh, god! I missed this feeling!" she moaned, swaying her hips back and forth.

While Peter was eating out Jessica, he reached around, putting one hand on Halle's breast, and the other one on her clit. He then began caressing both areas, causing Halle to become as wet as possible. He continued caressing until he felt her cum all over his dick.

"It's my turn now." Jessica declared, allowing Halle to move to the side as Jessica slid her way down into a position facing Peter.

Halle grabbed Peter's penis and helped place it into Jessica's warm, wet pussy. It slid right in because Peter had done such a good job of eating her out.

Halle then gently cupped Peter's balls, tantalizing them with her fingertips.

Jessica had already felt stimulated from receiving oral sex, which allowed her to feel the orgasm coming within seconds of penetration. She moved her hips faster and faster, hoping for an immense release. And then it came. "Ooooo, yes!" she cried out with extreme pleasure.

Peter could feel her juices gushing out. That's when he, too, began to feel the sensations tickling his balls. It only made it feel more intense because of the way Halle was playing with them.

He quickly moved Jessica off of him, and then erupted with his own pleasure, sending his web-like semen shooting out all over the room.

Jessica and Halle continued rubbing his shaft, making sure he could get it all out, until he finally placed his hand on theirs, letting them know he was done.

After the moment had passed, Peter started getting dressed. "We have to get you ladies to a safe place," he stated, pulling up his tights. "I have a feeling it's going to be a long night."