Mary-Jane Watson's apartment was quiet except for the low buzzing of the lights overhead. She was lying on her bed, naked and spread eagle, her wrists and ankles tied to the four corners of the mattress with thick, sticky ropes of webbing. She couldn't move, couldn't escape, and she couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement run through her body.
Peter Parker, aka Spider-Man, stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes fixed on Mary-Jane's exposed body. He was wearing the black symbiote suit, the one that had turned him aggressive and dominant. He had come to Mary-Jane's apartment with one thing on his mind: to claim her as his own.
He crawled onto the bed, his movements slow and deliberate. Mary-Jane watched him, her breath hitching in her throat as he approached. She knew what was coming, and she couldn't wait.
Peter reached out and traced a finger down Mary-Jane's body, from her collarbone to her navel. She shivered at his touch, her skin breaking out in goosebumps. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her stomach, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. Mary-Jane moaned, her hips bucking up towards him.
Peter continued to explore Mary-Jane's body, his hands and mouth wandering over her breasts, her thighs, her hips. She was writhing beneath him, her moans growing louder and more desperate. He could feel her arousal, could smell it, and it only made him want her more.
He moved up her body, positioning himself between her legs. Mary-Jane looked up at him, her eyes wide and full of desire. Peter grinned, his teeth sharp and white in the dim light.
Peter leaned down and pressed a kiss to Mary-Jane's lips, his tongue demanding entry. She opened to him, her tongue meeting his in a passionate dance. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, her arousal coating his thighs.
He broke the kiss and moved down her body, his mouth finding her nipples. He sucked and bit at them, causing Mary-Jane to cry out in pleasure. He moved lower, his tongue tracing a path down her stomach and towards her pussy. She was wet and ready for him, her juices flowing freely.
Peter buried his face in Mary-Jane's pussy, his tongue flicking at her clit. She moaned, her hips bucking up towards him. He sucked and licked at her, his fingers joining in to explore her depths. Mary-Jane was moaning and writhing, her orgasm building inside her.
Peter felt her climax approaching and he redoubled his efforts, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to bring her to the edge. Mary-Jane screamed, her body convulsing as she came. Peter continued to lick and suck at her, drawing out her orgasm as long as possible.
When Mary-Jane's orgasm finally subsided, Peter moved up her body and positioned himself at her entrance. He looked down at her, his eyes full of lust and desire. Mary-Jane looked back at him, her own eyes full of need.
Peter thrust into Mary-Jane, filling her completely. She moaned, her body stretching to accommodate him. He began to move, his hips thrusting in and out of her.
Peter fucked Mary-Jane hard, his hips slapping against hers. She moaned and cried out, her orgasm building inside her once again. Peter could feel it, could feel her body tightening around him.
He reached down and wrapped his hand around Mary-Jane's throat, squeezing gently. She moaned, her orgasm crashing over her. Peter continued to fuck her, his thrusts growing harder and faster. He could feel his own orgasm approaching, his balls tightening.
With a final thrust, Peter came, his hot seed filling Mary-Jane's pussy. She moaned, her body still trembling from her own orgasm. Peter collapsed on top of her, his breathing labored.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. Peter finally rolled off of Mary-Jane, untying her wrists and ankles. She sat up, rubbing at her wrists. He ran his hand through her long red hair then pulled her into a long kiss. "Mine," he whispered into her ear and she smiled.