Peter Parker, Spider-Man . . . And His Wife

The Invisible Sow was not thinking straight. Her mind was awash with pheromones. Porkum's order echoed through a mind that was all lust and **** addiction. A cum junkie in need is a terrible thing, and as she stalked the streets of Manhattan, invisible and irrational, her mind focused on the nearest masked figure she knew.

"Come on tiger," Mary Jane Watson said as she sat in Spider-Man's lap, her arms around his neck. "When are you going to put a baby in me?"

"MJ...it's not that I don't want to," he said. Hands on her low-cut jeans, mask pulled up over his mouth for kissing purposes. "God do I want to. But you know how precarious our finances are."

"Hmm. That's what you always say," Mary Jane said. There were no rrr's in that sentence. It was impossible to purr it. Yet there was a tone in her voice that suggested a purr. Her lips found his neck. "But they always need maternity models..."

She felt Peter Parker stiffen beneath her. And not in the way she hoped.

"What is it?" she whispered.

"Spidey-sense," Spider-Man said, standing up, carefully trying to disentangle Mary Jane from his neck. His head twisted around. "But I can't see anything..."

He leaped. Mary Jane didn't see what he dodged; she pressed herself against the wall of the apartment as her lover crawled over the ceiling like a real spider. Then he dropped to the ground, throwing himself with tremendous **** and agility. She watched as he leaped and dodged around the room, operating on instinct and his half-understood sixth sense. Aware, too, of a sudden pervasive smell. Like sheets after sex that hadn't been washed, or dirty panties. Mary Jane realized suddenly that gooseflesh stood up on her skin, and her nipples were hard.

Something caught Spider-Man in mid-air. He struggled. Unleashed bursts of webbing that struck invisible barriers. Despite his immense strength, he was pulled down, onto the couch. Then, unbelievably, something plucked at his pants, pulling his painfully erect spider-shaft into plain view.

Mary Jane moved. She knew she had no chance against a supervillain, but Peter Parker was her man, and...

She grappled with an invisible body. Felt a wet, sweat-slick costume, and what were definitely breasts. Then, and only then, did Spider-Man speak.

"Sue! No! Don't hurt her!"