"Ooh! Look at those lips! I wanna chew on 'em!" Mary Jane cooed.
"And those tits! She's almost as big as you, MJ!" Felicia purred. "Give us a twirl, honey, let's see if that ass measures up!"
Peter Parker groaned, the only person in the room not having fun, or at least so he thought.
"I am my Master's plaything, not yours!" snapped Amora at the two women as the redhead and the platinum blonde slid out of bed and stood up.
"Hmph! Rude! Not much of a sex ****." Felicia muttered as both women frowned at the new arrival in tandem.
"Seems like somebody needs a spanking!" MJ agreed huffily.
"Wha- you- argh! I don't WANT a sex ****!" Peter wailed, nearly pulling his short brown hair out in frustration, glancing at MJ and Felicia with annoyance before turning back to face the foot of the bed.
"And yet, you just literally said I wish that the Enchantress was my hopelessly devoted sex ****, did you not?" Inara asked with mock innocence on her sultry features as she stood next to the former Enchantress, whose glare at MJ and Felicia was rather undercut by her near total nudity. The other two women were obviously too aroused and enticed to pay attention to either Amora's scowl or Peter's meltdown, each practically drooling as they wandered around the naked blonde villainness, drinking in her curves.
"I didn't mean it and you know it!" snapped Peter.
"Master? Have I upset you?" Amora asked, her full lips curling into a worried pout. "I will let your other slaves fondle me if it pleases you-"
"No, not you- I'm talking to the damn ifrit!" he sighed. "Inara, PLEASE tell me you at least didn't keep that whole business with the having to have me cum in her or she'll die stuff happening!"
Inara giggled.
"Oh, no, I decided we could leave that on the table for now! If you make me mad, however, I think I will make it so any woman you've ever cum into will need regular doses of that hot beef injection to live. Just so you know." she added with a wink.
"Gee, thanks for the head's up." Peter responded dryly.
"Peter, can you tell your new sex **** she has to play nice with us? Pleeeaaaase?" MJ said, clearly breathless with anticipation, green eyes glittering with excitement as she took in Amora's body.
"I dunno, I think I'd like to break her in with a few spankings first, personally." purred Felicia as she gave Amora a hard swat on her heart-shaped ass, making her hiss.
"I don't- both of you, settle down, OK? Please? I've got a lot to process here, if you don't mind." he sighed.
Both Felicia and MJ pouted but eventually relented and sat back on the bed on either side of him.
"And what I should do, Master?" a relieved looking Amora said as she stared at him, still standing completely nude save for the collar with his emblem in the middle.
"Ooh, tell her to masturbate!" Mary Jane said with a giggle, making Peter's eyes bug out. He still couldn't get used to this new Mary Jane, who was as apparently into exhibitionism as she was busty.
"Yeah, make her get herself off while she watches us talk" Felicia agreed. "That'd be hot."
Both women grabbed one of his biceps and squeezed from either side, rubbing up against him. Four hard nipples rubbed against his sides and he had to **** himself to concentrate on anything other than the sensations.
"What did I just say about settling down?" he growled.
"Sorry, Tiger!"
"Sorry, Spider!"
"It's just that she's so-
"She's just so-"
"YUMMY." both girls finished in unison, eyes filled with lust as they stared at Amora.
Peter felt himself about to lose his temper when Inara spoke again.
"Oh, be nice! It's not entirely their fault - Amora's used powerful magics on herself over and over to make anyone who looks at her desire her to the point of forgetting anything or anyone else. Honestly, it says quite a bit about what a boring old stick in the mud you are that you're not already hilt deep in a fourway right now. Alas, they don't share your iron will, especially not anymore."
Peter sighed heavily. In a twisted way, this was still all his fault, so he may as well let his victims make the best of it.
"OK, ugh. Look, Amora, you- you exist to please me, yes?"
Amora nodded vehemently, making her honey blonde locks and big tits sway.
"As of a few mere minutes ago, I suddenly knew that I belonged to you, my body yours to use for carnal pleasure however you desire it. As much as this enrages me, just the mere thought of disappointing you or disobeying you-"
She shuddered.
"The mere thought alone is unspeakably foul! Impossible! I must ensure your pleasure at all costs, service you to your satisfaction, no matter how degrading the things you ask of me may be."
Peter glanced at Inara.
"What exactly are the terms here?" He quickly lifted a finger to shush the others. "Again, talking to the Ifrit."
"Well, that fun little word you used - hopelessly? It gave me an idea! She's still evil and knows all of this is only because she's being compelled by powerful magic . . . which makes her so, SO angry! But, she also knows that trying to break free of the spell is hopeless! It's the perfect, sexy ****!"
"Ugh. You're the worst. Does she- will she at least enjoy, uh, sex stuff?"
Inara chuckled.
"Wouldn't be much of an ifrit of lust if she didn't, would I? She'll have the most powerful orgasms of her selfish little Asgardian life every time she completes any task you give her! They'll be addictive, in fact, so the more you use her, the needier to please you she'll become!"
Peter nodded thoughtfully.
"Um. OK. So, uh, Amora, right?"
"Yes, Master, that is my name but you may call me whatever you wish."
"Amora, these two women are my, uh . . ."
He glanced at MJ and Felicia for help.
"Partners!" purred Felicia.
"Committed poly triad! At least that's what I put on our Christmas cards." MJ added cheerfully.
"Yeah, sure. That. You are to obey their every command as if I gave you it. Your pleasing and obeying them, uh, pleases me. Got it?"
Amora nodded, frowning prettily for a second before her face returned to a submissive look. He raised an eyebrow.
"Have you ever had sex with women before?"
To his surprise, the former villainness blushed and stammered slightly before answering.
"Well, I- n- no, Master. I have never felt such an urge. All other women were merely rivals to be brought to heel or destroyed, be they in the courts of Asgard or among Midgard."
Both MJ and Felicia rolled their eyes and made scoffing noises.
"Well, that's about to change. I command you to walk over here and kiss Mary Jane - the redhead to your right - without using any of your magic. In fact, you don't get to use any magic again unless I say so, got it?"
She didn't hesitate but instead wandered around the bed and faced Mary Jane.
"As you command, Master."
She leaned over and planted her own incredibly pillowy lips against MJ's own, in what was at first a merely chaste peck, but the redhead grabbed the back of her head and eagerly began giving her a proper french kiss.
"MMPH! Mmm! MMMM!" Amora said, at first stiffening in disgust, but then feeling an orgasm crest within her, trembling for a much different reason. As MJ pulled her mouth away, finishing the kiss with a bite of her lower lip, Amora squealed and her whole body turned beet red. Her pale skin flushed with the power of an incredibly strong orgasm now that she had completed the task she had been given, her thick, plug-like pink nipples clearly up and hard.
"Eee! Eeee! EEEEE! OOH! Aaaah . . ."
"Aw, listen to those CUTE little noises! She's a squeaker! Like a little mouse!" Felicia said laughing. "Send her over to my side of the bed - I LOVE to play with mice."
"Oh, mmm, Master!" Amora panted, big green eyes wide with shock. "Does- will it always feel so good to . . . please you?"
"Yes. Yes, it will, apparently." Peter said, feeling his cock get hard despite himself at the erotic display. He shook his head violently to regain focus.
"Oh! Before this goes on, I'm not gonna forget - Inara, new ground rules! You can only grant my wishes if I specifically say "Inara, for my next wish, I wish-" FIRST, understand?"
Inara rolled her eyes but nodded to indicate she understood.
"Yeah, yeah, I get it. No more tricking you into the hottest nights of your life or making women you hate your fucktoys. Bad ifrit, no cookie, whatever! Now, it's Felicia's turn, right? Get to the sex already! I wanna watch!"
Peter frowned at her and said "OUT. You don't get to watch."
"But I-"
"I SAID OUT! Go watch somebody else for the rest of the night, no way I'm letting you enjoy yourself after all the stunts you pulled!"
Inara frowned at him.
"OK, fine, I'll go explore this brave new world of yours but you can't get rid of me that easily! I'll be back tomorrow morning and, just for that, I'm making your next penalty extra cruel if you don't-"
"What part of OUT did you not understand?"
Inara sullenly stuck her tongue out at him and vanished in a puff of purple smoke. His shoulders relaxed and he sighed.
"Is the ifrit thing gone?" MJ asked curiously.
"Yeah, she's gone, for tonight at least."
"Goody! That means we get breaking in your new girl all to ourselves!" MJ said with a huge grin on her face.
"Ahem - I believe I'm still one smooch behind?" Felicia said with a smirk.
Peter Parker was all about responsibility and being a hero but he was still just a man and he couldn't hold out against his hormones forever. He told himself he'd think of a way to reverse this with another wish later but, really, one night of this wouldn't be so bad, would it? Three of the most beautiful women in the world in his bed at once . . .
"Hmm? Oh, right - Amora, go kiss Felicia here but, this time, caress her tits while you kiss her."
On unsteady feet, Amora walked around to the left side of the bed to do as her master asked- no, commanded - both disgusted and helplessly excited at what was to come . . .
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