Sexual healing

Sitting in his recliner and watching the news, Ben Grimm grabbed a handful of popcorn while he waited for the special bulletin to finish and get back to the game he was watching.

“Come on! Did they get the mooks or what?” He grumbled, seeing the picture show the police enter the museum while a reporter was on site trying to make sense of all the chaos.

“The authorities have already made their way in after using a cutting torch to burn away the webbing that had covered the front entrance, we don’t know why Mommy Long Legs did this but from what the police are stating, she and Daredevil are nowhere to be found AND the Bite of the Hydra are subdued and webbed up. We’ll have more news for you in the next hour as we get interviews and more information folks, please bear with us.”

“Meh… Knew I should have paid for the specialty sports channels.” Shoving the handful of popcorn into his mouth, Ben looked for the remote to find another game on the television, smirking when he finally found the basketball game on another channel and stretched his arms over his head to use as a cushion for the back of his head. “Heh, sweet. Now I get to relax and…”

“Uncle Ben? Are you still up?” Yawned Franklin as he made his way down the hall to the living room, finding the Thing sitting and enjoying the game and went to sit on the couch to join him.

“Hey there kid, trouble sleepin?”

“Mom didn’t come home again today.” Yawned the boy as he picked from the popcorn bowl. “She’s been doing that a lot lately.”

“Yeah… She has been.” Scratching at his stony chin with his fingers, Ben found her behaviour of late rather unusual; she had been gone four hours at a time, almost the entire day or even well past the night. Which was nothing to say of her sudden sweet tooth. “Maybe she’s been takin on a hobby, like… Oh I don’t know… Jogging?”

“Jogging at 9 PM?”

Shrugging, Ben didn’t have an answer to give the kid. “Hey, we live weird lives kid. Yer uncle lives in a fireproof room just in case he farts in his sleep, yer dad’s so smart he can turn a diamond into a rose but burns cereal makin breakfast, and I wear oven mits in the washroom… Just so I don’t mortally injure myself when I have to go pee.”

“So that’s why we have oven mitts in the washroom.” Nodded Franklin, finally understanding. “Still, I wanted to talk to mom about something for school we’re doing.”

“Don’t worry kiddo, I’ll letcha know if your mum comes home.”

“Thanks uncle Ben.” Getting up off the couch, the boy made his way back to his room, leaving the big stony man to return his attention to the game and grab another handful of popcorn.

“We interrupt this game for a special report…”

“AAAAH Geez….”

*

Stirring awake and feeling the wind blow in his ears, Matt Murdock could tell he was swinging over rooftops by the sounds of traffic underneath him coming closer and further away in long swinging arcs. Cradled in the arms of Lady Anti-Venom, she smelled… Wrong. Most women he could smell he was aware of certain scents, it’s what helped him know who he was speaking to, remembering how they smelled, how they sounded, feeling the tremors of their movements off the ground and what they touched. But smell helped him the most, it helped him to know WHO they were, from the scent of their hair, the fabrics of their clothing, but especially their skin. The smell of their body odour, their pheromones. Even if he were in a room with a dozen women, he could tell them each apart from smell along.

But her? It was if she wasn’t even there! He smelled… Nothing. Not only that but her entire body was unreadable to him. Whatever she was covered in it yielded like flesh but was polished smooth, he didn’t know if what he felt was bare skin or the gel smooth surface of a cell phone. Whoever she was, she was a total stranger to him.

“What…?”

“Oh great, you’re awake!” He heard Susan chirp as the two of them finally landed on the roof of a building several blocks away from where the museum was. Helping Daredevil up to his feet, Susan was wide eyed with glee, practically wringing her hands together as she stepped back and barely contained the jubilation coursing through her.

Finally getting a clear head and feeling how the wind blew against bare skin from his arms and legs and back, Daredevil realised his suit was in tatters and immediately reached for his mask and sighed with relief to find it although damaged still covered half his face.

“What happened? Last thing I remembered was something dig its way through the floor, and then a terrible smell that made my eyes water…”

“Yeah, he was a nasty piece of work, he farted out some kind of fog that turned you all into giant spiders! I fixed that, your welcome by the way!” Planting her fists at her sides and her chin high, Susan smiled from ear to ear.

Checking himself over, everything seemed normal. Save for his ruined clothes. “I don’t remember any of it.”

“That’s a shame, you should have SEEN me. ‘Thwip! Thwip! Pow!” She cried out, pretending to shoot webbing from her hands and throwing a mock punch in the air. “I never FELT so alive. It feels like I’m on an adrenaline high!” It was true, her heart was beating like a jackhammer and was almost light-headed from the excitement and glee.

“You certainly appear pretty energized.”

“Oh! And don’t worry, the hostages got out safely and didn’t get turned all buggy.”

“How… How did you heal everyone of the transformation?”

Calming down somewhat, Susan looked down at her hands and down her body to the symbiote posing as a costume, smiling to herself as she closed her hands into fists. “I… I ‘ve got some help in these matters, I can heal anything, and I mean ANYTHING. I can heal injuries, sicknesses, poisonings, not just in myself but anyone I touch. And I can… Feel it, sense it, I don’t know how to describe it, but when I look at people, I can see how hurt or sick they are.”

Turning her gaze up to the man in front of her, Susan looked him over and slowly approached him.

“Like you… I can see it. You’ve been poisoned by radiation, have been for years. You poor thing, it made you blind.”

Pressing up against the man and giving him a start when she reached up and cupped her hands under his chin, he could feel her tilt his face aback and forth as if trying to find something. Stroking her thumb over his cheek.

“You suffered all your life! You poor, poor man you… Poor… Handsome… Man…”

Matt was completely caught off guard from the passionate kiss the woman gave him, her tongue exploring his mouth as she made out with him. Pushed back one step at a time, his back pressed against the brick wall of the flight of stairs that led to the roof, snaking her hands down around his waist to wrap around him as she moaned into his mouth. By the time she pulled away from the kiss, Matt was panting for air.

“You deserve some healing…” Kissing him again, she deftly began to undress his ruined costume off him, kissing his lips and trailing down his neck as she reached down for his belt and fly. She could feel his hands try gently to stop her only for her to suck on the digits, ceasing his silent protests instantly when she finally undid his pants and pulled free his growing erection. In both hands she gripped at his cock and licked up his shaft, her eyes foggy as she was lost in the moment. After a few strokes of her hands, Susan opened her mouth and swallowed his shaft down to the hilt.

Matt was beside himself. He had no idea who this woman was, but all he could think about was how deft her hands were and how hot her mouth felt as she swirled her tongue around his shaft and roamed one hand over his stomach and gripped his leg with the other. There was another sensation he couldn’t quite pinpoint. Something… Invasive. Had he been able to see, he would have found the fingers of her hand lengthening and splaying out like the roots of a plant, hooking into his skin, but not painfully so. Quite the opposite really. Everywhere the tiny tendrils lathered over, whether it was fading scars or past injuries, they healed almost instantly as if they were being erased.

“H-how are… You so… GOOD at this?!”

Going rigid and gripping at her blonde hair out of reflex, Matt’s world exploded as his legs gave out and he slumped to the ground. Had he been able to see, all he’d be seeing were stars. Gently resting the man onto his back, Susan straddled his waist and wiped her mouth after swallowing.

“And when I get that feeling, I want sexual healing…” Susan giggled, tossing her blonde hair over her shoulder as the suit between her legs parted to expose her steaming loins and lined herself up with his still hard erection. “Sexual… HEALING…”

Sinking down on his length, the woman moaned and swooned, grinding against his crotch as she kneaded and massaged his shoulders, her fingers again branching small tendrils that licked and squirmed over his flesh, healing him further. The efforts her symbiote made back in the museum restored his humanity, but now that she had him for much longer, the living suit was going to town on his flesh as much as she was. Scars, blemishes, and old injuries faded and dissolved, leaving the man more whole by the second as she was pressed up against him, guiding his hands to her perfect breasts and thighs and pulling him in for another kiss, offhandedly discovering some of his missing teeth had come back.

It all just felt so GOOD! She was so **** by it all she didn’t want it to stop, she wanted to heal his flesh, his mind, his soul, to take all the poisons seeping into him and pull it all out. Instead, her mind went blank as she cried out in orgasm along with the man cradling her breasts like they were a life raft, keeping him from drowning in the pleasure she was giving him.

All through the late hours of the night she rode him again, pleasing and healing his body until he could no longer move. The entire time she thought she heard him cry out a woman’s name, Electric? Ellen? To be fair, Susan was riding one mind blowing orgasm after the other by the time she finally fell like a house of cards right on top of Daredevil.

Collapsing on top of him and breathing hard, Susan peppered his lips and face with butterfly kisses, realising he had completely passed out from a mixture of fatigue and her ministrations. Slowly separating from the man, the symbiote enveloped her body once again, granting her the strength to stand on shaky footing before she shambled over to the ledge of the building and jumped, her arm reaching out on its own and firing a black thread of webbing to swing back out onto the street in the dead of night.

“Sexual… Healing…”