The transformed Peter Parker throws Inara a cunning, unexpected curveball

A few minutes and probing questions later, Peter Parker was completely up to speed - at least, he thought he was.

"And that's all three of my wishes so far? Making Mary Jane bisexual with huge tits, turning Enchantress into my sex **** and making it so my dick has always had the powers I remember?" the spectacular Spider-Stud rumbled, moving his mask up halfway to scratch at his dark stubble thoughtfully.

"Yes, that's all three!" Inara purred happily, taking a brief glance at Amora's current position as literal furniture and snickering. "And I must say that I'm quite eager to see what you'll do with the other four!"

"Wow. She really doesn't do half-measures, does she?" MJ chuckled ruefully, looking down at her frankly gigantic breasts.

"Heh. Seems not. And she says that's all of them and I have four left." Peter, frowning slightly even as Gwen wiggled her tight ass against his crotch as she sat in his lap and Felicia pressed her firm tits against the back of his head as she stood behind him.

"OK, so what's the catch?" Felicia Hardy asked, raising an immaculate platinum blonde eyebrow suspiciously.

"Exactly what I was thinking, my sexy little kitty. Spill, lady." Peter replied with a focus on the ifrit. His Spider-Sense was still buzzing slightly and it was never wrong.

Inara sighed and shrugged, making her own impressive chest sway.

"Well, if you were to ever refuse to make a wish over the course of an evening, I would get to inflict a penalty of my choosing but, to be quite honest, you've been on a wishing spree! You've already made three wishes in a single night, as far as I'm concerned, which means I won't have to do anything you wouldn't like for at least the next three evenings!" the ifrit replied with a satisfied grin that bordered on smug.

"She says she gets to inflict a penalty if I go a night without making a sexy wish." Peter rumbled, then got a big grin of his own. "But she also just said that I made three in one night so she doesn't get to inflict any penalties for a while."

The usual heated blush on Inara's caramel colored cheeks faded as she read the transformed man's mind and saw his clever beginnings of a plan form to deal with her.

"W- wait a moment! No! Don't you dare! You don't realize what you're throwing away!" she began shouting, her usual sex kitten routine lost in a sudden fit of panic and rage, but Peter "Spider-Stud" Parker simply ignored her.

"Hey, Amora, you stupid little fucktoy! Stop being furniture and start being a useful sorceress again." he growled, causing the buxom blonde to nod and stand to attention as the rest of his harem nimbly slid off her back.

"Ooh! Eee! EEE!" she whimpered, quickly climaxing from fulfilling even this simple command, her pale tits and cheeks blushing, but then quickly regained her composure. "How can your useless little fuckpet's magicks serve thee, my Master?"

"Contact Satanna, Clea and Magik. Tell all of them about this ifrit and that I'm calling in all my markers to make her not a problem anymore." he grunted even as he casually grabbed Gwen by the hips and slid her over his hardening cock. The leggy blonde gasped, then moaned as he slid into her without foreplay - not that she ever needed any.

Ever since she'd first sucked his cock, Gwen Stacey had found herself constantly and embarrassingly wet. Luckily, MJ and Peter were always around to keep her occupied but her low-level nymphomania had gained her the well earned nickname of the Sensual Spider-Slut. She and MJ sometimes liked to theorize that the redhead's enormous boobs and her constant horniness were the result of being the first two girls to ever suck a teenage Peter Parker's thick cock and swallow his superpowered cum but honestly, she'd grown to love it. Especially now! Gwen moaned wantonly as he slid inside of her molten pussy and began to ride him slowly.

"Fuck, you're always so fucking tight!" growled Peter as he roughly grabbed her ass and sped up the tempo of her riding him, making her gasp. Felicia purred behind the two of them and leaned in to give him a kiss, even as she reached out to squeeze the other blonde's pert tits with her dark gloved hands.

"As thou wilt, Master! I shall call them immediately!" Enchantress replied and immediately got to work summoning the other sorceresses. The truism of every order she successfully obeyed leading to her cumming so hard her eyes crossed still held true in this world and so Amora truly loved nothing more than following Peter Parker's orders to the letter.

"This- this isn't going to work!" Inara sputtered feebly, waving her arms frantically and trying to distract the otherwise occupied Spider-Stud. "It- it is a foolish choice! I could make you all powerful! Unstoppable! A sexual god! Just leave me as I am and I will make all your darkest fantasies come true!"

"I don't need any help with that anymore, thanks to you, you dumb genie slut." Peter growled as he broke the kiss with Felicia. "Or ifrit. Whatever. You did your job too well and pretty soon, you're gonna be just another evil little slut bent to my will. If you like lust so much, just shut the fuck up and enjoy the show while you've still got a brain to enjoy it."

"But-" she protested furiously, only for Peter Parker to bark another order.

"Girls, put on a show for me! Fuck each other raw while we wait for that Asgardian piece of fuckmeat to do her job and the others to arrive!"

As ever, the women in Peter's harem didn't need any encouragement. MJ sauntered over to the throne where Gwen was riding Peter and Felicia was rubbing against the two of them to grab her by the hair and kiss her roughly. He lifted Gwen's long, muscular thighs up and spun the blonde around on his dick so she could watch MJ dominate Felicia as she rode him reverse cowgirl in a seated position. He reached his muscular arms around her and roughly squeezed her jiggling tits and bit her neck as she bounced up and down on his thick cock.

"Oh, fuck, you're gonna make the ifrit, mmm, into another little fuckpet?" Gwen panted. "Like, uhn! Amora the Whora? Mmmm . . ."

"Oh, not just that, Gwen baby - it's gonna be so much better than that!" he growled into her ear, biting one earlobe briefly before continuing. "It's gonna be so fucking hot!"

Inara's full lower lip trembled as she realized with horror too late that she'd made Peter Parker into someone obsessed with his own sexual pleasure but still obsessed with using his clever brain to enjoy himself 'responsibly.' She couldn't even enjoy the sight of MJ forcing Felicia to her knees to worship her fat tits while the formerly pure and sweet Spider-Man fucked his resurrected lover and the two of them watched.

All too soon, the three sorceresses he'd requested appeared. A much bustier Magik appeared through a portal from limbo, the leggy blonde Russian looking thoughtful at first, then cheerfully ogling the scene in front of her with a smirk. MJ climaxed loudly and messily as she appeared - she'd always loved an audience after all - followed by Gwen as Peter pumped her full of his superpowered seed. Felicia stood up with a smirk, licking her lips and wiggled her clawed fingers at the mutant.

Seconds later, Clea, the powerful one time paramour of Doctor Strange, appeared in a sparkling portal of her own, her fuller lips creased in a concerned frown - a frown that deepened as the morally dubious Satanna then appeared through a flaming portal of her own. The sometimes heroine/sometimes villainess redhead's pert tits and now fuller, jiggly ass all shook and swayed entincingly as she strode into the room eagerly with a huge grin on her face.

Amora loudly climaxed behind the three of them, squeaking out her orgasmic pleasure at having followed her Master's orders.

"Aah! They are all here, Master! How else may this worthless piece of fuckmeat serve thee?" she cooed breathily.

"Charming." muttered Clea.

"Is it true? Do you truly have the infamous Inara the ifrit in your service?" Satanna said with an eager grin, ignoring the others.

"Yeah." Peter grunted, pulling out of Gwen with an audible pop, making her moan softly in the afterglow of a powerful orgasm. "She's right here, even if you can't see her and she's threatening to be a fucking problem, which is why I've called you all in."

"So, like a genie? What do you want us to do about it?" Magik said with a shrug, leaning on her giant soulsword and giving the other girls a little wink.

"Do you wish us to assist you with removing her from your service?" Clea asked, thoughtfully cocking her head.

"Nah." Peter said, finally standing up and not bothering to slide his thick cock back into his red and blue tights. "I want all of you and Amora to make it so that she can't wiggle out of the next wish I'm going to make."

Inara hissed with rage but yet again, he ignored her.

"I want to use a wish to make sure she gets turned into a good, helpful, dim-witted genie who just wants to make everyone's life better, obey every wish and command in the spirit it was intended and never hurts anyone anymore-"

He scratched his stubble briefly and paused to chuckle.

"Beyond maybe smacking them around with her huge boobs when she rides them like the dumb bimbo slut she's about to become. How's that sound? Doable?"

The four sorceresses in the room turned to look at each other with varying expressions - Satanna and Amora's being pure excitement, Clea's being disgusted but congenial and Magik's just a droll smirk. Of course, the most important expression in the room was the one nobody but Peter could see.

And, when he saw the look of seething, helpless fury with just a hint of fear in her purple eyes, Peter knew the answer before the other women even spoke.

"Yeah. That's what I thought." he said with a deep, throaty chuckle.