Spider-Man (Peter Parker)

Spider-Man sighed as he swung through the New York City skyscrapers, thinking of Mary Jane Watson. His beautiful redheaded girlfriend's acting career had started taking off again and she was now off doing press for a new movie in which she was the female lead. He was happy for her but still missed her like crazy. It didn't help that he'd planned to propose to her before she'd left NYC but had missed his chance due to his duties as Spider-Man taking over his life yet again. The infamous "Parker Luck" where he just ended up having bad breaks again and again wasn't something he ever seemed to be able to shake. Still, a warm summer night and the freedom of being able to swing through the city wasn't all bad. He'd almost relaxed when he heard sirens off in the distance.

"Naturally." he sighed, as he nimbly flipped in midair and twisted in the direction of the noise.

It didn't take long until he came across dozens of squad cars moving towards NYU. He swing onto the campus grounds and saw a literal blue giant stomping around the grounds, dragging a massive club as he followed a familiar buxom blonde in green.

"The Enchantress? And she's brought a really big friend? Ugh. Where's Thor when you need him? Guess I better use the advantage of surprise."

He nimbly landed on a nearby rooftop behind the towering giant and Enchantress.

"Yes, I sense Inara the Ifrit's presence within this building! Onwards, you huge dolt! Crack it open! Finally, with the might of this feeble-minded Frost Giant, none will stop me from claiming her power for my own and becoming truly irresistible!"

Peter chuckled.

"Say what you will about Asgardians, but they're always nice enough to give you all the information about their plans in an evil monologue. Not enough bad guys do that nowadays and I miss it. OK, here goes nothing!"

"As you command, Mistr- Ah!"

The Frost Giant's massive club went wide as twin jets of webbing covered his eyes, smashing the side of the building and nearly hitting Enchantress in the process.

"Watch where you're looking you enormous dolt, you nearly- what? Spider-Man? I- MMMPH!"

The blondes eyes went wide as another stream of well placed webbing covered her mouth.

"Sorry, Asgardian Barbie! I'm pretty sure you couldn't bamboozle me since I'm in a committed relationship, but I'd rather not risk you putting the whammy on me! Plus, maybe I get to free the Big Blue Ox if you can't keep barking orders-"

"ARGH!" screamed the giant, swinging his club around wildly "WHO HATH BLINDED ME? I WILL KILL YOU!"

"Or not." Peter said with a sigh as the giant began stumbling around NYU campus, roaring with rage. "Good thing I stocked up my web shooters today."

With several deft spins, he webbed up the giant's legs, making him stumble and crash to the ground, smacking his head into the college's bell tower as he did so. The massive metal bell fell onto his head as he fell with a giant bong and the Frost Giant went still.

"Um, well, less property damage would have been great but at least I cleaned his clock! Get it, because of-"

He turned around and saw that Enchantress was no longer around.

"I hate when I have the perfect joke but no one's around to hear it." he sighed, swinging into the building they'd been preparing to attack through the broken wall.

Enchantress was tearing into a bunch of crates as he wandered in, clearly in a hurry, and had just opened up one with a look of triumph on her beautiful features.

"Yoink! I'll take that, thanks!" Peter said as he yanked the crate from her grasp with nearly the last of his webbing. "I don't think you've got tenure at this university so- whoa!"

His spidey sense went off, letting him dodge the magical blast she unleashed from her hands but the unwieldy crate in his hands wasn't quite as lucky. The blast caught the corner of it and it exploded into splinters, the contents spilling around the room. As he leapt onto the ceiling, he saw the blonde's eyes focus on a lamp. He reached out to web it away . . . and found he was out.

She ran for the lamp but Peter's superhuman reflexes meant he was just fast enough to leap to the ground and grab it in one hand before she got there, whipping his body around to deliver a powerful mule kick as he did so, tossing her backwards into another stack of crates.

"Phew! That was a close one!"

He stood up and turned to look at Enchantress who stood up shakily out of the wreckage . . . only for her eyes to roll up in her head and collapse face first with a muffled groan, out cold.

Peter put down the weird looking lamp on a nearby table and refilled his web shooters to web up the evil Asgardian for the local authorities. He didn't notice purple smoke billowing out of the lamp behind him until he'd nearly finished webbing up Enchantress, at which point he turned and was startled to see one of the sexiest women he'd ever seen standing behind him, which was saying something with Enchantress in the room.

An improbably proportioned Ararbic girl with long dark hair and glittering purple eyes looked him up and down and her pouty lips curling up into a lustful grin. Her voluptuous body was covered in thin purple silks that accentuated her near nudity rather than hid it. She looked like a stripper or porn star playing up the "harem girl" cliche. He couldn't help but stare for a few moments until the woman spoke.

"Ooh, bondage and ****? I like you already!"

"Um, I'm sorry - who are you exactly?"

"Hello, Peter! I'm Inara! You've freed me from my lamp and so I am here to grant you seven wishes- oh, my apologies, you prefer Spider-Man or Spidey when wearing that deliciously skintight blue and red suit, don't you?"

Peter's spider-sense began a low persistent buzzing.

"Whoa, whoa, slow down - wishes? And yes, Spider-Man when I'm in the suit please. Uh, sorry, one sec, gotta finish some stuff up."

He quickly dug out one last spare web cartridge before he turned to finish webbing up Enchantress and peeked out the building to see the frost giant still out cold.

"Mmm, and what a man you are! So flexible and strong! What are you going to do with this luscious blonde now that she's at your mercy?"

The buzzing in his head continued, which, combined with the eager, wicked look in Inara's eyes made him think that perhaps she wasn't one of the nice genies.

"Ah, I'm guessing you're not like one of the nice genies from Aladdin?"

She cocked her head for a moment and then laughed.

"Sorry, just learning what you mean from your memories. How funny! No, I'm an ifrit, not a genie. Same family but we're very different."

"Cool, cool, cool. Very fun. Uh, just so we're clear, you're not gonna turn literally anything I say into a horrible wish that hurts me or someone I love are you?"

Her big purple eyes blinked in surprise and she laughed again.

"Well! You're as clever as you are cute! Or does my reputation precede me? Either way, this will be fun!"

Peter gulped.

"I, uh, notice you didn't give me a yes or no answer about the horrible wish sitch?"

Inara strolled to him, rolling her hips sensually, and put a warm hand on his chest.

"Well, here's the thing, handsome - we ifrit are designed to grant wishes that are either sinful or induce others to sin. My particular vice of choice is Lust, which I'm sure you probably may have guessed by how I look, and I'm very, VERY good at it."

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pressed her impressive tits against his chest, making him stiffen.

"But here's the good news - you're in charge of the wishes! You, the smart and responsible Peter Parker! And I'll only twist them around if I don't think they're sinful enough . . . or if I think it would be funny."

Gingerly, he pulled her arms off of him and stepped back several paces.

"Yeah, thanks but no thanks. I don't want to make any sinful wishes, sorry, guess you gotta go back in the bottle now. Do I need to rub it backwards or-"

She laughed.

"Oh, I almost forgot to mention! Every night that passes that you don't make a wish, I get to inflict a penalty on you. Don't worry, I usually dig in people's subconscious to make sure it's something they really want anyways, some secret, sinful desire, so at least you'll have fun!"

"Um. How about you don't do that? Please?"

Inara rolled her eyes and chuckled.

"You really are funny! I mean, I could also make the penalty just really mean and hurtful, but I promise I'll only do that if you make me mad. Like, really mad. What's that green friend of yours always say? You wouldn't like me when I'm angry."

A uniformed member of campus security came running into the room and looked at the disarray in shock.

"It's Spider-Man!" he shouted to his partner outside, ignoring Inara.

"Oh, almost forgot to mention, only you get to see and hear me."

Peter sighed and scooped up the lamp in a webbing bundle.

"Super. Sorry buddy, gotta run! Doctor's appointment."

He quickly jumped past the guard and into the night, web-slinging into the skyline. He sighed, hoping maybe he could outrun her-

"Oh! How exciting! I've never seen anyone travel like this before! And what a beautiful city this New York of yours is!"

He did a double take as Inara floated next time as he slung between the buildings.

"Yeah, sorry, glad you're enjoying the sights but I'm going to go see a friend of mine named Strange and then we'll be parting ways."

"Ah, well." Inara shrugged her slim shoulders, making her impressive bust sway. "So that's a refusal to make a wish, yes?"

Peter stopped and landed against the side of a building, realizing his blunder almost immediately.

"Uh, I don't suppose you'd believe me if I said it was just me needing more time to think of something really, extra super sinful?"

She chuckled throatily.

"I can see inside your head, so I know you're lying, but at least you're polite about it. And funny! For that, I think I'll make your first penalty rather pleasant."

Peter braced for something terrible to happen . . . only for nothing to happen.

"Um. I think your evil genie powers are on the fritz?"

"Again, I'm an ifrit. And no, they're not on the fritz."

He frowned.

"Then what-"

"Remember that impressively busty blonde from earlier? I could hear your thoughts, how you wished she would stop causing trouble, so I just made that wish come true . . . in a manner of speaking. Go home to your apartment and you'll see exactly what I've done."

Peter's eyes went wide. He shared his apartment as Peter Parker with Randy Robertson and Frederick Myers (AKA Boomerang), so if she'd done something, they could be in danger. He didn't say a word but instead hustled back home quickly, sliding in through the skylight above his room and changing to civilian clothes quickly.

"Oh, baby, you are KILLING me!" he heard Fred yell.

"Fred, are you-"

He barreled into the living room and got quite the eyeful. Amora the Enchantress was dressed in a skimpy french maid outfit, bent over as she cleaned the coffee table, while Fred watched her from the living room, practically drooling. She had a flimsy white g-string underneath a ruffled skirt that did almost nothing to cover her ass as she bent over the table. As soon as she heard Peter's voice, however, the blonde straightened up and turned to face him. He couldn't help but notice that the tiny french maid uniform also did nearly nothing to cover her enormous tits as she turned to face him. When he finally managed to look her in the eyes, he was surprised to see her face beaming with delight.

"Master! You're home!" she purred. "How may I . . . service you?"

Peter's eyes widened.

"God damn, Peter, a supermodel level girlfriend and a live-in maid who looks like this? What are you gonna do for your third wish?"

Invisible to Fred, Inara laughed and laughed until Peter favored her with a scowl.

"Yeah, gee, I wonder. I, uh, gotta talk to her alone for a minute, excuse us. C'mon, Amora."

He stormed back into his room and Amora followed, closing the door behind her.

"OK, so what the heck is this-"

Before he could continue talking to Inara, Amora the Enchantress fell to her knees before him and undid a string on her top, letting her massive breasts swing free, looking up at Peter eagerly and adoringly.

"How may I service you, Master? Would you like to fuck my tits? My mouth? My pussy? My ass?"

"What? Jeez, no! Stop, just stop! Be quiet for a sec."

Blushing, Peter turned around and found an amused Inara sitting on his desk, long lovely legs crossed.

"So, this is the punishment? You made the Enchantress my sexy french maid? Doesn't seem like much of a punishment to me, more like one for her."

Inara shook her head, chuckling.

"Oh, Peter! I've seen all your memories in an instant and I know how you think. You care so much about responsibility, so I thought I'd make sure you're responsible for something . . . fun."

Peter cocked his head warily.

"What are you even talking about?"

"Oh, just Amora over there! To think, she was going to try and order me around like a dog! I may dress like a harem girl but it's honestly just an ironic fashion choice, not a lifestyle. I thought this was a fitting ****."

"WHAT is a fitting ****?"

Inara stood up off the desk and walked over beside Amora. The blonde's lower lip was trembling and she looked heartbroken at the very thought that she'd displeased Peter.

"She's now your hopelessly devoted sex **** who worships the ground you walk on . . . and needs your cum to live."

"She needs my WHAT to WHAT?"

Inara laughed.

"If you don't come in at least one of her slutty holes every day by midnight, she will quite literally die. How's THAT for great power and great responsibility?"

"You-"

"Master? Have I displeased you? Are you going to let me die?" Amora asked meekly from her place on the floor.

Peter looked down at the formerly haughty blonde, now a trembling topless **** on her knees before him and swallowed. He looked at his alarm clock and noticed the time - 11:42PM.

With gritted teeth, he picked up his phone to dial Mary Jane and desperately hoped she'd pick up as Inara fell back onto his bed and chortled with delight.