Psychics, Amirite? (Part 2)

“There. Moved.”

Emma nodded at Illyana. “Thank you, dear. Do you mind fetching me a drink? I am parched, but also a bit precopied you see.”

She did see.

Deep in the heart of Krakoa was The Temple of Intimacy. It was a safe haven for mutants to explore each other and their desires, and had been almost completely abandoned due to lack of male interest, despite the doctrine ‘Make More Mutants’.

Abandoned until now that is.

Many rows of female mutant statues stood masturbating on the temple’s grounds. They’d been granted mental permission to use their hands for such relief, while their eyes stayed rolled back in skulls as they were trapped in Spider-Man’s dirty fantasies. Practically all the female X-Women were there, including some that hadn’t gone to the Gala and joined in after hearing what was happening.

Magik was the one that had teleported them to the temple. Having to watch as her friends marched like zombies through her portal and into the temple, yet despite the lack of body autonomy their moans only served to make her jealous.

Emma herself was currently at the head of this congregation. Sitting on a comfortable plant grown chair, naked yet covered mostly by Peter’s naked body, who she had tightly wrapped in her thighs while her fingers remained on his temple.

His nakedness was also covered by the five Slurping Cuckoos. Each taking turns to suck his cock, slurp his cum, kiss his balls, then rotate around for the next orgasm. Semen was practically caking their already porcelain features, but none wanted to take a break any time soon. It was just so spectacular to get to watch a real cock spurt such endless semen and remain so very hard during it. The sisters had even started making a game of who could take him deeper into their throats, marking their progress with five different colours of lipstick along his shaft. Phoebe was currently winning. Emma looked down at them proudly. Magik frowned at them jealously, and wondered if they’d notice a sixth blonde joining them.

“I am not your little helper, Frost,” hissed Illyana, “Go get your own drink.”

She gave a nonplussed shrug, “Oh? And here I was going to let you into the mind meld. Perhaps even dip into the truly sordid desires he has that I fear the other girls are too vanilla for. But if you don’t think that’s worth a single drink~”

“...would you like ice with that?” Illyana bitterly grumbled.

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Fantasy 6: Rogue

Some women in the fantasy worlds were living out Peter’s fetishes.

Other women were in fact the dream themselves.

In looking through a man’s desires for the first time, Emma discovered rows of filing cabinets detailing his flitting sexual thoughts about women caught in his eyeline. This was apparently a normal thing for men in his universe, but Emma knew she could spend years sifting through all this smut and never get bored of it. There was just something so validating about reading the file about herself. How Peter would gaze upon her deep cleavage and instantly picture his dick between her tits, or how her time as a vessel for the Phoenix Force had caused him to imagine her dominating him, or just getting a slight pang of jealousy at how Scott would kiss her after a difficult mission.

She’d tried to look through some of the other women’s folders to determine what would and wouldn’t be wise to let the ladies live through. But strangely, Rogue’s file had a different aura to it. The note tags attached weren’t too different to some of the other women.

For example, Jessica Jones also had a ‘taboo’ tag due to her being married to Luke Cage, an errant thought about a Spider-Girl he met in the Spider-Verse became tagged heavy taboo after finding out she was his daughter, and the less said about Peter’s large file on Johnny Storm the better.

But perhaps because of Rogue’s powers restricting even the mere touch of a man, the level of taboo had risen greatly. And yet, the desire for the southern bell had only grown. As if she was the fetish itself.

Rogue had awoken in a cave. A new set of memories entered her brain as to where she was, what had happened, and who she was with.

“Peter…” she said, southern twang laced with deep concern. “Yah didn’t have tah do that… ah’m still way stronger than you here.”

Placing a shredded webbed glove on his forehead faux dramatically, he moaned, “Oh, will the emasculation ever end…? COUGH!”

“Ah was supposed to be treating you like ah man?” She teased back, “Hmm. Maybe ah will when you stop treatin’ me like a piece of meat. Think I didn’t notice you’re sneaky eyes glancing at mah girls just cause you have a mask on?”

After a few playful tugs on her wrecked costume, Peter’s eyes betrayed him as he looked over to her jiggling chest flesh. The scraggly green and yellow cloth was still barely hanging onto the woman’s all naturals, her tits so eager to spill out of the top’s wreckage, just one more dinosaur attack would probably do it. Not to mention all the rest of her perfect untouched skin on display, from that thin flat stomach toned with muscle to that ridiculous round peach she often flew around in front of Peter.

“Ahm sorry, I shouldn’t tease,” she smiled, “As much as we want it, just a few seconds of skin-to-skin contact would cause you to shrivel up more than a prune in a desert drier.”

“You presume I’m just that pent up and horny being around a cute hotty like you all day that I’m throwing myself at dinosaurs to feel anything other than sexual frustration in my life?” he asked, “Cause, yeah.” Despite it all, Peter often felt like he’d at least made something good happen in his life when he could make a girl like her laugh. Made their dino situation a little less grim. “How many seconds is it?”

She tilted her head at him, “Wuzzat?”

“How many seconds of skin contact is it for you? Like, before you start hurting the other person.”

“D-dunno… ahm usually a little too happy to be getting any contact at all, each second feels like ahn eternity.”

He just continued to stroke his chin, that inner science geek taking over as he thought about it, “I’m just curious about if we can come up with some sort of system for brief touches. I’d hate for you to be the lying here and I’m unable to help you.”

Rogue sighed. Her face said it all. Years of hurt and pain, all because of the genetic lottery restricting her from touching another. Peter may jokingly speak of frustration, but the girl couldn’t even get so much as a head pat without it being gloved. What she wouldn’t give to be able to hug, kiss, make love… but she was a prisoner in her own body. Without speaking, she simply removed the glove on her right hand and pointed at Peter.

The extended finger was there to just get it over with. Let Peter see for himself exactly how this curse of hers acted.

He gulped, reached out, fully expected the full brunt force of his own ridiculous curiosity, and tapped her finger with his own.

…

“Um… was it supposed to hurt?” He asked.

Rogue, also incredibly confused by his lack of reaction, wiggled her finger a little. “Ah… um, hang on. Try it again?”

He did. Then a few more times. Then he just kept it there, expecting to feel a zing of pain or shrivelling any second now.

“...um…” he frowned after a minute, “Hey, you know how you’ve been able to touch the animals here?”

“Ah thought mah powers just didn’t work on dinosaurs!” she exclaimed, extending their touch to the point they were just holding hands. All while her eyes sparkled with wonder at the sensation, “Does the Savage Land…?!”

Her own urges stopped her from even speaking anymore, as all of a sudden the girl’s mouth was on Peter’s. It was a hell of a step up from finger poking, but just that bud of hope had fully bloomed into desperation just within seconds. Spidey didn’t really have any strength (either of will or physically) to push her off. Her erotic beauty just overtook his senses, being that close to her desperation didn’t exactly make it easy to resist, especially as her tongue started demanding entry to his mouth.

“W-wait!” he said after a good five minutes of making out. “Just… maybe wait one-”

“Peter Parker, ah have waited all mah life for a chance like this,” said Rogue in an angry pant, “You better not be getting cold feet on me, ya hear? Ah really really need you right now.”

“S-sure, I just… I dunno, you sure this should be… with me? Not some hunkier X-Man that you’d rather-?”

She just rolled her eyes at him before ripping her shredded top with one gesture, letting her tits bounce free right in front of his eyes. “Shut the hell up and touch every part of me, you cute idiot.”

And touch he did.

Any way he could think, any way she’d always dreamt, they touched. Clothes discarded as the final barriers between their passions. Words became useless. No amount of cold wind from the rain outside could even put a dent in the heat they shared between them. That warmth of physical human connection that he’d missed and she’d always longed for.

Peter had taught at the X-Mansion before, but he’d never dreamed he would be teaching this southern bell the ways of French kissing. Their tongues danced together, wrapping and writhing in any way he could show her. Careful flicks, wraps, and even sucking on it. She replicated each motion, as if trying to find which make out action she liked the most.

Their hands weren’t slouching either. Rogue made sure to give every manly muscle she could find a squeeze. She was fascinated by it. By him. Spider-Man’s skin: the tapestry on full display. Each battle scar from a metallic tentacle, or singed bit of flesh from a hurled pumpkin bomb, he’d lived a thousand battles and she got to feel them now. Taste them. Oh yeah, she’d decoupled from his lips to start licking his various body parts. The girl had quite a lot of catching up to do, and as much as she was enjoying the makeout she also really wanted to lick her first male nipple.

Peter was no slouch either. Getting to finally grab at Rogue, the Rogue, was like heaven. She was so receptive to everything, just a light squeeze of her ass made her whole body shudder. He could feel her dripping on him the longer he explored the ex-untouchable woman. Despite her immense strength, there were so many unexplored soft parts to her. He was becoming more beast than man.

“Mm!” she suddenly exclaimed as he rubbed up her armpit, retracting her tongue from his shoulder.

“You good?” he asked.

She nodded, “Yeah, yeah. What a time to find out ah’m ticklish.”

Neither could stop themselves from giggling at that, loosening what little tension they had left between them.

Well, except for the obvious rigid tension that was poking up against her belly.

“Ah’ve only seen pictures of these things… it’s big, even by big standards, yeah?”

Peter shrugged, “Sometimes I think it’s why thugs hate me so much. You know, other than stopping them and the constant unfunny quips.”

“Unfunny? Ya named yourself after a bug when ya mighty fine cock is bigger than a pregnant grass snake after mardi gras. That’s comedy if I ever done seen it.” she said, only confusing Peter, “Do ya mind if I… rub myself against it?”

“Go ahead.”

He agreed, but probably didn’t understand the full extent of ‘rubbing up’ she meant.

Rogue wanted every part of her to touch his cock. Every. Part.

She started low. Peter had tried foot stuff with Felicia once, but it was more of a ‘just to try it’ amidst a bigger sex weekend, and neither really got into it. This experience with Rogue was somewhat similar, but with how she was taking her time and how pent up he was he wouldn’t exactly describe it as unenjoyable.

Rogue continued upwards, making his precum smeared cock mark her ankles, her shins, her thighs, she was loving every second of it. Part of her real world senses were peeking through Emma’s veil and letting Rogue’s fascination with dicks sway the dream. Peter didn’t mind, especially when she clapped her own booty around his cock.

It was both a massive tease fest, but so intimately erotic as well. He wanted to fuck the shit out of this goddess in front of him, but he also liked letting her indulge so sensually as well.

It was like she was letting each body part meet and kiss him one at a time.

Her abs kissed his tip, her armpit sucked on his shaft, her forehead got a heaping helping of precum, her nose rubbed his nuts, and her boobs got a long make out session from every angle. By the time she was making her tonsils meet him Peter was ready to blow, and it didn’t take much sucking from her before Mr Cum got a formal introduction to Mrs Stomach.

“Haa… haa…” he panted, having blasted the greatest orgasm of his life down Rogue’s throat. A few errant blasts of cum still coming out and adding to the white streaks in her hair. “That was… amazing…”

“Ahm glad you liked, Sugar. But ya know, there’s still one more place I need to rub ya with.”

Despite not shaving too much down there, something about those savage lands looked truly blessed as Peter gazed into her spreading those untapped lips to show her salmony insides.

The beast finally took over, and Peter leapt up to wrap her in a hug, rotating them around to place her on her back now. His wounds long forgotten, Peter just felt hungry now. “Rogue,” he whispered, his voice a low guttural growl.

She looked up at him, her eyes wide, her body still trembling with excitement. “Do it, Spidey,” she breathlessly replied, panting with need, “Make sweet love to this poor starvin’ gal, please!”

He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock hard and ready. Diving down inside her for the grandest touch either had ever felt. Rogue groaned immediately, a sharp primal sound of pleasure as he filled her so completely. He was inside her. A part of a man was now a part of her. And it was the most incredible thing she had ever felt.

Peter began to move, his hips rocking in a slow and steady rhythm as his cock scraped along Rogue’s velvet walls. She quickly began to meet his movements, her hips rising to respond to his, her body learning the ancient dance of love.

The Savage Land was bringing something primordial out of both of them. The cave, the jungle, that distant sound of dinosaur roars… it all faded away, leaving only the two to rhythmically synchronise with each other. Fucking faster and faster, practically melting into one being.

It was the warmth that truly overwhelmed Rogue. Not just the heat from his dick-and not to understate that in the slightest, because wow was it burning her up inside, she had no idea men’s dicks could get this hot-but also his natural body heat against her own. Even just letting him fondle her tits as he fucked her was making it hard not to burst into tears, as years of physical loneliness restricted her from this beautiful heat of another soul.

Eventually they would cum, hard. Her first orgasm from another not marred by overcaution or restricted by cloth, and getting to feel a truly climatic heat from his oversized load pouring into her womb. It was far from the only time they’d go at it that night. Rogue wanted to try it in every position, in every way she’d dreamed. From full nelson anal to him stroking her hair gently. No way would she let this opportunity slip by for even a single moment.

A small selfish part of her couldn’t help but wish that the X-Men would never find them, letting Rogue stay here with Peter forever…

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Fantasy 7: Jubilee

Exhibitionism perhaps isn’t the first thought people would have about Jubilee, but then some fetishes don’t always make sense. Why did the outgoing mutant with firework powers love secretly fucking around strangers? No one was to say. But Emma paired it to her specifically with Peter’s own exhibitionist tendencies. It was hard to deny his own desires when he’d made so many web beds above the city to woo his various conquests in his own world.

Peter got to experience it a bit differently with Jubilee though. After a late night battle with a Sentinel in Central Park, the two of them had come to a late night mall, the kind that seemingly leaked straight out of the 90s, and spent the late hours of the night hanging out. No lines for the video game cabinets, minimal people around using the candy machines, and only a few other seats filled when they went to see a movie together.

Though as soon as the movie had started, it was clear that Jubilation wanted more than just popcorn from his lap.

She leaned over, her lips brushing against his ear. “This movie is so lame,” she whispered as the opening credits began to roll. “I can think of something way more fun to do.”

ZIP!

“J-Jubes?! What are you doing?” he whispered, his voice a mix of excitement and apprehension.

“Shh,” she said, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. “Live a little.”

Peter tried to keep a straight face. Nobody was really looking at them, there was no one on the row, but some part of him felt extra exposed as Jubilee, well, exposed him. Her mouth quickly latched onto his cock, slurping and sucking away in the public space. Peter felt like she was being very loud, and he gripped against the armrests to the point they were tearing at the seams. In reality, she wasn’t really making any more noise than the theater’s sound system, but the thrill was exciting both of them too much to care about such things as reality.

His eyes kept darting around. One to the movie, two to the bald man only two rows ahead, and three to the head of the cute girl bobbing on his dick. He was exposed. They were in public. And it was the most thrilling thing he had ever felt.

Jubilee, for her part, was in her element. This was her favourite game. The risk, the secrecy, the sheer, unadulterated audacity of it all. She could feel the tension in his thighs, the way his muscles were coiled like a spring. She could feel his heartbeat, a frantic thudding rhythm against her tongue. This was way better than any romance scene the movie could be playing.

She pulled back and he groaned slightly, a wicked grin on her face as she looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief in the dim light. “What's the matter, Spidey?” she whispered, her voice a low, husky purr. “Scared you're gonna get caught?”

“Jubes... please,” he hissed, having to peel his fingers from the dents he’d created in the cheap plastic. “Someone's gonna see us!”

“Oh no, guess you’d better be quiet then!” she sarcastically shot back, before taking him back into her mouth with a renewed vigor. His spine tingled as he clenched the armrests hard. The fireworks gal was putting on a show now, a private performance for an audience of one, with the constant thrilling threat of a larger audience walking in at any moment. Just the way the other couple a few rows down looked back at them was enough to send a thrill into his motor.

Jubilee began to play with her food, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock, her hand stroking his shaft in a slow, teasing rhythm. She was driving him wild, pushing him to the very brink of his control, and she was loving every second of it.

As the hero of the movie dramatically grabbed his gun for ‘one last job’, Peter could feel his release building. This blowjob set him to release in a cinema near you, as a tidal wave of pleasure that was about to consume his soul. He tried to hold back, to prolong the exquisite torture, but she was too relentless. Just as the action scene kicked into gear Peter came, jizz flooding her mouth as he groaned out into the mostly empty theater.

She swallowed, her eyes never leaving his, a triumphant smirk on her face the whole time. Cheeks filling with the next few spurts, and after collecting his nut she spat the last of it out onto her popcorn, grinning as he watched her chomp a few semen soaked corns. “Told you I could make the movie more fun.”

Peter could only nod, his mind reeling. Having to use his own popcorn bucket to cover his cock right when the matinee shone a torch at them.

He made sure to repay the favour by treating Jubilee to her own over-the-city fuckfest on his web bed.

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Fantasy 8: Domino, Polaris, Dazzler

Another of Peter’s fantasies he didn’t particularly want showcased was his attraction to his fellow super heroes. It had become… less of a problem in this universe for obvious reasons, but in his world it would be seen as quite the faux pas.

He wasn’t exactly complaining right now though.

The Avenger meeting had just wrapped up, a discussion about some potential motion by MODOK in Germany, headed by ‘Black Widow’. Fairly typical stuff that would more likely lead to a quinjet flight and big head fight in the coming days. But bizarrely, he’d been asked to stay behind by the meeting lead.

Though she wasn’t the only one. ‘Lady Thor’ and ‘Spider-Woman’ had stayed behind too. All giving Peter a predatory smile until the rest of the Avengers had gone.

“You’ve been avoiding us, Spidey.” said the ‘widow’, standing from her chair seductively.

He gulped, “I-I have?!”

“Jen already spilled the beans,” agreed the ‘God’, picking him up by the shoulder lightly and pushing him against the nearby wall.

Brushing a hand through her green hair, the ‘spider’ smirked, “You can’t just fuck half The Avengers! It’s our turn now!”

On some level they all knew that this ‘Nat’ was really Domino, ‘Jane’ was Dazzler, and ‘Jess’ was Polaris. But for this fantasy they were also perfectly happy to be dressed in lewd cosplay versions of the iconic costumes to jump the bones of Peter as soon as they could.

“Explain what?” 'Nat' (aka Domino in a skintight, black leather catsuit that was unzipped to a dangerous degree) purred as she sauntered towards him. Her hips swayed with a hypnotic rhythm, a predatory grace that promised both pain and pleasure. “That you have a thing for strong, capable women who can kick your ass? We already know that, Peter.”

“I think everyone knows it at this point,” said ‘Jane’ (aka Dazzler in a metal bikini and red cape) with a cocky smirk.

'Jess' (aka Polaris, her green hair a vibrant contrast to the skin-tight red and yellow of Spider-Woman's suit) laughed, a low, husky sound that sent a shiver down his spine. “She's right. You're not exactly subtle. The way you look at us during training... at the way our bodies move... the way our muscles strain…”

Domino reached out, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. “We know you're a fanboy, Pete. And we're your favorite team~.”

The Spider was trapped. Caught in their web. And the most damning part was, they were absolutely right on the money. He had always been attracted to them, not just as allies but as sexy women in skin tight outfits that could completely and utterly dominate him.

It wasn’t even limited to the cosplays these girls were wearing. Domino’s luck powers had nearly killed him once when they fought. Polaris could rival Magneto’s power levels. And Dazzler had that one dominatrix song he secretly really enjoyed.

Thankfully for him, he didn’t have a chance to put his foot anywhere further into his mouth, as Domino’s tongue was already inside it. Dazzler not far behind, as she began to kiss his neck. Polaris’ hands roaming over his chest, her fingers tracing the hard lines of his muscles. Each of them stripping him at different points, with little care for his sewing bills as they ripped open his clothes. For some reason, he didn’t mind the show of strength.

He was overwhelmed. He was being assaulted by a trio of goddesses, each one more intoxicatingly beautiful than the last. They were feeling up his cock, already hard from the moment they had cornered him, dainty fingers keeping firm grip upon every inch of his member and nards. He was the Avenger’s prisoner, their plaything… and he was loving every second of it.

Before he knew what was happening, Spider-Man was stripped naked and pushed to be spread-eagle on the Avenger’s round table.

The girls descended upon him, a whirlwind of hands, mouths, and bodies. He could barely follow what was happening, but their grins at least told him he was doing an adequate job. Peter’s cock was getting licked as his mouth sucked on a greyscale tit. He was thrusting his hips up into someone’s throat while having to lick and finger two different slits. If he wasn’t getting groped by a Goddess he was getting humped by a heroine.

It took until a random attack by Ultron to get them to vacate the space. And at that point ‘Rescue’ (Hope), ‘Mockingbird’ (Snowbird), and ‘Spectrum’ (M), all joined in as well.

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Fantasy 9: Firestar

Peter had once wondered what it would be like to live in the same apartment as some of his super hero friends.

This was then coupled with an idea that this world’s Felicia had imparted onto him. One that he would be free to use her body whenever and wherever he liked, if he so desired. Such dreams are something all perverted men of his world face, as they think about bending that woman on the street over just to satisfy their needs.

Angelica was now that need-satisfier.

“Hey Petey~” she hummed, having been standing by the sink doing dishes when her breasts were suddenly grabbed from behind. “Sleep good?”

“Mm,” he grunted. Spending more effort to sniff her neck and move her panties down than actually form a conversation with her.

Firestar just giggled, “Naww, you woke up horny again? Come on then, Spidey. Fill me-ahhp~!” She barely got through the sentence before his cock was spreading her innards. Her spine curled as she tossed the plate to the soapy sink and gripped at the side. “Hehe… frisky. S-so hard… did you have a sexy dream?”

He was mercilessly pounding at her, nibbling at her neck while groping and thrusting all at once. “Yeah. It was getting to live this life.”

“S-smooth talker~”

Angelica struggled to finish the rest of the dishes after the shared orgasm left her drippy and weak at the knees. That, plus Peter came over two more times as she was standing there to fuck her again and again.

It hadn’t been easy to convince Peter to follow through with this arrangement. They’d been in this apartment for three years, and she’d been begging him to use her as a sex toy since week two. Ever since she’d always made sure to wear the skimpiest clothes and angle herself in the sluttiest ways whenever he was around. But he was just too cute and hot, and the idea of being used as Spider-Man’s onahole was just way too arousing to ever truly quit. So after about two years, he’d finally started.

The last year was still an uphill battle. So many times he was worried about her safety, or felt like he was abusing some level of power, but every time she just sucked his dick until he melted into the couch and stopped worrying so much.

Some days it was almost like he was free use to her, but then she’d stop initiating and after a few hours he’d come running. They were an addiction for each other. Every time they tried to just hang out together, watch a movie, have a drink… it always ended up with another few hours of humping. And it was just constant when they were living together like this.

She’d add herself to his shower. He’d rip open her work out clothes. She’d wake him up with a blowjob. He’d wake her up with a blowjob. She’d pour ice cream on herself for him to lick off. He’d lick his fingers clean after stroking her pussy on the couch. Back and forth, endless, neverending free use sex.

After all, what were amazing friends for?

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Fantasy 10: Phoenix Force

“THIS GRADE IS AN INSULT TO THE VERY FABRIC OF REALITY!”

Peter sat at his desk in front of the mostly empty classroom, frowning at the troubling student yelling at him. To some she was the Phoenix Force, a bird-like cosmic being, capable of planetary destruction or impossible levels of rebirth. But here? She had manifested as a shapely woman. Still made entirely of flame, but now wearing a pristine school uniform over the swirling vortex of power. Not only that, but it was clearly a school uniform worn only by the cheapest of pornos. Her bright orange breasts pouring out of her top, the shapely flaming thighs on full display between the white knee-high socks and the tiny miniskirt.

In some ways the Phoenix resembled Jean, but with the way the rebirth fire flickered around it made it hard to tell. What wasn’t difficult was figuring out why the flames were angrily pouting at Peter, as a flaming finger pointed at their report card.

Peter shrugged. “Now now, Phoenix. I told you, 'math' is about logic, and working through the solutions. You can't just burn the variables to get the answer.”

“LOGIC?!” she roared, the sound echoing like a supernova. “I AM THE PHOENIX! I AM THE CYCLE OF ASH AND REBIRTH! I CAN BURN ENTIRE GALAXIES INTO DUST WITH A THOUGHT! REVEAL TO ME THE TIME IN WHICH I WOULD NEED THE TRIVIALITIES KNOWN AS ‘TRIGONOMETRY’?!”

“It’s an important… well, you still need to know it to pass the class.” he said, stopping himself before he lied.

The Phoenix snarled, clenching her fists in rage, “THIS MORTAL SCROLL... THIS... THIS REPORT CARD... HAS MARKED ME WITH AN F! IF A COSMIC BEING OF INFINITE POWER WERE TO FAIL… I’D BE VERY EMBARRASSED! THAT SLUT BAST WOULD LAUGH AT ME! YOU MUST ASSIST MY ENDEAVOUR!”

“Well, I’m sure we can work together to-”

She slammed her hand down on the desk, and the wood cracked into a million pieces, then seemingly rewound themselves back to the starting point, creating an even nicer desk than before. Sparks flew in the air, illuminating her flushed face.

“PROFESSOR PARKER. I-I DO NOT BELIEVE YOU UNDERSTAND THE MAGNITUDE OF MY SUGGESTION!” the cosmic-being stammered. Her galactic voice dropped an octave as she slowly lifted her skirt, revealing the lack of panties around her inflamed pussy. “PERHAPS YOU MAY PROVIDE ME AN ‘A’ WITH AN EXTRA CLASS ON HUMAN BREEDING? I SO DESIRE TO LEARN FROM YOU.”

Peter’s eyes lingered a little too long on the tits of creation before turning away, “I… I shouldn’t… you’re my student…”

Phoenix placed her hand on the desk and slid the solid oak desk across the room like it was made of cardboard, ignoring the way it created a dent in the wall. She sauntered forwards, shaking her bright orange hips before kneeling in front of the teacher.

“I SENSE YOUR DESIRE, PROFESSOR PARKER. DO NOT DENY YOUR OWN LUST.”

Some part of him knew he shouldn’t have spread his legs, nor let her unzip his trousers, and certainly not wrap his cock up in her surprisingly-comfortable-for-fire boobs. But that was the point of fantasies like this. To let yourself indulge in the ideas that would never be. Like how he was getting a titfuck by a cosmic being right now.

Her warmth was incredible. The flames lapped at his skin, yet only to the temperature of sitting near a warm fire, she could control her body temperature and physicality to create the perfect environment to pleasure his dick.

The Phoenix Force itself was fascinated by this fantasy. It had watched as Jean Grey indulged herself with this man in an environment similar to this. Despite all the power they’d shared, all the moments of cosmic might, never had she seen the woman so happy as when she was bouncing on this man’s dick. Eyes rolled back, teacher uniform barely hanging on, all while living out a perverted dream through the mind of a single multiversally-lost arachnid.

And as Peter’s cock erupted, spraying upwards to cover her with white ballcream, The Phoenix could see why.

Semen was beautiful to a creator of life and rebirth. She could literally see the infinite potential of all mankind spraying out from the tip of his hard pole that she had nestled between her bosom. Each jet against her flames felt like another generation, another century of humanity against her skin, the wriggling masses of future humans in a lovely tasting white sauce. Despite being made of fire, the warmth of his cum still felt hot as it landed on her.

In that moment, the Phoenix Force granted Peter Parker three gifts.

The first: her pussy. No way in hell was Jean going to get all the fun. Her clothes burned away and she quickly began riding her ‘teacher’, feeling the sensation of a man spreading her flaming cunt just strengthened her resolve for the next two gifts.

The second: Random genetic manipulation. It was no secret now that Peter Parker was creating a baby boom to rival that of Genghis Khan, the last known human with a mutation that gave him an erection, but at the back of his mind he worried that having so many children could limit the gene pool and create issues in the future. So the Phoenix granted his future groin spawn to be free of such limitations, even those many many women he bred in Wakanda would have their children granted mutations that would keep them Peter’s but randomise their DNA to stop genetic irregularities.

And the third: The Phoenix could sense how much passion and love went into each of the women he’d slept with through Emma Frost’s mindscape, and would personally take each woman and Peter to the White Hot Room to rewrite history inside it. Making every fantasy that the two had shared… real.

Including all the baby mutants they’d just made.

"This grade is... IT IS UNACCEPTABLE," she stammered, her cosmic voice suddenly dropping an octave, becoming breathy and flustered. She stood up, her chair scraping loudly against the floor, and walked to the front of the class. She stopped right in front of Peter, her face inches from his, her body radiating a heat that was far more intimate than a supernova. "I... I... I DO NOT KNOW HOW TO DO THIS. THE NUMBERS... THEY ARE TOO SMALL. THEY ARE TOO... HUMAN."

She leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial, girlish whisper. "I was trying to calculate the distance to the Andromeda galaxy using the Pythagorean theorem, but... I got lost. And now... now I have an F."

She reached out, her hand—trembling with a mixture of cosmic fury and teenage anxiety—touching his chest. Her fingers were hot, but not burning. "Teacher... Mr. Parker... I... I really don't want to fail. If I fail... I... I can't go to the cafeteria. I can't sit in the back. I can't... I can't be the Phoenix anymore. I have to be a student."

Peter couldn't help but chuckle, the absurdity of the situation breaking through his nerves. "Well, I can't just give you an A without you knowing the material."

"Oh, but I know it!" she insisted, her eyes widening. "I know that... that... if I get an A... I can have... I can have... whatever I want!" She bit her lip, a flush spreading down her neck. "I want... I want to stay here with you. I want to... to be your best student."

Her demeanour shifted again, from a cosmic entity to a giggling, blushing schoolgirl. She twirled a lock of fire around her finger, looking at him with pure, unadulterated adoration. "Teacher, teacher... do you think... do you think if I do something... really good... you might change my grade?"

She took a step closer, her body pressing against his, her hands sliding up his chest. "I want to show you how much I want to learn... from you. About... about everything. Not just math. But... but this." She gestured vaguely between them, her face glowing with a heat that had nothing to do with her cosmic power.

"I can... I can be a very good student, if you just... if you just help me," she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation. "I can... I can let you grade me... in any way you want. As long as I get an A."

Her eyes sparkled with a mix of cosmic power and teenage desperation. "Please, teacher... change my grade. Let me pass. Let me be... yours."

Peter looked at the woman who could destroy the universe, the being who could reignite dying stars, currently wearing a mini-skirt and pleading for a better grade with a look of pure, unadulterated lust. It was the most bizarre, beautiful, and terrifying thing he had ever experienced.

"Alright," he said softly, his voice calm. "If you want to pass, you're going to have to show me you understand the... curriculum."

Her eyes widened, and a wicked, flirty grin spread across her face. "Oh, I understand, teacher. I understand everything now."

She grabbed his tie, pulling him down to her level, her body pressing flush against his. "Let's... let's start with the basics."

And as she leaned in, the room dissolved into a swirl of fire and stars, the Phoenix Force, the ultimate cosmic entity, now reduced to a single, desperate, horny schoolgirl, eager to please her teacher.

---

Fantasy 11: Magik

Illyana got to do the final death star run of Peter’s deepest fetishes.

Glug! Glug! Glug!

“Wow…” said Peter, stars in his eyes as he watched her drink, “You really like it? All that cum?”

She probably would have called him out for asking a stupid question, if she wasn’t fighting a tankard full of his jizz oozing down her throat.

The blonde’s senses were completely overtaken by jizz. It was sour, salty, lumpy, hot, and so so so so so so thick. She literally needed to chew on it just to get it to an edible state for her throat. The man was clearly trying to get her stomach pregnant with just how much fertile sperm he wanted to pour into her gullet. Yet Magik loved every drop, every morsel, every ounce of that potent manly sex sauce that the whole world of women wished for. The woman couldn’t even lower the glass, she wanted all of it in her immediately. She may have known it was a world of fantasy, but that wasn’t going to stop her from enjoying the pure unadulterated taste of Spider-Man’s cum pouring down her throat.

Magik slammed the tankard down. Hair on her mouth, salty tastes still coating her throat, and a tear running down her eye. Yet all that Russian accent said was, “Run that fantasy again.”

She couldn’t help but feel excited by watching the chalice in her hands once more fill with an incredible amount of semen. All for her to enjoy.

---

The next transformation was absolute. Gone was the armor, the leather, the casual wear, Magik found herself dressed instead in a fetishistic dream of a French maid's outfit. The black dress was scandalously short, trimmed with frilly white lace that barely contained the swell of her breasts. A tiny, pristine white apron was tied around her waist, and on her head sat a lacy headband, completing the picture of subservient, domestic fantasy. She even held a feather duster, its long, soft plumes looking utterly ridiculous in her powerful hand.

Perhaps she would have found issue in Peter’s world to be subjected to such humiliation. But right now she was happy to clean and bounce around, in more ways than one.

Spider-Man had just come home to his apartment and sat directly down on his trusty yet somewhat dusty chaise lounge. He still wore the top half of his suit, but was leaning back in only underwear below the belt. Surveying her work as she continued to dust around.

“Is the master’s manor dusted to his satisfaction?” she purred, making sure to dust very low to the floor and flash her frilled rear at him. “Or do you wish to clean down here all night?”

“You missed a spot,” he said, his voice a low growl.

Magik smirked at him, watching him stroke that very dusty pole of his through his strained underwear, as she wiggled her tush in front of him.

“Oh, how clumsy of me~.”

Swaying her hips back and forth, she immediately mounted the chair, knees on either side of him, with pendulous breasts shoved in his face. After a few seconds of tickling with the feather duster on his crotch, she threw it to the side. “These tools are inefficient.”

Peter whistled, “Not from where I’m sitting…”

“I must use a more soaked cloth to clean my master. Ah, here we go~” Illyana wasted no time in ripping both sets of underwear away and ‘cleaning’ Peter’s erection with her gushing pussy.

---

Illyana sat on her chair. The chair. The throne of limbo, surveying the grand flames and destroyed architecture that she’d spent her entire childhood surviving.

“You are a beautiful boy, Peter Parker,” she hummed, stroking the man who lay his head on her lap. “Not just your face, which I have masturbated many times to, but your soul it is… a beauty.”

Peter shuddered, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “Th-thanks… Illyana…” He closed his eyes, as if to better absorb her words.

She leaned closer, giving a peck on his cheek. “You do not need to feel shame for this praise kink of yours. A man like you needs to know he is loved. Both as a duty of care for the work you do, and because art should be appreciated, don’t you think?” He gulped, feeling her hot breath on his hotter ears, “In fact, your fetishes are fairly mundane. Maids and cum drinking… I’d have let you piss on me, if that is what aroused you.”

“Uh, cool…? I’d rather not.”

“Your loss. Do you know how strong you are? Such big muscles. To think you managed to fight me when me and my brother had the Phoenix Force on our side. We were distracted by how small you were compared to our vast cosmic power, but that just made your victory so much more glorious.”

“Y-yeah… I still remember the stitches…”

Magik reached out, her fingers gently stroking his cheek. “You're a good man, Peter. The best man. And as Queen of Limbo, I demand you realise this about yourself.”

“...”

“Peter?”

“Yes, yes… I’m… I’m alright.”

“Peter.”

“Okay! I’m great!” He exclaimed, clearly uncomfortable with self praise, “Can we get to the sex part now?”

“Da.”

---

Their ‘sex part’ came in the flavour of an amazonian position. Another rare fetish for Peter, especially as Magik went full darkchylde mode to enact it.

Peter was on his back. Magik’s clawed fingers wrapped around his ankles as her humungous ass was slamming on his cock. His legs in the air, getting to see her toned back and ample ass (with tail) jiggle up and down in total control.

Magik was always worried about letting this side of her out. Never in a million years would she have expected the goody two shoes Spider-Man to be attracted enough to it to want to fuck her like this. Sure, just one of her ass cheeks was as wide as his hips, and her chest puppies slapping against her were now twice the size, but even then, the assumption of horns and claws would turn a man off. Not Peter though. It seemed as long as he knew you were good deep down that boner would always grow for you.

Her long tongue flicked at her lips, watching as his head flung around in pure maddening pleasure. If it were up to her, she’d keep him locked on this throne forever. Her queenly prize. Big enough to put all the other realms of hell to shame.

And speaking of being locked up…

---

“Now this is the kind of fetish I can get int-”

TWHIP!

“No talking now,” Peter purred into her ear, “Not until I give you permission.”

Magik had never been wetter. Nor had she ever been so constrained. Just like lizards and goblins before her, Illyana was strung up by a single web. All her limbs tied behind her back, webs wrapped around her shoulders and thighs, all to trap her. There was constant pressure on almost all of her body, yet all she could focus on was the boiling slit between her spread legs.

He gave her a poke, watching as her tightly constrained body spun around like a swing ball. Somehow the helpless weightless feeling just made her wetter.

Peter aimed himself up. He’d done this sort of bondage play a few times with previous girlfriends, but had always worried about hurting them. Never had he had a playmate so masochistic before, he could feel Magik’s juices gush as he rubbed her slit and tugged lightly on her hair at the same time.

Maybe it was the arachnid in him, or just a desire to see someone as strong as Illyana be at his mercy, but Peter was achingly hard when he started fucking her. The bondage doubling as a sex swing, letting him fuck her hard forward, retreating on the away swing till his cock just nearly exited her pussy, before slamming back hard on the return.

No matter what he did, she just got wetter. Spanking, hair pulling, peeling off the black tape they’d put on her nipples. All of it just aroused her. Between all the grunts and hisses, Peter only heard one word come from beneath the web on Magik’s mouth: “Harder.”

Illyana would make Emma run this dream many many times more.

---

Epilogue?

“So… we have the DNA?”

“Are you kidding? The spider wouldn’t stop spreading it.”

“It was hard not to get some of that shit stuck to your shoe.”

“Alright, alright. Don’t be gross.”

“The question is… what do we do with it?”

“So many of those stupid women would sell their souls for this.”

“We could make sure every mutant male that dies and enters rebirth gets the same erection and love of sex as the Spider.”

“Or we just sell one or two of them to the highest bidder. Maybe that southern fool would pay to get her gutter trash thief a permanent boner?”

“What about just cutting out the middle man and clone the Spider? I’m sure Miss Frost wants her own to, and forgive my disgusting tongue here, ‘fornicate with’?”

“This will truly be a…! A…”

“...honestly I don’t see the appeal of this plan.”

“Yeah, this whole evil scheme sounds so… pedestrian.”

“Way below the work of Mister Sinister.”

“That’s it! I’m so glad we agree, Mister Sinister.”

“Of course, Mister Sinister. Let’s just dump the stupid DNA and be done with it.”

“Fellas, fellas. We all know what we WANT to do with this!”

“And what’s that?”

“Ruin Scott Summers’ day!”

“Of course!”

“We’re a genius!”

“Let’s give him a boner, but no desire to use it!”

“Hahahaha! He’ll be hiding it, and have no idea what to do!”

“He’ll come running to beg us to remove it!”

“Now THIS is a plan!”