Yes.

Calypso's mind wandered to the first time she'd laid eyes on her new master.

She'd been of three minds about him. Part of her saw a handsome stud, ripe for fucking. A stronger part saw a weakling who had never killed anyone his life. But the strongest part of all, saw a living god to be obeyed in all things as well as an object of ultimate lust who was the source of all pleasure.

Peter looked at her with mild distaste and said, "What do you mean she's my ****?"

Spider-Lady shrugged. "She claims that after we messed with her bonding spell, it rebounded on to her, and now she's compelled to serve you."

Peter was still skeptical. "And you believe her?"

"Clea confirmed it," Venom added. "So, we do, anyways."

"I'm...i'm not sure I'm comfortable with this," Peter noted.

"I don't see why," Black Cat piped up. "After what she just put us through, a little servitude would be good for her. And we could use some help with housework. Not to mention, she's pretty hot. I bet she'd make a pretty good fuck."

Calypso finally spoke up, indignantly. "'Pretty good'? I'll have you know I'm a GREAT fuck. And if you will permit me to ride you, my lord, I will prove it!"

Peter shrugged. "Okay, fine." He took off his clothes and lay down on the bed...