The addiction

Spider Gwen slowly began to move as the paralysis finally wore off. She first began to gather the spider hunter's sperm, the only evidence of what had happened to study; at least that's what she told herself. As she began to gather all of the insect sperm into the ziplock bags she kept hidden on herself for when she needed to gather material for a lab to analyze.

Once she had gathered it all, she swiftly put it all away in the hidden pockets that now bulged with all the white goo she gathered. She then began to repair her suit as best she could, making herself more presentable, not for the first time. Though usually it was after a battle and not the more pleasurable experience she just had.

She tried to shake that thought; she was ****; she didn't have the greatest night of her life. It was the moment her dignity was taken from her, and she could not wipe away the stains that violated her very soul. At least that was what she told herself as she began to swing away from the roof of the skyscraper back towards her apartment as the sun began to rise; likely this time she wasn't ambushed and made it back in record time.

Once she made it back, she quickly locked down her place, triple-checking to make sure no one could get into her apartment without her noticing. Once she was sure her apartment was safe, she got out the special white goo of Spider-Hunter and laid it down on a work table she had that had a working chemistry set on it. She was able to keep up the charade of going to anylaze it for about thirty seconds.

Then spider Gwen couldn't hold it in anymore. She began to inhale spider hunter sperm like it was cocaine as it left her shuddering in an orgasmic stupor, her hands down into what was left of her destroyed pants, cramming her hands as far as they would go as she masturbated to the feeling that inhaling spider hunter sperm gave her.

At this point, if anyone were to walk in and look at her with her mask off and her eyes and mouth wide open as she shuddered in bliss, they would think she was a hardcore junkie, not one of the female heroines of New York City. Though honestly she was long past carrying at this point merely taking in the **** she was addicted to, which was spider hunter's sperm.

The thought should have disgusted her and made her feel ashamed to go to the nearest friendly lab or hero team she knew for help to get her off immediately and hunt down the spider hunter with unrelenting fury. Sadly though she wasn't, she was just going to sit there practically pissing herself from all the orgasms she got from snorting insectoid sperm and tell herself everything was fine.

The worst part for Spider-Gwen was to come later, for it isn't the fall from grace that is the truly scary part; it's what they are willing to do for more of their precious fix that makes junkies so sad while also so dangerous at the same time.