Peter woke from his pleasant lull in the meeting, the tingle in the back of his mind as sharp as it had ever been. A threat? Here? In the middle of the Avengers' latest multi-billion-dollar extravaganza of a bunker?
He might have panicked, except his spider-sense had been triggering like crazy lately for no good reason. At first, he thought it was some vague threat to the city, something someone else was dealing with, but no one was checking in with anything weirder than the Blob losing a couple hundred pounds on a keto diet. Rumor had it he was going straight as the face of a new brand of diet soda.
But apart from that oddity, most the city's villains apparently were taking five from the world-ending events. Even they must have been getting tired of the one-upsmanship of the world's biggest bads. As far as the superhero life went, things were surprisingly normal, and maybe that's what worried Peter the most.
"...so that's the report from Blue Marvel," Cap droned on. "Up next, Firestar and Swordsman have a presentation for all of us on workplace safety tips." Everyone groaned, and Cap raised his hands. "Hey now, safety is as important-"
Noh-Varr leaned over and punched Peter's arm. "Hey," he whispered. "You awake?"
"Yeah." Peter glanced around and rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry. Just... have a weird feeling something's wrong, that's all."
"I got a bead on some pimps up in Manhattan. Want to go beat the hell out of some kid peddlers when we're done here?"
"Sure. Be the highlight of my week."
Most of Peter's fellow Avengers around the ginormous wood table looked as bored as he'd been just moments ago. He eased back in his chair, troubled, but unable to finger the source. But at least now he had some action to look forward to. Should he check in with Mary Jane before then?
Nah, he decided. She knew he needed some action. Hell, she was probably grateful for a break from him anyways.
* * *
Maybe he should have.
Peter's girlfriend sat back on her heels. Apart from the tiny string of her panties sliding down through the crack of her ass and up between her puffy pink folds, the shoes were the only thing she was wearing. Her delicious bubble butt splayed out on her calves, giving the floating drones one hell of a view. There was nothing sinister about them. The good doctor was simply using them to create a perfect 3D image so they could both relive this memory over and over and over again in his high-tech VR goggles later.
The busty redhead swallowed Octavius's meat, her eyes closed in pleased rapture as she held him deep, breathing through her nose. Mary Jane came up off him an impressive amount of time later, gasping as a droplet of drool hung from the corner of her mouth.
She wiped it away with the back of her hand and rested his cock against her lips, staring up at him. "I've missed this," she murmured.
"Doing this with me? Or just having a cock in your mouth in general?" Doc Ock asked, reaching down to stroke Mary Jane's cheek as he sneered at her. The expression would have pissed her off a year ago. Now, it made her want him even more.
His new body wasn't anything spectacular. Not even amazing. It was ordinary in every way. Octavius's cock was average. His muscles were there, under the surface, but already he was giving way to a little bit of softness in the midsection. At least he listened to Mary Jane about the awful haircuts, and now he wore it brutally short and chopped. It gave him sort of a wild feel, like the villain he used to be.
But - and this couldn't be stressed enough - the body was young. The twenty-one year old had been the unfortunate victim of an errant mental blast from some villain or another - or at least, that was the story the X-Men's PR department was telling people, rather than the truth that Psylocke had gotten drunk, ended up in a college gangbang, and accidentally blew the fuses in the kid's mind when she fucked him to his third orgasm of the night. Octavius picked the young man because he had no close family, and his coma was expected to last the rest of his life.
Now, Doc could go. And go. And go. And go. This blowjob was just the preliminaries. Her appetizer before the main courses. And that wasn't even getting to the doc's best feature - his mind.
Well, okay, his mind - and his toys.
"You know I mean you," Mary Jane said. "You cocky jerk."
"You love this cocky jerk," he said, flexing his cock against her lips.
Mary Jane kissed his tip and grinned. "I really do."
Her mouth opened wide, her pretty pink lips wrapping around his rim as she stared up at him, swallowing only Octavius's first inch or two and sucking it fast and hard. However many times he fucked her face, Octavius never tired of coming on it. It was her best feature, even better than the ballooning tits or her shapely ass.
He loved the way she hungered for his dick in any of her holes. Never had he taken a woman in the ass before until Mary Jane begged him for it when he was in Parker's body. The lewdness of her desires shocked him so much he revealed who his true self really was, but she had known all along. Ever since he flipped her over onto her hands and knees their first night together and fucked her like a panting dog, Mary Jane knew. Peter, apparently, liked her in about two positions, and that was it for the choir boy. Octavius was, on the other hand, a man of devious tastes and wild fantasies, and Mary Jane yearned to enact all of them together with her own wicked desires. In her, he found a profound soulmate, someone struggling to be good when she was really bad. In him, she found the hero she actually wanted, a villain on the surface who desperately wanted to be good. And in each other's bodies, they found the happy medium, a safe place for their debaucheries to meet and mingle.
She devoured him again, her big beautiful eyes flicking up to meet his own as she swallowed inch after inch of him deep down until he hit the back of her throat. How he loved her like this, her beautiful face so lewdly used and debased. Her makeup was, as always, precise and expertly done, and in mere minutes, if he had his way - and he would - Octavius would see it smeared and dripping down her face along with his own juices.
Perfection made even more sexy by the imperfections.
"I want you to think on something before lust overwhelms your mind."
Mary Jane slid off him with a wet slurp. "You really are cocky today."
Octavius smiled but it was distracted. "I want you to leave him."
Her eyes widened, and without responding, she sucked his first inch down again, her long tongue playful and quick against his tip.
"Move away with me. California, perhaps. With your acting career blossoming again, you could have a new life there. And my work can continue with the help of Silicon Valley. We are this close to a realistic, cost-effective transdimensional mining operation that could-"
She came off him again, and gripped his cock with one delicate hand, jacking him quickly. "Octavius?"
"Yes?"
"Shut up and enjoy the blowjob." She sucked him again quickly, just his mushroomed tip, and popped off him immediately again. "Besides, I already left him a letter."
"A... letter?"
She blinked up at him slowly, smiling. "Maybe I had the same thought as you. And even if you said no... well, we were done."
Octavius groaned with pleasure, both physical and emotional, and she snickered softly before he rubbed his cock against her lips again. This time, Mary Jane's eyes focused on the task at hand, and she began to jack him quickly as she sucked and slurped his first inch or two, hurrying to make him come. The way she rocked back and forth on her heels let him know she was pleased doo, and it wasn't long before her free hand snaked down to her flimsy g-string and her naked sex around it. She pulled the material tight at first, then slipped her hand down under the fabric, playing with her sex as her lips bobbed back and forth along Octavius's dick.
"Is my sexy redheaded slut wet for me?" he asked. She looked up at him again and sucked him deeper, his cock making an obscene bulge against her cheek. He gripped her hair and swept it away from her face, jutting his cock deeper on her next bob, hitting her tonsils. "Wait until you see what I have in store for you, Mary Jane. A good cocksucker like you deserves a reward. And you'll get so many of them."