Spider-Man's entire body felt like it had been set ablaze. The latest battle with the Green Goblin was one which Spider-Man would not forget as long as he lived. Any time he battled Norman Osborn, Spider-Man neglected to forget the confrontation with the man. Norman always managed to get inside of Spider-Man's head like no other criminal. Very few criminals knew Peter Parker on a personal level than Norman. The only one close had been Venom, and even then, it was not as personal as Norman Osborn.
Peter found himself in the middle of a bright white room. The brightness in the room faded to something a bit more somber. A strange type of music played in the background, funeral music of some sort. Peter hated to think something happened. He got nailed hard by the Goblin in his latest reign of terror in New York City. Norman appeared to have reformed, but it was just a front.
Now Peter looked at the markings on the wall. The web slinger took a look at the figure approaching him. Said figure wore a large black robe covering every inch of their body. Over the person's head, a hood pulled up. Spider-Man already did not like where this was going. The wooden object with a sharp metal end held in the person's hand made Spider-Man uneasy.
'Scythe.'
Spider-Man viewed everything uneasily when the figure approached him. The Grim Reaper, for lack of a better term, hovered. A gloved hand wrapped around the wooden object.
"Peter Parker."
The voice sounded very crisp to be honest. Cat was out of the bag. Spider-Man was going to be sent along and he was going to have to own up to the fact he lead to his own death. He looked up towards the figure in the distance and nodded at her.
"We meet at last. This has been a long time overcome."
"Yeah, I've cheated Death since I was fifteen," Spider-Man said. "And you took my Uncle Ben from me to prove a point, a lesson which I don't think I've properly….."
Death reached out and put a finger on Peter's mouth. It silenced him. He felt like Death could drag him to wherever, and there was absolutely nothing for him to do about it.
"I expected the man you were fighting," Death said. "Norman Osborn should have come to me at least three times. Your infamous fight on the bridge, he was supposed to die that night. Instead, that Goblin Formula swept me out of his hands."
"Well, you got me," Spider-Man said.
"You're not dead," Death said.
Spider-Man blinked suddenly. The bluntness of Death's statement caused Spider-Man to wonder what the hell was going on if he was not dead then. He most certainly felt dead, he felt like his entire body had been rocked by something big. Goblin took his worst shot at him, and he was not dead. If he was not dead, what is he?
"I'm not dead?" Spider-Man asked.
"You're not dead," Death confirmed.
Spider-Man just whistled very carefully. So, he wasn't dead. If he wasn't dead, then what exactly was going on here? Spider-Man found himself baffled with the number of questions he had. Death shifted for a second.
"Maybe I should speak to you, face to face."
The hood came down. The person underneath the hood was not anything like Spider-Man expected. A beautiful dark haired women with elegant features and violet eyes looked down at Spider-Man. Her lips pursed together with a smile. Dark hair hung against her face like a seductive curtain. She looked Latina as well, or maybe it was just Spider-Man's imagination.
"Not what you expected?"
"Well, no, I didn't expect you….well….."
"To look attractive," Death said. "There are many depictions of Death out there. I am, what I wish to be, and this is how I wish to speak to you. I do prefer taking on this form, because it's the least threatening. If I want to threaten someone and make them want to fight less when going onto the afterlife than I'll take on another form."
Death sat at the edge of the bed. Spider-Man wondered what laid underneath his robes.
'Whoa there, Pete, calm down. She likely knows everything you're thinking as well, if she's an omniscient…'
"Yes, I do," Death said. "But, don't worry, I'm flattered. And it's just fair because I know what is underneath your clothes, Mr. Parker."
Peter swallowed for a moment. Death reached over and touched his face. Her touch was surprisingly warm, to the point where it caught Peter off guard. The two edged together closer on the bed. Spider-Man could feel the warm heat coming from her, and briefly, he wondered if it was a ploy on her part to lure him into a false sense of security before dragging him into the afterlife.
"Relax, you have nothing to worry about. And you have even less to be shamed about."
It took Peter a few seconds to realize now he was completely naked before Death who looked over his body like it was a tasty treat. Peter could not help, but feel a little bit confident that a very attractive woman oogled his body in such a way, drawing it in with hunger.
"Your body is currently resting, in the physical world," Death said. "Your healing abilities have not properly kicked in, which has brought you here. For us to talk and for me to tell you that your Uncle Ben could not be more pleased with you. He understands you've had to make some tough choices, and he also tells me to quit beating yourself up about the mistakes you've made. Nothing is your fault. You don't need to shoulder the burden."
"He said this?"
"I swear, I'm not lying to you," Death said. "Your Uncle and your parents, both of them could not have been more proud of you. And while their deaths are tragic, they are part in shaping you who you are. I'm glad you have come here so I can tell you not to wallow in your own self-pity."
"I've gotten a gold medal in that before," Peter said.
Death shrugged off her robes, and Spider-Man's eyes widened at the look of her. She wore a very tight black bodysuit underneath the robe which clung to her curves like a second skin. Death slipped her gloves off to reveal hands which were soft to the touch. She put a hand on Peter's upper thigh and closed him on him.
"It's not the only reason why I'm here."
Death reached underneath and cupped Peter's balls, feeling them. Her hand moved up to brush against the base of his cock. The organ swelled in the hand maneuvered down to work Peter's engorged tool. The touch of Death made Spider-Man's hips lift up to a certain point and drop down. Death wrapped her hand around the base of Peter's tool and kept stroking him.
"This will be delightful," Death breathed in Peter's ear.
She wrapped her lips around Peter's swollen manhood. The surprisingly warmth in her mouth made Peter buck up off of the bed. She looked up at them with those alluring eyes, the same type of eyes which might have been the downfall of many men who came before Peter Parker.
Peter grabbed onto Death's head and worked himself into the mouth of the wonderful woman underneath him. He could not believe a near death experience had been so good.
He slowly reached his climax. Death used her right hand to block it off.
"Now, we don't want you ending our little game too soon," Death said. "Because, when you finish, you're going to wake up. And I think we both agree there's much more fun to be had."
Death shrugged off the body suit and Peter locked eyes with her body. She looked like a vision of lust straight out of the wet dreams of many perverted men and some perverted women as well. Two round breasts popped up with juicy looking nipples standing up. Her stomach looked flat without an ounce of fat. Her hips were wide, perfect for grabbing on to do any number of things. Her legs stretched out long for miles. The Latina looking wet dream form Death took on made Peter gawk at her for a long time.
"Well, are going to look at me, or are you going to touch me?"
The web slinger showed the adept reflexes which made him one of the greatest heroes in the world. He took Death's succulent orbs in his hand and gave them a couple of squeezes. Death breathed in, feeling the pleasure coming from Peter's hands wrapped around the underside of her breasts. Every time he touched her, Death grew a little more flushed with pleasure.
"That's it," Death encouraged him.
He moved in to her and kissed on the side of Death's neck. He rolled his hands, reminding her that his hands could stick to more surfaces under than walls. They pulled and tugged on her nipples. With one nipple standing out, Peter dove in and buried himself into the generous chest of the guardian of the afterlife, sucking her nipples.
"Peter!" she breathed in.
Peter's hands rolled over her body, touching every inch. Every curve represented a new glorious treasure for him to touch. Death pushed herself halfway up off of the bed, meeting his touches.
She turned away from him and took extra care to make sure Spider-Man caught a healthy sight of her nice ass. Spider-Man's cock throbbed when looking at Death's very round, very juicy ass. He could not help himself from reaching out and touch it. He grabbed Death's ass and caused her to moan in response.
"Inside me, or I just might…"
"Oh, you want me inside you?" Peter asked. "I want to taste your pussy first. See if it's as sweet as the rest of you."
Peter teased her thighs with some very soft love bites. Every time he touched Death in this matter, she squirmed underneath his hands, underneath his mouth, and fingers. He moved closer towards her thin lips. She looked very tight.
Death spread her thighs and Spider-Man delved himself tongue first into her waiting loins. The web slinger took his tongue between Death's lips and munched on her tasty pussy. The woman's body flushed with even greater pleasure when Peter ate her out.
He sure was talented in many ways other than fighting crime. Death figured this much out with Spider-Man eating her out. Every time he touched her outer lips, Death could feel a rush the likes of which she had never felt before in her entire life. Spider-Man tasted her, tasted her with vigor. She could not believe such a talented tongue touched every single part of her body.
"Spider-Man!"
The web slinger continued his exploration of the sweet pussy underneath him. He inhaled her juices and drove himself tongue first inside of her. Death grabbed onto the edge of the bed and started to moan with Spider-Man picking up the pace. He ate Death out and made her feel amazing in doing so.
Each tongue push into her made Death accelerate her pleasure even more. Spider-Man licked around her pussy and drove himself deep inside of her. More tasting of the sweet pussy of Death made her throw her hips back.
The final nerve rattling orgasm ended with Death coming hard on Peter's face. Peter showed some very amazing skills by lapping up her juices when they came out of her.
"I'm ready for the main event."
Death smiled when she looked up. Peter made sure to keep those talented hands feeling up her body. Each touch resulted in another jarring feeling from Death. He touched her, squeezing her breasts in hand. He moved up to touch the underside of her body.
"I'm sure you are," Death said. "Give me something to remember you by."
Spider-Man lined up himself up to enter Death. He could not believe he was saying this right now. The woman's pussy dripped and the first bits of lubrication touched Peter's engorged manhood.
"Fuck me to me!"
Death's screams echoed the very second Peter entered her. Half of his length pushed inside of her. The tightness surrounded Peter was nearly unbelievable. He could not believe having his cock wrapped around such a thing would even happen. Spider-Man chewed on his lip when slowly pushing himself into Death. Death took him inside of her without any problem whatsoever.
"You're…so…tight."
Spider-Man grunted these words when pushing balls deep into Death. Her pussy grabbed a hold of his cock and milked it for everything it was worth.
Death knew Peter Parker had some amazing staying power. She had this discussion with a couple of his past girlfriends. She witnessed it up close and personal herself a couple of times when she peeked in on Peter. The "glad we survived dying" shag was one of the best possible, and Death always could tell when it was happening, because she felt a certain pull to the people who just got away from having a close and personal meeting with her.
Peter plunged inside of the woman underneath her. His balls slapped against Death's waiting thighs. Every time he touched her, he thought he was going to explode. Her body writhed underneath his and made Peter only want to go deeper inside of her.
"Damn, I don't know how much longer I can hold out," Peter said.
"As long as possible," Death said.
Peter held onto Death's hips and he pushed deep inside of her. Those balls slapped against Death's waiting thighs. The warmth of her sucked Spider-Man in. Each thrust brought him closer to completion.
Speaking of completion, Death saw all of human history flash before her when she came hard. Each moment, from the big bang all the way to now popped through her. And Spider-Man continued to ride out her orgasm. Being a deity, she could take his worst, and come back for more.
Her muscles flexed even tighter if possible. The hardest thrusts were milked even harder in return through Death's actions. Turnabout was in fact fair play in this situation. She held Peter's cock inside of her. The juices dripping off of him pooled onto the better.
"Closer, getting closer," Peter said. "You're so hot, I don't know how much….."
Death ripped the bed sheets and screamed out loud. The web slinger brushed against a particular sensitive spot on her and it made her entire body size up in orgasmic pleasure. The web slinger continued the ride all the way through to the end. His balls kept smacking against Death's loins the further he pushed inside of her. Those hard balls would reach their conclusion sooner rather than later.
Each moment, she savored, drinking them in. Her pussy opened up to see his cock.
"Goodbye, Peter. It's a shame I can't keep you."
Peter pushed into Death. No matter how much he tried to hold himself back, his orgasm was here. His balls tightened up and started to fire inside of Death. His cum splashed inside of the beautiful Latina woman underneath him. Each blast of cum made Peter feel light headed than before.
He finished inside of Death and he could feel his body returning back to life in the physical world. Once his balls emptied completely, he was gone.
Death rolled over, and closed her eyes, slowly playing with her cunt. It was an amazing climax, and she hoped to have another piece of Peter Parker the next time he was caught between the living world and the afterlife.
And somewhere, even though he didn't know why, Wade Wilson got the sudden compulsion to kick Spider-Man's ass.
End.