Peter Parker, of course known as everyone's favorite Neighborhood Spider-Man, decided to sit down and wait for the long haul for her return. He had been helping trying to figure out one of the greatest mysteries which had plagued the hidden society of Inhumans for a very long time.
These hidden people received their powers through the process of Terragensis. From what Peter learned of the process, it could be slightly painful and it would change a person. Peter found himself more than grateful, for the first time, that his powers had been received through a genetically altered spider bite. However, there were many good people, and a few bad eggs among these people. Much like any race, you had to take the good and the bad. They were anxious about exposure and also about outsiders.
Yet, a fear gripped them, as a virus killed several of their number. More than enough for the Inhuman Royal Family to take notice after one of their own had been gripped its way. Peter had been recruited thanks to his unique genetic properties to try and formulate an antidote to the virus.
He waited to see if it would work. Peter closed his eyes. Too many good people died. A lot of people read the Inhumans very wrong.
Peter looked around the lab and it accommodated him very nicely. He did not sit on a sterile lab table which gave him points. He had been inside of some mad scientist's lab often enough. He sat on a cushioned elevated platform where he dangled.
He dressed in nothing other than his underwear and his mask. A bandage covered his right shoulder as well where the blood had been drawn.
The door opened and the stunningly beautiful Inhuman Queen stepped inside. Medusa, and she did have the monopoly on beautiful features while also carrying herself with a certain amount of poise and a great deal of elegance. She dressed in an elegant purple garment which covered her body and also clung to it. Not in an obscene way, but in a fashion where she showed herself.
"Spider-Man, I cannot thank you enough."
"Hey, anything to help you out," Spider-Man said. "So, did you have any idea who created this virus in the first place?"
Medusa closed her eyes and sighed. She consulted the clipboard, the notes her scientists made along with Peter.
"I'm afraid not," Medusa said. "We have investigated several leads. All of them have turned to nothing. And I'm afraid…he will not make it."
"Black Bolt?" Spider-Man asked.
"He…implied he wanted me to prepare for the worse," Medusa replied. "And he also left his last message for me to move on. And he….I think that if he was able to, he would have wanted me to…say thanks for what you have done."
Medusa took a deep breath when breathing in and breathing out. Peter rose up and consoled her with a hug. He tried to distract himself from the fact that her supple body pressed against his. Or how soft her hair felt, and boy did it feel soft. He could run his fingers through it all day.
'She needs comfort, not you perving on her,' the mature part of his mind reprimanded.
"I've got to give it together and rule through strength during these trying times."
Medusa took a deep breath and kept herself in check. There would be plenty of time to mourn when the inevitable passed, if it passed. Her husband left in writing his instructions on what he wanted to do.
"I've exposed you to the virus," Medusa said.
"Wait?" Spider-Man asked. "I thought you said….."
He looked around in anger. He did not feel any different. On the contrary, Peter never felt better in his life. He did not know what to make of this to be perfectly honest. Medusa leaned in and touched his bandaged shoulder.
"You did say you would do anything to help us," Medusa said. "And I appreciate your help. I also have to give you some good news. It has worked. You have created the anti-bodies we need for a cure which will protect the Inhumans from future exposure."
"Then it may not be too late for your husband," Spider-Man said.
Medusa smiled. "No, and for several others. And I fear this virus may have mutated in due time and had been exposed to humans and others. I'm not sure what pumps through your veins. I'm just glad it does, and I would like to thank you. I would like to face the man who made this all possible."
Peter hesitated at this request. She really wanted Peter to remove his mask. Medusa leaned in to touch a hand to Spider-Man's shoulder and cause him to rise up.
"It's fine. I won't tell a soul who you are underneath that mask. I might not be able to pick your face out from a crowd anyway."
Hard to argue with that kind of logic, as far as Spider-Man was concerned anyway, so he had no choice other than to slip off his mask and reveal his face. Medusa locked eyes with him and looked at the young man underneath the mask. She smiled, he looked to be in his early to mid-twenties.
"Thank you for trusting me."
Without any warning, Medusa leaned in and kissed Peter firmly on the lips. Peter pulled away from Medusa.
"I'm not that terrible, am I?"
The quip almost caused Spider-Man to smile. He shook his head and looked at the woman. "You're married. And your husband is currently upstairs in his bed. I don't think any of this is right."
"Yes, by human standards, it's not right," Medusa said. "The Inhuman Royal family both has different traditions regarding marriage that allow for the payment of certain debts. Black Bolt both understands and respects the fact I'm going to have to pay those debts. You saved us, and the burden falls to me, to thank you."
"I didn't do it to be rewarded," Spider-Man said. "I did it because it was the right thing to do."
Medusa lifted a single finger up and touched the underside of Peter's lips to keep him from talking any more. The Queen smiled when moving back a couple of steps from the web slinger.
"I know you did it because it's the right thing to do. And it's the right thing to do to allow me to balance the debt we have."
The alluring redhead reached behind the clasp of her royal garment and unhooked it at once. Spider-Man observed it fall to the ground. Medusa stood there and she looked stunning. In addition to her beautiful face and stunning hair, hre body was just firm and curvy all around. She dressed in nothing other than a very expensive looking purple bra and underwear with lacy patterns. Spider-Man's eyes traveled all over, from her large breasts, to her flat stomach, directly to her very wide hips which showcased a very ample backside to grab onto. Those legs looked very well-toned as well.
"You're a man just like everyone else," Medusa said. "You should allow me to thank you."
Medusa kissed Spider-Man a second time. Their bodies melded together in a very intense kiss. Their lips pressed and parted, before they moved in a second time. Medusa wrapped her arms around the web swinging hero. She smiled at the feeling of something pressing against her thigh. She suspected he was gifted.
The adrenaline pumping through his body made Peter feel rather daring. His hands cupped on Medusa's ample backside and squeezed it. She gasped into his mouth, as his hands pulled off of her backside and then went down to the back of her legs.
The cushioned platform Peter sat on doubled as a perfect crash pad. Medusa unclipped her bra and freed her breasts. They squashed against Peter's muscular chest. Peter sighed when feeling Medusa's hands travel over his face and cup it when kissing him. The kisses increased in increasing passion, each one getting better than the last. Medusa took Peter's mouth in her lips and bit down on it. She released him with a constant amount of kisses.
Medusa rolled her hands over his firm body, feeling him. He took very good care of himself. Super powers could not account for one hundred percent of these hard muscles even though they helped. Medusa leaned back to allow him to touch her breasts.
"Feel how soft they are," Medusa breathed.
The Inhuman Royal squeezed Peter through his boxer shorts. She wrapped her fingers around his gift and squeezed him. Medusa rolled her palm over the growing eagerness in him.
Medusa pulled away to have her breasts out of reach. She took Peter's long rod out of his pants. It stuck up in the air. Medusa leaned down and kissed the tip of his cock. The warm lips of the Inhuman Queen teased the tip of Peter's head. She slowly swirled her tongue against the edge of it and then pulled back from it. Medusa grabbed Peter's balls and gave them a very firm squeeze.
"I need this," Medusa said.
Medusa stood up and slowly pulled down her panties. Peter looked up at her very gorgeous looking pussy which appeared. She was wet for him and needed him. Peter did not know what it was about him which effected women.
"I can never repay you enough for what you've done for my people," Medusa said. "We can make a start. A nice start."
Medusa crouched down to meet the tip with her womanhood. She slowly ground her dripping hole up and down on Peter's engorging rod. Peter groaned at the feeling of Medusa rubbing herself against his erect member. She teased him with her pussy in a way which made Peter grow very excited.
"Please."
The Inhuman Queen smiled and leaned down to touch Peter's chest. She positioned herself over the top of Peter's rod and allowed it to slid into her. It parted her walls and touched them in such a way she almost lost it the second he entered her. His rod seemed to mold to where she wanted to go. Medusa bit down on her lip when rising up on him and then dropping down.
Peter felt her clench down onto him. Her tightening walls grabbed onto Peter's engorged rod and squeezed him as much as possible. Peter groaned at the feeling of Medusa squeezing him. Her warmth rose up and slid down onto him squeezing him.
Those large round spheres dancing above Peter's face made him harden with desire. The web slinger reached for Medusa and touched her breasts. Those round breasts came into Peter's hands. He squeezed them as much as possible and it caused Medusa to moan when she dropped down groin first onto his crotch.
"Spider-Man!" Medusa breathed. "That's it! Right there!"
The web slinger grabbed onto her ample chest and squeezed her dancing orbs as hard as he could manage with his hands. They molded into his grip when she rose and dropped down onto his crotch. Drops of juices filled over his crotch.
Peter hoisted himself off of the bed and filled the body of this royalty. She grabbed onto his tool and worked it out. Medusa wanted to make sure he stayed welcomed here and what was the best way to do that, than with her body. Her hands grabbed the back of his head and forced them into her chest. The orbs smashed in Peter's face demanded to be licked, sucked, and grabbed. Peter did all of those things and more.
Medusa closed her eyes and felt the rush going through her body. She bounced up and down on him. Their firm thighs slapped up against each other. She received one of the most spectacular orgasms ever. He really knew where to touch her body just as Medusa hit her peak. Several pleasurable motions plunged Medusa down onto his thick rod.
The first orgasm passed through Medusa. The Queen gripped the pulsing rod inside of her and released it. She rose all the way up and descended down onto him, making sure to keep his head locked into place between her breasts. He sucked them and brought unbridled pressure.
Medusa's body rocked back against Peters. The Queen worshiped him with every inch of her body, peppering some kisses in there. Her inner walls tightened around Peter when rising and falling against him. Peter could not speak. The pleasure showed how much he was feeling.
"Spider…Spider….SPIDER-MAN!"
This scream followed by one of the best orgasms Medusa ever had the pleasure of having flow through her body put her in a dazed state of pleasure. Those powerful hands gripped onto her. They moved down her back and the all the way to her ass when Medusa rode him like there was no tomorrow.
Her spider stallion beneath her loins was about ready to give Medusa an amazing orgasm. She could not wait to let it fill her one more time.
Peter groaned at the feeling of Medusa dropping all the way down onto him. The Inhuman woman took control of his cock. Not exactly the worst feeling in the world to be perfectly honest. Peter closed his eyes and allowed Medusa to drop down onto him. This throbbing cock passed between her lips and into her. He could feel his balls swell up. His face smashed between the tits of her.
"Do not pull out."
Medusa would not let Spider-Man part without receiving his divine essence inside of her womb. It would have been an insult and an improper repayment of their debt. She found herself rising and falling almost on automation to fill herself up with him.
A death grip squeezed around Peter when she milked his hard cock in her hole. Medusa rode him with fury, her long red hair brushing against his body. Her hair came down and tickled his balls as well. Peter almost came undone just because of that very simple fact. His hips rose up and fell down in a repeated rises and drops. Medusa slid down onto Peter and squeezed his tool between her very inviting thighs.
"Getting close," Medusa gasped.
Her nails dug into Peter's shoulder with each rise and each drop onto him. The feeling of her warm walls caressing Peter made things go very smoothly to be perfectly honest. Peter's aching balls pushed against Medusa when she rose and dropped in a repeated series of maneuvers.
"Cum for me," Medusa whispered. "Please. Bless me with your divine gift."
Each push around him made it harder to reinforce his will. Peter's loins tightened and it would only be a matter of time before they betrayed him. The web slinger groaned and his cock slammed into her.
His balls shot their contents into her. Medusa drove herself down onto him one more time. Their flesh smacking together made a delightful sound and only made Peter hold onto her to shoot his seed into the regal pussy of the Queen of the Inhumans.
"SPIDER-MAN!"
His codename only caused Peter's balls to clench and fire. Immense amounts of seed fire into her. Rope after rope splattered inside of Medusa's walls. Peter grabbed Medusa and kept emptying himself inside of her. His balls drained all of their fluid inside of the Royal without another word.
The web slinger descended down onto the platform and smiled. Medusa pulled away from him. The amount of cum spilling from her pussy made Peter and the sultry look on her face made Peter's loins ache once again.
"We'll discuss further terms of repayment," Medusa said.
"Why do I think you're milking this for everything that's it's worth?"
Medusa reached between his legs and fondled his balls.
"Well, something is being milked."
End.