"Oscorp security, hm? Must be fun."
"It's interesting for sure."
"I was a security guard once. Never got any lucrative jobs though. How did you manage?"
Maria's question earned a sip of coffee. "I guess they saw something amazing in me."
Jessica Jones—a woman that preferred to drink alcohol than water. If it wasn't for the elite company she worked for, she would have asked for a drinking night rather than a coffee evening. Maria Hill—a blunt ex-agent with a degree in gathering information.
A conversation between the two of them was…funny. Was that a nice way to put it? Yeah, probably. At the side, Herbie gave him a warning about turbulent weather. Felix ignored it in favour of the conversation.
"Woah, a robbery?" Jessica gestured at the nearby waiter. "Hey, do you mind putting up the volume?"
The waiter obliged, turning up the volume on the television mounted on the wall. The screen displayed the familiar logo of the Daily Bugle, accompanied by the stern visage of J. Jonah Jameson.
"—and in today's top story, Stark Industries has been hit by a major theft," Jameson's voice boomed, his expression as severe as ever. "Last night, a highly classified Photonic Amplifier was stolen from their New York facility. For those that pay attention to history class, this was an invention straight from the hands of Howard Stark. The blueprints themselves were kept by the US government until his son, Anthony Stark, bought them. Well, that is according to a leak a couple years back."
Jessica crossed her arms. "I'm going to pretend I understand that."
"Secret government shit was leaked a couple years back, revealing an incident between the US and the Soviets where the Photonic Amplifier was in huge contention," Felix explained.
"How the fuck do you know this?"
"I went to MIT. I remember getting a lecture on the ethics of technology and stuff. It was a big deal."
"Huh…"
The camera zoomed on Jameson, who leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "But here's the real kicker, folks. A security guard claims to have seen a dark figure in the facility just after the alarms went off. Some are already pointing the finger at our so-called 'friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.'"
'Woah, woah, woah. Spider-Man? What he say fuck me for?'
Jameson continued, his voice dripping with disdain. "This isn't the first time Spider-Man has been linked to suspicious activities, and it certainly won't be the last. When will we finally see this menace for what he truly is—a threat to our city?"
Jessica glanced at Felix. "Do you think Spider-Man could be involved?"
Felix went into a thinking pose, eyes closed. "Hrm…maybe? He definitely does give off menace vibes…"
"You really think so?" Maria asked.
"Hm…" Felix opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling, pretending to think about it in-depth. In reality, his eyes were focused on the display of information in his glasses.
STARK INDUSTRIES DATABSE ANALYZED. THEFT CONFIRMED. ASIDE FROM THE ARE THE SATELLITE BLUEPRINTS, THE BINARILY AUGMENTED RETRO-FRAMING TECHNOLOGY, THE CXD 23 AIRBORNE MOBILE COMMAND STATION, ENHANCED RADIATION TRACKERS, A GAMMA RAY PROJECTOR, THE H.O.M.E.R. AI SYSTEM, A HAVOC REACTOR, AND A HAZTECH EXOSKELETON.
He adjusted his glasses and sighed."Well…"
Before Felix could respond to Maria, a sudden clap of thunder shook the café. The lights flickered, and the rain intensified, pounding against the windows with a fury. Felix glanced outside and saw that the streets were already beginning to flood.
There was a stretch of silence as the rain became heavier and heavier. In that silence, Felix adjusted his glasses again.
STARK INDUSTRIES WERE DEACTIVATED. CULPRIT CANNOT BE LOCATED.
'Hrm, a skilled thief then.'
The people in the cafe were beginning to leave. Some made calls and others were forced to stay put.
"Looks like we're stuck here for a while," Jessica said, peering out the window.
Maria checked her phone and sighed. "The weather's worse than I thought. There's a hotel just around the corner. We could wait out the storm there."
Felix considered the suggestion. It made sense, and he couldn't help but wonder if Maria had anticipated this situation. He glanced at Jessica, who nodded in agreement.
The three of them braved the downpour, dashing through the flooded streets to the nearby hotel. By the time they reached the lobby, they were drenched, their clothes clinging to their skin.
The hotel receptionist, a young blonde with a bright smile, greeted them warmly. "Welcome! How can I help you?"
"We need a room to wait out the storm," Maria said. "Do you have anything available?"
"Let me check," the receptionist replied, typing on her computer. "We have a suite available on the top floor. It has a great view of the city, with two beds, two bathrooms, a kitchen, and a living room."
"Just two?" Felix frowned.
"How much?" Jessica asked.
"Five hundred."
"For a single night?" Jessica questioned.
"Yes," the receptionist replied without blinking.
"Five hundred? For one night?" Jesus, is the economy fucked or what?" Jessica muttered.
"I blame Spider-Man," Felix whispered, leaning over.
"It's called a penthouse," Maria said.
"Got it. I got this then," Felix said, handing over his credit card. Five hundred was hardly a dent to his bank account.
The receptionist handed them the key cards and pointed to the elevators. "Enjoy your stay."
In the elevator, the tension was palpable. Felix could feel Maria's eyes on him, her thoughts inscrutable. Jessica, on the other hand, seemed agitated by her wetness and was focused on getting dry.
The suite was luxurious, with a panoramic view of the darkened New York City. The rain battered against the floor-to-ceiling windows, creating a soothing backdrop of white noise. Jessica immediately headed for the bathroom to dry off, leaving Felix and Maria alone in the living area.
Maria removed her trench coat, revealing a fitted blouse and slacks. His advanced glasses were…
'Water resistant but not waterproof. Shit.'
Herbie was momentarily down. Not fried like at Stark's but needing a jump stark to activate again. If Felix could get alone and use his Black Lightning, then it would be no problem. Luckily, there was a second bathroom for him to use.
"Gonna change," he told Maria before bolting to the bathroom. He was pretty wet so she probably didn't think much of it.
He put the glasses close to the bathroom window and inspected it closely. "Just a temporary overload. Gotta give it a kick…"
Bzzt!
From his hands, black lightning appeared and Herbie was back on. "I should make some adjustments to this thing," Felix told himself. He eyed the huge bathtub, the bathrobe readied for him, and the opulence of the place.
"Huh. It's way better than my apartment. Maybe…I should take an hour-long bubble bath. Haven't done that in years."
So that was what Felix did for the next hour. Rest and chill in the bathtub.
***
(**R18 Start**)
Felix stepped out of the bathroom, a strawberry aroma billowing around him as he wrapped a plush hotel robe around his body. The hot water had worked wonders on his sore muscles, and he felt a sense of calm wash over him as he walked into the suite's living area.
'Huh?'
Jessica and Maria were already there, both having taken showers themselves. They were lounging on the king-sized bed, glasses of wine in hand and garbed in white robes. Jessica, in particular, seemed relaxed, her cheeks slightly flushed from the alcohol.
"What's with you two?"
Lying together and drinking wine together. That wasn't a sight he thought he would see.
"Well, look at you," Jessica said. "Not bad at all, Felix. Not bad at all."
Maria raised an eyebrow, a faint smirk playing on her lips. "I have to agree. You clean up well."
Felix chuckled, feeling a bit self-conscious under their scrutiny. He grabbed a towel and rubbed his hair dry.
Jessica took a sip of her wine, her eyes lingering on Felix. "You know, Felix, I like the lean, mean type. My ex-husband, he was built like a tank. Way too muscular. Arms couldn't go flat on his sides."
'Uh, that's probably because Luke didn't do the proper stretches—'
"It's like, be honest here: are soccer players better to fuck? Or wrestlers? Soccer players, right? Not too heavy and they can go for a long time. You're that type, Felix." Jessica laughed and sipped again.
Maria, on the other hand, put her wine glass on the side table and crawled toward him. The bed was king-sized, long and wide. Her robe hung low and he could see her perky tits. Felix's cock twitched in his bathrobes. Exchanging smiles, Maria reached forward and grabbed the belt of his robes.
She untied it and let it drop. Felix's washed, sheen body was exposed.
Maria smiled at the sight, eyes glued to his flaccid cock, then retreated. Both Maria and Jessica were lying on their pillows, drinking wine and observing the fine specimen that was Felix Faeth. To give a flaw was to lie. To claim he was nothing less than a stud was also a lie. Two lines led to the weighty python that was his cock.
Felix didn't move, not yet, not when the two ladies were talking and giggling.
"And that cock…" Jessica said, smiling widely. "My ex-husband was six-foot-six and black as fuck. How does this white dude dwarf him?"
Maria shook her head. "Height and penis don't correlate."
"It should, shouldn't it?"
"Honestly…it should. But the human body is unknown to us for a reason."
"Imagine being a short king and having like a twenty inch dick. That would be goofy. But if it's someone like Shaq? You're like, 'Oh, that makes sense! He's a big dude!'"
That was the closest he had seen Maria's expression be flabbergasted. "Has anyone told you that you talk too much?"
"All the fucking time."
Finally, Jessica and Maria exchanged looks and decided what they wanted to do with him. Felix was neutral toward their reactions. If he got to fuck both ladies, then so be it. If he had to walk, he was also fine.
Jessica and Maria chose to slip off the bed and approached him from opposite sides. Almost as if they were twins, their breaths came close to his face. His member twitched in anticipation. Slowly, their hands went to envelop the sleeping giant.
Pump, pump, pump. Maria's hands were softer than Jessica's and her hands pumped his cock with a dash of professionalism. Jessica was greedier. Her hand enjoyed his long member and the way it hung between his legs.
"I'm horny, and I'm not sure there's anything I won't do anymore," Jessica whispered in his ear. The sleeping giant was getting roused.
A smirk appeared on Maria's face. "Check your footing, Felix. We're about to show you the night of your life."
Her fingers went to follow the creases of his sack while Maria continued to stroke his cock, slowly picking it up and slowly allowing it to reach full mast. It was a thick, heavy cock, alright. So long, so fat, and so stunning that they couldn't help but bring their hands together to jerk it off.
Standing there, breathing with hitches, his cock achieved its complete size. It stretched out toward the bed, bobbing lightly. Felix's hands went to undo their bathrobe and slip to their asses. Jessica was the thiccer of the two in both ass and tits. He didn't squeeze just yet, he simply rested his hands on the curve of their asses. With the robes untied, he could see their tits and he eyed them eagerly.
One lucky man sandwich between Jessica Jones and Maria. His hard cock couldn't help but throb and point upward. Both of them were giving him the perfect handjob, hands slipping up and down, getting the pre-cum and letting it lap all over.
"Alright then," Felix said, hands squeezing their asses at last. "How about we get started, hm?"
He kissed Jessica first, making out with her intensely. Because that was what she was all about—intensity. Maria was fine with getting the short end of the straw. Jessica removed one hand to touch his cheek, leaving Maria more space to deal with his cock.
"Mmm…"
The moans from Jessica and the schlaps from Maria's stroking hands. Felix's own hands were still on their bootys, making sure he could squeeze and feel them as much as he wanted.
But as Jessica pulled away from the kiss, she realized something; her eyes couldn't help but wander down to his incredible erection, taking in the obvious superiority in comparison to her ex-husband. She wanted to give in to the desires she had been thinking of since her divorce, to throw caution to the wind and fuck Felix senseless.
Instead, Jessica stepped back, turned her back to him, and walked away. "I need a drink. You want a drink? I'm having a drink."
Silence dawned on them. Maria, who wasn't stopping in her handjob, was confused. Felix was not. He lifted Maria's face up and toward him with a finger. "Don't worry about her," Felix said. "She'll be back. As for you…"
Maria already knew what to do. It was instilled into her by their training. She released his cock, letting the hot member bob down, and jumped to wrap her legs around his waist. They didn't kiss, however. There was longing in their eyes but not the kind that came from platonic or romantic love.
This was the kind of love forged by sex. The kind of love that a woman felt for a man that had defeated her. Felix placed her down on the bed and slapped his cock on top of her stomach. He was letting her feel the heat of his cock. The throbbing. The weight. The size. The memories.
"Felix Faeth…" Maria murmured, lying there with her bathrobe spread. She was nude for all intents and purposes. The bathrobe was barely there.
He shifted back, lining up his cock and letting it squirm against her pussylips. It had been a while, after all. Even though her hole was reshaped to him, there was still a reverence. An understanding that this was her place.
"Are you ready…?"
"Felix Faeth," Maria repeated, breathing heavier and heavier. "I love your cock."
"I know you do."
His cock went inside. She accepted.
"Unh! Unh! Oh, oh! Mmmphhh!" Maria Hill was the quiet, dignified. Always was, always would be. Clasping her hands over her mouth, she muffled her cries.
Hands on her hips, thrusting away, she barely succeeded. Her pupils became the shape of hearts the longer and deeper it went. It was the natural course of events. Felix fucked, Maria got hooked. No matter the training she went through, no matter the skills and determination she had crafted, when it came to Felix's dick, there was no acting like her old self.
There was only being Detective Whore.
"Mmmmppphhh~! Nnghhh~!" Faster, faster, faster! "C-cmmmmshhh~!"
Maria orgasmed, arms spasming and pussy tightening. Felix smirked and went down to lick her breasts. Maria became tighter. Tighter till Felix was forced to pull away and gaze down at her. Her short hair, her pretty eyes, and the desire to keep herself dignified. It was all so great.
The shape of her cunt was delightful on his cock. The way she squirmed and panted and tried to hold back—all of it invigorated him. All of it wanted him to fuck harder.
And so, Maria Hill came for a second time. Then a third, then a fourth.
A big cock that further lubricated and pleasured a pussy with its stickiness: it was an unbeatable combination.
"Mmmph! Kssshhh~!" A big, fat dick pistoning in and out of her. A big, fat cock giving her what she always wanted. Every night, Maria thought of getting thoroughly trashed by him. And that night was here. Her hands gripped the mattress. Her chest heaved and she orgasmed repeatedly.
Again…
"Yesssshhhh~!"
Again…
"Felix, Felix, Feeeeliiix~!"
And again until Maria broke. Until she didn't bother to muffle her voice.
"What's going on here?" Jessica Jones entered the scene with a battle in hand. Seeing the detective with her tongue out and her eyes rolled back, she laughed. "Look at that—all that talk and no bite."
Jessica proceeded to crawl onto the bed, take a huge gulp of beer, and then pour said beer on Maria's tits. Felix stopped and let every drop of it fall and caressed Maria's breasts. A light-orange substance that Felix couldn't help but lap up with his tongue. Jessica giggled and leaned back on her arms, robes loose and giving a generous view of her inner sideboobs.
Maria's body was being pleasured in both ways: her tits and her pussy. One from a tongue that seemed to cling to every inch of her breasts and a cock that filled her up so much that she struggled to breath without orgasming.
Felix could feel her tightness and the pressure of his own orgasm. Sighing and smiling, he pulled out and sprayed her stomach with his load. Jessica smirked, watching the hefty load with intrigue, lust, and a sense of content.
Spurt, spurt, spurt! One long string of cum went from her pussy all the way to her collarbone. That was Felix for you—virile in all the ways other men weren't. His balls emptied themselves and the streaks of white were stuck.
"Wooh~!" Jessica applauded. Felix turned to see the drunk woman standing on her knees and taking off her robes. Her complexion was nice and shiny from the shower, her long hair wet and silky.
His cock throbbed, borderline monstrous. Jessica smirked, shifted forward, and stroked the underside of his tool. "Gonna break me with this?" she asked, her hand going over to the flared crown of his cock and massaging it.
"Yes."
Jessica went forward and met him for a kiss.
Then, seconds later, was bending over on all fours with her ass presented proudly. With one hand, Jessica spread her dripping cunt. Adrenaline pumped through Felix. He left the heaving Maria and lined up to fuck Jessica. She was, well…
"Destroy me."
Equally as enthusiastic. Thus, it came as no surprise that she was one that backed into his cock. The sheer stretching that his cock provided was phenomenal. All of a sudden, being halfway inside, the divorcee remembered why she loved sleeping with Felix so much. He was big.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
He was fast.
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
He was overwhelming in all the ways she wished a man could be. He was perfect. She moaned and laughed. "Thaaaat's it! Come on, come on, fuck me! Fuck ME~!"
There really was no discernable flaw to him.
"Give it to me hard, baby! I've been thinking about this dick for months!" The grinning Jessica Jones threw her hair back to look at him. Her ass was clapping hard. She was meeting his thrusts with everything she had, almost slobbering. "I'm cumming~! I'm cumming so hard!"
Felix was fucking her doggy-style yet it didn't feel like he held the advantage. Her back arched and she grew louder, but she was never defeated. She was nothing like Maria who was tamed and subservient when push came to shove. She was the opposite: the more things heated up, the more she wanted him.
"Harder, harder, HARDEEER~! Come on, big boy, give me that white chocolate and fuck me~!"
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
'This wet divorced pussy of hers…! Jesus!'
If he was a normal persona, that grip might have been the end of him. Drunk Jessica Jones was truly a woman to be reckoned with. The schlips of fluids and of his cock ramming up against her ass was addicting and needy. She wanted him so fucking bad. She wanted that dick all up in her guts.
"You're fucking me like my husband would." Somehow, Jessica was slamming back at him him and for a second he was overwhelmed. "I'm not frail—I said destroy me. Get on top of me and fuck me—!"
Felix stopped, the near entirety of his cock outside her pussy. He brought his hand back and—slap! Spanked that ass of hers. "If you wanted to get destroyed…." He officially pulled out, causing her to whine, and flipped her over. Jessica was grinning and chuckling, waiting.
She rocked a nice, slim body. In that respect, Jessica and Maria similar, albeit Jessica had bigger tits, that was for sure. Felix leaned in close, his erection slipping and down her gushing cunt.
"Really not using any condoms, hm~"
"Do you want me to?"
"Fuck no."
His cock rubbed her pussy. Jessica peered down, then met his eyes again. They were so close, they could kiss.
"I said destroy me."
But kissing was not what they did. Felix ended up sandwiching her into a mating press, the position where there was only holding back and there was only—
CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!
SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—!
"COCCKKK~! YESSSHHH, BIG FAT COOCCKK~! I LOVE IT~! YOU'RE FUCKING ME UP~! YOU'RE FUCKING ME SOOO DEEEEP~!"
Thrust, thrust, thrust. That was all it was about; balls-slapping sex. The type of sex where Felix gazed upon her face only to see her tongue fall out, her cheeks grow red, and her eyes rolled back—all with a smile. Her legs were bouncing.
"YESSSSH~!!! NNGGHH~! CUMMING~! CUUUMMMINGGG~!"
His cock was reaching deep, deep inside. No woman could resist, no matter how terrible the man was. Perhaps if Luke Cage had been as hung as Felix, their marriage wouldn't have turned out the way it did.
"I LOVE THISSS COOCCKKK~! DON'T STOP~! NEVER! STOP! MMMGGHHHNNN~! CUMMINNNNG~!" Jessica exhaled as her body curled up and trembled. "IT'S TOOO MUCCHHH~! I WISH YOU HAD FUCKED ME BEFOREEEE~! IT'S TOO GOOODDD~!"
Balls-slapping, hips-thrusting, Jessica Jones was getting drilled. Her marriage life was all about over. Now, it was time for the next stage. It was something she had secretly thought about ever since she tuned out of her marriage. If she got a divorce, could she find a better man? Could she enjoy herself? Was it wrong to?
PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!
SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—!
The answer was no. No, it wasn't. There was nothing wrong with a divorced woman going out and having fun. This ecstasy, this bigger cock, this was what every woman deserved after being treated like nothing. Being ignored. Being unsatisfied.
All at once, her years of unkept libido were springing up. All at once, she wanted to get fucked by this big dick.
"DO IT, FELIX~! CUM INSIDE~! WASH AWAY EVERYTHING LUKE DIIIDD~!~"
Jessica hadn't fully moved on. Tonight, she would. Tonight, Felix was going to make his mark.
He buried himself deep inside her, pressed to the max, and felt his balls clench. "Ngghh…!"
He wasn't alone either. In this mating press where he was on top of Jessica and about to breed her silly with his cum, Maria's tongue went down his sack. Hanging over Jessica's like a beast, still from his lack of movement, she licked and encouraged him to cum. Her tongue went in circles, reaching spots that had never been touched.
The former SHIELD agent had woken up, assessed the situation, the mating press, the way Felix's cock was inside another woman, and decided helping creampie Jessica was the best thing to do.
Pump, pump, pump. Spurt, spurt, spurt. It was like a tsunami—Jessica's womb was a poor island and Felix's seed was the crashing water. She was instantly overwhelmed, instantly went into a blank, and instantly reached gratification.
Jessica Jones, once a divorced woman, now Felix's creampied slut.
When Felix arose and pulled out, thick globs of cum surfaced from Jessica's hole. There was no doubt about it; Jessica Jones was full. More than what Luke Cage had ever dumped in her in their entire marriage. Felix filled her up with that amount plus more. Turning on his knees, cock still erect, the divorce-conquering stud faced Maria Hill.
The detective in question was glued to the steely white pipe. Throbbing, dripping with cum, almost alive and very much ready for its next hole. With a finger, Felix lifted her face up. "Are you ready?"
Maria swallowed. "Yes."
Felix smiled. He could hear the drips falling down the bed. Her pussy was so fucking ready.
***
The shower stall was large enough to fit three people. One man, two women.
"You really are something, huh?" Jessica giggled, her body and ass pressed to Felix. The hung stud leaned down and met her for a kiss.
The shower water was warm and pleasant. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter, pitter-patter. Perhaps it was the rain outside, perhaps it was the shower. It didn't matter. They were wet, they were horny, and they wanted more. Hair became silky and their bodies gained a shine to them. The shower went on as they kissed. Slowly, Felix's hand went over to Jessica's breasts. Squeeze.
The kiss was broken and Jessica's smirk greeted him. "So greedy, aren't you?" His hands didn't stop and groped her. Tits pinched with his sticky fingers, a moan slipping from the woman.
However….
Schlap—! Schlap—! Schlap—!
While Jessica was busy teasing Felix and Felix was busy exploring Jessica's body, Maria was handed an important task.
Schlap—! Schlap—! Schlap—!
Milking Felix's cock.
Crouched behind Felix, she was holding the hung cock downwards and jerking it off. Her tongue was focused on the backside of his ballsack while her hands went one at a time and jerked him off. It really wasn't much different from being milked like a cow.
Maria was a professional. She knew what Felix liked and delivered it with pure excellence.
Felix's hands suddenly squeezed Jessica's tits, his body quivering against her. Smirking, Jessica asked, "Coming already?"
Spurt! The first shot of cum hit the floor. Felix's body shook for a moment and Jessica slipped away from him. His cumshots were thick and piled up quickly, especially because of the alluring dance of one Jessica Jones. She ran a hand through her hair and slowly turned to emphasize her figure.
She was sexy. That was all there was to it. A fine ass, nice tits, and a hard-boiled face that bordered on arrogance.
However, once his orgasm ended, the cum was washed away by the shower water and Jessica began to walk away.
"Haa…"
"I'll see you later then." Jessica winked and exited the shower stall. Felix eyed the dark-haired woman with beady eyes.
…
…
…
Hours later, after everything was all said and done, Jessica and Maria were stuffed. Sitting on the couch, the three were huddled together and watching a movie.
All nude, of course.
Creamy legs flexed, pussies exposed and gushing with gooey white cum, Jessica and Maria weren't exactly leaning on Felix's shoulder. They were rather…lower.
Felix's attention was on the movie. It was a documentary on a series of thefts conducted by someone named the Cat. 'Interesting stuff,' he thought. 'The guy leaves a card too. An interesting MO.'
All the while Felix's cock pointed to the heavens and the two ladies licked the shaft. Maria was focused on the crown, one hand jerking and lips kissing, while Jessica went to lick his sack and massage the base. Working together, getting Felix to cum wasn't hard.
To their knowledge, they assumed there was a limit to him. That the size of his balls were proportional to his limits. They thought they could fully satisfy and empty him.
Wrong.
With Extremis, he was always full and ready to heartily creampie these ladies. They just didn't know it. He patted and squeezed their respective ass cheeks. Well, more for him, right?