Chapter 462: Chapter 462: Like This? (*Semi-R18*)
[Third Person Pov]
MJ lay sprawled on her back across the bed, completely lost in overwhelming pleasure. One hand was clamped tightly over her mouth, teeth sinking into the side of her palm to muffle the desperate, filthy moans threatening to spill out. Her other hand fisted the sheets with superhuman strength, twisting the fabric so hard it nearly tore. Her eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering wildly as heavy, ragged breaths puffed against her fingers.
The blanket barely covered her waist, doing little to hide the way her back arched violently off the mattress. Her powerful hips bucked and rolled uncontrollably, chasing the relentless pleasure Peter was giving her beneath the covers. Every nerve in her body felt like it was on fire.
Suddenly, a groggy voice called out from down the hall.
"MJ? Pete? Ughhh... I just had the strangest dream..."
Both of them froze. Peter’s head popped out from under the blanket, his mouth and chin glistening with MJ’s slick juices. Their eyes met in pure panic as they mouthed "Fuck!" at the same time.
"It’s your mom," Peter whispered urgently, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "She’s awake."
"I know..." MJ hissed, her face twisting with deep frustration. She had been right on the edge of a massive orgasm, her body coiled tight like a spring, only to be cruelly denied at the last second.
"Give us a minute!" MJ shouted toward the door, trying to keep her voice steady and not let her irritation show.
Peter looked down at her flushed, needy body and flashed that charming, mischievous grin. "Don’t worry, girl. Allow me to do my magic."
His fingers crackled with controlled chi energy, faint blue sparks dancing across his fingertips. Before MJ could even protest, he flicked her swollen, sensitive clit with a precise electric charge.
"What are you—?!"
MJ didn’t get to finish the sentence.
An explosion of white-hot pleasure mixed with sharp, electric pain ripped through her core. Her entire body seized violently. Her mouth fell open in a silent, choked scream, eyes widening before rolling back completely. The overwhelming sensation short-circuited her brain.
Her hips jerked upward sharply as her pussy clenched hard, then began pulsing wildly. Her slick hole fluttered and spasmed visibly — opening and closing in rapid, obscene contractions as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave. A powerful squirt erupted from her, soaking Peter’s hand and the sheets beneath her in hot, clear fluid. Another gush followed, then another, each one timed with the violent twitching of her cunt.
"F-fuuuuck—!" MJ whimpered brokenly, no longer able to stay quiet. Her superhuman thighs trembled uncontrollably as her hips bucked and ground desperately against Peter’s hand, chasing every last spark of pleasure. Lewd, wet sounds filled the room as she kept squirting in messy pulses, her pussy clenching and winking with every throb.
Peter watched in awe, eyes dark with lust as he kept the gentle electric stimulation going just long enough to prolong her orgasm. MJ’s body arched like a bow, breasts heaving, abs flexing tightly while her hole continued to pulse and drool. Soft, pathetic whimpers and broken moans spilled from her lips as the aftershocks wrecked her.
She was a complete mess — panting heavily, chest rising and falling rapidly, thighs slick with her own juices. Her pussy kept twitching and opening greedily even after the main orgasm passed, as if still begging for more.
Peter finally pulled his hand away, the chi fading. He leaned down and kissed her trembling stomach softly, murmuring against her skin, "That should keep you satisfied for a few minutes, you greedy little spider."
MJ could barely respond. She lay there boneless, whimpering softly as tiny aftershocks made her hips twitch and her dripping hole flutter. Her face was flushed crimson, eyes glassy with lingering pleasure, and a thin trail of drool had escaped the corner of her mouth.
"Now come on, we’ll use magic to clean this up," Peter said hurriedly, rolling off the bed with a mix of amusement and urgency. He flicked his fingers, and faint chi energy crackled softly in the air, instantly evaporating the soaked sheets and the glistening mess they’d left behind.
MJ, meanwhile, was still sprawled out on her back in a state of pure, fucked-out bliss. Her body refused to cooperate, limbs limp and heavy as she mumbled incoherently to herself. A lazy, satisfied grin curled her lips, her chest still rising and falling with deep, contented breaths. Her fiery hair was a wild mess across the pillow, and her thighs occasionally twitched with the aftershocks.
"Fuck... I broke her," Peter muttered in mock panic, running a hand through his messy hair as he stared down at his thoroughly wrecked girlfriend. "What have I done?"
Thankfully, MJ’s enhanced healing and superhuman stamina kicked in quickly. She blinked a few times, shook her head, and suddenly sprang into action. She scrambled off the bed, nearly tripping over her own feet as she yanked her pants up, hopping awkwardly on one leg while trying to balance. Peter watched the entire spectacle with quiet laughter, clearly entertained by the sight.
"Stop laughing and help me!" MJ hissed, though she was smiling.
Once they were both decent, MJ grabbed a bottle of perfume from her dresser and started spraying both herself and Peter generously, despite their magic having already taken care of any incriminating scents.
"Really?" Peter raised an eyebrow.
"Better safe than sorry," she muttered, giving herself one last spritz.
They finally stepped out of the bedroom together, Peter draping his arm casually over MJ’s shoulders as they walked down the hallway. He leaned in close, lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "I hope you know we’re both full-on perverts and deviants now."
MJ groaned, burying her burning face in her hands before shoving his grinning face away. "I know... ughh. My legs are still trembling. We didn’t even go all the way and I can barely walk straight."
Peter snickered, pulling her closer as they entered the living room.
Madeline was back on the couch, rubbing her forehead with a tired expression. She looked up as they approached.
MJ cleared her throat, trying to sound casual. "You were saying, Mom?"
Madeline’s nose scrunched up slightly. "Did you two put on perfume? Are you going out somewhere?"
"...No," MJ answered after a long pause, staring at her mother with wide, intense eyes.
Madeline shrugged it off and continued. "Anyways, as I was saying... I just had the strangest dream. You were hanging upside down from the ceiling by a web. It was so vivid and crazy—"
Peter and MJ exchanged a deadpan look. Then Peter’s smirk returned. He gently let go of MJ’s shoulders and said innocently, "Oh, you mean like this, right?"
In one fluid motion, he flipped through the air, landing gracefully on the ceiling. A thin but strong web-line held him securely as he hung upside down, waving casually at Madeline.
MJ smiled and jerked her thumb toward him. "Something like that?"
Madeline stared at them without blinking for several long seconds, her face completely blank. Finally, she slapped her thighs and pushed herself up from the couch with determination.
"That’s it. I’m going to bed. I must still be dreaming."
"Mom, come on—stop," MJ sighed, quickly stepping forward and gently guiding her mother back down onto the couch. Peter dropped from the ceiling, landing silently beside them.
Madeline sat there, resting her forehead in her hands as she stared at the floor. "So you want me to believe the reality where my daughter and her boyfriend both have superpowers... and you’re those Spider people who are always on the news?" She let out a shaky breath. "I have so many questions."
Peter and MJ sat down on either side of her. Peter placed a reassuring hand on her back. "And we most likely have the answers."
Madeline massaged her temples, clearly fighting off a headache. "I’m honestly having trouble knowing which way is up right now."
"Well, all you have to do is tilt your head back—" Peter started with a cheeky grin.
"Peter," MJ warned, shooting him a look.
"Sorry, I’ll stop," he said, raising his hands in surrender, though the mischievous glint in his eyes remained.
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