Spider-Man: A New Spiral

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5 August, 2013. 20:30.

Queens, Parker house.

Peter Parker.

The conversation with the president of X-Men and X-Men turned out to be quite productive. Chuck and I came to a consensus on my interactions with the X-Men: my blood will be tested by Hank McCoy aka Beast, of course, but if you take into account all the lofty phrases that Xavier has been building up for hours, he's already got me in his attic as a mutant, so I can't escape it.

And I don't mind, I'm only happy to help Radioactive People, to stop evil mutants and all sorts of unorthodox racist-nationalist chertofans.

But that's all for the future, for now I just want to go home with my girls, make sure they're safe, and finally figure out why I was so actively "getting in the mood" for Anne-Marie.

Rogue's a sex bomb, but I can usually keep my cool, and here I was openly flirting.

I enter the house without knocking and walk through the ground floor, no one is there, and only Delia is in the kitchen.

- Hi," I announce my presence.

- Hi," the step-sister smiles at me a little nervously.

- Where is everyone?

- Ben and Cain haven't come back from their patrol yet, I think they decided to take a walk," the brown haired girl took off her apron. - Aunt May's at Anna Watson's.

- Mary and Fey? - I asked the girl, looking into the pots.

I'm starving.

- Oh, they're... they've already gone back to your flat.

There's that reaction again: the uncomfortable awkward answer and the bitten lip.

- Okay, I get it.

I'm turning around and getting ready to leave.

- Peter, wait! - The brown girl even twitched at the harshness of my shout.

I stop and just stare at the nervous genetic copy.

- I need to tell you something," Del rubbed the edge of her cream coloured blouse nervously.

- Okay, let's talk," I agree calmly.

- Not here," the girl shakes her head and raises her big brown eyes to me, "let's go to your...my room?

Is this it? I don't think Delia's wearing a costume.

- Okay," I nod, "after you, sis.

The girl, rather tensely walks through, and I follow her. We go up to the first floor, walk down the corridor and at the furthest corner, open the door to my old room.

It hasn't changed much. Except that there are more women's things. Obviously, considering who lives here now.

- So what did you want to discuss? - In contrast to Delia's nervousness, I ask in a completely nonchalant tone and sit down on the bed. The brown-haired girl remains standing.

- Perhaps you may have noticed my recent, unusual state, - begins from afar brown-eyed girl.

I nod calmly.

The clone begins pacing nervously around the room.

- It...it started the moment you disappeared," she turns her head sharply in my direction, "and when you came back, it only got stronger.

- What "it"?

Delia was silent for a moment, as if searching for words.

- An attraction," she said quickly, as if afraid I'd overhear.

- Attraction? - I asked again.

- Yes, attraction! - explodes. - At first I thought it was because of the pheromones, I tried to learn how to control them, but it didn't change anything," she said, burying her face in my open palms, "I'm attracted to you, Peter. Everything, every cell, urges me to give myself to you, I want you.

I get up and walk over to Delia, grabbing her forearms.

- Del, it's okay, I'm sure it can be fixed, maybe if you go on a date with Jonne.....

- NO! - the brown-eyed girl breaks free and looks at me with despair," I'm not attracted to any other man or woman," like a drowning woman the brown-haired girl stretches her arms towards me as if I'm the only lifeline. - You, Peter, I need you.

The room fills with a sweet smell that makes my arousal skyrocket to the max.

- You're using pheromones," I say, exhaling.

- I don't want you to leave," the clone lifts her head and looks me straight in the eye, "please don't leave me.

- Del..." I run the back of my hand over the girl's cheek and she tries to prolong the caress, catching my hand again.

I could leave right now. The pheromones aren't clouding my mind so much now. But Del is desperate. And, what's far more frightening - I don't want to leave.

- You know I...

- Mary Jane, Felicia, and now the news of the pregnancy," she laughed sadly, "maybe it was the news that took the brakes off, that gave me confidence. I couldn't stand it anymore, couldn't wait.

- What about Ben or Cain?

- Nothing," Del waved his head negatively from side to side, waving his silky auburn waterfall. - Just you, Pete, just you," the girl whispers desperately.

I don't know what stirred in me at that moment, but I decided to continue with this mental torture session.

- I don't want to cheat on the girls.

- You don't have to! - Del throws her head up and looks me in the eye with titanic confidence. - I'm you, after all, only in female form, let's treat it like....k a masturbation session, for example?

I liked the way she started looking for options.

- My cock will be in your vagina, can you call that masturbation? - I arch an eyebrow a little.

- I...I won't tell anyone! - Again, the same confident look on the verge of desperation. - It'll be our secret," Del puts her head on my chest, "only ours," she whispers.

- And I can trust you? - I effortlessly lifted the brown-haired girl's head and looked into her eyes.

- I'll never betray you," she said, something on the edge of obsession and fanaticism in her brown eyes. And I don't even know if it's the fault of our Sense connection or her own.

- Then listen to me, Delia Parker," I said with clearly unnecessary force, squeezing the girl's cheeks with two fingers to deliberately hurt her. - I'll do it, but there's no turning back, here and now I'm giving you a chance to forget this conversation, because if we allow our bond to deepen," I squeezed my fingers harder, likely to leave bruises, "then from this day forward, you're mine and no one else's, no cancellation.

I expected to see danger in her eyes, fear from my actions, maybe a reaction to the pain, but only devotion and adoration shone in her brown eyes.

- Please make me yours," the genetic duplicate replies excitedly.

- Do you realise what you are agreeing to? I will have no obligations to you. And if you set aside my integrity," I wind my long brown hair into a fist and pull it back, causing Delia to tilt her head back and look up at me, "you're basically signing up to be my sex toy, a doll that I can use whenever I want. Are you even ready for that?

Once again, the response to my actions was only a prolonged feminine moan.

- Yes, please, yes, I agree!

No one pulled her tongue. The barriers are broken, and in my head there is only one desire - to take off those tight jeans from Delia.

I lift the girl up and Del immediately wraps her legs around me. I pick her up under my thighs and, reaching the nearest wall, thrust my body into it, simultaneously digging my tongue into the twin's mouth.

Karezglazka responds fiercely to the kiss, greedily running her skirted tongue along it. In response, I stop this fiery dance and bite my sister's juicy lips.

- You've been waiting a long time for this, haven't you?

Not going to wait for an answer, I lift Del up again and escort us to the bed.

Once at the piece of furniture, I toss the girl onto the mattress.

Delia is stretched out on the bed, her long brown hair in disarray on the pillow, and she is excitedly running her hands over her body, throwing off her jumper and wearing only her bra.

- Well, no," I lift the twin's hands above her head and wrap them to the headboard of the bed with an organic web, "I'm going to enjoy you properly.

Slowly I run my fingers down her forearms, along the stiffened arms of the shawl, savouring the softness of her skin.

- Pete, please," Delia moaned, trying to pleasure herself by rubbing her thighs together.

- I didn't give you permission to ask for anything," I pulled the girl's legs apart, "have you forgotten what your role is?

But I had no desire to continue this game. I unbuttoned my jeans reverently and freed Del's slender legs from the captivity of the stiff fabric. I toss the unnecessary trousers aside.

I gently run my palms over my sister's thighs and feel her shaking slightly.

- Something wrong, sis? - I ask with a smile.

- Please," Delia whimpered.

- What a bad girl, you forgot to put your knickers on, didn't you? - I smear my fingers in the brown-eyed girl's secretions, running a few fingers between her labia.

All I get in response is a loud moaning shriek from the girl.

I, on the other hand, continue to play with my female clone's most sensitive spot, enjoying her moans and increased moisturisation.

As soon as I hook my clit, Del cum with a squirt, drenching my jeans with her juice.

- Shh, that's uncivilised, baby," I bring my palm close to the brown-haired girl's face and put my moistened fingers in her mouth, "What am I supposed to do with you now?

I don't get an answer, because Delia is too focused on sucking, diligently licking her moisture off my fingers.

In one motion I deprive the genetic copy of this treat and pull down my jeans.

I release my eagerly swollen sex organ and without any tightening, I enter Del's vagina in one motion.

I ignore her moans and just continue my progressive thrusts, trying to memorise the sensation of the tightness of her, just moments ago, virgin womb.

It seemed my sister's arousal had reached a fever pitch, too, as my spiderwoman ripped her hands off the wooden headboard, tearing the cobwebs. The next second, I felt Delia's sharp fingernails digging into my back, but she only wrapped her legs more tightly around me, pulling our bodies even tighter together.

I pressed Del into the mattress, increasing the frequency and force of my thrusts, beginning to really pound my sister into the bed. I intertwine our fingers and enjoy the sight of the twin with her eyes rolled back, her one free hand ripping open her bra and beginning to squeeze her left breast and play with her nipple.

I am rewarded with loud moans and screams.

- I'm going to cum soon," I warn, trying to break our metaphorical knot.

But my hips clench tighter in response.

- Into me! - Delia says excitedly. - Fill me up!

Sensing that I'm ready for release, I pound Del wildly, leaving bruises on her lower back.

I bring my sister to another orgasm and, feeling my vaginal muscles clench, I spurt inside.

It's only when the jet of cum ends up in Delia's uterus that it's as if a veil is lifted from me.

Automatically I lie down on the bed and the shawky girl falls on top of me with her whole body, resting her head on my chest.

- What have I done? - I ask the question in a whisper.

I don't get an answer, though, because Del has passed out.

I lay there for a while, staring blankly at the ceiling. With my left ear I feel the flow of air from the measured sniffing of my female clone, and now also my lover.

I mechanically stroke my sister's head, and Delia throws her leg over me.

I can also feel my cum leaking out of her cavern.

I don't even want to think if what happened is related to my vision, there's only one question in my mind.

"What's wrong with me?"

"I'm afraid what happened is partly my fault, Bearer," the symbiote murmurs in my head.

It's funny, I'm almost used to it.

"Let me guess, now I ask you exactly what your fault is, you'll act hysterical again and shut up, for a week or two, right?" - I sardonically specify.

I don't notice myself automatically tousling the brown strands in my palm.

"No, I won't do that," I read desperate guilt and discomfort in the alien organism's voice. - "I am deeply ashamed of my behaviour, Peter. And now I know what caused my behaviour."

"And by what?"

"I will have offspring, Bearer."

Raj's words knock out all the worries about what happened, questions and all.

All that remains are the flashing images of the Red Symbiote with its creepy smiling maw, mercilessly slaying humans.

"I also apologise for how my condition has affected you," the symbiote continued to speak meanwhile.

"What, affected me?"

"An increased attraction to female specimens and, to some extent, a desire to reproduce," the symbiote awkwardly explained.

"And my bestial behaviour with Delia..."

"Also a result of the presence in your bloodstream of antibodies highlighted by me," the symbiote confirms the hunch.

"Why do you bring this up now?"

"In many ways, your sexual intercourse with your clone helped me 'blow off steam' too, if I may say so."

"Wait, you didn't release your offspring through my sperm into Del, did you?" - I even squat down on the bed out of shock, but I don't wake the shawky girl up.

"What, no, of course not! My reproduction process is still a few weeks away."

"Wait, so your behaviour, that was an example of what to expect from me at plus or minus six months into Mary's pregnancy?"

"Most likely, yes," the Clintarian agrees awkwardly.

Tiredly, I lean back on the pillow. And, at the same moment, my sister's sweet head is once again placed on my chest.

I sigh.

"At least now it's clear what this was all about," I say, stroking Delia's brown hair thoughtfully. - "Is there an option to interrupt the emergence of the new symbiote?"

"What?" - Raj is surprised by my question.

I, on the other hand, can only think of Karnage and the pile of other descendants of Venom, whose out-of-control appearance has always caused a pile of problems not only for Spider-Man, but for many other heroes and villains as well.

We can't let something like that happen.

"Well, or control it somehow. Maybe influence your offspring's foetus at this stage?"

"Why are you suddenly so interested in this?" - Raj questioned with exuberant interest. - "Also, why I feel like my news surprised you far less than it should have. As if you knew about something like this?"

Had our connection become so heightened?

"Yes, it has," I utter on an exhale. - "Don't you think, I really did know about it."

"But how?" - Still the same, utterly surprised tone. - "The clicks?"

"No. In fact, it's an absolutely incredible story, bro, maybe I'll tell it someday. So is there a possibility or not?"

The symbiote falls silent.

The heavy silence continues for twenty minutes, and all I do is listen to the mechanical ticking of the clock hanging above the door and the measured breathing of one brown-haired girl.

"There is one option," Raj murmurs thoughtfully after a while.

"What is it?" - I prepare to listen intently.

"There is one ritual on my planet, it is a kind of test that tests the bond between a Klyntarian and his host. The ritual binds the minds of the two entities, completely erasing the boundaries between the two organisms. Thus, a form of the highest symbiosis is achieved," Raj explains the essence of the procedure.

"So, if you perform the ritual, our minds will become one?" - I clarify in disbelief.

"Much more than that, Peter. You could say I would become part of you, we would actually merge," Raj clarifies.

"How is that possible?"

"Ritual is almost a forgotten procedure among my people, as the Klyntarians are not accustomed to becoming as attached to their hosts as I have become attached to you," the alien's tone showed warmth. - But the main peculiarity is that the host must also trust the symbiote, allow it to see everything, to reveal its consciousness without secrecy, just as a Klyntarian who trusts it will do," the alien said with deep respect.

This seemed to be a truly important thing to his species.

Perhaps even sacred.

"So you say see everything?" - I muttered thoughtfully.

"Absolutely. No withholding. Complete trust. Thus, the ritual recognises the sincerity of the symbiote's victim."

"Victim?" - I latch onto the buzzword. - "What do you mean, victims?"

"When I said 'merge into one' it was not a metaphor, I will really become a part of you, inseparable, our mental connection will simply not allow me to leave you, well, and you, in turn, will be very, very hard to get rid of me," - said my partner with iron certainty.

"And what exactly would that manifest itself in? Communication?" - I clarify, thinking over all the facts I've discovered.

"You'll be able to control the symbiotic material as if it were part of you, and if I try to detach myself from you, I'll die."

"But why would the symbiote even go to something like that?" - I clarify shocked.

"No one knows the first Klyntaran who performed the ritual, but my species remembered everything, back then my kin lived by the collective mind of the swarm"

"Raj, but why do you recall this procedure?"

"You asked if there was a way to control my reproduction. The host that the symbiote became a part of is capable of doing so," the alien explained in a calm voice.

"And you're really willing to go through this ritual? Because of me?" - I clarify with a kind of squeezing disbelief from within.

"Peter, I don't think you've been listening to me," my partner begins with warmth in his voice. - "In all the hard times when we've spoken frankly with each other, or in my contact with others, when I've explained my nature and called you my perfect host, I wasn't kidding," Raj breathed deeply. - "I don't know if it's because of nature, the power of the spider or individual personality, character, what makes Peter Parker in my eyes and those close to him see him as an outstanding human being, but the fact is the fact is the fact. I told you I'd stand by you even when everyone else turned their backs and I meant it. Pete, I'll be your partner until the very end."

The Clintarian's speech brought tears to my eyes. I tried to blot them out, but only provoked a stream of salty tracks to flow down my cheeks.

"I...thank you, brother."

"You're welcome, Bearer," the symbiote replied in a more cheerful tone. - "So, are you ready to take your chances, Peter?"

I stare at the ceiling and remember the circumstances of our acquaintance and all the times the symbiote had saved me.

"Let's do it. Let's make you officially my personal schizo," I tease nervously.

"Good. I look forward to seeing you in the inner world."

I close my eyes and only open them in my own subconscious.

Raj is already waiting in the dim space.

- So, what to do?

- Just give me your hand," the alien extends a shapeless stylus in my direction. - And if you pass out from the overload, just know it's normal.

- I see," I reply a little nervously.

I sigh deeply and hold out my palm towards the symbiote.