Chapter Text
The sun was rising around the forbidden paradise resort that was known to many as Hotel Pleasure, a place that many consider at first to be the biggest, largest paradise-themed resort in all of the entire world. Sure, while it might have the style of a brothel that was clearly disguised as a hotel inside an tropical island, but the guests were always welcome to come in no matter what they wanted to do inside the suites. After all, it was the over-18 hotspot for a certain clientele, those who were into the most... unusual of fantasies.
Hell, it was that reason and reason alone that Peter Parker (aka Spider-Man) found himself worn out and exhausted in bed as Felicia Hardy (aka Black Cat) snoozed beside him, her bare skin still glistening faintly from their escapade last night. The sheets tangled around them both, smelling faintly of sweat and something muskier, something that lingered in the thick, humid air of the suite. His body ached in the best way possible, but even then, there was still that restless itch beneath his skin, a hunger that Felicia, for all her expertise, hadn't quite sated yet.
And that was why he found himself carefully untangling her arms from around his waist, sliding out of bed with the practiced stealth of someone who had spent years dodging supervillains and nosy landlords. Felicia noticed this right away as despite not even opening her eyes, she smiled sleepily while murmuring, "Leaving me already?"
Peter hesitated a bit before saying in a calm voice, "Yeah, apparently one of my good guy friends from the Avengers is stopping by at the resort to have a little 'bro time' with me though."
"Guy friends, huh?" Felicia raised her eyebrow.
"Yep,' Peter nodded replying with a whink. "Deadpool's gonna be here."
Felicia groaned, rolling onto her stomach with a dismissive smirk. "Deadpool in the nuthouse? The same kind of Deadpool that keeps mailing me his severed pinky toes in mason jars? The same kind of Deadpool that has a knack for adventure yet ends up being a walking red flag? Yeah, tell me more."
"All right, he just wants to be here because he wants to look at boobs in a strip club," Peter said, stretching his arms. "And also because he wants to indulge in the food court's taco bar. Trust me, once he goes near that place, he won't even remember I exist."
Felicia snorted into the pillow but didn't argue further as she already drifted back into bed, "Well, sounds like a wild time. Hopefully, we can still make plans for you and I tonight."
"That's exactly what I thought myself." Peter leaned down and pressed a kiss to the curve of her shoulder before getting redressed all by himself, slipping into his street clothes. "Anyway, you just keep on napping. Don't wanna keep Deadpool waiting by the pier or else he's gonna start flying off the handle and that's gonna be bad news for everybody here."
Felicia hummed in agreement as she buried herself deeper into the pillows, the silk sheets clinging to her curves as Peter quietly shut the door behind him. The hallway outside was just as decadent as their suite, lined with plush crimson carpets and gold-trimmed mirrors that reflected his own slightly disheveled appearance back at him.
"Finally, I never thought I'd get out of there alive." Peter sighed to himself.
He then searched deep inside the left pocket of his jeans and pulled out his iPhone, indicating a text message that was sent straight to Peter Parker himself. The photographer soon tapped the screen and widened his eyes at the bolded letters:
"SUITE 69. NOW. I'M WEARING THAT LACE THING YOU LIKE."
His pulse kicked up immediately at the message that was sent to him silently around ten minutes ago, leaving Peter's own fingertips to do the speaking for him as he typed back swiftly with his thumbs:
"Be there in 5. Don't start without me."
The reply came almost instantly, just a single emoji with a winking face with its tongue sticking out, Peter didn't need superhuman reflexes to know exactly what that meant. He pocketed his phone again, adjusting the sudden tightness in his jeans as he strode down the hallway with purpose, the distant sounds of muffled moans and laughter seeping through the walls of other suites along the way. The scent of saltwater and expensive perfume mingled in the air. One that was thick enough to taste, which made Peter lick his lips in anticipation.
Before he could get to his destination however, he passed by the men's bathroom in an instant, which sprouted an idea in mind.
"I think it's time for a little change..." The photographer of the Daily Bugle thought with a smirk.
He looked both sides around the hallway before Peter Parker quietly stepped inside the men's bathroom, locking the door behind him with a decisive click. The air inside was cool and smelled faintly of disinfectant, a stark contrast to the heavy sensuality lingering outside. With the florescent smell behind him, Peter quickly undid his clothes to reveal what seemed to be a sleek tight red-and-blue spider suit hidden underneath his casual wear.
The photographer of the Daily Bugle stretched his arms in front of him, popping his shoulders in place as he muttered, "Time to get serious."
With one last deep breath, Peter pulled the mask over his head, his senses instantly sharpening as the world around him became clearer, crisper with every droplet of water from a leaky faucet sounding like a drumbeat in his ears. The mirror reflected Spider-Man back at him, his lenses narrowing slightly as if they, too, were eager for what, or rather, who, awaited him in Suite 69.
He poked his head out of the bathroom door, looking left and right for any witnesses before slipping into the hall. The moment his boots hit the plush carpet, Spider-Man moved with a predator's grace, sticking to the ceiling as he navigated the labyrinthine halls of Hotel Pleasure. The vibrations of distant pleasures thrummed through the walls, the scent of sweat and musk growing thicker as he neared close to a hallway window. He gently opened the said window, letting the tropical breeze rush over him as he climbed out into the open air.
Spider-Man instantly put his wall-climbing skills to good use, scaling the side of the hotel with practiced ease, the warm breeze teasing the edges of his suit as he ascended. Below him, the resort sprawled like a decadent dream, palm trees swaying, the distant glimmer of the infinity pool, the muffled laughter of guests lost in their own indulgences. But his focus remained locked on his destination: Suite 69, where it was located upon the upper rightmost corner of the hotel. It looked far from up there, but the closer Spider-Man got, the more anticipated his heart raced. He instantly saw the edge balcony by a mile, leading him to use the remainder of his web to slide up closer and closer to his prize.
By the time he reached the balcony, his fingers curled around the wrought-iron railing, his body thrumming with anticipation. The curtains were drawn, but the faint golden glow of lamplight spilled through the gaps, casting elongated shadows that danced across the tiles. He could hear the unmistakable sound of movement inside, slow, deliberate, the rustle of fabric, the creak of mattress springs. Spider-Man didn't need his enhanced senses to know what that meant. His lips curled into a grin beneath the mask as he flipped over the railing, landing soundlessly on the balcony tiles.
He didn't knock though. No, only doing so would basically ruin the surprise.
Instead, he slid open the glass door with deliberate slowness, just enough to slip inside without anyone noticing him come in.
"Ah, there we go," Spider-Man said, dusting himself off. "That feels much better."
"About time you showed up, handsome."
Said a voice from behind the friendly neighborhood superhero.
It didn't take Spider-Man long enough to turn around, only to see a certain hulking female lean across the bathroom doorway with a smile so lethal, it made the hero's jaw drop through his mask in a state of shock and awe.
There she was, Jennifer Walters, clad in nothing but white lace that clung to every curve of her towering, emerald-skinned muscle-defined frame. The dim lighting caught the sheen of her skin, highlighting the way her thighs pressed together, the way her busty ample 38GG breasts strained against the delicate fabric, barely contained, like she was seconds away from tearing through it just by breathing. Her lips, painted a deep red, curled into a smirk as she tilted her head, her dark eyes locking onto Spider-Man's masked face with predatory amusement.
"Took you long enough," she purred, pushing off the doorframe with a slow roll of her hips. "I was starting to think you got cold feet."
Spider-Man rubbed the back of his head in a deep chuckle, "Cold feet? Nah, just had to make sure Black Cat was properly distracted from that little Deadpool excuse I fed her."
"Well, you're quite the naughty boy, aren't you?" She-Hulk's voice was thick with amusement as she sauntered forward, the floorboards groaning subtly under her weight. The lace barely contained the ripple of her muscles as she moved, each step deliberate, predatory. "Sneaking around on Felicia? Tsk. And here I thought you were one of the good guys."
The friendly neighborhood hero nodded nervously, "I am, but sometimes, even I admit that I'm bad, very bad."
His breath hitched as She-Hulk closed the distance between them, her emerald fingers tracing the outline of his mask before curling into the fabric and pulling him closer with effortless strength. The scent of her, vanilla and something electric, like ozone after a storm, flooded his senses, drowning out everything else.
She-Hulk wrapped her arm around Spider-Man's back and caressed his slim, yet muscular chest in purring fashion, "Mmmmm... you are very bad indeed. And do you know what really happens to very bad boys who sneak around on their girlfriends?"
"What is that exactly?" He asked in a curious, intrigued tone.
The emerald-skinned lawyer cut to the chase by lifting part of Spider-Man's mask, exposing his lips before crushing her mouth against his. Her tongue dominated his mouth in an instant, exploring with slow, deliberate strokes that left him breathless. And what a kisser she was, leaving Spider-Man's entire brains scrambled as he moaned into her mouth, his hands instinctively gripping her waist, only to find his fingers couldn't even meet around the sheer thickness of her. That hardly didn't matter to the friendly neighborhood superhero though as he was already lost in the sensation, the way her body heat radiated through his suit, the way her thigh pressed between his legs with teasing pressure.
Spider-Man eventually did manage to grasp onto her waist eventually, therefore they soon sled all the way down towards her supple rear with his fingers sinking into the soft yet firm flesh of She-Hulk's backside. He took in a big grasp, groping each cheek with both hands before squeezing tightly, eliciting a pleased hum from the towering beauty. Her response was immediate, She-Hulk nipped at his lower lip, her sharp canines grazing just enough to send a jolt down his spine before she pulled back, leaving him panting beneath the mask.
"I see you really want all of this, don't you?" She-Hulk murmured, her breath hot against his exposed lips as her fingers trailed down his chest, pausing just above the hem of his suit.
Her fragile touch made Spider-Man stutter desperately, "Y...Yeah, I do."
"So, you do," She-Hulk grinned with a bit lip. Her soothing erotic voice spoke down to him with a desirable purr. "Sit down on the bed so I can give you a show..."
And sit down he did as Spider-Man laid comfortable on the bed, all as She-Hulk saunted right over to the stereo and turned on what seemed to be a slow R&B jam that sounded like it was made for this very moment.
The green-skinned goddess turned back to face Spider-Man head on as she strutted gently to the beat, her hips swaying in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. With each step, her fingers trailed up her own body, tracing the contours of her waist and the swell of her bust just in order to get Spider-Man's heart racing faster than any fight against Doctor Octopus could ever do. There was something about She-Hulk's swaying body that made the man inside the mask, Peter Parker, feel utterly small in comparison, and yet, that only seemed to excite him more. He wasn't sure if it was the quiet-storm tune playing in the background that added to the eroticism of the moment, or if it was just She-Hulk herself, but he wasn't about to complain either way. He was getting the show of quite a lifetime.
The show then took a turn for the better as Spider-Man's eyes was glued to the sight of She-Hulk's fingers hooking into the sides of her lacy thong, peeling them down her thick thighs with agonizing slowness. The fabric clung to her skin for a tantalizing moment before finally surrendering, pooling around her ankles as she stepped out of them with a sway of her hips. The hero's breath was caught in his throat as She-Hulk's entire face turned to hum with a grin, giving him a full view of her emerald backside alongside the sight of her tightened pussy flexing beneath the dim lighting.
"Like what you see?" she teased over her shoulder, running a hand up the curve of her spine.
Spider-Man didn't reply, but only nodded instead as a way to say yes. It was no doubt the response She-Hulk expected from the hot-and-bothered superhero, as she chuckled deeply while turning around to face him with her hands now sliding up to cup her own cleavage. The same white-laced cleavage that had been holding her busty chest back this entire time. With one swift motion, She-Hulk pulled the straps down her shoulders, letting the fabric slide down her torso inch by inch until gravity did the rest, leaving her bare before him. Spider-Man's lenses widened behind the mask, drinking in every detail with the way her nipples hardened under his gaze, the way her stomach muscles flexed as she arched her back, the way her thighs pressed together just enough to tease.
This sight like this was enough to make the enlarged bulge around Spider-Man's suit tighten even further, giving him the urge to grasp himself to this arousing sight. It was also the response She-Hulk expected out of him as she grinned in delight, stepping closer to the bed with a slow, rolling gait that made every muscle in her body ripple beneath her skin. She found one of her hands suddenly grasping and caressing the hero's bulge, squeezing it gently enough to make Spider-Man jolt in response, a choked gasp escaping his lips.
"Hehehe... I see you're getting a little too hard for this suit," She-Hulk's voice caressed him erotically, "Let's see if we can't fix that."
Spider-Man shuddered as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of his suit, peeling the fabric down his thighs with agonizing slowness. The material clung damply to his skin, stretched tight around his throbbing erection before she finally pulled it free, leaving his surprisingly massive 11-inch cock springing upward against his stomach. She-Hulk's lips parted in genuine surprise, her dark eyes flickering with hunger as she traced a fingertip along his swollen shaft.
"Well now," she murmured, her voice dropping an octave. "That's not proportional at all."
"Guess I'm pretty much built different..." Spider-Man chuckled embarrassingly.
"You sure are..." She-Hulk replied, all before grasping onto the hero's shaft.
The agile Spider-Man's lips soon felt shut as he gained witness to the sight of She-Hulk stroking his cock up and down, all as her tongue began lapping up all around its phallic head. The sloppy wet sounds of her tongue swirling around his tip filled the air, mingling with the slow beat of the music still playing in the background. Spider-Man's fingers twisted into the sheets beneath him, his masked lenses narrowing slightly as he watched her work, the way her lips stretched around his girth with practiced ease, the way her tongue traced every throbbing vein along his shaft. He touch felt so light as a feather, yet suddenly arousing like a lightning bolt, sending shocks of pleasure straight to his core.
The teasing lasted for another several seconds before She-Hulk put her mouth to the test, sliding down every single inch of Spider-Man she could take in a single stroke. His back arched involuntarily as she hummed around him, the vibrations sending sparks up his spine. She didn't stop there as her head started to bob up and down with a smooth rhythm, mostly as a way to relish the repeatable taste of his pre-cum coating her tongue. Spider-Man groaned beneath his mask, his hips twitching forward instinctively as She-Hulk's throat muscles flexed around him, swallowing him down deeper with each pass. The more deeper She-Hulk began to go, the more Spider-Man found himself gripping onto the sheets tighter than ever, his knuckles turning white beneath the fabric of his suit.
"Ahhh... ahhhhhhhhh... oh... ohhhhh, fuck..." He moaned, slowly tossing and turning his head.
Who couldn't blame him for doing so? The sensations were overwhelming: the wet heat of her mouth, the scrape of her teeth just barely grazing his skin, the rhythmic suction pulling him deeper each time. She-Hulk's fingers dug into his thighs, her emerald nails leaving crescent indents in his flesh as she took him to the hilt, her nose pressing against the base of his cock. The sight alone was enough to make his vision blur, his breath coming in ragged gasps beneath the mask. With the way She-Hulk's dick-sucking pace began to quick each passing second, Spider-Man couldn't help but cling onto the sheets as tight as he could, trying desperately not to thrust into her throat like some mindless animal.
Thankfully, he wouldn't as She-Hulk would continue her oral onslaught with merciless precision, her emerald hands sliding up to cradle his balls, rolling the heavy sac between her fingers while her mouth worked him over. Spider-Man's thighs trembled, his abs clenching as pleasure coiled tight in his gut, the telltale pressure building with each slick slide of her lips. Just as he was about to tip over the edge, She-Hulk pulled back with an obscene pop, leaving him throbbing and dripping against his stomach. Her tongue darted out to catch a stray bead of pre-cum, her smirk widening at his frustrated groan.
Spider-Man instantly shook it off and looked down towards her in slight disappointment, "Why... why did you... stop?"
She-Hulk looked up toward him with a saucy grin, "You don't get to cum until I say so." Her thumb swiped over the leaking tip of his cock, smearing the pre-cum across his sensitive head just to hear him hiss. "And bad boys like you don't get to cum first."
Guess she really had a point to prove.
Disappointed as Spider-Man himself was however, that kind of disappointment thankfully wouldn't last as his eyes soon got a good look at She-Hulk climbing up onto the bed, only to straddle around his bare lap with the tip of his phallic head positioning perfectly around her tight fragile walls. Spider-Man felt a sense of tense nervousness realizing that he was gonna feel deep inside She-Hulk for the first time. He couldn't possibly imagine how tight she would be compared to Felicia, but the way She-Hulk's pussy lips brushed against his swollen tip was already making his masked lenses widen with anticipation.
A moan would finally be broken out of She-Hulk's lips as she plunged down on the hero's entire length, her inner walls stretching impossibly tight around his girth. The sensation was electric, her silken heat gripping him like a vice as she rolled her hips in slow, deliberate circles, savoring every inch. Spider-Man's back arched off the bed, his fingers digging into the meat of her thighs as she took him deeper, her muscles flexing around him with each breath. And she knew damn well how to work those twerking hips to a T. Her ass moved and clapped with the strength of pistons, hitting Spider-Man's thighs with each bounce. The slap of flesh on flesh echoed through the suite, mingling with their ragged breathing and the low thrum of music still playing in the background. That also played along with the sound of She-Hulk's sultry moans filling the air, her head tilting back as she rode him with the kind of raw power that could crack concrete.
"Ahhhh, fuck..." She shivered with instant lust, her eyes nearly rolling the back of her head. "Ohhhh... ohhh... oh, fuck, your cock is so hard inside me... ahh... pump my ass up...!"
And he did just that.
Spider-Man clung onto the tight fleshy emerald assmeat and began to drive upward with a primal intensity, his hips snapping with a speed and strength that only a spider could manage. Each thrust sent a shockwave through She-Hulk's massive frame, the impact of their pelvic bones colliding sounding like a series of thunderclaps. He felt the internal grip of her walls squeezing his shaft like a hydraulic press, the friction creating a searing heat that threatened to overload his senses. The bed groaned under the combined weight and force of their movements, the mattress springs shrieking in protest as the room filled with the scent of musk and exertion.
And with good reason as She-Hulk's moving hips and Spider-Man's vertically-thrusting cock worked in a rhythmic symphony of raw, unbridled lust. The sheer scale of her body meant that every time he drove upward, he felt the deep, visceral thud of his glans hitting her cervix, a sensation that made her emerald eyes glaze over with an almost transcendental pleasure. She wasn't just taking him; she was consuming him, her internal muscles pulsing in waves that threatened to milk him dry with every single stroke. The friction was becoming an inferno, the natural lubrication of her tight walls creating a sloppy, squelching sound that competed with the heavy thumping of the headboard against the wall. The sound was a very welcoming delight to She-Hulk, as she looked down towards Spider-Man with a saucy, yet wicked grin. Her emerald fingers curled into the muscles of his shoulders, digging in deep as she pushed her weight forward, grinding her pelvis even harder against his with an intensity that felt like it could fuse their bodies together. She was a storm of muscle and heat, her breath coming in jagged, guttural gasps that bordered on growls. The way her heavy breasts bounced with every violent impact only served to drive Peter further into a primal haze, his mind completely blanking out everything except for the tight, wet velvet of her internals gripping him like a vice. This kind of feeling nearly squeezed and gripped Spider-Man's shaft with a strength that would have been crushing to any normal man, but for a hero with his level of endurance, it was a paradise of pressure.
She-Hulk soon got a bit tired of the ride as she once again looked deep into Spider-Man's eyes and whispered, "Get me from behind... take a crack at my ass."
Spider-Man nodded through enough for the emerald beauty to get off of his lap with a complete POP, the sound of their separation wet and obscene. She-Hulk didn't waste a second though as she instantly turned around and bent right over on all fours, letting Spider-Man gaze deeply at her firm bubble-butted rear. Her massive emerald cheeks were spread wide, glistening with the remnants of their previous position and framing a tight, puckered hole that looked absolutely inviting. The sheer scale of her backside was staggering, two mounds of muscle and softness that looked like they could crush a man's skull, yet they were currently trembling with an intensity that matched the rhythm of the music.
It trembled no longer once the tip of Spider-Man's wet phallus positioned right through the one place that She-Hulk never expected him to go: Her tight puckered anus. Peter took a steady breath, his fingers gripping her emerald hips with a white knuckled intensity as he pushed forward. The resistance was immediate and fierce, the ring of her muscle fighting against his girth with a stubbornness that would have stopped any other man cold. He grunted, his muscles rippling beneath the red and blue fabric as he drove his weight forward, forcing his way into the narrow, scorching heat of her backside. With a final, guttural push, he sank deep into her, burying his entire length inside the forbidden velvet.
"Ahhhh, fuck...!" She-Hulk hissed, feeling his length probe her gently.
He began to clench onto her firm green buttocks and began to pound back and forth away, his movements shifting from cautious to predatory. The friction of her anal canal was far tighter than her pussy, a gripping, suffocating heat that made Spider-Man's vision swim. Every time he slammed home, the impact sent a shockwave through She-Hulk's muscular frame, her fingers digging deep into the mattress as she fought to stay grounded. The sound of their collision became a wet, rhythmic slapping, a primal percussion that drowned out the smooth R&B jam playing in the background. She-Hulk let out a guttural moan, her head tossing from side to side as the sheer pressure of his eleven-inch cock stretched her to her absolute limit. And why wouldn't she as someone this skinny and slim would often be intimidated by her size, but Peter was currently treating her like a playground. His amazing metabolism combined with his raw strength allowed him to maintain a pace that was bordering on superhuman, each thrust delivering a visceral thud that vibrated in her very marrow.
She-Hulk no doubt felt the brunt of this amazing pleasure, biting her lip off just to fight off a moan to no prevail. "Ohhhh... yes! Ahhhh... keep fucking me like that, you little spider. Break me!" she roared, her voice echoing through the suite.
The raw power of her command only fueled Peter's fire, pushing him to utilize every ounce of his proportional strength. He shifted his grip, sliding his hands from her hips to the small of her back, pulling her rear upward to meet his pelvis with bone-jarring force. The sheer friction of the anal penetration was becoming an intoxicating blur of heat and pressure, the tight ring of her muscles milking him with every single retraction, mostly due to the way her tight gaping asshole trapped his sliding cock like a vice, Peter felt the pressure in his groin reach a critical mass. He stopped thinking about Felicia, the hotel, or the ridiculous lie about Deadpool; there was only the scent of emerald skin and the rhythmic, wet slap of his pelvis against her massive cheeks. He accelerated his pace, his thrusts becoming short, violent bursts of energy that drove him deep into her gut. Each impact forced a strangled, guttural cry from She-Hulk's throat, her muscular arms trembling as she struggled to keep herself propped up on the bed.
No, Spider-Man's severe yet satisfying anal poundings made it damn near impossible for She-Hulk to keep her composure. Her emerald skin was now flushed a deeper shade of green, a fine sheen of sweat coating her muscles and making her slip and slide against the sheets. She could feel every single vein on his shaft pulsing against her internal walls, the sheer girth stretching her until she felt like she was being split open in the most exquisite way imaginable. The friction had built up to a blistering heat, a searing white noise of pleasure that drowned out the music and the world outside the suite. She was a legal powerhouse in the courtroom, but here, pinned beneath the rhythmic onslaught of the wall-crawler, she was nothing more than a needy, shaking mess of lust.
And she wanted to feel this way once She-Hulk gently turned her shoulder to the web-slinging superhero with a pleading tone, "Ahhhh, I... I can't... I can't take it back there anymore, Peter. Ohhhh... ohhh, put it... ohhh, put it right back in my pussy...!"
"You... you sure?" Spider-Man said, panting between thrusts.
"Yes, damn it! Now!" she groaned, her voice a mixture of a plea and a command.
That command made it more than enough for Spider-Man to finally pull himself out of She-Hulk's anal canal with a wet, suctioning sound that echoed through the room. He didn't let her move far, grabbing her by the waist and hauling her body back toward him with a surge of strength. He flipped her over with a fluid, athletic motion, forcing She-Hulk's back to lay across the mattress with her legs spread wide open in missionary form. It was a position of absolute vulnerability for the towering woman, her emerald thighs trembling in the air as she looked up at him with eyes clouded by pure, unadulterated lust. She-Hulk spread her pussy at him with her own two fingers, as if she dared to invite the storm. Her breath was a jagged series of hitches, her chest heaving in a rhythmic swell that made her breasts bounce with every desperate inhale.
Spider-Man didn't hesitate though as he lined himself up and plunged back into her soaking wet depths with a force that knocked the wind out of her. The reentry was explosive, the friction of their combined sweat and fluids creating a loud, squelching sound that filled the silence between the music beats. He was back in the velvet heat of her pussy, and it felt even tighter than before as her vaginal muscles gripped him in a desperate, pulsing attempt to hold onto every single millimeter of him. And so was She-Hulk has her strong emerald arms wrapped themselves around his neck, pulling his masked face down toward hers as she drowned her entire lips with a hot searing tongue-kiss. It did nothing to ease down her already screaming moans, which now muffled into the heat of their kiss. Peter's hips worked like pistons, his endurance pushing him to a pace that would have left any other man collapsed and gasping. Every downward drive buried him to the root, his pelvis slamming against her emerald mound with a wet, rhythmic thud that resonated through the entire bed frame. He could feel the internal contractions of her pussy tightening around him, her walls milking his shaft with a desperate, rhythmic suction that signaled she was nearing her peak.
And Spider-Man started to get near his peak too as the furious pace he set started to take a toll on him. He felt his cock tremble, vibrate and pulsate with an uncontrollable manner, each thrust feeling more intense than the last. The heat inside She-Hulk was an all consuming furnace, and the way her internal muscles clamped down on him with every heave was driving him toward a point of no return. He felt feel the pressure building in the base of his spine, a white hot tension that demanded release. Spider-Man gripped her emerald hips and his fingers sinked into the firm muscle, making She-Hulk cry out in epic earth-shattering lust:
"Please... ohhhh... cum inside me... OHHHHHH, NOW!" She-Hulk shrieked, her voice cracking as her entire body stiffened.
Spider-Man hissed violently, letting out an ecstatic grunt, "Nnnnnh... you... ohhhh, you got it... because... I... CAN'T... TAKE... IT... AHHHHHHHHHH!"
It took a final, bone-jarring surge for the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man to drive himself home, burying his entire length into her depths and pinning her against the mattress as his climax hit with the force of a landslide. His body stiffened and muscles locked in a rigid arc as his eleven-inch cock began to throb with violent, rhythmic pulses, pumping wave after wave of hot, thick seed deep into She-Hulk's waiting womb. The emerald-skinned lawyer felt her eyes roll with ecstacy as she felt Spider-Man's thick creamy load fill her up, the sheer volume of his release stretching her internals even further as he filled her to the brim. She shrieked into the room, her back arching off the bed as her own orgasm ripped through her, her pussy walls clamping down on him in a series of powerful, milking contractions that threatened to squeeze every single drop of pleasure from his shaft.
The room the two lovers were inside in began to spin all out of control, the only sound remaining being the heavy, synchronized panting of their lungs. Spider-Man remained buried deep inside her, his chest heaving against her emerald breasts as the aftershocks of the climax continued to ripple through his frame. He felt like a collapsed building, his muscles finally turning to jelly after the adrenaline of the encounter began to fade. She-Hulk held him tight as her powerful arms locked around his back in a possessive embrace, her legs still draped over his hips as if she were afraid he might vanish if she let go. The air in the room was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a heady musk that clung to the sheets and the walls.
It was the scent both She-Hulk and Spider-Man felt comfortable in, especially when the two exchanged such a small, yet satisfying tongue kiss for good measure.
"Mmmmmm, you're definitely such a bad boy, Peter," Jennifer whispered, her voice a low, vibrating hum against his lips. "Was that punishment enough for you...?"
Spider-Man, or Peter as he was called to her, let out a chill giggle through his lips, "Yeah, I guess you can say that. I might need a few more sessions just to be sure I've learned my lesson."
"Oh, trust me, Spider-Hunk... you'll get more fun soon enough like a good patient," Jennifer teased, her voice returning to that playful, sultry purr as she slowly released her grip on him. "But right now, I desperately need a rest for the time being. You definitely don't want to keep Felicia feeling worried sick about where you've wandered off to, do you?"
Peter immediately blushed at the name 'Felicia' himself, "Nah... definitely don't want that. Might as well check up on her and she what's she's up to!"
"Tell her 'Hi' for me, okay?" She-Hulk said, blowing a kiss at him.
Spider-Man nodded back towards her as he proceeded to get redressed and then head right back out of the balcony window he entered from, instantly swinging away from She-Hulk's entire room with a sense of urgency. His heart was still drumming against his ribs, and his muscles felt like they were made of lead from the sheer exertion of the encounter. Yet, it was only a sign of his heart racing from excitement as the encounter he had with She-Hulk left him feeling more refreshed than any nap could ever do. As he scaled the exterior of the hotel once more, he could still feel the lingering warmth of her skin and the phantom pressure of her tight internal grip, a secret he would have to keep tucked away as he returned to the woman who actually expected him back in their suite.