The words hang in the alley like a live grenade, my desperate question echoing off brick walls still warm from our fight. Spider-Woman stands frozen, her mask's white eyes impossibly wide as my pheromones hit her full force.
"Can we fuck?" I repeat, my voice rough with need. "Please. I can't… I can't think straight."
For one excruciating second, she doesn't move. Then she's on me, grabbing my wrist with surprising strength. There's no hesitation as she fires a web line upward with her free hand, the familiar thwip cutting through the tension.
"Hold on," she commands, her voice unsteady.
The ground vanishes beneath my feet as we launch skyward, the night air rushing past us. My stomach lurches with the sudden ascent, but my brain is too flooded with hormones to care. All I can focus on is the warmth of her body pressed against mine as we swing between buildings.
"Is this a yes?" I manage to ask between swings, my words nearly lost to the wind.
Spider-Woman doesn't answer, just pulls me tighter against her as we arc between skyscrapers. The city blurs around us, a kaleidoscope of lights and shadows. Each movement of her body against mine sends fresh waves of desperation coursing through me.
After what feels like an eternity of swinging, we land on a secluded rooftop, far from the chaos of Hammer Head and Taskmistress. The moment my feet touch concrete, I'm fumbling with my zipper, my hands shaking so badly I can barely grip the metal tab.
"Stop! Stop, stop, stop!" Spider-Woman backs away, her voice pitched higher than normal. "What's happening right now?"
I freeze, my pants half-unzipped, breath coming in ragged gasps. "I need…" Words fail me as another wave of lust crashes through my system.
Before I can explain, she's moving toward me again, her steps unsteady. In one fluid motion, she tackles me to the ground, her lithe form landing squarely on top of mine. Even through our costumes, I can feel every contour of her athletic body, the lean muscles of her thighs straddling my hips.
My hands move of their own accord, gripping her waist. She doesn't push them away.
"Why do I feel like I want to hold you down and fuck your brains out?" she asks, her voice a confused mixture of desire and alarm. "And why did I just see Taskmistress try to rape you? And why aren't you traumatized?"
"It's my power," I gasp, my chest heaving beneath her. "The teleporting—it has this side effect. The more I jump, the more I release these...pheromones."
I can see her processing this information, her mask's eyes narrowing slightly as she shifts her weight on top of me. The movement sends another jolt of electricity through my system.
"But it's so intense right now," she says, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I can barely think straight."
"I teleported a lot during that fight with Taskmistress," I explain, my hands tightening on her waist. "Short jumps, over and over. I guess it builds up fast that way."
Her head tilts, studying me. Even with her face hidden, I can feel the intensity of her gaze. Something shifts in her body language, hesitation giving way to curiosity, maybe even desire.
Before I can overthink it, I reach up with trembling fingers and pull off my gold mask. The cool night air hits my flushed face like a blessing. Spider-Woman goes completely still above me, her breathing suddenly shallow.
"Shane..." she whispers, my name sounding different somehow on her lips.
I reach for the bottom of her mask, finding the edge where it meets her neck. She doesn't stop me as I slowly roll it up, just enough to reveal her mouth, full lips parted slightly in anticipation.
The moment stretches between us, electric and dangerous. Then I'm pulling her down, closing the distance, pressing my lips against hers with desperate hunger.
Her mouth is hot and eager against mine. What starts as hesitant quickly transforms into something wild and primal. Her hands find my hair, fingers tangling in the strands as she deepens the kiss with a soft moan that vibrates through my entire body.
My hands slide down her back, tracing the contours of her suit, feeling the lean muscle beneath. Every touch seems to amplify the energy between us, the pheromones creating a feedback loop of escalating desire.
When she finally breaks the kiss, we're both gasping for air. Her lips are swollen, the only visible part of her face flushed with color.
"We shouldn't be doing this," she whispers, but there's no conviction in her voice.
Something snaps inside me. I surge upward, flipping our positions so she's beneath me on the rooftop. The sudden movement startles her, but I don't care anymore. I'm done with hesitation.
"Stop thinking," I growl, pressing her against the concrete. "Just stop."
Her body stiffens beneath mine, but I silence whatever protest she might have with my lips on her neck, trailing hungry kisses along her exposed skin. She tastes like salt and adrenaline, her pulse racing beneath my tongue.
"These feelings aren't real," she gasps, even as her body arches into mine. "It's just the pheromones making us…"
"Does it matter?" I interrupt, my voice rough with need. "We both want to feel good, don't we? That's real enough."
Her resistance crumbles with each word. I feel her hands at my waist, tugging at my belt with newfound urgency. The sound of my zipper being pulled down is almost deafening in the quiet night air.
She wriggles beneath me, shimmying her suit down her hips with surprising agility, only managing to get it past the curve of her ass before pausing. Suddenly, she plants both hands on my chest and shoves, sending me tumbling backward.
I land hard on my ass, confusion mixing with the lust clouding my brain. "What…"
"If we're going to do this out in the open," she says, already turning away from me, "we have to be quick, alright?"
"Sure," I agree breathlessly, watching as she braces herself against an air conditioning unit, arching her ass in a way that makes my mouth go dry.
"I know it's not very womanly of me," she says, glancing over her shoulder at me, "but let's do it like this, alright?"
I don't need another invitation. I'm on my feet in an instant, positioning myself behind her. One hand grips her hip while the other guides me to her entrance. When I push forward, burying myself inside her in one smooth stroke, we both cry out.
The sensation is overwhelming, tight, wet heat enveloping me completely. For a moment, I can't move, can't breathe, can't think beyond the exquisite pressure surrounding me.
"Move," she commands, her voice strained and desperate.
I obey, pulling back slowly before thrusting forward again. The rhythm is awkward at first, but we quickly find a pace that has us both gasping. My fingers dig into her hips, holding her steady as I drive into her with increasing force.
Every nerve ending in my body is on fire. My cock burns inside her, a delicious scorching sensation that makes me tremble with each thrust. The heat is almost unbearable, like nothing I've ever experienced before, molten pleasure coursing through my veins.
"Fuck, you feel so good," I gasp, barely recognizing my own voice, rough and desperate in the night air.
"Faster," she demands, pushing back against me, her fingers clawing at the metal surface beneath her. "Don't hold back."
The sound of skin slapping against spandex echoes across the rooftop, mingling with our ragged breathing. Each thrust sends electric sparks shooting up my spine, the pleasure building to an almost painful intensity.
Her body tightens around me, muscles clenching in a rhythm that threatens to undo me completely. I lean forward, my chest pressed against her back, one hand sliding around to find her sensitive bud between her legs. When my fingers make contact, she bucks against me with a strangled cry.
"Right there," she gasps, her voice higher than I've ever heard it. "Don't stop, don't stop, don't…"
Her words are lost in a sharp, quivering gasp as her body convulses around me. The sudden tightening sends me spiraling over the edge, a white-hot explosion detonates at the base of my spine and tears through me like lightning. My vision blurs as pleasure crashes through every nerve ending, my hips jerking forward with desperate, uncontrolled thrusts.
"Oh fuck," I cry out, the words barely intelligible as wave after wave of ecstasy wracks my body.
Spider-Woman's back arches impossibly as she presses against me, her muscles clenching rhythmically around my pulsing cock. Her strangled moans echo across the rooftop as she rides out her own release, each sound sending fresh shudders through me.
Time seems to stretch and collapse simultaneously. I can't tell if it's seconds or minutes that we stay locked together, trembling and gasping for air. My legs threaten to give out beneath me, knees weak from the intensity of what just happened.
When I finally manage to pull away, I nearly collapse against the AC unit beside us. Spider-Woman doesn't move immediately, her breathing ragged as she stays braced against the metal, head hanging between her shoulders.
A distant roar cuts through the night air, breaking the moment of exhausted peace.
Spider-Woman's head snaps up. "What was that?" she asks, finally pushing herself upright and tugging her suit back into place.
My heart hammers against my ribs, panic mixing with the afterglow still humming through my veins. "Should you go check it out?" I manage to ask, already fumbling with my own clothing.
She glances toward the sound, then back at me. "In a minute," she says, breathing heavily as she adjusts her costume. Her fingers tremble slightly as she pulls her pants up.
I watch her, reality slowly filtering back through the haze of satisfaction. "I can't believe I just came inside Spider-Man."
"Spider-Woman," she corrects me, her tone suddenly sharp despite her breathlessness.
"Right. Sorry," I nod, feeling heat rise to my cheeks that has nothing to do with the pheromones still lingering in my system.
She sighs, a sound caught between exasperation and something softer, more vulnerable. "I have to go check out whatever that was," she says, pulling her mask back down to cover her mouth. "Are you okay to make it back on your own?"
"Yeah," I assure her, though my legs still feel like jelly beneath me. "I'll be fine."
She hesitates for just a moment, then fires a web line at a nearby building. "We'll catch up soon," she promises, and then she's gone, swinging away into the darkness, leaving me alone on the rooftop with the cooling night air against my skin and the weight of what just happened settling over me like a blanket.
I stare after her disappearing form, my thoughts a jumbled mess of satisfaction, confusion, and the dawning wonder if I've just added another layer of complication to my already chaotic life.