The woman strode confidently up the stairs to the upper level of the disused warehouse. Her green cloak trailed behind her, the heavy fabric mostly concealing the attaché case she carried. Beneath her iron self-assurance was a cool wariness; her agents had discovered little about the organization whose representative she was about to meet. She emerged into d...
My name is Gwen Stacy. You might know me as Spider Gwen or Ghost Spider. You guys can just call me Gwen. You've read about my world and my high school boyfriend in your comics. You've got your canon. But that's just fiction. Story books. Fairy Tales. Shit some hobgoblin made up while beating off into a well-worn sock. The truth is I'm not attracted to boy...
Copyright of Nanna Marker 2010. "If you have to sleep unguarded, then find a predator's nest and kill the inhabitant. If its likes are unaware of its death, you are likely not to be disturbed. The beast's neighbours would take your delectable scent to simply be the aroma of the predator's dinner." The old, scarred, bat-hunter had with a wide grin tapped th...
Not for those under 17. May disturb some readers. I use characters from the marvel universe. I have no money and do it for entertainment purposes. Please do not sue. I am using a non-continuity alternate dimension that has most of the super characters on the same time and some of the characters that are alive who might otherwise be dead or characters in posi...
Ana watched in shock. Peter had Candi lewdly impaled beneath him. Randi laid beside her to the left, her legs splayed, his right hand between them. She moaned almost as loud as Candi did. Not as loud as Bambi, though. She was on her hands and knees, head down, ass up, and Peter's left hand was between her buttocks. Ana could see his outstretched fingers, ru...
Earth-617 The woman that strode into Felicia's apartment for their appointment definitely looked sexy enough. She was tall and trim, her jacket classy, her skirt knee-length, her powder-blue Oxford blouse tight enough to be interesting, with her thin, classical face further delineated by a set of black spectacles. Her brown hair was cut short, hanging neatl...
Mary Jane: Super Whore Issue 02 Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story, Marvel Comics does. It is an erotic story, so anyone not of age shouldn't read it. Feedback is greatly appreciated. Thanks, and enjoy. Issue Two: Spider-Man The movie opened on Mary Jane laying on the bed, wearing a very revealing nightgown. She moved her hands...
Felicia lay naked in bed, listening to the rain hit her building. He really wasn't coming. Peter was not her boyfriend anymore. She'd gone out and robbed a joint, but even that hadn't put a dint in her frustrations. Nor had spilling out her loot—all the cash money and one ornate scepter—onto her bed and lying upon it, momentarily using the scepter as a backs...
Earth-617 Felicia was feeling a little better after her bath, but her funk hung over her. And here Mary Jane had thought her body had an understanding with alcohol. It seemed like Felicia's hangover included the curse of drinking an Indian burial ground or something. Still, Mary Jane's presence prodded Felicia into moaning, groaning functionality. She trie...
"Ready?" John asked his companion as he stood outside the cave. "I guess..." Michael answered nervously. John really couldn't blame Michael for his fear. Nobody likes spiders, much less giant ones, but the bounty for clearing out this cave was well worth it. John took one last look at the web-covered entrance to the cave before igniting his torch and walki...