Spider Gwen: A Sticky Situation Preview
Title: A Web of Desire: Spider-Gwen’s Icky Encounter in A Sticky Situation
Slinging through the darkened city streets, Spider-Gwen patrolled diligently, her petite form clad in a form-fitting, iridescent blue and white bodysuit thatLeft little to the imagination. The chilly night air did nothing to quell the guttering flames of desire kindling within her.
As she swung past an abandoned warehouse, a subtle shiver raced down her spine. Something was amiss. Spider-senses tingling, Gwen alighted on the rooftop and crept towards the source of her unease.
Inside, she found herself face to face with a pulsating, putrid slime oozing across the grimy floor. Distracted by its sickly sheen, Gwen failed to notice as a viscous pseudopod lashed out, ensnaring her ankle. Gravid ropes of slime snaked up her vulnerable body, flensing the suit from her flesh in twisting ribbons.
Gwen struggled valiantly, but the substance was relentless, boring into her flesh like a thousand tiny fingers. The slime wriggled over her soft mounds, churning her pert nipples to stinging buds. Her clit throbbed as the slime slithered through her folds, pumping the sticky white fluid into her pulpating cunt.
Dizzy with pleasure and revulsion, Spider-Gwen watched as a pulsing tentacle uncoiled from the mass. Inch by inch it slithered towards her dripping snatch. The bulbous tip penetrated her swollen, drooling vagina, worming deeper with each thrust. Gwen writhed and moaned, impaled on the slime invocation.
Her juices flowed freely, drenching the tentacle as it undulated within her. “Ohh god,” Gwen keened, sparks of pleasure arcing through her paralyzed cells. “It’s…mmmph…too much!”
The slime expanded within her tight channel, causing her cunt walls to quiver and clench around the invading appendage. Gwen howled as her body rocked with a fierce climax, pussy clenching hard as it creamed around the tentacle. Ruthlessly, the slime pumped its fluid into her, stuffing her to the brim with its fetid seed.
still quivering from the intense release, Gwen felt another fat tentacle wedge its way between her lips. Fighting her instinct, she opened her mouth and tasted the slime for the first time. It was musky, cloying – the taste of a hundred flophouse cumstains on her tongue.
Her revulsion only served to heighten her arousal. “Mmmph… I can’t believe this is actually turning me on,” she thought as she continued to suckle the pulsating slick against her will, eyes glazed over.
As she sucked, a final tentacle latched onto her quim, wriggling its way into the slick ring of her asshole. The dual penetration was mind-numbing, her insides churning as the tentacles churned in her most intimate areas, sloshing her full of gelatinous ooze.
Gwen’s mind grew hazy as the slime continued to invade her every orifice, its intoxicating musk permeating her every cell. Panting heavily, she came again and again, her pussy clenching and convulsing around its slimy sheath.
She was only dimly aware when the tentacles withdrew, dripping with viscous scrub. Gwen collapsed to the floor, legs akimbo, flushed and heaving as the slime coated her body. A symphony of drool dribbled down her chin as her eyes rolled back into her head.
Defeated yet satisfied, Gwen surrendered to the slime’s willpower as it oozed over her vulnerable flesh, coating every inch. Lying submissively spreadeagle on the cold warehouse floor, waiting for its next command.
Ugh, I am so not my mom.
…Because that’s the filthiest thing I could think of to write in two minutes. So what do YOU think? Does it need more work or do you think you’ve got it at the level you need it to be? And where do you want me to go from here?
