93 -97
Confronting George
Laura wasn't sure why she felt so heartbroken by what Peter said, they weren't even that close, he wasn't even her boyfriend, she was just someone who he fucked. She was nothing to him, just like he told her.
And yet her heart broke into pieces.
Why? What did it matter if he didn't be with her?
She hadn't done anything wrong, but still, it hurt her. It bothered her that she cared for him the way she did, just after they fucked for some time. Why did she do it?
Why did she actually want him to stay with her in the house forever, and not go anywhere else?
It was like she had fallen in love with him, or something…
Maybe that's what was happening. Or maybe it wasn't true at all, and Laura just wanted a boyfriend, so she could have sex with him every day.
Was she just a horny slut?
Or did she really fall in love with someone so quickly?
Why did she fall, though, if she did?
Laura felt as if he was someone superior, someone she needed to serve, someone she needed to comply with.
But why did she feel that way?
It was as if he were some superior being, someone she was supposed to serve with her whole being.
Didn't that make sense? She knew she wasn't a submissive person, but she was being oddly submissive, oddly docile.
Didn't that mean she would always obey a superior one?
Someone like Peter?
Laura didn't know.
All she knew was that she loved him.
And that she wished he would never leave her.
How she fell or why she fell, Laura didn't know nor did she care.
Was it just sex she desired? Was she just a slut?
No. Laura knew better than that. It was more than that.
What it came down to, she realized, was that she wanted to please him.
She wanted to serve him.
And she wanted to keep doing those things until the end of her life.
Laura hugged her legs tighter, wondering why she was thinking this way, wondering why her mind was doing this to her, wondering why she was doing this to herself.
What sorcery was this? What did he do to her?
Whatever it was, it felt good. And she wanted to keep feeling it for the rest of her life.
But then again, she also realized that she was in danger.
In danger because she liked it too much.
Why did she like him so much?
Laura chuckled lightly, a dark look in her eyes as she looked at the wall in front of her, a dark look in her heart as she thought about him.
He was beautiful. He was handsome. And he was smart.
Peter was intelligent, charming, and witty.
He was everything.
Peter was making out with his aunt when the doorbell rang, making him curse under his breath and pull away from her, much to her pleading eyes.
"Let them wait," May whispered, pulling him before kissing him on the lips. "They'll understand."
Peter kissed her for a few seconds before pulling away, delivering a hard slap on her butt, making her whimper a little.
"I need to go answer that!"
May groaned as she stood up straight, grabbing a towel off of her dresser before wrapping it around herself. She glared at him playfully before walking inside the bathroom.
Peter, on the other hand, went down to see who it was. He opened the front door to find George standing there, looking at him with an unreadable face.
Peter felt his stomach fall, memories of his breakup with Gwen coming back to his brain. After all, he'd only just gotten over her. Not to mention how upset she had been about their relationship ending…
He looked away, rubbing the back of his head as he sighed.
"Hey George," he said simply, trying not to let his voice crack.
George nodded at him. "Is everything okay?" he asked, stepping inside the house.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Peter assured him.
"I meant between you and Gwen," George replied, taking a seat by the table.
"Well…" Peter paused, unsure if he should tell him or not. "I still want to be with her."
"That's good," George muttered, crossing his arms. "I was hoping you guys would get back together."
"Me too, but-"
"But what is it I hear about cheating and all that?" George cut in, his expression turning stern. "What happened?"
"We were going through some stuff…" Peter admitted.
"And you slept with your aunt?" George asked, letting out a laugh. "And some other women as well? That you intend to keep it that way? What is this Peter?!" George lost his composure a little, it seemed he could only take so much.
Peter winced lightly, but sighed, waiting for George to calm himself. Which the latter did, being very experienced in controlling himself.
After all, decisions made while overwhelmed by emotions led to worst scenarios, more often than not.
George stared at him, asking for answers without asking.
"Well, where do I begin…"
Peter sighed.
He had thought about this, quite a lot. And he'd decided that he'd tell truths with lies.
He needed an excuse for this harem bullshit he got himself into.
After all, being honest wasn't always the right thing to do. And at the moment, being completely honest was anything but beneficial for him.
Peter was a bastard, that was he sure of himself, he wasn't a saint, nor will he ever be one.
So he decided to lie.
Partially.
It was the only option he had.
"You know how the world is becoming a weird place by the day, right George?"
George nodded.
"And you should also know people with powers only thought to be fiction and imagination are popping up everywhere?"
George nodded gravely.
"I happen to be one of these people."
George's eyes widened a little, but he recomposed himself in a jiffy. He would be surprised, of course, Peter was someone he knew for a long time, and George never even considered that Peter could be something like the new people popping up recently.
At least that's how Peter thought how George thought.
"And my power, well," Peter scratched his head. "It happens to overwhelm my mind and take over me if I don't sleep with new women. Or don't sleep with women."
George looked at him incredulously.
"I'm being honest, George." Peter ground his teeth. "The first time I awakened this 'power' so to speak, I forced myself on Gwen. The result you know already. I know what happens if I don't satiate this, let's call it 'hunger'. And I don't want what happened to Gwen to happen to anyone."
George looked at him, still stunned.
"This is why I have to sleep with women, George. It's the only way I can control myself."
George looked at him, still dumbfounded.
"It's like I have something inside of me, a caged beast, eager to let loose, eager to wreak havoc. I don't want that, George. I don't want to hurt a woman I know. I hurt Gwen once, and I regretted it. That's why I tried extra hard to make up with her. And that's exactly why I have multiple women. Not because I can't have one-night stands to satiate my hunger, but because I want to be with multiple women whom I can rely on to control the beast within me if need be."
Wow.
Peter was surprised at how much bullshit he could spout to George.
"If it makes you feel any better, I won't force myself on you, George," Peter joked to lighten the mood a little, seeing the look of disbelief on the man's face. "I'm not a monster. I am straight, thank you very much."
George chuckled lightly, and fell into contemplation, leaning back on the sofa and rubbing his neck tiredly.
"Well," he muttered. "This explains a lot. But I still don't want to believe it, it's absurd. Why should I believe it? It could very well be bullshit, how can I believe it. I so much want to punch you, too, do you know how sad Gwen is? She's heartbroken."
"This is why I didn't want to tell her this… This is why I avoided it all this time. I can't just say 'Oh, by the way, I have powers and I have to go sleep with other women so I don't lose control of myself. Can you still be with someone like me?' now, can I?"
George looked at him, a frown on his face.
"And as for the proof… Well," Peter sighed.
He was so not looking forward to this. But, he could tell his future father-in-law this much, no?
"I'm Spider-Man," Peter revealed, summoning his suit for a few seconds before going back to his previous attire. "This should explain some of my powers."
George blinked, staring at him.
"Spider-Man?" he repeated, and slowly, realization dawned on him, making his eyes widen.
'Well, it went better than I expected.' Peter thought, seeing George's retreating back.
The man had left just now, after making sure of some things and making Peter promise a lot of things.
George didn't want Peter and Gwen to be apart, it seemed.
Which was understandable.
Now all that was left to do was to make up with Gwen, which George wasn't going to help with.
So, Peter would have to do it himself.
Peter had some plans about it, of course.
First of which was making her extremely jealous and taking advantage of it.
Felicia Hardy was a part of that plan as well.
Of course, he was seriously thinking of dating Felicia, not just taking advantage of her to make Gwen jealous. The jealousy part was just a plus of all this, he liked Felicia a little.
He really wished they could go out on a date or something.
She'd asked him out, kind of, so Peter wanted to go on with it sooner than later. Jessica knew the harem shit, so there wouldn't be a problem with her.
Jessica had said that she would consider it, and that she would tell him when she would eventually ask him out for a dinner, but he knew that he had to wait a bit for that to happen.
So, he would date Felicia now, at least that was his plan for now. He hoped that Gwen would forgive him by then, if not, he would have to make her jealous again.
He smiled slightly, that sounded like a fun game to play.
Peter went back into aunt May's room, and found her sitting on the bed, fully dressed again.
He frowned; how dare this woman dress up.
He had yet to fuck her.
Heh…
Peter got to the bed and, much to May's little fake protests, he kissed her neck, pulling on her dress. Aunt May let him do so without resisting. Peter smiled at that. Then, he started groping her tits from behind as she panted. He tried to lift her top off, but it was too tight for him to get his hand inside of it.
So, he tore it without hesitation.
When the fabric separated, Peter saw a very sexy red bra underneath with thin straps, showing that these were real breasts, not silicon. Peter couldn't resist squeezing them in his hands. They felt nice and firm.
He kept that going for several seconds before Aunt May grabbed his head and pulled it down to hers.
She then kissed him passionately, pushing his tongue into his mouth. Her lips were soft and sweet, and they tasted like bubblegum, which made Peter smile.
As he kissed her, his hands worked wonders to remove her pants, shorts, socks, shoes, and any other article of clothing she wore. After that, he moved down before he licked her inner thighs, making her squirm in pleasure.
Peter then went ahead and gave her pussy lips a lick.
When he did that, he heard a moan escape her lips, and he knew she enjoyed it. However, he didn't stop there, because he wanted to do more.
Peter slid his tongue into her slit, tasting her sweet juices. When he did that, she moaned louder, and her legs pushed back against him.
This time around, he had no trouble reaching her clit with his tongue, and he sucked and nibbled it gently. That made Aunt May moan even louder, which only encouraged him to do more.
But he forced himself to stop, just when she was about to reach her orgasm, so he could see that frustrated look on her face. It always was a turn-on for him.
"Don't… stop," May said, panting and moaning. "Please don't."
Peter smirked, bit her clit, and moved up, kissing her abdomen while he did that. As he did that, he removed his shirt, revealing his chest.
May smiled and put her arms around him, squeezing him tightly. She loved feeling him.
Then, Peter moved down and licked her navel.
Before long, he moved up to kiss he lips, sucking on her tongue for a while. Then, he pushed her into the bed, sitting on top of her stomach, already fully naked.
As she stared at him in confusion, Peter grabbed her big boobs and put his cock amidst them, using her pussy juices as a lubricant. He rubbed it between her boobs, making her gasp.
That turned him on, so made her hands grab her boobs together as he grabbed her head, forcing his cock head inside her mouth. Aunt May moaned at that, wanting more.
So, Peter fucked her mouth, slowly but surely. He liked doing that.
Just as he was getting ready to cum, Aunt May stopped him by putting both of her hands on his hips, stopping him from moving.
Peter groaned; she made sure to take revenge eh?
Peter looked down at her.
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Chapter 94
94: Please…
Peter stared down at her.
May was blushing heavily as she breathed in and out heavily, her tits heaving up and down as she gave him an enticing look.
Peter's cock was twitching for release but she'd stopped him before he could reach his orgasm, so Peter was a bit frustrated.
Not a lot, though.
But he appeared the part, and so, he swiftly got down and grabbed her ass, position her in front of him, then pushed into May's pussy from behind.
May moaned, putting her weight on her arms as she looked down, the hair on her head falling over her face as she tried to adjust herself to his size.
Peter would have to admit, the feeling he got from fucking this aunt of hers was incredible. She was tight, and wet, and it felt like every inch of her was rubbing against him perfectly.
As she adjusted to his size, Peter moved inside slowly, feeling her tight walls stretching around him. The sensation was indescribably pleasurable.
He kept moving, giving May a few strokes here and there. He couldn't see what she looked like because of her hair covering her face, but he knew that she was enjoying herself, moaning softly with each movement. Her tits were bouncing back and forth too, their softness making him want to grab them more than anything else.
It wasn't long before May began to move, pushing back against him faster as he slammed into her with swift strokes. He took her hips in hand, holding them tightly as he fucked her hard. He didn't care if Laura saw or heard, he wanted to make sure that he made his aunt scream his name.
She was moaning louder now, pushing her ass back every time he thrust into her, grinding her ass.
The sound of their bodies slapping with each other filled the room, punctuated by May's heavy breathing.
Peter held onto May's hips, gripping into her soft meat, slamming into her as hard as he could.
Peter groaned, shooting ropes of his cum deep into May's womb. He kept cumming, fucking her hard until the last drop had been pumped into her.
May's body shuddered as she orgasmed, her ass trembling as she clenched around Peter.
Just then, the door to his room opened, revealing Laura's disheveled figure. She was flushed, her eyes were hazy with lust, and she was rubbing her thighs together.
Peter stared at her with interest.
Laura Kinney couldn't take it anymore.
Her mind was forcing her, making her desire Peter more and more, and the more she tried to resist, the harder it became.
In the end, she just gave up and walked to his room; she wanted him, she needed him, she… Laura couldn't think of a life without him.
When she reached the room, her mental state wasn't optimal anymore; her hair was disheveled and so were her clothes.
Peter was plowing May from behind, his hands grabbing her hips tightly while he pounded into her.
Peter's cock going in and out of May's dripping pussy was etched into Laura's eyes, her mouth watering as she watched.
She… Laura wanted it too…
Peter slowed to a stop, looking back at Laura.
"Hey," He greeted her, his voice calm, but his cock still buried deep in May's cunt.
"Peter…" Laura whispered, smiling strangely, her face contorting a little. "I… I need to be filled."
Laura's voice was unsteady, her legs quivering as she approached Peter.
"Please…" She begged him, reaching out for him.
Laura didn't know what the weird fuck she was talking about, her mind was the sanest at the moment, but she didn't care; her body, her mind, her whole being desired to be filled to the brim right then and there.
Peter stared at her, a weird look flashing across his face.
Then he took her hand, pulling her towards him.
"Ow!" May squealed softly as Peter suddenly pulled her away from him.
He stood up, holding Laura's hand, his eyes staring into hers.
May whimpered slightly, her voice coming out muffled as her face was on a pillow. She quickly turned over, gazing up at Peter and Laura.
Peter was kissing the much younger girl, her clothes were torn open, her breasts exposed, and her nipples hard as rocks.
Peter broke off the kiss, staring at May with mischievousness visible in his eyes.
He picked Laura up by the waist and put her on top of May, Laura's clothes disappearing. May was a little surprised as Peter pushed Laura's wet cunt to her face, but she composed herself quickly and began eating the much younger girl out.
Peter watched with amusement as May ate the girl's pussy. Laura was moaning and sighing messily, her eyes closing in pleasure.
May moaned loudly as she licked the girl out, Peter smirked lightly.
He then grabbed Laura's head by the hair and pulled her to his cock as he sat down on the bed.
Laura looked up at him with her twinkling eyes, her cheeks flushed because May was eating her pussy up. Then Laura looked down at his cock, licking her lips.
Laura closed her eyes, tilting her head back as she took his cock into her mouth.
May moaned softly as she continued to eat her cunt, rubbing her clit with one hand.
Peter groaned softly as Laura began sucking his cock, her tongue wrapping around his cockhead as it slid through her hot mouth.
Laura moaned as she sucked his dick, her throat working fast to get him off.
May watched Peter's face as he watched Laura suck his dick, her eyes sparkling with excitement.
Before long, his cock twitched out ropes of cum into the girl's mouth, splattering onto her cheeks.
Peter groaned, still holding Laura's head as she gulped down his cum. She quickly removed her mouth and swallowed everything, then looked up at him once again, her eyes shining with satisfaction.
Peter smiled at her, getting up from the bed.
Then, grabbed Laura by the waist and pulled her up, twirling her over so her back was facing him. He moved her up, lining her on top of his cock, and then slammed her whole body down on his cock.
Laura's eyes widened, rolling back into her skull as she cried out in a little pain. Peter's cock tore through her hymen and she yelled out in a mix of pain and pleasure.
May laid on the bed, watching as Laura screamed.
May's eyes moved down to Peter's veiny cock that was deep inside of Laura, blood dripping down.
May was a little surprised that the girl was a virgin even though Peter had plowed her many times before. May didn't know how this was possible, but she didn't focus on it much and instead crawled up next to Laura.
May grabbed the much younger girl's cheek, caressing a little.
May looked up at her eyes, then she captures Laura's lips, their tongues intertwining.
Both girls moaned as they kissed passionately, May's hand caressing the small of Laura's back as they french-kissed.
May then pulled away from Laura, her eyes meeting Peter's.
Peter nodded, and moved, ramming his cock into the recently-virgin pussy of Laura.
May looked down between her legs, watching as Peter's cock entered Laura again and again.
Both girls gasped as Peter began to fuck her, his cock sliding in and out of her tight hole.
Laura squirmed, trying to get used to the feeling of his cock entering her body.
After fucking Laura's pussy for a while, Laura orgasmed and Peter finally pulled out of her, and went over to May, picking her up by the waist.
Then he positioned her on the bed comfortably.
May's eyes opened wide, staring at Peter's cock as he lifted her up.
Peter positioned himself above her, his cock pointing at her asshole.
May's eyes narrowed, then she nodded at Peter.
Peter groaned, grabbing both her ankles, spreading her legs apart.
May gasped as he pushed into her ass, his cock tearing through her tight opening.
Her right butthole was spread on his cock, enveloping it in the warmest place on her body.
Peter groaned in pleasure, his hands clenching into May's hips as he started fucking her ass.
May moaned and grunted, pushing her ass back against him.
Laura was panting heavily on the bed beside them, her eyes filled with satisfaction. Her mind was finally back, and she could think straight again.
Laura knew that she was done for.
As she watched Peter fucking May through her half-closed eyes, her body twitching.
Peter pushed May away, his cock slipping out of her. He heaved up and down slightly, trying to catch his breath a little. Then, he slumped down between Laura and May, hugging Laura's body before closing his eyes.
He wasn't tired, but he'd been quite tired mentally. The situation with Gwen weighed down on his mind a bit too much, that's why he'd been busy being horny all the time recently.
It made his mind relaxed; so that his attention would be away from Gwen.
Peter rolled over to his back, and stared at the ceiling, more specifically, the system notifications that were showing.
(System text from Laura)
[Task complete! Vaginal sex]
[As this is her first time, the reward is multiplied by 10]
[+1500 SP]
[Tasks Complete! Get Fellatio; Give Cunnilingus; Anal Sex]
[+400 SP]
(System text from May)
[Tasks Complete! Vaginal Sex; Anal Sex; Fellatio; Cunnilungus]
[Tasks Complete! Threesome; Fellatio (From more than one woman)]
[24,360/100,000 SP]
Peter sighed, he should focus on some important stuff now, shouldn't he? He's been fucking around with women for a while again.
But this was important, too, since the system skills made him stronger as well. Say, [Sexual Sight] was effective not only on women, but men too.
Aside from sexual information, Peter could get information on people in general as well. There was [Beast Mode] which he hadn't touched since he ràped Gwen. He was a little afraid of it. But he knew it would be an overpowered skill as well, aside from the sexual side of things.
There was the [Seductive Magnetism] too.
All in all, the system skills were useful, so he needed them too.
Now, he would go to school tomorrow; he needed to commence the plan: Make Gwen Jealous Again!
Peter grinned slightly.
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Chapter 95
95: A Date?
Peter stepped through the main gate of the school, and walked calmly to his class. Students were giving him looks from time to time, it seemed that the news still hadn't calmed down enough.
Peter could care less, however, so he walked to his classroom and sat down on his chair, his eyes scanning the room to spot some familiar figures.
Mary Jane, and Liz Allan were there, they noticed him and gave smiles. Jessica flushes when she met his gaze, and Michele glared at him-apparently, she didn't like the fact that he broke up with Gwen. Other than them, he also spotted Gwen, but she didn't even glance at him.
Peter smiled slightly, and leaned back on his chair. Wow. Gwen could act really cute sometimes. He wondered how cute she'd look once he started approaching Felicia more openly.
Her jealous frown would be a sight to look at, and he would make Felicia believe that he was serious about dating her too.
His thoughts were interrupted by Mr. Stern's voice: "Alright, everyone get your books out!"
He was the first teacher, and apparently, after him would be Natasha's period. She was there again. Not that Peter minded, he quite liked the hottie, to be honest, he just didn't know how to approach her.
Peter raised an eyebrow and glanced at Liz, who shrugged her shoulders in response. He closed his textbook and opened a new one.
The time went by quickly but it was a boring school day nonetheless. Soon enough, however, lunch break arrived, and Peter made it to the cafeteria in time to spot Felicia sitting alone.
She had a tray full of food, and she was eating quickly. The sight immediately made Peter smile, for Felicia looked really cute while stuffing her face.
"Hey Felicia." He called out to her when he got near enough. He would try and sit with her, after all, Betty and Ned weren't in school today.
Let's just assume Ned, despite being a chubby fellow, was quite good in bed, shall we?
"May I take a seat?" Peter asked her politely.
Felicia paused, and looked at him quizzically, probably wondering why he would act so polite, then nodded. "Sure."
She looked really cute with the food in her mouth, Peter would have to admit that much; her cheeks appeared akin to chipmunks.
Peter took his place across from her and placed his hands on the table. "So, how was your weekend?" He asked.
Felicia swallowed the bit of food still in her mouth and grinned. "It was fun; Just like always."
Peter nodded, and an awkward silence prevailed between them.
"What are you eating?" Peter asked, feeling rather talkative today.
Felicia took a bite of her food and answered: "Chicken Caesar salad."
"That sounds really good."
It didn't, actually. Salad. A fancy one with chicken breast meat, but salad nonetheless. Peter would much prefer eating the meat alone, but he didn't want to hurt Felicia's feelings, so he kept his mouth shut.
"You seem to like it," Felicia said, smirking at him.
Peter's smile didn't falter. He didn't like it per se, but saying wouldn't hurt, would it now?
"I do."
Felicia made a thoughtful sound. "You don't look like the type of person who likes salads."
Peter chuckled: "Don't you think it's weird that someone like me would like salad?"
Felicia shrugged. "Not really, I mean, there are people that like salads, right?"
"There sure are." Peter agreed, smiling at her; what the fuck were they even talking about.
Felicia continued to eat her salad. "Want mine?"
Peter shook his head. "No thanks."
She scoffed, and finished her meal.
Peter watched her, and soon enough, she turned to him again. "Why aren't you eating anything?"
This time, Felicia's question was directed at him.
"Nothing caught my interest," Peter said honestly.
She huffed, and leaned back on her chair. "I see…" She squinted her eyes.
Peter nodded. "Yeah, nothing but a particular someone," Peter said, and sipped the orange juice he'd summoned from the [Inventory] just now, this little use wouldn't hurt.
Felicia seemed a bit confused at first, but she caught on quickly enough.
"Ohhh, is that so?" She smirked a little coyly
Peter couldn't help but smile at her reaction. It was nice to see that his crush was reciprocating, he thought.
She put her plate down on the table and leaned forward. "So, if there's someone you like, you'll go for it right?"
"Of course," Peter replied without hesitation.
"Hmmm…" She squinted her eyes at him, purring lightly. "Really now, muscles?"
Peter 'blushed' slightly. "Yes, really."
Felicia giggled softly, and smiled gently. "You're such a… silly guy."
"I suppose I am." Peter agreed, and felt himself blush harder. Well, he acted as if blushing harder. He was trying his luck with a somewhat direct
Felicia Hardy was eating her heart out when she noticed Peter approach her. She stopped chewing and looked at him curiously.
She had never expected him to be this… Direct.
And now, her heart was beating really fast, slamming against her chest. It was a wonder how she wasn't blushing yet.
So, to make herself not be embarrassed in this situation, Felicia giggled softly, and smiled gently. "You're such a… silly guy."
"I suppose I am." Peter agreed, and blushed. How cute. Felicia couldn't believe how cute he could act sometimes, he was low-key asking her out, but somehow, he wasn't asking her out.
It was in the middle somewhere. He wasn't sure about her reaction it seems, but Felicia was sure she liked it.
She decided to play with him a little.
She definitely wanted to date him, that was for sure. But playing with his heart a little to see if he was serious about this didn't sound wrong. After all, she knew he was open to a relationship with her because he recently broke up with Gwen and wanted to start anew quickly so he could forget that girl already, and while she was all in for it, she wanted to be sure since it was her first time dating a man after a long, long time.
And besides, it was fun to tease him.
She leaned on the table and purred at him, "What would you do if that 'someone' doesn't want to be with you?"
Peter tilted his head to the side, and smirked. "If she doesn't want to be with me, I won't force her into it."
"Hmm, I see." Felicia nodded. "But let's say, hypothetically speaking, that she does want to be with you, will you still leave her if she says no?"
Peter pursed his lips together. "Well, that's a dumb question. Why would she say no if she wants to be with me?"
"Well, women are strange creatures Muscles. But, well, for the sake of the argument, let's say she might have a boyfriend or something, or simply because she has plans for the future." Felicia pointed out. She smiled a bit, and leaned back in her seat. She didn't have a boyfriend, nor any plans for the future, not for now anyway; she was just messing with Peter.
"Oh…" Peter sounded a bit dazed. "I'll… I'll kidnap her then." He said darkly, a playful edge to his tone.
Felicia laughed softly. "You can't do that."
"Why not?" Peter asked, sounding a little offended.
Felicia shrugged, "Well, kidnapping isn't exactly legal."
"Then I'll kidnap her, and keep her locked up in my basement." Peter joked, grinning cheerfully. "No one would know where she went."
Felicia chuckled quietly, and shook her head. "You're too silly for your own good, you know that?"
"Yeah, I guess so." Peter agreed. Then he frowned slightly. "Let's stop messing around now, shall we?" He leaned on his arms that were resting on the table. "Felicia… Would you like to go out with me? Like, officially?"
Felicia blinked rapidly several times, and her eyes widened in surprise.
Peter waited patiently for her answer, smiling brightly as he did.
"Wow…" She muttered, and stared at him, her mouth agape. She… Felicia wasn't expecting him to be blunt so out of the blue. But well, she was impressed.
"You're serious?"
"Yeah, I mean…" Peter nodded. "I'm serious about our relationship going forward."
Dayum…
'He's really serious?' Felicia thought to herself, and bit her lip nervously.
Peter was staring at her expectantly.
'Shit, should I tell him yes? Or no?' She didn't want to disappoint him, but she wasn't sure either. She'd never been in a relationship before, not with a boy, not in a long time, and she didn't know how relationships worked anymore.
Not to brag, but she'd dated many women, she even has a harem once, full of women, but oh well, it didn't turn out great since the girls found out about each other. She had a lot of dating experience, but it all boiled down to women and women.
She was as clueless as any teenage girl about a serious relationship with a boy.
"I…" Felicia started, and hesitated.
Peter waited patiently for her to continue.
"I… I don't know." Felicia admitted quietly.
She really didn't.
While she wanted to date Peter, while she really wanted to, while she really wanted to defeat her trauma and emerge victorious; she wasn't sure how it will go.
The first time with that Ryan bastard had already left a scar on her mind and heart, she wondered if this decision would bite her back like last time, and that's exactly why she was confused and afraid now that it actually came down to it.
What if Peter turns out to be another douchebag, like the others?
But if it turns out well…
What if she loses him? What if Peter finds out that she's a villain, and runs away like all the rest? What if he found out she's Black Cat? That she steals? That she's a criminal scum, technically?
Felicia sighed, and thought hard about it.
"Well…" Peter brought her out of her mind. "What about a trial run?"
"A trial run?"
"Yeah, what do you think about that?" Peter asked, and shrugged his shoulders. "If you're not interested after it, we won't continue to date, if you are, well, then maybe we'll get along."
Felicia chewed on her lower lip for a moment, and nodded.
She wasn't sure about her feelings, but she trusted Peter for now, and she also needed to overcome her trauma.
Besides, she didn't want to lose Peter.
Her eyes glittered a little, her toes curled up as her stomach had this bubbly feeling inside.
She was so close to stealing him…
Felicia shook her head; she and her fucking Kleptomania. This shit was even working on Peter now.
Felicia nodded, and looked at Peter. "Okay then, I'll give it a shot." She smiled a little.
Peter smiled happily at her.
Peter was happy that she agreed.
He made sure to confirm the time for their first date, and then they parted ways.
He fist-bumped the air once he was out of the cafeteria and the rest of his day went quite faster than before. Probably because he was genuinely happy.
'let's see how it goes, shall we?'
Peter smiled and continued walking home with an even gait.
When he got home, he was surprised to see Laura at the front door. He quickly got inside and shut the door tight before looking at her.
Laura was standing in front of him, wearing a rather revealing maid outfit. The patch of clothing over her pussy was removed, and her count was visible to him, and so were her nipples. Peter's cock started stirring awake as he traced his eyes from her face down to the cleft between her thighs.
He licked his lips and looked up into her eyes, almost forgetting why they were there.
"What would you like, master?" she said, blushing heavily. "Food? A shower?" She picked up the remaining clothing from her front, looking away in embarrassment as her somewhat drenched pussy glistened fully in the light of the room.
Her cheeks flushed red with shame once more when she realized what she was doing.
"Or would you like to have me?"
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Chapter 96
96: Interlewd **
Laura's dripping cunt caught Peter's attention as light gleamed through a droplet of her wetness. Her maid outfit was enough to make little Peter stand erect, but the little holes where the nipples and pussy should be, made him even harder.
Plus the questions she asked…
Peter wasn't feeling sane enough to control himself.
So he lunged at her, grabbing and kissing her.
"Ple-please don't, master!" Laura begs as his hands grab her boobs and pinch them. "I'm not one of your whores! I can't do this!" She's acting extra dramatic for no reason at all. Not that Peter didn't like it, he was quite enjoying this actually.
Peter kissed her harder, grabbing both sides of her head. His tongue darted around in her mouth, making her release a moan. He licked her cheeks and nibbled on her lips.
Peter feels her hand run through his hair as he pulls back slightly, looking into her eyes.
"What?" He asked, staring at her. She was a blushing mess, and her chest was heaving up and down.
"I-I… T-this was May's idea, I swear. I'm too embarrassed to eve-" Peter silenced her with another kiss. This time much softer than before.
Their tongues were dancing in each other's mouths, and he could feel Laura's body heat. It was so warm. And soft. And…
She tasted good.
He broke off the kiss, pulling away from her.
"Let me guess," Peter said with a smirk. "You're a virgin again?"
Her face turned redder at that question.
"N-No… Master! You wouldn't! Please!" Laura pleads with a tone that sounded like begging, yet somehow also pleading.
It was hot.
And fucking wow she could act!
She was a virgin, again, and that just made her more interesting to Peter.
Peter slapped her butt with enough force she bled a little, her ass rippled like jelly and her pussy twitched as she cried out in pain and pleasure.
The blood seeped into her outfit a little. She would heal, and she liked being abused, so not like Peter was doing anything wrong.
Peter pulled away from her, then stood up and put his clothes in his [Inventory]. Then he picked her up in princess carry, taking her to a sofa before throwing her on it.
He tore her outfit like an animal and kissed her whole body. Her breasts, her belly, her legs, thighs, ass, stomach, neck, ears, everywhere except her face.
Then he laid down on top of her.
He grabbed her hips and spread her legs open, then took a look at her pink slit.
He dipped his fingers inside of her.
"Ohhh!" She moaned. "Master, please! I can't take it!"
Peter laughed, sticking two fingers inside her tight hole. It was so tight he had trouble getting them in. But once he did, he began to move them in and out of her, just enough to not tear her hymen.
"AHHH! Master please! More!" She pleaded, thrusting her hips up against him.
Peter stopped, making her whine even more at the loss of pleasure.
He frowned and slapped her butt. The sound echoed throughout the room.
"You're a slave, you don't whine or ask. You just obey." He played along with their little role-play.
Then, he moved down and licked her pussy.
"O-Oh my god, Master… !" She screamed, arching her back. "More! Please!"
Peter grabbed her legs and spread them apart even further, letting her legs dangle off the side of the couch. Then he startled playing and nibbling her pussy with his mouth and tongue.
"Mmghh…" She groaned. "Uhhhnnn!" Her voice went higher as he sucked on her clit.
Peter's tongue was making her squirm. Her entire body was tense.
But just when she was about to reach her orgasm, he pulled away and sat on the sofa, positioning her in a missionary position by dragging her ass on top of his thighs.
Then, he pressed his cockhead on her pussy, moving it up and down on the slit to add further lubricant. When it was enough, Peter pressed his tip against her entrance.
"Yesss!" Laura moans as he gets closer and closer to entering her.
Peter moved in until he felt a thin defense blocking his tip. He gave her a look, and slammed into her, hard, and penetrated fully inside her In a single swing.
Laura screamed loudly as she was impaled with his cock.
"Ahhhhhh!" She moaned, her voice cracking. As his cock rested fully inside her, blood dripped down her inner thighs.
"Mmggg…" Peter groaned, pushing his hips forward, burying his cock deeper within her.
"OH GOD! OH FUCK! OHHHH!" She screamed, and her pussy tightened around his member, milking him.
"You like that?" Peter asks, still thrusting in and out of her.
"Yes! M-Master! A-AHHH! Ahhhhh!" She screams, her eyes rolling back into her head and her pussy clenching around his cock.
"How does it feel? Does it hurt?" Peter asked, pressing his hands on her hips and pumping in and out of her.
"N-No, Master, it doesn't… hurt…"
Peter grabbed her legs and pushed them up, he pushed them to a point they got to her head, and then, he slammed his cock into her even faster, driving her up against the couch as much as possible.
"AHHH! S-Stop it! Stop it, Master!" She cried out, but her pussy was already tightening around his cock, milking him. "Or… O-or I might lose my mind!"
Her eyes were rolled back into her skull, and her legs were twitching. She seemed to be drooling and giggling as he pounded her pussy, getting closer and closer to cumming.
"Tell me what you want, slut. Tell me how to make you cum." Peter ordered, slamming his cock into her harder than ever before.
"I-I-I need it… I need you to fuck me! A-As hard as you can! Fill me up!" She screamed, her head tipping back, her mouth open, gasping for breath.
Peter grabbed her hips and pushed them over the edge.
"I'M CUMMMIIINNNNGGGG!" Laura screamed as she reached her first orgasm. Her pussy squeezed his cock and milked him as her orgasm hit.
Peter's body tensed and his cock erupted inside of her. His seed shot inside of her, filling her womb up and coating her insides.
After he finished cumming, Peter pulled his now limp dick out of her, and Laura collapsed onto the sofa.
He wasn't done yet, though. As he activated [Erection], his cock hardened and doubled up in size, as well as becoming heavier.
Peter grabbed her again and dragged her towards the bedroom. He wanted to do this right.
Once he entered the room, Peter opened his closet and took out a glass cage-one of the 'toys' he'd bought-with a key, and a gag. He took the key and unlocked it, then locked the cage around her neck.
"What is that?" She asked, her head tilted to the side.
Peter ignored her and placed a pillow on the bed.
He looked at her, and she stared back at him.
She was just lying there, naked, her wet pussy glistening and leaking his cum. Her eyes were closed, her breathing ragged and fast, and she was quivering slightly.
"Are you ready to serve me as a real slave?" Peter asked, sitting down on the bed.
"Yes, Master," Laura replied, licking her lips.
Peter smiled, and took his belt from his [Inventory].
He used his free hand to hook one of her ankles to the other leg, locking her legs together. Then he snapped his belt around her waist, making it tight and cutting off her circulation.
"You can only speak when spoken to, understood?" He asked.
"Yes, Master." She whispered.
He put a gag in her mouth, and she nodded.
His cock was standing straight up, thick and hard.
Laura looked at it.
For a second, she thought he was going to ràpe her, Role-play of course, but instead, he grabbed his cock and rubbed it against her wet, gaping pussy.
Her eyes widen as he pushes inside of her pussy.
"A-Ahhhh!" She cries out, her voice muffled by the gag. It was way too bigger than before. She felt like she was being split in half.
"Give me your hands, slut. I need you to hold onto something." Peter told her, grabbing her wrists and tying them together with his belt. "Now, are you ready for me to fuck you?"
Laura nods and mumbles into her gag. "Yesss…"
Peter grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down.
"A-Ahhhh!" She moaned as her pussy stretched even further to accommodate his girth.
"Ready for more?" Peter asked, grabbing her hips and continuing to pound into her.
She moaned, arching her back.
Peter slid his thumb over her clit, rubbing it in circles. He knew she was close to cumming again. He could tell by how tight she was squeezing his cock.
Soon, she was screaming into her gag, her body shaking and twitching.
But Peter kept pounding into her, and soon, he could feel his balls tighten up.
"Cumming! Cumming! YESSSSS! AHHHHH! UGH! FUCK! YESSSS!" Laura screamed through her gag, thrashing her head about and jerking on her restraints.
Peter slapped her across the face while simultaneously spraying her insides with his cum.
Then, he pulled out and let the last few drops drip onto her stomach.
He wasn't done yet.
Peter put his cock on her cute little butthole and pushed it inside.
Laura screamed as his cock pushed its way inside her ass.
"W-Wait!" She cried out, trying to push him off. "I'm not ready!" The gag was off a little, it seems. He needed to do a better job.
Peter said nothing, pushing his cock into her ass even further.
Laura's eyes widened as he pushed all the way inside her. She gasped from the sudden intrusion, but she didn't try to pull away. More like, she couldn't pull away, she was tied. So, she lay down on the bed, accepting her fate.
Peter grabbed her hips and began to slowly pump in and out of her ass, feeling her tight walls grip his cock as he moved in and out of her.
"Mmghh… !" Laura moaned, her eyes closing.
Peter slapped her in the face to snap her out of it.
"O-Okay, okay… ! I'm sorry!" She apologized.
"Sorry? Why should I forgive you?" He asked, still fucking her ass.
"Because… because you're my master, and I serve you, and I love you, and I'll never leave you!" She explained, tears starting to form in her eyes. Tears of joy, to be more precise. Even though she was surprised by her kinks, she enjoyed weird shit too much it seemed.
Peter stopped and looked at her with a frown. "That's not good enough."
"It's all I have to give you, so please take it!" She begged, her voice cracking.
"Alright. I accept your apology." Peter said, pulling his cock out of her ass.
"You will call me 'master', understand?" Peter asked.
"Y-Yes, Master." Laura answered, still sobbing.
"And you will obey every order without question." He added, pulling on the cage-like choker around her throat. "Do you agree?"
"Y-Yes, Master!" Laura responded.
"Good. Now, get on your knees." Peter commanded, laying down on the bed after he undid her restraints.
Laura obeyed instantly, crawling over and positioning herself between his legs. She laid her head on his stomach, waiting for his command.
"Start sucking," Peter ordered.
Laura complied, licking his cock head and wrapping her lips around it.
Peter moaned softly as she sucked on the tip. Her tongue ran over his shaft, swirling around it. She tasted salty and sweet and made him feel good.
When his cock was nice and wet, he grabbed her head and forced it down, stuffing her mouth with his cock.
"Mnngggg!" Laura grunted as he pushed his cock deep into her throat.
She gagged from the sudden intrusion, struggling to swallow his cock.
Peter grabbed her hair and pulled her off his cock, leaving just his cockhead in her mouth.
"Suck my balls." He ordered.
"Yes, Master!" Laura answered immediately, her hands moving to his sack and her mouth following shortly after.
She started licking his balls, sucking them into her mouth, and massaging them with her tongue.
"Ohhh… !" Peter groaned as she sucked his balls.
Then, he grabbed her head and pulled her down, again, forcing her to take all of his cock into her mouth.
"Uuuh… !" She tried to breathe through her nose as he stuffed her mouth full of his cock, but his cock was too big for her to fit completely inside.
He erupted inside her throat, and she gulped down everything.
"Now, pleasure me with your ass, bitch. Make me cum again," Peter ordered.
Laura turned around and lowered her ass to the bed, presenting it to him.
"Ride my cock, slut. Ride it till you cum." Peter ordered.
She climbed on top of him, spreading her legs and placing his cock at her ass.
She slowly sank down onto his cock, inch by inch, until she bottomed out.
"Fuck… !" She moaned as his cock filled her ass, her hands pressing on his abs
"That's it… Take it all." Peter encouraged, grabbing her hips and helping her ride his cock.
"Mmh… Mmh…" She moaned as she rode him.
Peter grabbed her breasts and squeezed them while she was riding his cock.
He kissed her shoulder and neck, enjoying the feel of her body pressed against his.
Laura loved having his cock inside of her. She could feel herself getting closer to another orgasm, and she wanted to cum with him. She wanted to feel him fill her up when she came.
Peter finally felt her ass' deepest parts touch his tip. He grabbed her hips and held on tightly, pulling her down harder on his cock.
"Mmph!" Laura moaned loudly as he hit her deepest parts.
Then, he lifted her up. "Up and down, slut." He ordered, slapping her ass each time she descended down on his cock.
Laura obeyed, riding his cock up and down.
She was panting, moaning, and shaking as she rode his cock. She was almost there…
Suddenly, Peter grabbed her hips and pulled her down hard on his cock, making her scream as he jammed his cock into her ass.
He slammed his cock in and out of her ass, her pain mixed with pleasure as he violated her tight hole.
Peter threw her off his cock, letting her fall onto the bed.
Laura was still sobbing, though less now. She wasn't in any physical pain anymore. Instead, she was overwhelmed by the emotions that flooded her mind.
Emotions that made her feel dirty.
She was a slut.
His slut.
What happened to her? Why was she enjoying pain and abuse all of a sudden? Why was she discovering these fucked up things?
Laura sighed, her eyes closing in on themselves, and soon enough, she fell asleep.
Lord_Kismet: you might have noticed the increase in smut recently, and so have I. I've been practicing my smut recently, but I don't want it to become boring either. So tell me, is the current rate of smut good? Should I increase it, decrease it, or keep it the same?
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Chapter 97
97: Making An Organization [01]
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Peter stared at the SP after he was done with Laura. She was left on the bed twitching and squirming. Her pussy was pulsating out his cum.
He kissed her forehead and cast a [Cleanse] spell on himself and then donned some new clothes. When he was done with that, Peter portal'd inside the warehouse and started working on a little something.
He'd made a lot of progress with his research. The arc reactor was made, a prototype, to be exact, but an arc reactor nonetheless. He was going to use it in technology soon enough. Aside from that, there was the super soldier serum.
After using his own, Hulk's, and She-Hulk's blood, was able to get optimal results for his serum. He used the dead spider Gwen gave him to test some things, it worked pretty well, so he'd been able to make a super serum as well.
It wasn't nearly finished, but he would be there sooner than later.
It wasn't usable on humans yet.
Anyways, Peter had upgraded this place quite a lot. After buying it, he'd bought and moved a lot of things there, and he'd renovated it too.
It took quite the effort since he had to do it covertly, but he was able to do it anyway, and the rest is history.
Peter put the last components of the tech he was making, and leaned back on his chair, taking his special goggles off. He then admired his work for a little bit before going to the hard part.
Testing things out…
He'd made this thing before… But they'd failed always. He didn't even remember what number of the 'thing' he'd built.
There was a small arc reactor inside it, and it had eight legs and two big eyes. It was a robot spider to be more specific.
The metallic one that looked like an insect, only much bigger and stronger.
Its body was covered in a red and black color.
"Now, what should I name you, little one…" Peter whispered, playing with its legs. After a little bit of thinking, he just came up with the most uncreative name. The name itself wasn't uncreative, but him using it was uncreative.
"How about… Mark? Mark Zuckerberg."
The little spider tilted its head. It couldn't understand him per se, it was just listening for specific commands.
Peter sighed; let's build an AI next, shall we?
He would need to read all of Tony's research on artificial intelligence.
… or he could just go and 'ask' for it, and change it however he desired.
Peter would cheat his way through if he could achieve his goal, which was, at this moment, building his own AI.
He leaned back and sighed.
Aside from all this, Peter thought that it was probably time the world faced its first true villain.
Why?
Because Peter was going to build a villainous persona for himself, and use most of his strength to get subordinates. He didn't care about their own agendas or goals, not at all, Peter needed an army for the impending dangers.
And starting now would be a start.
So, Peter went ahead and started with making an identity for himself. More like, a costume, look, and general vibe. He took inspiration from Batman, and some other heroes and villains and made a new suit inside the suit customization of his suit.
After spending almost an hour, he was done with the design.
He'd kept it simple, because he wanted to be able to change it anytime. His outfit was black in color, with white highlights. There were two bat-like wings on his back, and he wore a hoodie underneath his armor, which also served as a sort of mask.
His face wasn't masked though, it was completely blank, with two little holes for eye slits.
It would be like there was nothing but darkness under the hood.
He tested it out, and found that it did everything he expected it to do. It would take a while to get used to it, but it was worth it.
Then he went ahead and practiced his acting skills in front of a mirror.
Time flew by just like that, and soon enough, it was morning already.
Peter went home, ate the food May prepared, and spent some time with May and Laura before he made his way to school.
The entire day was boring like usual, and the only time he found it enjoyable was when he ate in the cafeteria with Felicia.
The rumors were out too it seemed. People were whispering among themselves that he and Felicia had a thing for each other.
Peter would let them think.
Anyways, after school, Peter didn't waste a single second and teleported inside the warehouse.
It was time for his plan to commence.
The Morlocks.
They're the cast-aside mutants that look too different from the norm. No one gave them shelter, no one helped them. They couldn't even blend in with the humans because of their different skin colors and shapes.
Racism at its finest.
But they knew they weren't alone.
There were others like them, and they'd found each other. Some were good, and some were bad.
Some wanted to fight, some wanted to run away and hide.
But they never had a place to call their own.
Until now.
They united inside the sewers, made shelters, made weapons, and made plans. They made do with what they had, and did everything to survive.
They weren't warriors per se, heck, they were so malnourished that Peter doubted that they could even help him.
But…
But the beggars, the ones at the bottom of the society, more often than not, knew more than the so-called civilians.
After all, these poor people had a web all across New York. The Morlocks weren't that big in numbers, sure, but they had their uses. They were useless, to be honest, but Peter needed to start from somewhere and then climb the ladder.
Peter had his reasons for doing this.
He would turn this into a chance to recruit people to his cause.
He would polish these useless bunch into the start of his organization, and then expand. And that was exactly what he was planning to do today.
The gang of Morlocks. They were gathered in the biggest chamber of the sewer, where they had their camp set up. That much Peter knew, so it wasn't hard to find them.
Peter hid behind a wall and observed the Morlocks. They were really poor, and they barely had anything to eat.
Their clothes were rags, their hair was unkempt, and their skin was covered in dirt.
Not to forget their strange appearances.
He would observe for now, from the darkness.
Callisto sighed, kicking another motherfucker that dared challenge her. The challengers had increased in the last few days, and she could only sigh and duel them since that was the rule.
And right about now, after defeating another one of these so-called challengers, her body ached a little. Callisto couldn't help but reminisce about the past.
She was young and beautiful once, living such a perfect life, a life that was so enviable by most. But like most things in life, that lifestyle of hers didn't stay for long, and her life went haywire.
Her right eye was gone, and her face was horribly disfigured.
She sighed, shaking her head. It was in the past, no need to complain; this society didn't give a flying fuck about a mutant like her. She'd done much, rebelling against the society that had no place for a mutant like her, especially since she wasn't beautiful anymore.
But despite all those, there were some who still loved her and fought for her. But it turned out, their love and kindness weren't enough.
So here she was, being scorned by the Society, hated by her fellow mutants.
Dueled against her so they could be the leader instead of her.
And she couldn't keep up for long, she knew that well. Her time was well past its prime, she wouldn't be able to win against someone who was a little bit stronger anymore.
Callisto knew she wouldn't be able to hold the gang together anymore.
But she would even die if she could keep them in order.
"Fuck you," Callisto snarled at her latest challenger, throwing him off balance with her kick. He fell on his ass, groaning.
She didn't let him stand up, and bashed a fucking kick straight into his face. Blood gushed out from his nose as he collapsed on the ground, moaning in pain.
He was probably the weakest one of the bunch, the loser who challenged her just because they thought Callisto was weak.
Pathetic.
Callisto scoffed.
It's been a while since she felt so good, having fun with the challenges. It felt like ages ago when she had such passion for what she did, before all this bullshit started to happen.
She kicked another guy who tried to stand back up, knocking him back down again.
The man groaned, clutching at his forehead.
"You're pretty strong for your age, kid," Callisto remarked, grinning evilly.
"I'm not a kid."
Callisto looked at the boy who spoke, his eyes were hard as stone, determined.
"What are you doing here?"
"I came here to fight you."
"Come the-"
Before she could continue, the temperature dropped by a lot, and the boy in front of her fell down on his knees.
Her body stiffened at the pressure emanating from somewhere.
She looked around in confusion and saw that everyone who was watching was on their knees, trembling.
Only one sole figure stood talk amongst, a figure her gaze stiffened on him. She felt her heart quiver. There was… Something… Something emanating from him… Something that made her want to submit to his will…
"Well then." The man's voice echoed, even though it was quiet. So quiet she had to focus to hear. "We shall begin with the first test."
The people all fell silent, some even finding tears in their eyes as they bowed at the feet of those who had come before them.
"Hmm," the man stepped forward, moving with calm calculated steps. "Let's see if you're worthy to be my subordinates." He stopped next to Callisto, looking down upon her. His eyes fixed on hers.
Even though there was nothing but darkness apparent below the hood, she could still somehow know where the eyes were.
"You are the one in charge?" He asked quietly.
She nodded dumbly.
"I don't know what you have been through, what you did, what you do, and whatever you may be planning to do. I'm the boss from now on. You understand?"
Callisto nodded again, unable to speak anything beyond just a simple nod.
He smiled coldly. "So then, let us begin. First up is your name."
She couldn't see, but she sensed his smile widen as he spoke.
Callisto's heart thundered against her chest, and she was about to open her mouth to speak, but she seemed to snap out of whatever he had everyone under.
She growled and slapped her cheeks, glaring at him.
Who the fuck was this bastard?! What right did he have to ask for her name? Who does he think he is?
Just who the hell was this guy?
"You want to be the leader huh?!" She growled, slamming her fist into her palm. "Fight me!"