Chapter 201: Arc Seven. Chapter One Hundred Ninety-Eight. Seeing Red (NSFW)

“You slept with Laura,” Wanda asked as she ran a hand over Peter's shoulder and he looked up at her, “and almost slept with Ororo and now I find out you slept with Selene.”

“Can we not do this now Wanda. I'm sorry we don't live the way you want us to, and if that screws up a relationship then,“ and he sighed “then I guess that friends are all we can be.”

With everyone settling in and the upcoming conflict with Shaw, the last thing Peter wanted right now was an argument with Wanda. With Carol home and the bonding incident, Peter figured that Wanda had finally plucked up enough courage to finally either reject him or accept things. Her timing was just terrible

Wanda shook her head. “Peter, I do not know how I feel. I feel upset when I see one of the girls go to your room, I feel unhappy when you have to use the shower room alone, I am angry at my father for always interfering in our friendship. I do not know how I feel about you. I like you, I want to,” and she blushed as she looked away, “but I do not know how to. You have so many, I do not want to be just another in a line, waiting for my prince charming to pay attention to me.”

After being bonded to Octave she had asked the symbiote to share and allowed their memories to merge. As she saw life in the warehouse her heart ached. She had thought it was some kind of sex club, where Peter spent his days hopping from bed to bed and treating the women here like toys to be used, but she was wrong. She felt his care and attention, and she wanted it too. She had thought the illusion in Sokovia was a fantasy, not that he cared so deeply about everyone here.

Wanda moved over and sat next to him, placing her hand on his thigh and Peter ran his fingers over it.

“I think I am more upset that Laura just walked up to you and accepted things so easily. I want to, I really do but it’s hard, it’s not how I was raised and I would like a little more stability, something I think we all could do with.”

“So, what with the hands and the touching,”

She looked down at him. “I want to see if this will work, I know I am attracted to you, but we are taught that it’s not right.”

Peter nodded, “yeah,” and as he rubbed the back of his head, “but you can. I mean, do you love your mother but not your father? Or your brother but not your sister. Everyone treats love like some finite thing but then goes on to hate as much as they can. But this works, and yeah, if you’re okay with it then,” and he grinned at her, “come here”

Wanda nodded and undid her top, letting it fall free, her breasts were exactly as he remembered them but this time they were real and he could smell the sweet scent of her perfume over her own salty sweat,

“I want to actually feel you. Sokovia was, frustrating, and you were right, it was a deep desire. I wanted this. You know what, shut up, I am baring myself to you right now and I don’t want to hear about anything else. Now, pants off or do I put my top back on and find a hole to crawl into and die for being so stupid and thinking you actually liked me.”

Peter slid his arm around her and pulled her into his lap, kissing her neck and up till he found her lips, “I have always wanted this Wanda, but I told you, never without your permission,” and as she slid on his lap she ran her hands down his chest,

“I don’t know what this is, I don’t know if I love you or if it is just a stupid competition with the rest, but I want this Peter. My, first, so, be gentle,” and he nodded.

Rather than in the living room, he took Wanda by the hand and they moved into his bed. As she sat down on its edge, Peter let his symbskin top shrink back and she stared, admiring his muscles.

In the dresser by the side of his bed was a small tin of cream. And as he slid it out Wanda stood and wiggled out of her trousers, standing naked before him. Holding one arm with her hand, “this is a lot more embarrassing than in the dreamscape you know,” and Peter smiled and chuckled, 

“Then lets I move so I can’t see it,” and as he sat her down on the bed he tipped her back, kissing down her calf until he reached her thighs, he gently parted her legs and kissed further down,

“The room is soundproof,” and with a gentle flick, he kissed her clit, gently letting his tongue part her lips and kissing down her slit. She ran her fingers through his hair. He was right it was a lot different to the dreamscape and as his tongue gently parted and slipped inside she couldn't help but moan in pleasure.

She knew she wanted this, it was the rest she had doubts about but as Peter kissed and caressed her she didn’t care. Prince Charming was a fairytale, told by her father to make sure she chose a good man, and as his tongue slipped inside her and he kissed her once more, oh god that's good, she thought, but unfair.

Using her mouth was something she would have to get accustomed to doing. While the thought was not unpleasant, seeing Peter's erection made her hesitant and the stories from magazines on the taste left her unwilling, at least today. 

Smirking to herself she closed her eyes and lifted her hands, a red glow enveloped them and then his groin. This she could do, and hopefully, he would enjoy it.

As Peter busied himself tonguing deep into Wanda, he felt a hand gently pulling on him, stroking him gently. “Shh, I need to concentrate, just, let me,” and he didn't even pause before stretching his hands up and running them over her nipples, playing in circles with them and teasing them with his fingers.

As he kissed and licked her, making her squirm and moan, he felt gentle hands caressing his manhood, slowly but enough that he stayed erect. Knowing she was trying her best he gently moved his hips, pushing back against the red energy and it felt good, she would need to practise but as he felt Wanda shudder and clasp her thighs together and he figured at one orgasm was good enough that he could do more. 

As he knelt he got onto the bed, “no mouth?” and she shook her head

“I uh,” and he smiled. 

“It’s fine, no one expects but do you want to see?” and she looked at him as he drifted his eyes down and she saw he was stroking himself. Nodding he began to move a little quicker. “On you?” and as she frowned a little she nodded and he moved a bit closer. As he moaned, “Oh god Wanda,” he spurted a little over her chest, letting it drip down as she jerked back, but as he came over her bare breasts and moved forward and rubbed a nipple over the tip of his manhood. “Oh, that was good,“ and she agreed, seeing the mess he had made but it was good, she had never seen anyone masturbate before and it was intense, not just his hands but the way his face contorted. 

“Do uh, we need a condom?” and he shook his head. She leant over and grabbed a towel, gently mopping up the creamy white liquid. It smells good, she thought and she wondered if he would think she was weird if she just licked herself.

“Even without a symbiote I can keep it inside, I, uh still, you know but it’s not,“ and as Peter fumbled she laughed, even the mighty woman slayer got embarrassed sometimes,

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“Even if you do it inside me, I won’t get pregnant?” and he nodded, “then this?” and as she wiped a tissue over her chest, 

“It’s uh, like the armour, but, you know,” and sniffing it she took a little on her tongue, 

“It’s sweet,” she exclaimed, and he shrugged, 

“the others really like it, the symbiotes go crazy over it.” 

As she looked she lifted one of her breasts and licked it a little and then cleaned it with her tongue, enjoying the sweet taste of him. “Maybe next time,” and he nodded, this was for her, he could get oral from any of the others, this was Wanda’s first and what she wanted was what she got.

“That was hot. So, more?” and she nodded and he moved down the bed, gently parting her legs and moving between them.

“Be gentle, please.” and he kissed her calf. 

“Always.” as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her, he felt the tighter insides shift slightly and she winced, biting a finger as he gently pushed.

“Are you okay?” and she nodded, even though he could see the bite marks on her finger. 

Wanda ran her hands down his chest, “slow is good,” and her face was turning red. As he gently moved back and forth she began to sigh softly at first, the blush spreading down her chest. As he was holding her legs steady Peter kissed her calves and ran his hands over her thighs as he moved.

“Oh,” she gasped and he felt her tighten around him. She closed her eyes and tensed up, pulling him out of her slightly, “oh, god yes. yes, oh god, yes“ she yelled as she came but she pulled herself up the bed and he moved back. He could see her thighs twitch as she orgasmed but even he could see that was her limit. The first time with a symbiote was overwhelming, and Octave was used to the escapade of himself and Liv and was probably sending Wanda into a blissful coma.

As she curled up in a ball, she patted the side of the bed “I. I cannot do more, I am sorry,” but Peter lay next to her and kissed her cheek,

“No one wants pain during sex, I can get a cream if you need it?“ and she nodded. The pain wasn’t bad, but it was enough to know that the still erect monster peeking out from Peter's legs had been inside her. The orgasm from that alone was more than she had ever experienced, having little privacy in a house with her father and brother. No matter what, Wanda knew she would like it here. As Octave worked on healing the torn and tender skin, she knew as well, she wanted a symbiote of her own.

Liv had left a small basket outside Peter's door. In it was the biogel cream, a small selection of cookies and a pitcher of lemonade. A Simple handwritten note, see if she is Bi, was from Gwen, and he laughed to himself before lifting the tray and heading into the house.

“So, it seems we had a visitor,” and Wanda turned red at seeing the tray, “but, you get used to it.” Filling a glass for her he unscrewed the cap and gently covered the swollen and tender looking outer lips with the cream. Wanda moaned as the cooling liquid sent the pain away and the cold lemonade quenched her thirst.

“Of course, they also want to know if women are on the horizon?” and Wanda shimmied up the bed. As he lay next to her, she leant against his chest and his hand stroked the top of her head.

“Women?” and Peter nodded,

“This isn’t a sex party for one. Gwen and Felicia are dating. Liv is open, and MJ.'' Peter frowned and pursed his lips. “MJ is fluid. Some days she is, and some days she isn't, but no one cares. Oh, and Nat definitely isn't. I think the whole sexy accent thing has you on the hopeful list, I don’t think Laura is though, but as we tend to discuss these things as a group, we’ll find out eventually.”

“Sexy accent?” Wanda asked, and Peter nodded enthusiastically, 

“Oh yeah, it's a big thing.”

“Peter, I just lost my virginity to a man, who I now find out is part of a weird open relationship thing. Am I into women? I have never thought about it, do you mind if I was?” and Peter shook his head,

“Why would I? I mean, the only rule we really have is making sure anyone who gets an invite is acceptable to everyone, preferences or not. I mean, Nat was beaten up by Liv before they came to an agreement, just no outsiders. We might be immune to disease but we really don’t want to put that to the test, plus the whole jealousy thing can be an issue.”

“So, let me get his straight, as long as I don’t have sex without anyone outside of the group without permission, then you are all open? Even if you are not present I can say, have sex with MJ?” And Peter shrugged and nodded,

“If you both want, sure.”

“And everyone agreed to this?”

Peter rolled his eyes, expecting the worst.

“I think I might be open to trying,” was all she said as she looked down at her feet.

and Peter was sure he heard Gwen yell, “hell yeah,” in excitement.

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