To the Knees(Proxima Midnight)
Down on her hands and knees on the ground. Proxima Midnight took in a deep breath. Spider-Man stood over the top of her, in all of his black suit glory. He leaned down and grabbed Proxima by the face, which now wielded the Infinity Gauntlet Spider-Man took from the recently fallen Thanos.
"I've won," Spider-Man said.
Proxima nodded. She understood the web slinger's victory more than anyone else. Spider-Man had her, right where he wanted her. Ready to do anything he wanted to her. He could snap Proxima in half and there was not a thing that she could do about it.
Spider-Man forced Proxima to stand and ripped the armor she wore open. He unraveled the woman's body, the woman who tried to help stomp Spider-Man and his allies into the ground, bit by bit. The mask flew off, to reveal a surprisingly beautiful face, with dark hair, and violet eyes, thick rosy lips, high cheekbones, and a soft looking nose. Proxima Midnight's body had been revealed.
The primal nature of the symbiote, combined with the Infinity Gauntlet, twisted Spider-Man into something else. A conqueror which he felt he always should have been. Spider-Man groped Proxima's breasts, and caused her to hiss. The two round, soft globes appeared to be untouched. Spider-Man ran a finger between her legs and the reaction he received from her.
"No man has touched you, has he?"
"No man...has dared….."
Spider-Man's cock came out, and he slammed Proxima against the side of the wall. Right before slamming his cock inside of her body, being the first man to enter her tight pussy.
"I dare," Spider-Man breathed.
Proxima Midnight cried out, unable to believe how she had been humbled by this so called hero. And how much she liked it. His meaty organ speared inside of her body, stretching her out. Not only stretching her out, but taking her, breaking her, making her his own personal fuck puppet. Spider-Man gripped ahold of Proxima Midnight's hips and punished her with several long and powerful thrusts.
Spider-Man had no thoughts about holding back. She was powerful, strong, and could take the very worst he had to offer. Spider-Man forced himself deep into her body and utterly pounded Proxima Midnight's cunt. The fury in his eyes only just matched the lust in hers.
"Dominate me like it's your birthright!"
Proxima had been spun around after Spider-Man pulled out. Spider-Man toyed with those fine ass cheeks of this powerful woman. The web slinger had her dripping like a teenage virgin, and he could hardly believe such a woman would succumb.
"You long for a true man to take you and humble you," Spider-Man said.
The eyes of Proxima Midnight hazed over. Spider-Man had her number. Rearing back, the web slinger slammed into her body, stretching her out very deeply. Proxima Midnight clutched the wall hard, moaning in thinly disguised aggression from Spider-Man pounding her.
"Mmm, YES!" Proxima yelled. "YES! HARDER! HARDER!
Spider-Man could feel her tightening walls wrap around him and release him, every time he slammed inside of her body. The web slinger leaned into her, grabbing Proxima Midnight tightly around the hips and worked her body over. Her insides clamped around him and released a heavy blast of warm juices around his thick and throbbing organ.
The web slinger grabbed Proxima's breasts and squeezed him. He mauled the woman's delicious ass with multiple strokes and really got her going. Spider-Man leaned into her, thrusting away at her body. Repeatedly taking her, and repeatedly leaning in, in the process of almost breaking her. Spider-Man knew precisely all of the right buttons to push to get Proxima Midnight exploding for him.
"You're mine," Spider-Man breathed in her ear. "Know this...accept this...realize this."
Proxima bit down on her lip and came one more time around him.
Spider-Man pulled out and forced the woman to her knees. He wanted her to feel how wet she was. Spider-Man shoved his cock, dripping with juices, down Proxima's throat. Her eyes, bugged out in pleasure, locked onto his. Spider-Man grabbed ahold of her hair and face-fucked her until red marks appeared on the blue skin around her jaw.
The tendrils of the symbiote came out to play. Hoisting Proxima Midnight up into the air, and teasing her body. The river of juices flooding through her body and the moans from the light teasing.
Spider-Man sat upon the chair which Thanos once sat on, and hovered Proxima Midnight over him. Her pussy lips shined brightly in the light. Breasts heaving madly and Spider-Man pulled her down to grab ahold of her. Proxima Midnight screamed as Spider-Man used his strong hands to manipulate her breasts.
Nipples to full hardness opened up the door for Spider-Man to lean on in and suck on Proxima Midnight's nipple. Good, long, and hard. The sucks grew even louder the faster Spider-Man leaned into her. Sucking on her nipple, Spider-Man sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
Proxima wanted him to take her body. Spider-Man dangled her, turning her around. Now, Spider-Man grabbed ahold of her ass and squeezed it tightly. The heat coming from the body of Proxima Midnight only increased. She breathed in, from Spider-Man pulling her down, and spearing his cock into her body.
"You've lost," Spider-Mans aid.
"A matter of perspective," Proxima said. "Pleasure this good….doesn't feel like a loss."
Spider-Man could concede this point. The corrupted spider powered man manipulated her body in all aspects. Fingers dancing against Proxima's nipples, squeezing her and testing her. Rubbing down her legs and getting more juices flowing. Nibbling the side of Proxima's neck and making her cry out.
All of the ways Spider-Man could make a woman cream herself, he had at his disposal. He learned, very quickly, all fo the ways to send Proxima Midnight over the edge.
It got to the point where Spider-Man realized he had a truly broken woman. One who lived only for his cock and all of the ways Spider-Man could stuff it into her. He used the symbiote tendrils to bounce her up and down. One sliding into her mouth, the other buried deep into her ass, while Spider-Man stuffed his large cock into her body.
True power, something Proxima respected, flowed through Spider-Man. He had let go all all of his delusions and achieved his full potential. Spider-Man slammed harder into her body. Stretching her out and making Proxima Midnight just clutched around him.
A small and ever growing part of this woman craved his seed. Spider-Man's hot breath against her neck only amplified it. The seed of Spider-Man growing inside of her womb, giving him another powerful warrior to achieve his plans. Proxima realized her ultimate purpose.
"Can you feel that? Can you feel the change?"
Spider-Man sunk his fangs into Proxima's neck and made her just hitch in a very deep breath. Yes, Spider-Man had her, right where he wanted her. No question about it. Something about her body changed and energy flowed, pulsed through every single corner of Proxima Midnight's body. She broke out into a cry, lust only increasing through her body the further Spider-Man worked inside of her.
"Feel it, embrace it," Spider-Man breathed in her ear.
The pleasant sensation gave way to the burning. Spider-Man worked into her even faster. Proxima Midnight's insides manipulated to him.
"You are...my master," Proxima breathed.
The final acceptance hit the woman. Spider-Man pushed all the way inside of her body and with one final shove, started to fill her up. The large bursts of seed erupted inside of her body.
The symbiote tightened around Proxima to ensure she would not escape. Not escape until Spider-Man pumped her full of his essence. Claiming this woman for his, and she would not be the first throughout the galaxy, nor the last. The Conqueror smiled when he finished dumping his seed inside of Proxima Midnight's body.
"Yes, I am."
Spider-Man let her descend down from the throne onto her knees. Proxima Midnight, humbled and docile, took her proper place of sucking Spider-Man's cock after the web slinger impregnated her powerful body. The hand with the Infinity Gauntlet rubbing her hand to remind Proxima of Spider-Man's triumph.
End.