The Production: Chapter - 6 (The End)

Red Sonja… Will Return.

As the words play across the television screen at the end of the credits, Mary Jane Watson finds herself sitting stock still on the couch, nestled into her boyfriend's side and waiting with bated breath to hear his reaction.

It was one thing to feel like you'd done a good job. It was one thing to already know the early reviews from the critics and to also know just how well the movie was doing on its streaming service. But there was nothing quite like the approval… or lack thereof, of your loved ones.

"Wow… that was really, really good."

MJ brightens up immediately at Peter's words, looking up at her boyfriend just in time to see him blanch a little as he looks down at her.

"N-Not that I didn't think it was going to be amazing, Mary Jane! Rather… I knew YOU were going to be amazing, of course. I just had my doubts about Mysterio, you know?"

Smirking, Mary Jane punches Peter in the shoulder hard on her producer's behalf, which in turn makes him wince and hiss as he rubs his shoulder where she hit him. Rolling her eyes, the red head gives her boyfriend a pointed look.

"Quentin put a lot of his heart and soul into this project from start to finish, Peter. You underestimate him."

The emphasis MJ puts on 'Quentin' reminds Peter that the man was trying his best to move away from his villainous past. Yes, Quentin Beck had once been the supervillain known as Mysterio. Yes, he'd used his incredibly advanced technology to make himself appear as a Master of Illusions and proved to be no small pain in Spider-Man's ass for a time.

But that was in the past. Quentin had done his time and paid his debt to society. He was just trying to make his way in the world now, and it wasn't fair to have his mistakes brought up at every twist and turn.

Giving MJ an apologetic look, Peter nods amicably, even as he more snugly wraps his arm around her shoulders.

"You're right, of course. Still… you and Quentin really made something amazing. Like creating a brand new renewable energy in a cave with a box of scraps or something, you know? Simply incredible."

Brushing aside Peter's rather odd analogy, MJ does a little shimmy, letting the pride well up in her chest at her boyfriend's praise. Obviously SHE knew from beginning to end that they had a banger of a movie on their hands… but she had to admit, there'd been moments where she had her doubts.

Even still, Quentin had been so appalled that his art was seen as just a cheap joke to some devil that he'd gone ahead and edited the film into something even Mary Jane hadn't expected. He'd made the movie into a proper Red Sonja Isekai using his super-realistic VR technology and some masterclass editing. He'd even removed some of the sleazier scenes, like MJ's 'negotiations' with New York's Finest, and turned the rest of the sex scenes into something tasteful and critically acclaimed.

'Red Sonja: Devilish Fate' was THE number one film on streaming for the week, across every platform. That was… honestly insane. Sure, it wasn't some massive blockbuster that had made a billion dollars or anything, but it felt like the project really had legs to it, and MJ had to admit, she was excited to continue playing the role of Red Sonja in any number of properties to come. Especially after the payday she'd gotten.

Meanwhile, she and Peter had reconciled and were back together, of course. Finding out you were broken up by a damn devil and his pet succubus was more than enough to make the stubborn couple find a way to make things work. Peter had promised to stop looking to the past and instead treasure the present he had with MJ, while MJ had forgiven him for falling for that blasted succubus in a Gwen-suit in the first place.

Though Peter still insisted that pheromones and mind control were involved. MJ had decided to let him have that particular argument in the end.

Peter was also happy, to MJ's surprise, to get the unedited footage of the film shoot. She'd been incredibly embarrassed by all of it, but Peter just claimed that it showed a very different side of his beautiful girlfriend that he'd always treated like a delicate flower, and that seeing her let her hair down like that was actually pretty hot.

Privately, MJ wondered if Peter would feel the same way if any of the men she'd wound up having sex with had been better endowed than him. She'd noticed just how smug he was when he nonchalantly noted that he actually had a bigger dick than even Luke Cage, something that had MJ rolling her eyes.

Still…

"Mm, so incredible in fact that I feel the need to worship my beautiful warrior goddess some more~"

MJ blushes as Peter's free hand suddenly moves between her legs. She moans as he begins touching her, only for said moans to be swallowed up by his lips on her lips. Their tongues wrestle with one another and the two swap spit for a moment before Peter pulls away and slips off the couch entirely to kneel between her thighs.

Gasping as he yanks her legs out further, leaving her ass on the edge of the couch cushion and her feet on the coffee table behind his head, Mary Jane Watson watches as her boyfriend dives down betwixt her creamy thighs and begins going to town on her pussy right there on the spot.

She immediately clamps down in response, causing Peter to have to tap her leg with a hand until she relents, but then he's all tongue action, and MJ is moaning up a storm as she reaches down and cards her fingers through his short brown hair.

… Yeah, she kept the superhuman strength for some reason. For all intents and purposes, she was actually Red Sonja in this world now, on top of PLAYING Red Sonja on a screen. It was a little weird, but also… kind of awesome? For the longest time, MJ and Peter's biggest relationship issue was his need to be Spider-Man. The powers he had came with a responsibility to use them, or so he'd always said.

Mary Jane had never really been able to accept that. Moreover, she'd never really been able to understand it if she was being honest. It was a combination of wanting Peter to be safe and wishing she could be by his side to MAKE him safe. But… that wasn't really an issue anymore, was it?

MJ wasn't the delicate little flower she'd once been. The beautiful red-haired supermodel suddenly had power, superstrength and super-durability in line with Peter's own. They were finally, for the first time in their whole relationship, on an even playing field.

Him wincing after she punched him in the shoulder earlier wasn't an act. Him having to tap her when she clenched her thighs around his head hard enough to pop a normal human's skull like a watermelon wasn't an act. She really was as strong as Red Sonja, and while that probably didn't make her QUITE as strong as Spider-Man… it was close enough for her purposes.

Letting out a mewling cry, Mary Jane arches her back as Peter's tongue finds the deepest parts of her. She moans as he eats her out slavishly, worshipping and lavishing attention upon her beyond her wildest expectations. Finally, she cums, squirting her pussy juices into Peter's mouth, which he has no issue swallowing.

Then, he pulls back, a wide and messy grin on his face as he looks down at her. His boxer shorts are tented with his massive cock, and as MJ lays there, she bites her lower lip while staring at it, before finally looking up into his face.

"Take me to bed, tiger. And don't hold back~"

Letting out a lustful growl, Peter doesn't have to be told twice. He reaches down and scoops MJ up quick as a flash, causing her to squeal in excitement as he carries her over his shoulder like a barbarian carrying his conquest. Before, he might have insisted on a bridal carry… but now they both know a lot more about each other, don't they? Specifically, Peter knows what MJ likes and what sort of woman she is now.

Reaching the bedroom, he tosses her down onto the bed, where MJ quickly shucks off her pajama bottoms and top, stripping naked in record time as Peter discards his boxers and leaps on top of her. His hands go to her ankles, lifting her legs high into the air on either side of them before sliding down to her thicc, creamy, powerfully built thighs.

His fingers dig into her toned inner thighs as he places the massive head of his cock against her dripping and drooling pussy… and then thrusts in. Mary Jane groans as Peter fills her with his member in one fell swoop. Before everything that happened, their sex life had been so much tamer. It'd had to be, given she was a normal human woman and he was enhanced the way he was.

But now? Now she can take it. She can take a pounding more than ever before, and Peter doesn't have to hold back one ounce of his super-strength anymore. He's still stronger than her, which MJ likes because she honestly loves being manhandled by a man she trusts… but she's tough enough to take what he can dish out and come back begging for more just a few seconds later.

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

As flesh slaps against flesh, as Peter fucks her with relentless and unending force, Mary Jane moans, tossing her head back, reaching above herself to clutch at the bedding. He fucks her like an animal… like a beast. And she loves every last bit of it.

Fortunately, while the bed does rock and jolt underneath them, they'd already taken care of that particular issue after the first time they'd had sex upon getting back together. Namely, when Peter had realized he didn't have to hold back for HER sake anymore, he'd fucked her so hard that they'd not only destroyed their bedframe, but they'd also done structural damage to the wall of the building that the bed was pushed up against.

After that, they'd both reached out to their respective 'contacts' and gotten things taken care of. Peter had managed to get Tony Stark of all people to build him an indestructible bed frame, while MJ had been able to talk Quentin into helping her repair the building's structural damage on the downlow, as well as reinforce that wall so it could take… repeated impacts going forward.

In the end, there's nothing stopping them from going all out, and Mary Jane lets out a lewd cry as her boyfriend rails her into the bed, slamming home into her gushing cunt again and again and again.

She clings to him, her arms wrapped around his neck and pulling him down into another tongue-filled kiss. As they makeout, her legs stay raised high into the air, her feet knocking back and forth while his cock pistons in and out of her. He's right about one thing… he IS the biggest man she's ever been with. That hadn't meant much before. Size wasn't everything and the fact that Peter couldn't bring his full size or power to bear without hurting the original her had been a… limiting factor in their relationship.

But now? As she cries out and cums on Peter's cock again and again, MJ begins to wonder if her new powers are making her something of a Size Queen. It seems silly to think this about your boyfriend… but she's beginning to suspect Peter might soon ruin her for other men. Which is good, right? Though it does depend on what Quentin wants to do with Red Sonja going forward, Mary Jane supposes.

Ah, but that's all in the future. For now, she lets herself be washed away in the pleasure and ecstasy of the moment. She lets herself lose control and enjoys the way her boyfriend pins her down and makes her his woman with his big fat cock and his super-strength.

Bed creaking and shaking under their rough coitus, MJ's moans and Peter's groans filling each other's mouths… they fuck well into morning. And hey, maybe MJ has found another way to keep Peter occupied as well, because so long as he's fucking her all night long, he's not out being Spider-Man and risking life and limb, now is he?