Peter Parker, Harem-King: Chapter 1 - Captain Marvel

Themes: Harem, Rough Sex, Fucked Silly

Summary: During the final battle, Peter decides he has no choice but to put on the gauntlet, wield the Infinity Stones, and put an end to Thanos and his forces once and for all. It's the OTHER thing that comes to mind when he's about to snap his fingers that Peter didn't really intend to happen...

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"What would you do with unlimited power?"

It was a common enough question, especially for nerds like them. But you never just blurted out the first thing that came to mind, so when Ned asked Peter that very poignant question, Peter just shrugged and pretended like he hadn't thought about it before. Even though he'd thought about it at least a hundred times, lying in bed late at night, his imagination running rampant with such questions.

"I don't know, make myself rich or something?"

Ned scoffed and shook his head.

"C'mon Peter, that's not what you do with omnipotence! That's what you do with Three Wishes!"

Cocking his head to the side, Peter had frowned.

"I thought you just wished for more wishes… isn't that the same as having unlimited power? Or why not just wish for unlimited power in the first place?"

Once again, Ned had been irrevocably disappointed in his friend, letting out a long drawn out sigh as if Peter had made some massive faux pas.

"First of all, of course you TRY to wish for more wishes, but the likelihood of that working based on commonly accepted genie lore is like, second to none. Second of all, if the genie isn't able to just give you more wishes, they definitely aren't going to be able to give you unlimited power. That's why, with three wishes you wish for riches, fame, and for everyone to listen to everything you say."

Peter slowly nods along with Ned. Not that he necessarily agrees with Ned's three wishes, but they're mostly on point. He'd obviously add a lot of caveats to make sure the genie didn't screw him over though. But this conversation wasn't about the Three Wishes question, it was about what they'd do with unlimited power.

"Alright, so what would YOU do with unlimited power, Ned?"

Grinning, his jovial friend shrugs his shoulders.

"Well that's obvious, isn't it? I'd use it to become Harem-King of the Universe!"

They both stare at each other for a moment, and then they laugh, Ned's laughter more real than Peter's, which is a little forced. After all, it was the first idea that had come to his mind as well, when Ned had originally proposed the scenario.

-x-X-x-

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!"

In the present day of 2023, Peter Parker was running for his life. More than that, he was currently running for the lives of everyone in the entire universe. Not just running but leaping and swinging and all the good stuff. It was nice to be back, he had to say. Nice to be alive again… aaaand that thought led to depression, so Peter hurriedly shunted that aside.

All of them, those who'd been snapped by Thanos five years ago, had barely had time to adjust before they were called to battle. They'd barely had time to even find out it'd been five fucking years. So yeah, Peter wasn't thinking about that, in the moment. Especially not with the precious cargo under his arm. Glancing down to make sure Mister Stark's version of the Infinity Gauntlet was still perfectly fine, Peter lets out a breath upon seeing that it is.

And then he ducks and tumbles and springs forward, barely dodging the massive purple hand that closes around where his head had been, moments before. Right, there's a giant purple thumb that wants to destroy everything chasing him. Gotta keep moving! Except, thanks to the Iron Spider suit, combined with his spidey sense, Peter effectively has a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree view of the battlefield.

He knows that Thanos is gaining on him. He knows that the situation is dire. Things are getting desperate, and everywhere he looks, people are fighting for their lives. With Thanos hot on his heels, Peter isn't sure how long he can stay ahead. That's where the idea starts. Even as one of the other heroes suddenly appears out of nowhere to take Thanos down for just a moment, giving Peter some breathing room, he's realizing that even with all the breathing room in the world, he doesn't think he'll manage to get the gauntlet and the stones where they need to go in time.

Maybe… maybe it was up to him. And not just up to him, but TRULY up to him. Sliding down a sharp embankment, Peter stops at the bottom for a moment, breathing rapidly, eyes wide behind his mask. He clutches the gauntlet in his arms. It seems too big for him, but a single glance at it has already had his suit helpfully telling him all about the tech. It was Mister Stark's technology… which meant it was easily capable of interfacing with one of Mister Stark's suits. Like the suit he'd made for Peter, that the young man was wearing right now.

Everyone was in danger. A better solution might not be around the corner. At the end of the day, Peter wouldn't be the hero he said he was if he didn't try. And so, forcibly not thinking about the consequences, without a single out of hesitation, Spider-Man puts the gauntlet on. As expected, it immediately realigns with his arm size, shrinking back to fit his hand like a… well, not a glove, but certainly like a gauntlet.

It fits onto his Iron Spider suit without a single issue… and then there's pain. Peter gasps as he feels sharp shoots of pain up each of his fingers, through his arm, into his shoulder. He grabs the gauntlet with his other hand to hold himself steady, even as he brings his fingers up into position for a snap. It's as Peter is staring at those fingers, poised to snap Thanos and his army out of existence, that he realizes in this moment that he has unlimited power at his fingertips.

So of course, as much as he does NOT want to be thinking about THAT right now, the conversation from before, with Ned, all those years ago, pops into his head.

What would you do with unlimited power, then?

I'd use it to become Harem-King of the Universe, of course!

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck. As he hears a distinctly Thanos-sized roar coming from behind him, heralding the approach of the purple thumb, Peter knows it's now or never. So, he snaps his fingers, all while thinking 'don't think about being Harem-King of the Universe, don't think about being Harem-King of the Universe, don't-!"

SNAP!

It all goes white for a moment, and in that moment, Peter thinks he might be dying. And if that's what it takes to get rid of Thanos, if that's what it takes to save everyone… then that's okay. He's okay with dying again. This time… he's ready to go.

But no, in the end, that's not what happens. The blinding white light clears out of Peter's vision a moment later, and he feels fine. Better than fine, in fact, he feels stronger and healthier than ever before, oddly enough. For a split second, Peter wonders if it even worked, looking down at the gauntlet, the infinity stones shining up at him. Was that just them adjusting to him, or something? Did he need to snap his fingers again now, had he done it too soon?

However, that's when he hears it. Silence, falling over the battlefield. And then he SEES it too, looking up to watch as one of the massive alien leviathans falls from the sky, but scatters to so much dust on the wind before it can even crash into the ground. All over the battlefield, in Peter's field of vision at least, everything that belongs to Thanos is… dying.

He can't see the purple thumb himself; the bastard is still somewhere behind him, but Peter goes ahead and takes the liberty of assuming Thanos himself is dead or dying as well. Slumping back against the incline of the hill he's sat against; Peter lets out a relieved sigh. He'd… he'd done it. He'd saved the day. Fuck yes.

And then a woman akin to a golden goddess herself ascends from the sky down to him, flying under her own power, wearing an absolutely kick-ass (and incredibly form-fitting) red, blue, and gold costume. Peter stares at her, trying not to spend too much time ogling her body, and instead focuses on her smiling face as she touches down in front of him and steps up to where he's sat.

Leaning forward with her hands on her knees, in that moment, Peter feels the need to… say something, anything.

"H-Hi, I-I'm Peter!"

Anything but that. He immediately feels so damn dumb for just… giving away his real name like that. Still, her smile just widens further.

"Hi Peter, I'm Carol. Got something for me?"

He assumes that she's talking about the gauntlet, which… he vaguely remembers some plan to send back in time, or at least, a plan to send the infinity stones back in time. So maybe she was going to take it and do that? Well, he was done with it. He'd had enough of unlimited power for a lifetime, he figured. Holding up the arm with the gauntlet fused into his suit, he offers it to her.

"S-Sure."

However, rather than reaching out to pull the gauntlet off of him, Carol… sinks to her knees instead. Peter doesn't even really understand what's happening when he finds a head of short blonde hair pushing up into the palm of the gauntlet, almost as if she's nuzzling his hand. At the same time, the absolutely gorgeous heroine reaches out and does something to his suit, something he was pretty sure she shouldn't have just known how to do. She activates the crotch plate from the outside and a moment later Peter's cock flops out and into her hands.

Taking hold of it most eagerly, the blonde strokes his length up and down, and then leans in with her lips open wide to suck the growing erection into her mouth. Peter's hand now atop her head follows after her, and his fingers lace through her short hairdo as Carol begins to happily, eagerly, and enthusiastically give him the sloppiest, most utterly worshipful blowjob that Peter has ever received.

… To be fair, it's the only blowjob he's ever received, but Peter is pretty sure it would still take the cake, even if he did have more experience in getting fellatio from pretty girls. Mostly because Carol isn't just a pretty girl, she's a smoking hot woman, and it's clear she's got a technique that none of the ladies Peter's age could ever hope to match.

Groaning, the young man tosses his head back. Part of him is screaming at him for even letting this happen, for not immediately stopping her from sucking him off right there in the middle of the battlefield. Sure, the battle is won, but that didn't mean they were ALONE by any stretch of the imagination! That part of him was currently being overruled by Peter's hindbrain though.

Still, even with his Neanderthal side showing right in that moment, even with him thoroughly enjoying Carol's tongue slathering up and down his length as her lips suction down around his thickness, Peter can't help but puzzle out what's happened. It's obvious to someone as smart as him, after all. Hell, it'd probably be obvious to someone half as smart as him.

He'd fucking done it. It was the pink elephant conundrum. When you told someone not to think about pink elephants, what were they going to do? They were going to think about pink elephants. It was impossible not to, at that point. He'd tried desperately to focus on getting rid of Thanos and his armies, but that stupid conversation had snuck its way into his thoughts, and at the same moment he'd snapped his fingers, Peter had been desperately trying (and failing) to not think about becoming Harem-King of the Universe.

While it was possible that this Carol lady was just incredibly slutty and hyped up on post-battle adrenaline, Peter didn't think it was likely. Especially not when he looked out across the portion of the battlefield he could see from where he was sat, only to find far more female faces and bodies than he remembered seeing before.

… That wasn't to say that there hadn't been a respectable amount of women fighting for the fate of the universe BEFORE he'd snapped his fingers, but now Peter didn't see a single man besides himself anywhere in his field of vision. His heart was beginning to sink at the conclusions that THAT brought up.

Carol was still sucking his cock, and Peter was starting to get close to an ejaculation now. His first instinct, now that he knew what was happening, was that this was wrong. He needed to… he should undo it. He should- oh fuck, he was cumming. Peter's eyes lift heaven ward and his fingers, encased still in the infinity gauntlet, grip tightly at Carol's blonde bob as he holds her in place and unloads into her mouth. Captain Marvel, he's pretty sure he heard from one of the others. Her 'superhero' name was supposed to be Captain Marvel.

Well, the way she swallows down every last drop of his load is certainly a marvel, and Peter finds himself in a little bit of a daze after the fact. By the time he recovers, it's to see that Carol has pulled away and turned herself around. It's her own costume that she's split open this time, and on her hands and knees before him, Captain Marvel is spreading her pussy lips apart and showing off a truly spectacular white ass as she looks back over her shoulder and smiles winningly at him.

"Mm, please Peter, give me that big, fat cock of yours. I'm begging you; I NEED a good fuck. You're the only man I want inside of me… my King."

… He's just a man, at the end of the day. Coming up off of his ass and onto his knees, Peter swallows thickly as he crouches behind Captain Marvel, his eyes focused on her heart-shaped ass and the dripping wet slit nestled between her creamy thighs. This was definitely a woman who's body didn't get too much sun; likely due to the costume she wore that covered her from neck to toe.

Just this one time. That's what Peter tells himself, as he grabs hold of Carol's ass cheeks and begins to grope and knead them experimentally. He's just going to fuck Captain Marvel, and after that, he'll turn everything and everyone back to normal. Carol makes the decision all the easier for him when she moans throatily, wiggling her hips expressively in his grasp.

"Oooh, enjoying yourself, Peter? Feel free. I'm yours to play with, however you want. It's my duty… and my distinct pleasure to serve you, Your Grace."

Holy shit, he really was Harem-King of the Universe. Swallowing thickly and pushing back the ridiculousness that had become his life, Peter brings his throbbing cock to bear on Carol's exposed cunt. Despite having just cum, despite their surroundings and this really not being the most convenient setting for sex to take place in, Peter is still undeniably rock hard. His member is pulsating with need, as he pushes the tip against Carol's slit.

She gasps and she moans, and eagerly pushes her hips back towards him, causing him to sink a couple of inches into her pussy right then and there. Not to be out done, not wanting his first time to be completely decided by this blonde sex bomb, Peter hurries himself up, realizing how impatient Carol is. In his haste, he thrusts forward DEEP into the short-haired heroine, and Carol cries out, arching her back and tilting her head up.

Her insides squeeze down around him as she moans throatily, and Peter grunts at just how TIGHT her inner walls can get, how she's flexing and milking his member. He's just about to cum, but he doesn't WANT to cum yet… and just like that, he finds he doesn't have to. Blinking dumbly as he stares down at Carol's heart-shaped ass, Peter realizes that he has direct control over when he releases.

Before, when she'd been sucking him off, he hadn't even tried to hold back. It'd felt too good to hold back. But now it felt too good to let go. If this was going to be the only thing, he did with the power he'd accidentally gave himself, Peter wanted it to last at least a little while longer. He wanted to experience the full breadth that was fucking Captain Marvel, before he finally came.

So, he chose not to cum. Apparently that was a thing he could do now. Recovering from the surprise of that rather quickly, Peter realizes Carol is currently gyrating on his cock, trying to pull him from his momentary stupor. Gripping down tightly, to his surprise, he actually manages to hold her fast. Now, Peter didn't really know Carol all that well, but from what he had seen in the short period of time since he'd come back, she was pretty damn powerful. Destroying Thanos' flagship upon arrival was enough to tell him that.

And yet, Peter was holding her still. Peter was keeping her in place with nothing more than his own personal strength. A low whine leaves Carol's throat as she looks back over her shoulder at him and pouts.

"You're so strong, Your Grace! But please, don't tease me any longer~"

He was strong. Stronger even. His eyes slide down to the gauntlet, to the infinity stones which even now, he somehow wields. Was that part of his inadvertent wish to become Harem-King? He'd basically made himself strong enough to wield the infinity stones in perpetuity? More importantly, was he really wasting time thinking about all of THAT, rather than fucking the blonde babe currently on her hands and knees in front of him?!

Without further ado, Peter begins to thrust. It's his first time, of course. He's got no idea what he's really doing. But enthusiasm can make up for inexperience, Peter quickly discovers, or at least it does when you're Harem-King of the Universe. His powerful, deep thrusts soon send Carol into convulsions, and while at first Peter is worried, he's hurting her, she manages to stutter out a 'don't you DARE stop' when he begins to slow down. That's when Peter realizes he's not hurting her, she's orgasming.

Having a woman as beautiful and drop-dead gorgeous as Captain Marvel orgasming on his cock as he fucks her, well, it's certainly reaffirming in many ways. It makes him want to fuck her all the more, so that's what Peter does. But he kind of goes a little overboard, because the blonde's ecstatic screaming is likely heard the entire battlefield over. They're almost certainly attracting attention, but Peter puts that out of his mind, deciding not to concern himself with such things for the moment.

After all, right now, he's Harem-King of the Universe, so no one is going to come and STOP him from fucking Captain Marvel doggystyle like she's his bitch. And after he's done with her and he snaps his fingers and turns everything back to normal (save for Thanos and his armies, those are staying gone) he'll just make it, so nobody remembers this.

Perfectly logical, right? Fuck, Carol is so tight and so hot and Peter… Peter just wants to smack that ass. The impulsive desire comes out of nowhere, but after a moment of gripping and squeezing her toned, pale buttocks all the harder, Peter realizes that there's no reason NOT to do it… so he does it. His palm lifts up, and then his palm comes down, and he times the spanking with one of his thrusts. Carol reacts BEAUTIFULLY, shrieking and, now that Peter was getting better at telling the difference, climaxing immediately on his cock.

Her inner walls tighten and squeeze around his member so hard, so powerfully, that Peter half-expects himself to be stopped in place by them. But that never happens, not once. He's too strong for her to hold him fast inside of herself, for her to squeeze down hard enough to stop him in his tracks. Carol can't stop him, and the results speak for herself as eventually the short-haired blonde falls forward, flat on her face, hiking her hips all the higher up into the air to offer her cunt to him to keep fucking and her reddened ass to him to keep smacking.

Peter loses track of just how many times Captain Marvel cums on his cock before he finally allows himself to unload inside of her. He tries to count them at first, once he realizes what an orgasm from the older woman feels like, before eventually he just gives up, unable to focus on keeping track while his own pleasure is overwhelming him. Unfortunately, he knows that all good things come to an end.

But what a spectacular end it is, and Peter tilts his head back, his eyes closed as he groans loudly. Not loud enough to be heard over Carol's blissful squealing as he fills her womb with his seed, as he plants his hot, white cum deep inside of her. Still, they're both lost in the throes of ecstasy for a long moment… and then it's over, and Peter knows it's time to change things back.

However, before he can so much as pull out of Carol's freshly creampied cunt, before he can even bring his fingers up to snap once more and change everything back to the way it was, Peter opens his eyes to come face to face with an utterly gorgeous dark-skinned woman. She was the one that was riding the Pegasus earlier, and looking past her, Peter can see it a few dozen feet away, watching it's mistress approach.

… Just as he can see the white and silver armor that she's been discarding as she strode up to him, leaving her wearing nothing but her vambraces and some ankle guards. Standing there with quite a lot of glorious, dark skin on display, the warrior woman smiles at him sunnily, her chocolate-brown eyes traveling up and down his body, only for her smile to grow as it becomes apparent, she likes what she sees.

One hand slips down the length of her body as she spreads her legs slightly, and Peter watches her fingers dip between her thighs not just suggestively, but downright perversely. As she shlicks herself with her digits, getting dangerously close to fingering herself outright, the beautiful dark-skinned babe leans forward and licks her lips seductively.

"The name's Valkyrie, my King. Care to prove yourself more worthy of my loyalty than the last two fools to take up that title?"

It's not that his cock jumps inside of Carol… but the exhausted short-haired blonde does jolt a bit as he swallows thickly. He shouldn't… he really shouldn't give into temptation. If he allows this to happen, if he pulls out of Captain Marvel, only to stick it in Valkyrie next… where does it end? When does he change things back? And yet, with the beautiful dark-skinned woman offering herself to him, how is Peter to say no? Fuck, this is such a bad idea…

And yet, he still pulls out of Carol and stands up. Most of his body is still covered in the Iron Spider Suit, but not his cock. His sizable cock, which even now is fully erect and pointed directly at the naked beauty before him. Valkyrie's eyes slide down to it and subsequently brighten with intense excitement.

"Oh, well now… that's quite the majestic member, Your Majesty."

As she begins to strut forward, Peter swallows thickly but squares his shoulders and moves to meet her. After this, he'll undo it. After this, he'll reverse his mistake. Definitely.