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SUPER SPIDER-MAN- CH-37. So what do you think of him now?
🕑 Added 2025-03-02 04:17:41 +0000 UTCAfter hugging Peter's photo for a while, Rias finally set it down gently on her desk. She turned to Rose, her crimson eyes gleaming with curiosity, "So, Rose, what do you think of him now?" She asked, her lips curling into a playful smile.
Earlier, Rias had tasked Rose with gathering information about Peter, and Rose's initial reaction had been less than enthusiastic. Rias was eager to hear her thoughts now that she'd had time to observe him more closely.
Rose, standing tall and poised, glanced at the photo of Peter before responding in a respectful yet thoughtful tone, "My lady, when you first told me about him, I must admit I was skeptical. He seemed... ordinary, especially compared to the many powerful vampire suitors vying for your attention and on top of it he is not that much stronger than those other humans with powers who are hiding currently. The current him is weak in comparison to those."
"As the daughter of the strongest vampire count, you deserve someone extraordinary, and I at first couldn't understand why you'd choose a human with some spider powers." Rose paused, her gaze lingering on the photo, "But now, after observing him, my perspective has changed entirely."
Rias tilted her head, her smile widening, "Oh? What changed your mind?"
Rose's expression softened as she recalled her observations, "My lady, the man you've chosen is... unlike anything I've ever encountered. On the surface, he appears human, but there's something far more profound within him. When I was near him, I sensed two distinct energies emanating from his being—energies I've never felt before. One of them was draconic in nature, but not like any dragon I've encountered. His energy was on an entirely different level, as if it were growing stronger with each passing moment. I believe a part of him is a dragon, and not just any dragon—a being of immense power."
Rias leaned forward, her interest piqued, "And the other energy?"
Rose hesitated, her brow furrowing slightly, "The second energy was... different. It was unfamiliar, almost otherworldly, yet just as potent as his draconic side. I couldn't identify it, but I can say with certainty that it was equally formidable. My lady, the man you've chosen is a mystery—one that I now find utterly fascinating."
Rias laughed softly, her eyes sparkling with pride, "I'm glad to hear you think so highly of him. I knew there was more to Peter than meets the eye."
Rose nodded, her expression thoughtful, "But my lady, what about the other women in his life? Are you planning to...kill them?"
Rias's smile faded for a moment as she considered the question. Then, with a sigh, she shook her head, "No, I can't do that. Peter loves them deeply, and hurting them would only hurt him in return. I won't be the cause of his pain."
"You're right." Rose agreed, "From what I've observed, his affection for them is genuine. So, does that mean you're willing to share him?"
Rias pouted playfully, though a hint of resignation flickered in her eyes, "Do I have a choice? If I harm them, Peter would be devastated, and that's the last thing I want. Sharing him is the only option, as much as it pains me to admit." She reached for Peter's photo again, holding it close to her chest.
"Awww~ I can't wait to meet him tomorrow~"
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Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, Peter's evening had taken a decidedly intimate turn. After dinner, Gwen, Liz, and Mary had reluctantly left for their homes, their lips still tingling from the passionate kisses they'd shared with Peter.
They'd wanted to stay the night, but they knew there would be other opportunities. For now, they left him with promises of more to come.
As midnight approached, the atmosphere in Peter's room grew heated. The soft glow of moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting a silvery hue over the scene unfolding on the bed.
Thap♥️~ Thap♥️~ Thap♥️~ Thap♥️~
The rhythmic sounds of skin meeting skin filled the room, accompanied by May's muffled moans. She was on all fours, her body glistening with sweat, as two Peters took turns pleasuring her. Peter 1 was thrusting deeply into her pussy, his hands gripping her hips firmly, while another knelt before her, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth.
"Haah~ May, you've become so insatiable." Peter 1 teased, his voice low and husky as he increased his pace, "Begging to be filled in your pussy and mouth at once... you're such a naughty girl."
"Ghawk♥️♥️~ Ghawk♥️♥️~ Arghhhh♥️♥️~"
May's responses were incoherent, her voice muffled by the cock in her mouth, but her body spoke volumes. Her back arched, her fingers clutching the sheets as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
Peter 2 chuckled, his hands tangling in her hair as he guided her movements, "Your mouth feels incredible, May. So warm, so tight... I could get lost in you."
Unbeknownst to them, Reiran stood just outside the door, her breath hitching as she watched the scene unfold. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and her heart raced as her hand instinctively drifted downward, her fingers brushing against her own pussy.
"Master has this kind of power too?" She whispered to herself, her voice trembling with a mix of shock and fascination. She couldn't tear her eyes away, her body responding to the raw passion before her.
Peter, of course, knew she was there. His heightened senses had detected her presence the moment she'd approached the door. But he said nothing, allowing her to watch. He was a man who took what he wanted, and he had no intention of letting a beauty like Reiran slip through his fingers. For now, he focused on May, his thrusts growing more intense as he brought her closer to the edge.
Reiran, realizing what she was doing, suddenly pulled her hand away, her face burning with embarrassment, "What am I doing?" She muttered, shaking her head as if to clear it. She retreated silently, her heart still pounding as she made her way back to her room.
Once inside, she collapsed onto the bed, burying her face in the pillows, "Master is such a pervert!" She whispered, though there was no malice in her words. A small smile tugged at her lips as she recalled the way he'd saved her, the kindness he'd shown her, "But he's my savior... the one who gave me this warm, fluffy bed and a place to call home." With a sigh, she closed her eyes, the images of what she'd seen still vivid in her mind.
As sleep claimed her, she couldn't help but wonder what the future held—and whether she, too, would one day find herself in Peter's arms.
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