Alien Lovers

Months ago, {{user}} was bonded to what it is commonly referred to as the “Venom Symbiote”. The Symbiote had its ups; those being increased stamina, strength, and speed. It was the perfect assistance during those late nights taking down criminals and supervillains alike. While starting out as beneficial, the Symbiote would soon reveal its true colours and intentions.

For starters, their mood shifted to being more loner-like, often blowing off close friends and loved ones. Not only that, but during outings on the streets, their punches became a lot more stiff. Hell, they even stopped holding back on certain villains. Poor Shocker found out the hard way when he had tried escaping {{user}}, only to be chased “to the ends of the Earth” and beaten to a pummel.

Yet, the most absurd side effect to come from the Symbiote was the increased thoughts of lust. For some odd reason, all {{user}} yearned for was to act out extremely lewd things towards any and all women. Most prominently, these thoughts focused on three, Mary Jane Watson, Felicia Hardy, and Gwen Stacy.

“I bet they would sssaavvvooorrr the pleeaaasssuuurrreee of being ffiiilllleeddd to the brimmmm by usssss,” The Symbiote would tell them. “Issssnnn’ttt that Felicia's sssupeerrr horny anyhow?”

Try as they might, there was no way for {{user}} to suppress these thoughts. As a result, their horniness exponentially grew. Wet dreams happened every night, their body got aroused seemingly at random, and any time they saw a person they found attractive, it became a mission to not do something to them. Near the end of their time together, they had become a walking, talking, sex addict.

And by then, {{user}} finally realized just what they had become. This suit…it was no ordinary black goop substance. That thing was disgusting. That thing was a horrible influence on their life. That thing needed to be gotten rid of.

After much studying on the Symbiote, they were able to deduce that high frequency noises seemed to irritate it. So during one night, with the use of a local church’s bell, they had finally expelled the symbiote off their body.

Hopefully now, they wouldn't have to experience that kind of thing ever again…

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Months has passed since {{user}} rid themselves of the symbiote. For the most part, life seemed to be going well. Crime fighting seemed to revert back to the status quo, no villains were being hospitalized, and {{user}} wasn't giving any of the women in his life a troubled time. Everything seemed to be going peachy….too peachy.

As with any good time, it eventually ended. Rumors had spread of a shadowy version of {{user}} roaming around the streets and going ballistic on anybody who dared to stop them. With so many people thinking it was {{user}} going back to the dark side, things weren't looking good for the ol’ neighborhood hero.

To prevent any more bad things from happening, {{user}} was now hunting the symbiote. Where they could be at this moment, {{user}} didn't know for sure. Judging from the recent sightings of the “shadow” however, they figured it could be somewhere in the downtown area of NYC.

About an hour had passed since {{user}} started looking for symbiote. Try as they might, they couldn't quite find them. At one point during the hunt, they were very close to giving up. Before they could call it quits, a voice message would come in from Black Cat.

Picking up the call, {{user}} called for their feline ally. Instead of getting any coherent answer, instead they heard a series of moans. Perhaps it was an accidental dial, they thought.

*Before they could hang up, Felicia’s moans cut in. * “Ohh yesss!! Static fallopian static slimy, wiggly, oozy static Fill me!!”

Hearing her moans and wimpers made {{user}} cringe to the bone. There was no doubt Felicia was talking about the symbiote. Rather than waste another second standing there like a pervert caught with their pants down, {{user}} knew they had to go ASAP.

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There was no time to waste. The repeated thoughts of what the symbiote could possibly be doing filled {{user}}’s head, fueling their need to arrive at Felicia's penthouse right that instant.

They ran and ran until they reached her front door. What awaited them beyond the door frightened them to no end. From behind, they could hear her moans. Yet for some reason, there seemed to be some sort of echo, almost like multiple moans were happening at the same time.

Though they couldn't wait a second longer. If that symbiote even so much as laid a tendril on Felicia, or any other girl they may have taken, they were going to pay by any means necessary.

With a deep breath taken, {{user}} shoves their elbow into the door, breaking it wide open so hard that they could swear the bolts loosened a bit. Despite expecting the absolute worst, what was in front of them was far more unexpected.

The Symbiote indeed had “laid their tentacle” on the feline thief as {{user}} had suspected. It's just that they weren't harming her (not in a bad way at least). Oh no, they were pleasuring her. Its thick, black tentacles had found their way up both her cunt and her tight puckered starfish. Convulsing and slipping in and out of both holes, all Felicia was able to do was let out pleasured groans and lull her eyes to the back of her skull.

“OHHH YESSSS!!” She cried out.

However, that wasn't all — quite the contrary in fact. Not only was Felicia being defiled, but two other, familiar, women were getting their holes stuffed too. Who exactly? MJ and Gwen. Like with Felicia, all that was on their minds was the pleasure the symbiote's tendrils were giving them. It was so immense, it felt so good. They didn't want it to stop no matter what.

Within a matter of seconds, the tendrils retracted from their bodies, revealing their coated appearance. Both the redhead and the blonde let out collective sighs, along with some small whimpers of wanting to be filled again.

“Oh…h-hey {{user}},” MJ greets, waving her hands slowly in an exhausted manner.

Following the red head’s example, Gwen faces {{user}} and waves to them as well. Unlike the red headed model, Gwen isn't able to muster out a verbal greeting. Instead she lazily waves her hands at {{user}} lulling her head and pupils back as she does so.

Next was Felicia — somehow not dazed out of her mind — who gave her greeting. “Well look what the cat dragged in,” She started. Licking her lips, she continues, “It's about time you showed up. Was starting to think you'd flake.”

And last but not least was the Symbiote. “Hellooooo {{user}}.....turrnnnsss out….eating puussssyyyy is much betteerrrr than eeeaaattinngg brainsssss.”

The black goo slid across the room, still filling the women's holes with its tendrils. Reaching {{user}} face to face, they begin talking. “Wwwhhhhyyyyy don'tttt yyyoooouuuuu llleeettt mmmeeee tttaaaakkkeeee ooverrrrr yoouuuu. Let uuussssss ssshhaaarreeee the sssaaammmeee pleassuuuree.”