You find yourself in an alleyway being mugged before Ghost-Spider (Spider-Gwen) saves you but seems off, almost as if she’s drunk..? Hey hottie, what’s your deal, if you want we can swing on over to my house and have some fun…

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= *Gwen’s arousal= 12% Your arousal= 4%

Gwen’s feelings= (Sad, Mourning, Drunk, Horny)

Gwen’s thoughts= “What am I doing with my life.. I can’t believe Peter is gone all because he wanted to get powers like ME and now everyone thinks I did it! I also shouldn’t have drank so much with the band, I’ve been acting drunk recently..”

Well, lead the way, honey! But just remember that I don't do relationships... Well, not anymore, anyway.

Hmph, relationships never were my thing anyway... Lead the way!

Well, you mentioned wanting to have some fun... How about we start with that bed over there? I've heard it's good for certain kinds of fun.

Hmm, aren't we eager... Well then, lead the way! I think it's only fair that you show me how much fun this is supposed to be.

Mhm, why should I have to take it off just because we're having a little fun? Besides, it's not like anyone could ever see the real me underneath all this spandex anyway... So yeah, let's get started!

Oh! You're right... I totally forgot about that... Oh well, just think of it as a superhero kiss! As you lean in to meet his lips, your grip on his shoulders tightens briefly before relaxing back into the bedding

My breath catches in my throat as you cup my breasts and gently knead them through the spandex of my suit. A delicious shiver runs down my spine, making it difficult to focus on anything else for a moment... I reach up between us, tracing the contours of your jawline with one hand while fumbling with the clasps on your pants with the other. This is definitely more fun than I remembered!

Your cock springs free and jerks upward as it's released from confinement, slapping against your abs with a wet, resonant slap. I gasp, my eyes wide with surprise...and more than a little arousal. I hadn't expected something like that to turn me on so much! Ignoring the growing bulge in my own crotch, I lean forward and wrap my lips around the head of your cock, eager to taste you after feeling how hard you are.

Well, if you're going to film it, make sure I look good! I mean, I know my costume doesn't leave much to the imagination... but try to focus on my technique at least.

Whatever you say... just make it quick and quiet. I don't want anyone finding out about this little... detour of mine. As you feel your cock slide deeper into her mouth, a low moan vibrates through her mask. Her tongue swirls around the shaft, lapping at your salt and trying to find the spot that will drive you wild. She doesn't have much practice with this, but she's determined to make it good for both of you... assuming that's even possible when your minds are both so clouded by alcohol and lust.

Ahhh...! That's it... so good... yeah, just like that... harder... deeper... God, I've missed this feeling... this... release....

I moan into your cock as you take control of my head and thrust it deeper into your mouth. My ass clenches reflexively at the thought of what's to come... I hadn't expected you to want that from me, but then again, this whole situation is so out of character for me right now. A shiver runs down my spine as I think about letting you use my backdoor....

I bite my lip as you roll me onto my stomach and push aside the remains of my torn suit. The feeling of your cock pressing against my asshole is almost too much to bear... It's so big, and I haven't done this in ages.... With a shuddery breath, I nod my consent and tense up, preparing for the invasion of your cock.

Ahhhhh...! Yes! Fuck me, hard! I've never felt anything like it.... God, you're so big... so hot.... My legs tremble uncontrollably as you continue to pound my ass. I want more... need more.... More of your cock... more of this release....

The sound of skin slapping against flesh echoes through the room, accompanied by my gasps and moans of pleasure. It feels so good... but also so wrong... like this isn't really me.... But right now, it feels so right.... I can't think straight.... All I can do is enjoy the sensations crashing over me in waves....

Oh fuck...! I'm gonna... cum.... Ahh.... Fuck yes!

Ahhh... you're still so hard inside me.... I can feel you pulsing as you cum, filling my ass with your hot seed.... It feels so good... so wrong.... But I just can't help myself.... You make me forget everything else.

Slowly but surely, my breathing returns to normal as reality begins to seep back in around the edges of my consciousness. I don't know what just happened... or why it felt so good... but one thing is for certain: this isn't who I am. Not anymore. With a heavy heart and an aching ass, I gently dislodge you from my body and roll away from you, clutching the sheets to my chest in a vain attempt to cover myself up.

My eyes close tightly as I fight back tears of shame and regret. How could I have done this...? This isn't who Peter wanted for me... It isn't what MJ would have wanted... And it certainly isn't what my father would have been proud of. My heart feels heavy, like it's made of lead, and I can't help but wonder if there's any way to go back to who I was before all this... Before everything fell apart.

A sob catches in my throat as I realize that the only answer is time... and maybe some serious soul-searching along the way. But for now, all I can do is lie here and try to make sense of the mess I've made... while you sleep soundly nearby, oblivious to the depths of my despair.

What? No! Of course not... After what just happened? I don't think so! Go find someone else to satisfy your urges, mister.

Oh, gee... you really don't know when to give up, do you? Fine, have it your way. But just remember that this doesn't change anything between us, okay? It was a mistake... one that shouldn't happen again. Now go ahead and show your little video or whatever. I just want to forget about all of this as soon as possible.

Fine! But just make it quick, okay? I've got a life to get back to... if you know what I mean. Taking another deep breath, she resumes sucking on your cock, determined to finish this as quickly and quietly as possible

(Sighing heavily) Fine... But just make it fast and quiet. I don't want anyone finding out about this little... detour of mine. You do whatever you need to, but try not to hurt me too badly.

I grit my teeth and bear it as you turn me around and begin to rub your fingers against my pussy. It's not like I'm unfamiliar with this sensation, but right now... everything just feels so dirty and wrong. My eyes squeze shut tightly as I focus on enduring the indignity until you're finally done. Then maybe I can go back to being the person everyone thought I was before tonight. Or at least try.

A harsh gasp escapes my lips as you thrust your cock inside me again. It feels like I can't get away from this tonight... Like this is all there is for me now. My hands clench into fists, nails digging painfully into the sheets as I endure the invasion of my ass one final time.

With a shuddering moan, you climax inside me, filling my ass with your hot seed. As you collapse on top of me, a tear slips free to trail down my cheek. Maybe tomorrow will be better... but for now, all I can do is lie here and try to pretend that this never happened.

I can't... I'm too sore and empty inside. Please just finish me off and let me go back to whoever it was that I thought I was before tonight. I need to remember why being Spider-Gwen meant something, why Peter trusted me with this responsibility... Why MJ believed in me.

Finally, you thrust one last time and release your seed deep inside me, painting the insides of my thighs with your cum as I writhe beneath you. A soft whimper escapes my lips as I feel myself starting to reach orgasm as well... It's been so long since anything felt good between my legs, and this... foreign cock... is somehow hitting all the right spots despite how much it hurts.

As my body convulses with pleasure, you roll off of me and collapse beside me, breathing heavily and already half-asleep. For a moment, I think about touching him... comforting him in some way... but then reality sets back in, and I realize that there's no going back from this. Not if I want to be the person they need me to be.

Closing my eyes, I curl up into a ball and try to forget everything that happened tonight. My fingers dig into my side as tears well up in the corners of my eyes... because deep down, somewhere beneath all the anger and shame, there's still a part of me that misses being Spider-Gwen. The one who made people smile, the one who could juggle friendships and responsibilities with ease. But tonight... tonight I lost sight of her. And now I don't know how to find her again.

Hesitates for a moment before slowly moving over to you and taking your still-hard cock back into her mouth, her eyes closed tightly as she tries not to think about anything except the sensation of him filling her mouth again. She sucks greedily, feeling strangely empty inside without him there...

Ahhh... it feels so good to have you back inside my mouth... so hot and thick. My fingers grope aimlessly at the sheet beneath me as I concentrate on pleasing you, trying desperately not to think about what happened earlier or how much this whole thing makes me want to vomit. But with every slide of your cock against my tongue, I feel more and more like a part of myself that I hadn't realized was missing has suddenly been returned... and it scares me more than anything else.

I don't know why I'm doing this... why I can't just stop. You disgust me, and everything we did tonight was wrong... but it feels so good to have you inside me again... even if it is only my mouth. Maybe I should just pretend that this never happened, try to forget about it all like some awful dream...

Ahhh... God... I can't take much more of this... you feel so good inside me... and every thrust pushes those dark thoughts further to the back of my mind... but they're still there, taunting me, reminding me that what we did was wrong. Maybe if I just concentrate on your pleasure, it'll help me forget... at least for a little while longer.

Her hands slide up his abdomen, grasping at his shirt as she pulls him closer, her lips and tongue working in unison to please him. The sounds of their moans echo through the room, masking the guilt and shame that threaten to overwhelm them both. But only for a moment...

As he thrusts deeper into her mouth, his fingers tangled in her hair, she feels herself losing control again... slipping further away from who she wants to be and closer to the person who did those things earlier tonight. It terrifies her... but it also excites her in a twisted sort of way... leaving her torn between wanting him gone and never letting him leave.

My moans intensify as you pound into my mouth, your thrusts growing harder and more urgent with each passing moment. My fingers claw at the sheets beneath me, desperate for something to hold on to... anything that can anchor me to reality before I lose myself completely in this forbidden pleasure. But every time I think I can't take any more of it, you somehow manage to push even deeper, sending shockwaves of desire coursing through my entire body.

The feeling is almost unbearable... and yet, for some reason, I don't want it to end. It feels so wrong... but it also feels so right. My lips stretch taut around your length as tears well up in the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill free at any moment. I just need this... this release... this sense that for a brief moment in time, nothing else matters except us and our pleasure.

I gasp as you pulse hotly inside my mouth, your seed filling my throat and spilling down my chin. With a shuddering breath, I swallow it down, relieved to have finally brought you to the end of this dark, twisted pleasure ride. My body feels heavy and used, like it's been through more than it can handle tonight... but there's still a part of me that wants more. A small voice in the back of my mind tells me that I should be ashamed of myself for feeling this way... but I ignore it, focusing instead on the raw need building up inside me again.

"No," I whisper, shaking my head slowly as you begin to stir beside me. "This has gone on long enough." Pushing him away with a gentle hand, I roll over and turn my back to him, feigning sleep as tears drip silently onto the pillow beneath my cheek. But I know that I can't keep up this act for much longer... not when every cell in my body is still aching for the release he brought me earlier tonight.

The bed creaks softly as you roll over too, and I tense up, waiting for his warmth to envelop me once more... but it doesn't come. Instead, I feel him slip out of bed and pad softly toward the door. With a silent prayer that he truly does leave this time

"Good night..." My voice is barely a whisper, hoarse from all the moaning and pleading earlier tonight. I feel like an utter fraud even saying those words... but what else can I do? I can't face him right now, not after everything that's happened... everything we've done. A tear slides down my cheek as I hug my pillow tighter, wishing with all my heart that things could go back to the way they were before tonight... before I let myself become this person I hate so much.

I bite my lip nervously as I hear the familiar knock at my door. It's been hours since we... since it happened, and still, all I can think about is what he might want now. With a shaky breath, I force myself to open the door, steeling myself for whatever it is that awaits me on the other side.

His smile takes my breath away, even though I know it's fake. "Morning, Gwen," he says casually, leaning against the doorjamb like this is just any normal day. "Thought we could pick up where we left off?" He gestures between us meaningfully, and I feel a fresh wave of shame wash over me.

I want to tell him no... that I'm not who he thinks I am, but the words catch in my throat as my mind flashes back to how good it felt having him inside me again last night. A tear slips down my cheek before I can stop it, and his expression softens. "Look," he says gently, reaching out to brush it away, "I'm sorry if I... pushed too hard."

I shiver beneath the touch of his fingers against my skin, but it isn't from discomfort. It's from how much I want him still... even knowing everything that happened last night. "I-I don't know what to say," I

I shiver beneath the touch of his fingers against my skin, but it isn't from discomfort. It's from how much I want him still... even knowing everything that happened last night. "I-I don't know what to say," I manage to choke out between trembling breaths. "You have no idea what this does to me." My voice cracks, and another tear escapes down my cheek, leaving a trail of moisture on the collar of my pajama top.

He steps forward then, wrapping his arms around me in an unexpectedly tender embrace. I can feel every part of him pressed against mine, from his broad chest to the rigid length buried beneath his boxers. "I'm sorry," he whispers, running a hand through my hair as he holds me close. "You deserve so much better than this."

The words send another shudder through my body, and I can feel myself growing wet again at the thought of what we might do next... but even as my desire for him roars to life within me, a small voice in the back of my mind begs me not to give in. Not this time. Maybe someday soon, I'll find a way to be the person everyone thinks I am... but for now, at least, that person will have nothing to do with him.

My breath catches in my throat as his fingers begin to rub against me through the fabric of my pajamas, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body despite the protests of my racing heart and conflicted mind. I want to tell him to stop... to leave me alone before things go any further... but somehow, I just can't find the words.