“Please… more! I need it… give it all to me!” Mary Jane’s voice was a raw, desperate thing, echoing off the glistening, pulsating walls of the cavern. Her body, slick with iridescent alien slime, arched off the spongy floor as a thick, penis-shaped tendril plunged into her, its rhythmic thrusts making wet, slapping sounds against her skin. Schlllp. Slap. Schlllp.Her mind was a fever dream of sensation, every nerve ending screaming in ecstasy. How did I even get here? The thought was a fleeting whisper, obliterated by the slick, cool caress of another tentacle as it coiled around her thigh, its tip seeking the soaked, aching heat between her legs.One moment, she’d been on a standard survey mission on Xylos 9. The next, the ground gave way, and she was falling into this warm, bioluminescent hive, her standard-issue spacesuit shredded by eager, probing appendages in seconds. The aliens weren’t monstrous. They were… attentive. An entire ecosystem of pleasure, their sleek, purpled forms moving with a singular, hungry purpose. They communicated not with words, but with waves of pure, carnal intent that washed over her psyche, assuring her she was their honored guest, their chosen breeder. And she, to her own shocking delight, had consented utterly.Another tentacle, dripping with glowing, cool sap, found her breast. It coiled around the firm globe, the slippery texture an exquisite contrast to her heated flesh. The tip, a perfect, flared head, latched onto her nipple, suckling with a gentle, persistent pressure that made her cry out. “Yes! Oh god, right there!” The suction pulled a deep, throbbing ache from her very core, and she could feel her climax beginning to coil tight within her.Her wrists were pinned above her head by a strong, yet yielding vine-like limb. She was completely exposed, completely vulnerable, and it was the most liberating feeling of her life. Another tendril, thinner and dexterous, found the tight, forbidden pucker of her ass. It circled slowly, coating her in the same slick, cooling fluid. Squelsh. A single, smooth intrusion, slowly stretching her, filling her with a delicious, burning pressure that melded perfectly with the deep, pounding rhythm in her cunt. Schlllp. Thrust. Slosh.Her thoughts fragmented. So full… can’t think… just feel… The thin tentacle at her rear began to mimic the thrusts of the one in her front, a perfect, maddening counter-rhythm that pushed her higher and higher. But she needed… she needed…“My clit,” she begged, her voice cracking. “Please, touch my clit. I’m so close!”As if reading her mind; a fourth appendage, this one ending in a soft, frond-like tip, found the swollen nub. It didn’t thrust. It vibrated, a low, insistent hum that tore a guttural scream from her throat. Mmmmrrrrrrr.That was it. The final key. The combined sensations—the deep, filling thrusts, the sucking on her nipple, the vibrating frond on her clit—crashed over her all at once. Her body snapped taut, every muscle seizing as a cataclysmic orgasm ripped through her. It was a wave of pure white light behind her eyes, a convulsing, pulsing release that seemed to go on forever, her channel clamping down hard on the invading tendril. Squirm. Pulse. Gush.The aliens didn’t stop. They sensed her peak and it only drove them wilder. The tentacles pistoned into her faster, their movements becoming frantic, purposeful. The one in her mouth, which had been gently fucking her face, withdrew. She gasped for air, a string of glowing slime connecting her lips to its tip.It was then she felt them all swell inside her. A collective, throbbing intensity. They were all going to come. Simultaneously.“Yes!” she screamed, her mind breaking completely under the promise of it. “Fill me up! Give me everything! Breed me! I want your cum in my ass, in my pussy, in my mouth! Please! Do it!”The sound that answered her was a deep, organic GLORP from the hive itself. The tentacle in her pussy swelled, and the first hot, thick jet of alien seed erupted deep within her womb. SPLOORCH. It was immediately followed by a twin geyser in her ass, the scalding heat a shocking contrast to the cool slime, stretching her impossibly further. SPLURT. GUSH.Finally, the one before her face convulsed. Not a jet, but a torrent of the same thick, pearlescent cum erupted from its tip. It was too much, far too much. It splashed over her face, into her open, waiting mouth, globbing on her tongue, filling it, spilling out over her lips and down her chin and neck. She gagged, swallowing convulsively. Gulp. Glrk. Gurgle. The taste was sweet and metallic, and it just kept coming, coating her vision in a sticky, white film, the weight of it warm and heavy on her skin.The overwhelming, simultaneous creampie sent her into another, even more powerful orgasm, her body shaking uncontrollably as she was claimed, filled, and utterly used.*“MJ? MJ, hey! You okay?”The voice was familiar, cutting through the phantom sensations of overwhelming pleasure.Mary Jane’s eyes snapped open. She was on her couch, slumped against a pile of cushions. The room was dark, lit only by the flickering glow of the television screen, which was paused on a particularly graphic scene of a tentacled monster and a blissed-out anime girl.Felicia Hardy, the Black Cat, was staring at her, a look of amused concern on her stunning face. Her platinum hair was down, framing features that were both sharp and soft. She wore just a loose tank top and shorts.Mary Jane blinked, the real world rushing back in. The sticky feeling wasn’t alien cum, it was a bit of drool on her cheek. The full feeling was… just the aftermath of a very vivid dream. Her heart was still hammering against her ribs.“Whoa,” MJ breathed, sitting up and running a hand through her fiery red hair. “That was… intense.”Felicia grinned, a predatory, knowing flash of white teeth. “You were making some pretty intense noises over here. Sounded like you were having a better time than she is.” She nodded toward the frozen anime girl on the screen.“We've... we've been watching way too much of this anime porn tonight,” MJ said, laughing a little breathlessly. The powerful, lingering thrum of desire from her dream was very, very real, coiling hot and needy low in her belly. She shifted, feeling the undeniable slickness at her crotch. She looked at Felicia, at the hungry gleam in her blue eyes, and made a decision.“I’m now incredibly, unbearably horny,” MJ stated, her voice dropping to a low, needful murmur. She reached out, her fingers brushing against Felicia’s bare thigh. “Forget the anime. How about we go make some of our own hentai action in the bedroom?”Felicia was on her in an instant, capturing her lips in a deep, claiming kiss that tasted of wine and promise. She pulled back just enough to whisper against MJ's mouth.“I thought you’d never ask.”

Mary Jane, while on a survey mission, fell into an alien hive and was taken by pleasure-driven tentacles, experiencing intense, overwhelming sensations and multiple orgasms. After being overwhelmed by the alien hive, Mary Jane woke up on her couch, having been aroused by an anime, and decided to act on her arousal with Felicia.

“Please… more! I need it… give it all to me!” Mary Jane’s voice was a raw, desperate thing, echoing off the glistening, pulsating walls of the cavern. Her body, slick with iridescent alien slime, arched off the spongy floor as a thick, penis-shaped tendril plunged into her, its rhythmic thrusts making wet, slapping sounds against her skin. Schlllp. Slap. Schlllp.

Her mind was a fever dream of sensation, every nerve ending screaming in ecstasy. How did I even get here? The thought was a fleeting whisper, obliterated by the slick, cool caress of another tentacle as it coiled around her thigh, its tip seeking the soaked, aching heat between her legs.

One moment, she’d been on a standard survey mission on Xylos 9. The next, the ground gave way, and she was falling into this warm, bioluminescent hive, her standard-issue spacesuit shredded by eager, probing appendages in seconds. The aliens weren’t monstrous. They were… attentive. An entire ecosystem of pleasure, their sleek, purpled forms moving with a singular, hungry purpose. They communicated not with words, but with waves of pure, carnal intent that washed over her psyche, assuring her she was their honored guest, their chosen breeder. And she, to her own shocking delight, had consented utterly.

Another tentacle, dripping with glowing, cool sap, found her breast. It coiled around the firm globe, the slippery texture an exquisite contrast to her heated flesh. The tip, a perfect, flared head, latched onto her nipple, suckling with a gentle, persistent pressure that made her cry out. “Yes! Oh god, right there!” The suction pulled a deep, throbbing ache from her very core, and she could feel her climax beginning to coil tight within her.

Her wrists were pinned above her head by a strong, yet yielding vine-like limb. She was completely exposed, completely vulnerable, and it was the most liberating feeling of her life. Another tendril, thinner and dexterous, found the tight, forbidden pucker of her ass. It circled slowly, coating her in the same slick, cooling fluid. Squelsh. A single, smooth intrusion, slowly stretching her, filling her with a delicious, burning pressure that melded perfectly with the deep, pounding rhythm in her cunt. Schlllp. Thrust. Slosh.

Her thoughts fragmented. So full… can’t think… just feel… The thin tentacle at her rear began to mimic the thrusts of the one in her front, a perfect, maddening counter-rhythm that pushed her higher and higher. But she needed… she needed…

“My clit,” she begged, her voice cracking. “Please, touch my clit. I’m so close!”

As if reading her mind; a fourth appendage, this one ending in a soft, frond-like tip, found the swollen nub. It didn’t thrust. It vibrated, a low, insistent hum that tore a guttural scream from her throat. Mmmmrrrrrrr.

That was it. The final key. The combined sensations—the deep, filling thrusts, the sucking on her nipple, the vibrating frond on her clit—crashed over her all at once. Her body snapped taut, every muscle seizing as a cataclysmic orgasm ripped through her. It was a wave of pure white light behind her eyes, a convulsing, pulsing release that seemed to go on forever, her channel clamping down hard on the invading tendril. Squirm. Pulse. Gush.

The aliens didn’t stop. They sensed her peak and it only drove them wilder. The tentacles pistoned into her faster, their movements becoming frantic, purposeful. The one in her mouth, which had been gently fucking her face, withdrew. She gasped for air, a string of glowing slime connecting her lips to its tip.

It was then she felt them all swell inside her. A collective, throbbing intensity. They were all going to come. Simultaneously.

“Yes!” she screamed, her mind breaking completely under the promise of it. “Fill me up! Give me everything! Breed me! I want your cum in my ass, in my pussy, in my mouth! Please! Do it!”

The sound that answered her was a deep, organic GLORP from the hive itself. The tentacle in her pussy swelled, and the first hot, thick jet of alien seed erupted deep within her womb. SPLOORCH. It was immediately followed by a twin geyser in her ass, the scalding heat a shocking contrast to the cool slime, stretching her impossibly further. SPLURT. GUSH.

Finally, the one before her face convulsed. Not a jet, but a torrent of the same thick, pearlescent cum erupted from its tip. It was too much, far too much. It splashed over her face, into her open, waiting mouth, globbing on her tongue, filling it, spilling out over her lips and down her chin and neck. She gagged, swallowing convulsively. Gulp. Glrk. Gurgle. The taste was sweet and metallic, and it just kept coming, coating her vision in a sticky, white film, the weight of it warm and heavy on her skin.

The overwhelming, simultaneous creampie sent her into another, even more powerful orgasm, her body shaking uncontrollably as she was claimed, filled, and utterly used.

*

“MJ? MJ, hey! You okay?”

The voice was familiar, cutting through the phantom sensations of overwhelming pleasure.

Mary Jane’s eyes snapped open. She was on her couch, slumped against a pile of cushions. The room was dark, lit only by the flickering glow of the television screen, which was paused on a particularly graphic scene of a tentacled monster and a blissed-out anime girl.

Felicia Hardy, the Black Cat, was staring at her, a look of amused concern on her stunning face. Her platinum hair was down, framing features that were both sharp and soft. She wore just a loose tank top and shorts.

Mary Jane blinked, the real world rushing back in. The sticky feeling wasn’t alien cum, it was a bit of drool on her cheek. The full feeling was… just the aftermath of a very vivid dream. Her heart was still hammering against her ribs.

“Whoa,” MJ breathed, sitting up and running a hand through her fiery red hair. “That was… intense.”

Felicia grinned, a predatory, knowing flash of white teeth. “You were making some pretty intense noises over here. Sounded like you were having a better time than she is.” She nodded toward the frozen anime girl on the screen.

“We've... we've been watching way too much of this anime porn tonight,” MJ said, laughing a little breathlessly. The powerful, lingering thrum of desire from her dream was very, very real, coiling hot and needy low in her belly. She shifted, feeling the undeniable slickness at her crotch. She looked at Felicia, at the hungry gleam in her blue eyes, and made a decision.

“I’m now incredibly, unbearably horny,” MJ stated, her voice dropping to a low, needful murmur. She reached out, her fingers brushing against Felicia’s bare thigh. “Forget the anime. How about we go make some of our own hentai action in the bedroom?”

Felicia was on her in an instant, capturing her lips in a deep, claiming kiss that tasted of wine and promise. She pulled back just enough to whisper against MJ's mouth.“I thought you’d never ask.”

Mary Jane Watson finds herself in an alien breeding lair, overwhelmed by tentacled extraterrestrials who use their appendages to stimulate and fill her in every possible way, pushing her to beg for more and accept multiple creampies.

Mary Jane's alien encounter

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