1 Chapter 1

Peter sighed heavily as he swung through the chaos of New York City, exhausted from the never-ending battle against supervillains and other threats that had emerged since the multiverse had merged. Only one year after getting his powers and a week ago, this chaos began. In a blinding ray of light, the Earth was now the size of Jupiter, with dozens of realities mixed together.

The streets were filled with destruction and debris as villains and heroes alike clashed in a desperate struggle for supremacy. Even late at night, this city was filled with constant battles. The only thing louder than that was the sound of his heart begging for a break.

Spiderman's suit was a battered and torn mess, hanging off of Peter's body in tattered shreds. It was clear that it had seen better days, with numerous scratches and burns littering the red and blue surface. The fabric was stretched and worn, and it seemed to cling to Peter like a second skin. It was clear that he had pushed the suit to its limits, and it had taken a beating as a result. Despite the damage, the suit still managed to function thanks to its advanced technology and durable construction. The web shooters were still intact, and they fired off with the same precision and power as always. But it was clear that the suit would need some major repairs if it was going to be able to withstand another intense battle.

Peter knew that he would have to take it easy for a while, at least until the suit was fully repaired and ready for action again.

Despite his best efforts, Peter recognized that he couldn't keep this up forever. He was just one man, and even with his incredible powers, he couldn't be everywhere at once. The weight of responsibility was starting to take its toll, and he could feel himself starting to flag under the strain.

As Peter swung through the city, he couldn't help but wonder if things would ever return to normal. Would the multiverse ever be separated again, allowing the heroes and villains of each universe to return to their own worlds? Or were they doomed to fight this never-ending war with no end in sight?

Despite his exhaustion, Peter knew he couldn't give up. He was the friendly neighborhood Spiderman, and it was his duty to protect the people of New York, no matter how tired he might be. With a renewed sense of determination, he swung into action, ready to face whatever dangers lay ahead.

At this point, Peter's body was moving out of sheer willpower. He was searching with his gaze for another person to save, another crime to stop. However, something caught Peter's attention. A familiar figure on a desolate rooftop called for him.

A dark creature fused with a stray cat that was now the size of a lion. Black, with skin like tar, two big eyes drew on the homogeneous surface of its face, and a grin proper for a woodchipper. Venom's roar caught his attention.

Preparing for a battle, Peter swung towards it, but when he arrived on the roof, something surprised him.

"You think you can take me down with those claws, Venom? I've got eight legs, and I'm not afraid to use them!" He didn't even have the energy to make a quip that made sense.

(Keep your spirit high. Peter, don't let it be known that you could use a 48-hour power nap.) Peter knew that he wasn't in a condition to fight Venom. It was one of his worst villains and far stronger than him on most occasions. Why did he take this fight? Someone had to do it, and Peter Parker would not let a poor policeman deal with this creature. He created it, and it was his responsibility to deal with it.

However, the alien wasn't looking for a fight; it was looking for something much worse. The multiverse crash had affected her; she was wiser and more devious. This Venom had taken Peter's most powerful power, his iron resolve. The alien wanted him, and she would not take no for an answer.

Like a normal cat, it went belly up as it wagged that black and gooey tail at him. It was clear what it wanted. The big, thick tail even pointed to her belly.

Peter rolled his eyes and let out a sigh. "Talking about clingy exes," he muttered as his fingers began to tingle. His body remembered really well how good that suit felt.

He was taken aback when Venom offered to help him by merging their powers together. Peter had always viewed the alien as one of his greatest enemies, a dangerous and unpredictable symbiote with a penchant for destruction and chaos. But as he looked into Venom's eyes, he saw a glimmer of something he hadn't expected. With a sense of desperation, she was begging for help.

Peter then realized something important: She wasn't with Eddie. Venom was completely alone. The boy could feel the piercing loneliness that they shared. Having nobody to call for help, nobody to comfort him, and nobody to tell him that everything was alright, Peter felt guilty.

Despite his reservations, Spiderman knew that he couldn't turn down an offer of help, especially in the midst of this chaotic and dangerous situation. It had been 23 hours since he put on his suit to face the first cry for help. 12 robberies, 4 attempts at murder, and 7 supervillains fights. He even fought with two different Doctor Octopus and a maniac with a black and orange helmet wielding katanas.

It nearly killed him the last time he used it, but why would he let villains live if he didn't believe in the possibility of redemption? It would be extremely hypocritical of him to deny the alien the opportunity to try to do good.

Also, it had chosen him. A hero instead of one of the many superpower-crazy villains who would gladly accept a huge boost in power. They would be an excellent source of food for her. Even that cat would be better than Peter's nerdy persona. But no, it chose him.

"Fine . . . promise not to eat my brain . . ." And with that, Peter's tired hand touched the belly of the monster.

He nodded slowly, and the two of them merged their powers. It was like touching a landmine; an explosion of black goo was shot toward him. Venom's whole existence was in sheer ecstasy at being reunited with her true love.

The boy was surrounded by a writhing mass of tentacles, each one slimy and pulsating with a life of its own. They seemed to be reaching out for him, their grasping tendrils writhing and curling as they tried to wrap around his body. Venom encapsulated the love of her life with relentless determination.

As the alien symbiote flowed over Spiderman's body, he could feel the familiar tingling sensation that always accompanied their mergers. She was slick and smooth to the touch, almost like a second skin. It was a comforting feeling, one that he had come to associate with power and protection.

The familiar scent of the symbiote filled his nostrils—a mixture of metal and chemicals that were uniquely its own. That stench meant danger and adventure for him, and it filled him with a sense of excitement and anticipation.

But then a voice began to whisper inside Peter, feminine and gentle. A disturbing change for the silent companion he was expecting.

"I don't need to tell you things are bad, Peter. They were always bad," Venom purred with a seductive tone. The alien now knew how to reciprocate all this love, and she would do it.

The feeling went deeper as the smooth and velvety sensation of the tentacles began to slide inside Peter's body. It was as if his whole being was being consumed by the symbiote. She was going deeper than ever, trying to permanently fuse with his body. Her goo went past the skin and began to flood his muscles and organs, even reaching his bones. It felt incredibly wrong and dangerous, and a need to take the suit out rushed across his flesh. Even if his spider sense wasn't ringing, Peter knew that Venom wanted to drown him in her wet and hot corruption. However, a sudden spike of pleasure brought him to his knees as the monster slowly covered his crotch.

"Hey, stop that!" Peter protested, but Venom kept molesting him. Groping him in ways that . . . actually, it was the first time someone groped him.

"Buildings are collapsing, people are missing, and villains run rampant in the city!" She proclaimed as the boy felt a massive tongue breaking in his mouth, stealing his first kiss.

Peter lay on the ground, exhausted and unable to fight back, as the colossal mass of pure darkness had her way with him. It felt good, like a hug from MJ after a long day of work, but caressing each cell of his body. He was weak from exhaustion, so the struggle suddenly stopped. The overwhelming pleasure of being kissed in such ways as the boy's cock was licked and massaged by those wet and sticky tentacles made Peter docile.

"Nobody knows what to do, and there is no end to this," Venom teased him with his insecurities. She had learned all kinds of dirty tricks to finally make Peter love her. But she would allow him to stay as he was.

Peter tried to struggle, but his power could not do anything against something that was already over and inside him. "Why are you talking about this?!" He snarled back, trying not to moan and showing evidence that his affection-starved soul loved the alien caresses.

"Because someone has to do it! I am tired of seeing you! The love of my life! The person who made me what I am today in such a way!" She snarled with anger directly in Peter's mind. The boy let out a whimper as a row of fangs appeared and squeezed his neck, like a lion about to crush her prey's throat.

"You are enclosed in your little city as the local police tell you that we have 49 burglars, 23 murderers, and 4 end-of-the-world scenarios as if it is the way we are supposed to live." She was angry and frustrated. Peter wanted to deny it, hiding behind quips and smiles, but he was tired.

"We know things are bad; they are crazy and chaotic!" Venom became more aggressive; the tongue went berserker inside his mouth, like a shark in the water with a drop of blood.

The woman would show him the pleasure of having her; she wanted to make him addicted to her love as much as she was addicted to him.

Peter was rolling his eyes to the back of his head as the sheer pleasure was making him more receptive to the alien influence. "Take it easy . . . please." He was about to climax, and the boy's balls felt tight, filled with virile cum that never had a chance to be inside a female. Now? His virginity was taken by a weird alien suit obsessed with him.

"So you stay in your comfort zone," Venom whispered, continuing her merciless attack. She fought her way inside Peter's body, corrupting every shred of it, forcing them to unite, just as she had planned to do the first time they met.

"Please leave us alone in our neighborhood! Let me have a calm life with my normal job and family! Leave me with my precious status quo! It is not perfect, but it is the best we have!" She said it with a mocking tone. It hurt how much she was right. It almost hurts as much as the spunk begging to get out when he was ready to finish.

"I will not leave you alone." A thin tentacle quickly wrapped around the base of his manhood, forbidding him from climaxing.

"Hey, let me finish!" He snarled back, recovering some of his strength thanks to the painful edging.

"Yes, that is! I want you to get mad, to get angry, to get furious!" Venom was making Peter feel things he had always repressed.

She became even more aggressive, massaging and rubbing his cock with feral viciousness. A wild beast trashing a defenseless prey. The noise of that moist and hot mass of tentacles mercilessly attacking Peter flooded the place. A mixture of moans, grunts, and wet slapping sounds.

"Gwen?! Dead! The Green Goblin killed her!" She struck him, and it hurt. He knew that if only he were a little stronger and faster, he could have saved her. Peter's best friend's death was his own fault. They could have been together and had a big family; both could have been happy, but Peter failed.

"Mary Jane?! Not even a word after graduation!" Another devastating attack from the alien. He wanted her to be his girlfriend. But Peter let her go; he lacked the courage to take the next step in the relationship.

"Your aunt?! Did you think that you could have her forever?!" She kept digging the dagger deep, using all of Peter's regrets against him.

"Harry?! Eddie?! You let your friends become monsters, and then you didn't have the strength to put him back in a straight place!" The final attack hurt as much as the others. She was right—he should have had the might to stop them and help them. Why didn't he make a serum to fix Harry's brain? Why didn't he have the money to pay Eddie for all the damage he had done to his life? Because he was weak.

The only reason for Peter's problems was his complacency. With great power comes great responsibility. Doing the bare minimum was what got this young 19-year-old boy into this miserable situation, but not anymore.

"Face it, Peter; at this point, I'm your only friend," Venom whispered in a soft voice.

"Yes, you are!" He admitted. This thing, this monster, was right. Peter then realized that this wasn't a creature; it was the only person who took him back to reality.

"Good, have your reward, my love," she purred, and she released the grab on his cock, letting the boy finally burst his seed all over that mass of black tendrils. He clenched his bloated balls and burst rope after rope of his spunk deep into the alien woman's darkness.

As Peter came, he felt Venom sinking inside him. The tentacles swarmed the whites of his eyes, tendrils swimming on his skin and the black goo of the alien merging with his brain. This small opening created by that powerful orgasm was all she needed to make him hers forever.

"Fuck," Peter moaned as he felt the best orgasm of his life. The boy finally let out all his frustrations and lies.

"That is . . . let it all go," Venom said as she milked him, leaving not a single drop without consuming it.

"Be true to your feelings, my love." The warmth of the alien's obsessive love began to burn deep inside Peter.

"Because I don't know how to lie, invent, pretend, or falsify, I say what is and not what you want to hear. Love me. . . please." Venom broke her mask for a second in the end. She sounded desperate and frail, as tiny and lonely as Peter was.

Maybe it was the symbiote changing his brain chemistry to force a sickening feeling of passion inside him, but Peter didn't care. It felt good; those words were true, and he didn't have any reason to reject her. She understood him, she loved him, and most importantly, she would never leave him alone again.