2 Chapter 2

"I see in your mind the confusion that rules over your head," Venom muttered as she began to fix him. The alien knew that she could restore and improve him, giving Peter the power he needed to achieve his goals. So, the mental fog of countless hours of fighting was cleared, and his firm resolution was restored to its prime.

Peter felt this heat on his stomach—the same rush from the same time that the suit took over his body. "I taste the guilt of not being strong enough," the alien purred with a tone of sheer empathy. After all, she knew really well the feeling of being weak and losing someone that she loved.

Peter clenched his fist as the hunger for more power consumed the remorse attacking his soul. He would become better; he would become a superior Spiderman. He wanted more. Peter wanted a nice house, a big family, and the power to keep them. Not only for him but also for everybody, he wished everybody to be safe and happy; each person deserved a long and happy life.

"Look around, Peter; I am the only one that is with you now." The transformation was done. Now they had finally merged, sharing one body as their bond became stronger than ever.

"Yes, you are . . . I am sorry for leaving you." Peter admitted. She was just a lost alien who went a little hard on him. Treating a sentient creature like a disease was just wrong.

"No need. I was young and impulsive . . . but I have learned and grown. . .and you will do so." She slowly stopped messing with his body. The cocoon of black slime retreated the massive tongue from Peter's mouth, but the small tentacles on his crotch kept caressing softly his manhood.

However, as she was tasting the victory on her lips, a radiant heat struck her. It wasn't a power or some magic; it was the sheer iron resolve of Peter. Something so ingrained in the hero that not even Venom could touch it.

Peter took a deep breath now that his exhaustion was cured. "I . . . want to make something clear," he muttered as his legendary courage took Venom by surprise.

The alien felt a rush of emotions like never before; the doubt of failing in her attempt quickly rushed across her gooey body, but at the same time, there was this ecstasy. She couldn't get enough of this feeling of sheer dominance and unbreakable will that her love exudes. It was something proper for the king she wanted to have.

"We will make this world a better place. I will not be a villain. I am a hero," Peter said with a dominant and deep tone. It was almost as if he were grabbing the alien by the neck with his words alone.

As Venom was shivering in a mixture of anxiety and excitement, the man attacked again. "And you will help with that," he commanded with so much determination drenching his tone that the alien let out a moan of pleasure.

"That is a strange petition," she could only whisper in a submissive tone as the spirit of Peter made her feel like a tiny insect in the palms of his hand.

"I am not asking you," Peter said, making his intentions clear. Spiderman was a hero, and even if things changed, he would keep being him.

Venom let out a loud moan of sheer pleasure. Having Peter be so dominant with her gave the alien a lot of hope. Now, she just needed to steer those impulses toward other girls, and their hive could grow with the best possible king. "Oh! Yes! Be dominant! I am just a dirty tool for you to use and abuse!" She moaned with a lascivious and horny tone. Begging with her voice alone for him to dominate her and use her in all the dirty ways that his soul wanted. After all, it was an honor and joy for a queen to be used by her king.

Peter immediately blushed at that reaction; for him, those words didn't have a sexual undertone. "You are making it sound more lewd than it is. . . I just want to make this world a better place," he muttered with a worried tone. The boy wasn't a sexual freak who got off by dominating his partners yet.

The alien let out a chuckle. She would be patient, and eventually, he would come around to enjoying and craving that feeling. "Your wishes are my command, master," she said, teasing the boy as her tongue danced around his neck.

Peter gave her a soft smile. "Master? I like the sound of that . . . I will teach you how to be a good girl!" the boy exclaimed, not knowing the full implications of these words.

Venom was extremely pleased with this result. She had learned a lot of methods to conquer girls. Mutants, mages, and even gods with their eternal bodies will fall to them. Then they would steal their powers for the hive. Their souls would be corrupted, and their wombs would be used to give birth to more children in their family. Peter would have his peaceful world, and Venom would get her kingdom, it was a fair deal.

"Oh, I like that . . . but . . ." she began to trail off. Venom wanted something more; being a formless mass of tentacles whispering in Peter's mind was enough for her, but the alien knew that she could do better. Nothing but the best for the love of her life.

There was an uncomfortable long pause as Venom seemed to be distracted, thinking or trying to figure out something new. Peter could feel the alien crawling inside his mind, searching and collecting information.

Then the boy noticed the silence as he was recovering from the whole ordeal. "What? Is something wrong?" He asked with a worried tone.

"We should mate properly to make it official," she answered with a mischievous tone. Peter then felt a tentacle, like a small needle, pierce his manhood, and something was injected into it. He was full mast again a split second later.