Marvel harem x OC

Chapter 5

- Mr. Richter, - that blond guard smiled charmingly at me again, coming to meet me, - back to the big world? - she asked cheerfully. - It's nice to see that your depression is finally over. You didn't leave your apartment for months before.

I managed to find out the girl's name was Lisa. She worked a day and a half, two per shift. Another woman in security was married and wasn't particularly interested in me. The others, in my opinion, were slightly less attractive than Lisa, but they all made eyes at me the same way. And there were only about twenty other men living in this house besides me (the building was relatively new and not all the apartments were occupied). Almost all of them already had several wives. The others were either too old, or just kids. So I was one of the most eligible suitors on all eighty floors.

"This woman is sexually attracted to you." - The symbiote's voice suddenly sounded in my head, which made me try hard not to jump up again. "Her pulse is rapid. Breathing is deep and irregular. The pupil is dilated."

- Yes, - I nodded nervously, - I decided to take up my mind. I realized that staying indoors forever wasn't the answer.

- I'm glad, - the woman nodded, shifting from foot to foot, not knowing how to continue the conversation with me.

- See you tonight, Lisa, - I told the guard and headed for the door.

- Have a good day, Mr. Richter, - I heard a slightly disappointed tone in my back.

"Don't you want to mate with her?" - Asked the First in surprise. "Strong. Healthy. In perfect shape for the continuation of the species. The offspring will be strong."

- Where did you learn such words, and how do you know anything about human physiology, if you've been locked up in the lab all this time? - I whispered to the symbiote outside, and at the same time I felt myself blush a little.

"Whitehawks." - growled the symbiote. "They were either talking about new ways to torment me. Or about men. Sex. And the continuation of the species."

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I've never liked shopping, and when you have an alien creature inside of you that is just obsessed with chocolate and comments on almost every woman's look at you, it turns into torture altogether.

"Chocolate with stuffing inside? Let's have some!"

"Chocolate-covered nuts? Let's have some!"

"So there's more than one kind?"

"This woman is also sexually attracted to you. I think we can impregnate her in the local restroom."

"Seventy. Eighty. Ninety percent cocoa. What's the difference? Let's take it all!"

"Does chocolate come in white? Take it!"

"Chocolate bars? Is that chocolate too? Let's have some!"

"And this woman wants to mate with you, too. I think. We could just give the seminal fluid. If we don't have much time. There will be offspring anyway."

"Candy? Is that a little chocolate? Let's have some!"

This is how several hours passed. The symbiote wanted chocolate. A lot of it. Symbiote felt obligated to offer me sexual intercourse at every hungry glance in my direction. And to tell her to shut up, I could only occasionally. Because, in a big city like New York, you're almost always surrounded by people, and talking to yourself is a clear sign of schizophrenia. She also wondered a lot and hissed at people in white. So, distracted by the First, I didn't notice how I wandered back into places I shouldn't have. It wasn't a bad neighborhood, but it wasn't as clean or as crowded with cops as the one I lived in. That's what the local female residents took advantage of.