Spider Fucks

Psylocke

With both Storm and Emma Frost on his side, Peter had two of the premier X-Men (X-Women) at his beck and call. Which made it all the easier for him to slip further into their good graces, joining the X-Men on more and more of their missions, and spending so much time with the mutant hero group that he ends up becoming a regular at the X-Mansion.

This gives him quite a lot of information on the X-Men… or more specifically, the women among them. There are so many beautiful female mutants that Peter has to wonder if mutations in general only crop up in the finest human specimens. Seriously, while he's seen some ugly male mutants since he started hanging around the X-Men, and he'd certainly seen some on the news and the internet even before, he doesn't think he's come across a single ugly female mutant yet.

Every single one of them is a stacked, gorgeous femme fatale, and honestly, it's a little unfair to the fairer gender of the human race in Peter's humble opinion. Not that he would ever condone racism or bigotry, but he can somewhat understand those baseline humans who talk shit about mutants so much a bit better now. Especially since he's seen online that more than enough of those bigots also fetishize mutants as much as possible.

Regardless, Peter himself is in a great position to have some more fun. Storm and Emma were both nice, as were all the other beautiful women he'd fucked up until this latest excursion, but Peter was a growing young man with an insatiable appetite, or so it seemed. He just couldn't help himself, really. He wanted more… and his determination and confidence meant he was going to get more.

His latest target? Psylocke. Though, target made it sound like he was some sort of predator, hunting prey. Perhaps that was something of an apt metaphor, but Peter didn't really believe that any of the women he was currently in an open relationship with could possibly be considered prey. Not unless he was a predator that had a taste for some of the most powerful prey on the damn planet.

Shit, that made sense too, didn't it? Bah, no matter. At the end of the day, Peter had set his sights on Psylocke. And what a gorgeous sight she was. The long, flowing purple hair made Psylocke exotic even beyond her mutant abilities. But the way she dressed, in that sexy, skimpy kunoichi style outfit… that just made her unbelievably hot, in Peter's young, humble opinion.

Her arm-length gloves and thigh-high boots just completed the ensemble, and in such a satisfying manner as well. Psylocke was, without a doubt, the subject of fantasies for millions of men of all ages all across America, and probably even across the Planet Earth as well. And Peter had decided he was going to tap that. But of course, he had to approach the beautiful older woman from the right… angle.

Psylocke was a mutant, and more specifically, she was a telepath who's powers leant more towards energy projection and fighting skills than anything else. Catching her attention was as easy as it had been to catch Emma's… just existing, just showing up at the X-Mansion time and time again, had led Psylocke to taking an interest him, probably because she couldn't so much as touch his mind.

Of course, it might have had to do with his fighting skills as well. After all, more than a mutant or a telepath, Psylocke was a fighter above all else. She was a warrior, or even a ninja, as cliché as that sounded. At the end of the day, she respected combat skills above all else… and Peter had those in spades. After going on a few missions with the X-Men, it didn't take long for Psylocke to challenge him as Spider-Man to a spar.

So off they went to the Danger Room, where they fought one another… and Peter won. She was fast and she was strong, and she was very, very capable… but Peter was better. To be fair, Psylocke's psi-blades were no laughing matter, and she could also create other psionic constructs, as Peter found out when she got more and more frustrated at not being able to hit him.