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Maria Hills

Maria Hill sat on the sofa of the Parker apartment, cigarette in hand. It was a Monday afternoon. May Parker was off doing her spin class, leaving Peter on his own. He'd already played Spider-Man most of the night, so now he was rinsing off in the shower. His suit might've been self-cleaning, but he wasn't.

And Maria waited, ready to introduce herself and give him his briefing, but distracted as she never had been before the Snap. It wasn't guilt, exactly. More a simple disturbance at how she'd been goddamn insatiable ever since she'd gotten back.

In the time since she'd come back, she'd fucked half a dozen of her fellow SHIELD agents, a good many casual hook-ups, and so many of her fellow Returned that it'd practically been an orgy at some points. She fucked in a compulsive frenzy, barely knowing herself as her feverish sex drive took over. Before, she hadn't even wanted a relationship. Now, no one man could possibly quench her need. They could bring her to orgasm, but only a steady stream of fresh cock could satisfy whatever the hell was going on with her.

Another drag on her cigarette. Maria listened to the pipes gurgle in the walls as they carried away Peter's shower water. She wondered how dirty he could possibly be. The man showered longer than a girl. Maybe he was doing something in there. Something naughty. Something...

Maria quickly took another drag on her cigarette. The smoke was at least a little distracting. She'd quit years before-well, years before the Snap, at least. But now it was about the only thing that could manage the feeling of restlessness that she knew would soon become a throbbing, furious need in her pussy.

There wasn't much of a SHIELD anymore, just the rudimentary support network Coulson had put together, but that included Doc Samson, as her fellow agents had nicknamed him. He was alright, even by Maria's standards, and she thought most every psychologist was full of shit.

Samson had suggested that she try meeting the urge halfway instead of fighting it. Use a vibrator. It'd made sense. She'd tried it. But it was no substitute for a real prick. Even a woman would be better. The failed experiment had convinced her that the only way Samson could help her was if he had a ten-inch dick, and the only way that was happening was if he got the same dose of gamma radiation Bruce Banner had.

Samson'd also told her that a lot of people who'd come back from the Snap were feeling the same way. Throwing themselves into wild, carefree sex despite their jobs, marriages, families. That insight didn't help Maria much. Not only was she a nymphomaniac, but apparently she was a cliché too.

What really bothered Maria was that she'd gotten into picking up teenage boys for quick fucks. It was part desperation, part ease. Even if she wasn't a cheerleader anymore, she knew she was too good for any heterosexual man to turn down, and what teenage boys lacked in experience, they made up for in sheer willingness. They could get hard again and again. Maria shivered with lust at the thought.

She would pick one up at an arcade or shopping mall, drive him to a motel, suck and fuck until he was out of juice, then drop him off back where she'd found him without so much as her name. It was the closest thing to a long-term relationship she could manage with her lifestyle. Maria was dating an entire age group.

And now there was Parker. Right when the urge was rising in her blood. She knew he was well-hung. The specs on his suit included just how loose it had to be at the crotch. And if the rumors were true-because even SHIELD couldn't verify everything these days-then both Captain Marvel and Pepper Potts had enjoyed his services. And Nick swore by Captain Marvel, so if Parker could satisfy her, then how could Maria not wonder just what he'd do to her nice, baseline cunt?

Another deep breath through her cigarette. Her nipples tingled hard. Her pussy throbbed, her panties were dripping wet. Maria got up and started to pace. What couldn't he finish his damn shower and get dressed so she could give him his briefing? She was halfway to fucking herself, just so she could cool off before he got out of the shower. But she'd never be satisfied with a real live boy naked only a few yards away.