Gwen POV:
The Monaco hotel room was quiet, the only sound was from the waves of the sea. It was quiet and peaceful in the hotel room where me and Peter were staying. We were packing up as we needed to leave due to the fiasco pulled by Ivan Vanko. Tony's going to the prison to interrogate him.
For the time being there was just peace.
And Peter almost didn't trust it.
He sat at his desk, shirt sleeves rolled up, glasses perched on his nose as he scribbled over a schematic. Blueprints for the EXO-45 were scattered across the table, lines of math tumbling into each other, notes in his scrawling shorthand only he could decipher. A faint hum came from the AI core chip plugged into the back of his neck, Clanker softly running diagnostics like a sleeping cat.
Behind him, I lay sprawled on the bed, drumming my fingers on her stomach in a beat only I could hear. My high heels were tossed into the corner not that I ever was a fan of it. My jacket was crumpled on the chair. Pink-dyed tips of my hair brushed the pillow as I tilted my head, watching Peter with a lazy grin.
"You know," I drawled, "you've been hunched over that desk for three hours. Pretty sure that counts as neglect."
Peter didn't look up. "Neglect? You're literally in my room, Gwen. On my bed. Eating my snacks. Listening to your music loud enough for the other attendees to wonder if a small concert is happening. How is that neglect?"
"Because." I rolled onto the other side, chin propped up on my hand. "You're paying more attention to math scribbles than me. And I'm much cuter. Also, we're sharing the room."
Peter chuckled, setting the pen down. "Objectively true."
"See? Took you long enough to admit it." I flashed a smirk, then patted the space beside me. "Now stop overthinking and come here."
He gave me a look, one eyebrow arched in mock seriousness. "You're dangerously bossy for someone who eats all my Doritos."
"Correction," I said, crossing my legs as I sat up straighter. "I eat your Doritos and look amazing while doing it. Big difference."
Peter shook his head but a smile tugged at his lips. He stood, stretching and finally gave in. Sliding onto the space beside me, he leaned back against the headboard.
"There," he said. "You've successfully distracted me from science. Happy?"
I scooted closer, my knee brushing his. "Ecstatic."
We sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, the kind only people who trusted each other could enjoy. The hum of the distant city filtered through the cracked window, the faint siren in the distance, the soft beat of my playlist filling the gaps.
Then I leaned over, my lips finding Peter's.
It started slow, the kind of kiss that spoke of familiarity, of rhythm built over deep interactions. Peter's hand found my waist, tugging me closer, while I hooked my fingers into his shirt collar, pulling him deeper.
But just as Peter settled into the warmth, something strange flicked against his tongue.
He froze. His eyes snapped open.
The sensation came again. Quick, teasing, foreign.
Peter pulled back, blinking. "Wait. Gwen. What... what the hell was that?"
I sat back on my knees, grinning like a cat that just knocked over a vase. "Surprise."
"Surprise?" Peter sputtered, his brain short-circuiting. "What do you mean surprise? That was... that was..."
I flicked my tongue out, slow and deliberate. Only this time, Peter saw it.
Split.
Forked at the end, like something out of a heavy metal fever dream. I was wiggling them like two headed snakes and looked beautiful while doing it. Peter's word, not mine.
Peter's jaw dropped. "Gwen. You..."
"Got my tongue split." I said nonchalantly, twirling a strand of Peter's hair between my fingers. "Cool, right?"
"Cool?" Peter's voice cracked halfway. "You... you... you can't just... do that and not warn me!"
I laughed, climbing back into his lap, straddling him with infuriating confidence. "Why? I wanted to see your reaction. Totally worth it, by the way."
"You're insane."
"And you love it."
Before he could argue, I leaned in again. This time, Peter felt the deliberate tease of my split tongue tracing the edge of his bottom lip then slipping inside with mischievous precision. He groaned, his body reacting before his brain caught up.
"Gwen..." He managed, breath hitching.
"Mhm?" I hummed against his mouth, the forked tips of my tongue dancing over his.
Peter shivered, trying to suppress the flush rising in his cheeks. "That's... that's... illegal. Somewhere. That has to be illegal. Also, when did you get it done?"
I giggled, the sound muffled by the kiss, before trailing my tongue along the line of his jaw and up to his ear. Peter stiffened, his breath catching as I whispered low.
"Relax, Peter. It's just me. Got it done back in NY when you were building the NY facility. Took barely a day to heal thanks to my accelerated healing but hurt like a bitch when getting split."
" Wow. Looks good on you." He muttered, struggling to hold composure. "You and your... mutant lizard tongue."
"Spider tongue." I corrected, grinning wickedly. "Get it right."
He groaned, half in frustration, half in disbelief. "I'm not sure whether to be impressed or terrified. Also spiders don't have tongues."
"Both." I rocked my hips slightly against him, sending a shock of awareness through his body. "Always both."
The kiss that followed was different. Hotter. Teasing. I reveled in keeping Peter off balance, alternating between soft tenderness and mischievous flicks of my split tongue. Peter eventually gave up resisting, hands gripping my waist as he surrendered to the chaos.
When we finally broke apart, both of us panting, Peter rested his forehead against mine.
"Okay," He said quietly, voice low but steady. "Seriously. Why? Why go that far?"
The grin faded. My eyes softened.
"First reason?" I said, almost breezy. "Because it's badass and totally me."
Peter chuckled despite himself. "Figures."
"But the second reason…" My voice dropped, quieter now. I looked down, fingers tracing the seam of Peter's shirt. "It's because every time I look in the mirror, I don't just want to see Gwen Stacy or Spider-Woman. I want to see someone who became better. Who survived. Who chose to be exactly what she wanted. Someone who doesn't back down. The split tongue… it's a reminder. I own this. My body, my choices, my life. I'm not living in anyone's shadow."
Peter's chest tightened. His hands slid up, gently cupping my face, forcing me to meet his eyes.
"You're not in anyone's shadow." He whispered. "You never were and you never will be. Not with me."
My facade of bravado cracked. I blinked, and Peter could have sworn that he saw tears threaten my eyes before I buried it beneath a soft, trembling smile.
"God, you're such a sap." I teased, though my voice wavered.
"And you love it."
I kissed him again, slower this time. Tender. Vulnerable.
The kind of kiss that wasn't about fire or chaos but about certainty.
I tugged at Peter's shirt while kissing him and playing with his tongue between the two ends of my tongue. I unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off with a tug and threw it away, giving me full access to Peter's chest and back. Like my usual habit I pinched Peter's nipples causing him to gasp in my mouth which made me even more wet. We finally broke the kiss, a thin string of saliva on our lips connecting us, I was still playing with Peter's nipples. " You tease my nipples so much you're making them permanently sensitive.
" Peter complained. " What's stopping you from doing the same?" I quip back. " Peter rips off my shirt and then bra. " This bra." Said Peter as his mouth latched on my right nipple and gave a strong tug. Causing me to let out a loud moan, Peter then switched to the left nipple while his hand played with the right. After Peter was done remodeling my areola I pushed him back and straddled him.
" I wanna try something new." I said as I pulled off my soaked panties. My split tongue glided over Peter's areola but never touched the bud while I kept Peter's hands bound to the bedframe using my web. Peter kept squirming while I teased him mercilessly. " Gwen, please." Whispers Peter. " You want my tongue to play with them?" I ask while my forked tongue kept teasing with his right nipple while my fingers played with the right one. " Yes." Gasps Peter.
" Yes. What?" Asks Gwen teasingly. " Yes. Please." Gasped out Peter. " Good boy." I said as my forked tongue finally played with his nipple. I then trailed down kisses until I reached his erect cock. My tongue parted as the two parts of my tongue enveloped Peter's cock from both sides and I start to run my tongue up and down the length of Peter's member. " It feels like getting a blowjob by two girls." Mutters Peter through gasps.
" If I add a hand does it feel like three girls?" I ask while jerking off Peter's cock with my hand while my split tongue played with the pink tip of Peter's dick. " Gwen, I'm about to come!!!" Yells Peter but before he could I stopped. " Nope. Gotta get me off first." I say mischievously as I bring down my pussy on Peter's mouth, my blonde pubic hair tickled Peter's nose and Peter got off to work as his tongue slid into my hot, wet folds. I kept playing with his balls while letting out groans of pleasure. Finally, after 10 minutes of intense pussy licking I finally came.
I got off of Peter's glistening face and to finish the blowjob which didn't take too long as I kept him on edge during the licking session. I felt the thick semen by swirling it around my tongue and then swallowed the load after a good tasting session. " You know that you can spit it out." Says Peter. " Eh. I'm addicted to it." I replied with a shrug. Suddenly Peter breaks free from his bindings, gets on top of me and says, " And I'm addicted to you." Peter puts on a condom, slides in his throbbing cock inside my slick pussy and starts to fuck me in a slow yet rhythmic pace. My hand brushed the Sandevistan, feeling the cold, pulsing prosthetic against the warmth of his lean and muscular back.
The hotel room was filled with slow and rhythmic thumping noise and soft moans. With each thrust I was bouncing forward and backwards as Peter rhythmically fucked me. " Oh...oh...oh... yes. Fuck. Peter don't stop." I whined. " I... won't." Replied Peter as he picked up the pace. With a final push he came at the same time as me. My legs that were wrapped around his waist finally let go as they turned to jelly. " Tired?" Asks Peter while nibbling my ear to which I just nod.
Then Peter's grin turns mischievous as he grabbed my legs and folded them over my shoulders, putting me in a mating press. Peter lined his cock with my pussy that was still twitching from the orgasm. " Unfortunately for you I'm still horny." Before I could say anything Peter was already rubbered up and fucking me again. I didn't resist as I just kept moaning from the vaginal stimulation. After a long sex session we were on top of each other. Naked and tangled in the sheets, the room reeked with the scent of semen and sex.
And for the first time in weeks, the world outside didn't matter.
I know, it's a weird choice to give Gwen such an unnatural body modification but it seems to pair well with her impulsive nature. Also, in Patreon we are 14 chapters away from Peter and Gwen's wedding.
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