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Marvel King of The Swarm Chapter 60: Life Finds a Way (II) *
🕑 Added 2025-07-09 03:09:14 +0000 UTC"Yes!" Gwen gasped before throwing herself at Harry once more, pressing her lips against his in an almost violent kiss, her hot breath rolling across his face as she bit and nibbled at his bottom lip.
Not bothering to keep up with her frantic pace, Harry let go of Gwen's arms and instead wrapped one arm around her waist, while the other came around her back and cupped the back of Gwen's head.
Feeling Harry move against her, Gwen's body flushed with heat and without any semblance of control, her hands wrapped around Harry's neck, pulling him into her as she sat up, straddling his waist, "More...I need more!"
Gwen continued her oral assault on Harry's lips, bringing her tongue into the mix as she practically pried them apart before invading his mouth. Tasting his spit and feeling his tongue move against hers, Gwen let out a deep moan as a dull ache throbbed in the bottom half of her stomach, 'Why does kissing feel this good?'
But locking lips wasn't nearly enough for Gwen; she wanted more, she needed more. Breaking away from the kiss, Gwen panted, remembering to breathe while her lips glistened with their swapped spit, "I need you to touch me, Harry...make me feel good inside...I need you!"
Making sure Harry understood exactly what she meant, Gwen started to grind her crotch up and down against his abs, letting out an audible sigh as the rough, uneven texture gave her so much-needed stimulation. Chewing on her lip vigorously, Gwen's eyes fluttered as she felt a growing tension right below her navel, like a string was slowly being pulled taut and it was only a sharp tug away from snapping.
"I-I'm almost there...p-please forgive me Harrryy!!" Gwen screamed as her entire body locked up, as her legs trembled uncontrollably before clamping around Harry's waist. Had Harry been a normal person, Gwen would have shattered his ribs with her strength as her constant control slipped in the throes of her climax.
Pulling Gwen into himself, Harry could only wait as Gwen slowly came down from her orgasm, feeling her tremors slowly stop until she came to a rest. But the reprieve only lasted for a moment before Gwen shuddered and her hips started to move again, "W-why?! I-it won't stop...I can still feel it!"
Pulling away, Gwen looked up into Harry's face, her eyes wide and frightful, not knowing what was going on, "Make it stop, please! Do anything, just make it stop!"
Harry was silent for a moment before he let out a long sigh, "You're going to hate me for this afterward."
Without any further warning, Harry stood up, taking Gwen with him as he walked over to his bike before prying her off of him and throwing her over the seat.
"H-Harry, what are you doing?" Proping herself up, Gwen looked over her shoulder and froze as she watched Harry reach down and undo his pants, eventually pulling down the hem of his underwear and letting his cock spring free.
For a moment, the rest of the world around Gwen faded to nonexistence as she focused on the member hanging between Harry's legs. The length and girth should have terrified her and snapped her out of whatever enthralled state she was being forced into. But Gwen's mind was running on a single loop track, the most primal of instincts and the ultimate goal of every living organism. To ensure the continuation of their genetic information through the next generation. And to Gwen's primal sensibilities, Harry was overly certified to fulfill that role.
Almost without her realizing it Gwen arched her back, sticking out her ass which swayed from side to side, in her skin tight leggings, 'I shouldn't want this...But I know if Harry doesn't put it in soon, I'm going to web him up and use him like a living sex toy. God I sound like a predator!'
Fortunately for Gwen, Harry's cock quickly rose to the occasion growing even larger somehow and exciting Gwen even more as he moved in behind her, "Gwen I don't want to hurt you, so I'm gonna go slow at first-"
Before Harry could finish his sentence, Gwen whirled around and stared him down with a look that could kill, "I don't know if you forgot Harry, but I'm not just some regular girl. I've gotten into a fist fight with the Rhino and walked away without a limb. Now stop being so nice and fuck the shit out of me! I wanna see why Betty and Liz can't hear your name without fighting the urge to touch themselves!"
Harry blinked, genuinely caught off guard, before an evil grin spread across his lips, "Alright then, I'll treat you the exact way I treat them."
"Good, now stop wasting your breath and-"
Harry interrupted Gwen with a firm smack across her toned bubble butt and she let out a strangled gasp as a mix of pain and pleasure spread cross her lower half in a tingling wave, "Mgh fuck!"
Unbothered by her shout of pain, Harry grabbed Gwen's leggings and, with a sharp tug, tore them apart, revealing Gwen's black lacey underwear. Leaning forward, Harry ran one hand between Gwen's legs, sliding his fingers along the slick and damp fabric and pressing down on the molten core that throbbed needy for release.
"Be careful what you ask for," Harry muttered as his hand pulled back, and in one smooth motion, he pulled aside Gwen's underwear and buried two of his fingers into her dripping slit. Gwen let out a keening whine as her back arched and her entire body stiffened, desperate to keep the welcomed intrusion inside of her.
At the same time, Harry couldn't help but grunt as Gwen clamped down on his digits with an actual vice-like grip, "I guess super strength means a really strong pelvic floor as well."
"Nngh," Gwen's only reply was an long drawn out moan as she started to rock back and forth trying to fuck herself with Harry's fingers with such intensity that her ass started to clap even without her trying, "S-stop teasing me! J-just give me the real thing already!"
"What's the real thing Gwen?" Harry replied with a smile as he curled his fingers, dragging them across her walls until he found an especially tender spot and focused on it, "Come on now, use your words, and make them sweet."
Gwen instantly melted into a pile of flesh begging to be molded, "Your dick, I want you to fuck me with your big fat dick!"
Harry laughed as he pulled out his fingers, and grabbed the base of his cock, "You really are eager aren't you. But don't worry, I have just what you need."
Grabbing Gwen by the hips Harry lined up the head of cock before slowly pressing his hips forward.
Gwen's eyes turned into saucers as she felt something big hard and hot press against her pussy and then after a moment of resistance her lower lips stretched allowing the Harry inside.
Gwen grabbed onto the leather-padded seat for dear life as Harry slowly inserted himself making sure she felt every inch of his cock as it stretched her walls and filled every nook, cranny and engorgienous zone Gwen had.
The feeling inside of Gwen's stomach was the equivalent of someone skewering her on a red-hot metal rod, and she loved every second of it, as it fulfilled her in more ways than one.
Eventually, Gwen felt Harry come to a stop as he bottomed out inside of her with a breathy sigh, his hand leaving her waist and instead slamming down to either side of her as he started to move. With steady powerful strokes Harry thrust in and out of Gwen his hips smacking against her ass while his hot breath rained down on her back.
But Gwen could feel the urgency slowly building as Harry's breath became more labored and his thrusts came harder and faster, "D-don't hold out, just give it to me! I want to feel you fill me up!"
Hearing Gwen's pleading voice was the last straw for Harry as he bottomed out inside of her once more as his ball throbbed and a familiar pressure rose from the base of his cock. A long and loud groan escaped from Harry's lips, which Gwen quickly joined as she felt the piping hot and heavy deluge pour inside of her and finally quench the fire that had been eating her up, 'Oh yeah that's the spot.'
