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Marvel: King of The Swarm Chapter 47: A New Development
🕑 Added 2025-06-29 03:01:50 +0000 UTC--r18 start--
"So when are you going to make a move on MJ," Liz asked with a moan as she straddled Harry's waist and wrapped her arms around his neck, "I want the four of us to be together again, just like when we were kids."
Wrapping his arms around Liz's slender waist, Harry held her down as he moved his hips, grinning as her eyes went wide and her breath hitched before Liz melted into him, her body going limp with pleasure, "Don't worry, it'll be soon enough, but you know how MJ is."
"Independent to a fault," Betty muttered, kneeling behind Harry and letting the back of his head rest against her generous breasts as she tilted his chin up to steal a kiss.
"Hey you already had your turn," Liz protested as she watched Betty and Harry make out their tongues locked together in an intense dance.
Glancing at her sister's wife, Betty pulled away from the kiss with an evil smile, "Sounds like someone is feeling a little uncared for, seems like she's going to need all of your attention, Harry."
"Oh?" Harry asked even as he started to move, shifting forward until Liz was on her back and then flipping her onto her stomach, "Well, I'd be happy to oblige."
"H-hold on a second." Liz was cut off as a swarm of symbiote tendrils erupted out of Harry's body, some seizing her lips and pinning her down while another slipped between her lips and down her throat.
Sitting back on the bed Betty's hand dove in between her legs, a lustful smile on her face as she watched Harry's cock swell growing to a size that would break a normal woman. Meanwhile, Liz continued to squirm and squeal around the tentacle currently fucking her face, even as her lower petals started to drip clearly eager for what was about to occur.
Grabbing Liz by the waist Harry forced her ass into the air, giving him better access to both of her holes, "But which one should I choose?"
Harry looked back at Betty who licked her lips as her fingers moved in and out of her slit which had already been stuffed with several of Harry's loads, "Fuck her in the ass...she's been complaining about how much training you've put her through even though I know she a fucking butt slut at heart."
Liz let out an especially loud squeal of protest, but Harry silenced her with a firm slap on the ass turning the whine into a moan, "Seems like you need to be taught some manners."
Liz moaned as she looked back and shook her ass enticing Harry with a defiant look in her eyes, "Alright, just remember you asked for this."
Grabbing his cock Harry rubbed the bulbous tip against Liz's backdoor lubricating the tight hole with his pre-cum and teasing Liz who whimpered as she felt his size.
After everything was nice and slick Harry lined up his cock and pressed forward, not forcefully but with enough pressure to make Liz moan as she tried to pull away on to find herself strapped down by even more tendrils.
For a moment it didn't seem like Harry would fit, but then with an audible pop, the head of Harry's cock slid into Liz's ass, who immediately stiffened and let out a moan that not even the tendril in her throat could silence.
Betty panted as she watched Liz's sphincter stretch as Harry slowly buried himself inside her ass, his jaw clenched as Liz squeezed on his shaft like a vice trying to push out the foreign intrusion.
"Fuck you feel so good around me," Harry hissed as he grabbed Liz's hips and started to slowly thrust in and out of her soon-to-be gaping hole, "I think I'm gonna use your ass more often. What do you think?"
Liz's throat bulged as the tentacle pulled out of her mouth leaving her spluttering a coughing for breath, "Y-you're too big, I-I can feel you in my stomach!"
Harry didn't bother to reply as he pushed Liz down mounting her like a wild animal, burying himself all the way to the hilt.
"~Mhg fuck~" Liz moaned her legs shaking as she climaxed from her ass alone, "M-more...I-I want more!"
"See I told you she was a butt whore," Betty laughed as Liz's moans grew into screams of pleasure as she matched Harry's thrusts.
Just then Harry's phone suddenly lit up and Betty glanced over to see a call notification from his father.
Standing up from the bed Betty grabbed the phone and answered the call, "Harry I need you to come back to the penthouse. I have something I need to tell you."
"Hello Mr. Osborn, I'm sorry but Harry is a bit busy at the moment," Betty replied with a grin as she glanced over and watched Harry pick Liz up off the bed letting gravity slam her down onto his cock.
"Who is this?" Norman demanded his voice booming through the phone and Betty had to resist the urge to scream back, "It's Betty, I used to hang out with Harry all the time when we were kids."
"Well, Betty or whatever your name is, tell my son he needs to be home tonight, no excuses," Norman muttered dismissively before hanging up without another word.
Staring at the phone, Betty sniffed, "And another candidate for the spawning pool. Harry, your father called!"
"Just a second," Harry grunted while bottoming out inside of Liz one last time, his balls pulsing as he filled Liz like a cream puff.
With a final grunt Harry pulled out his cock and Betty watched as a viscous waterfall poured from Liz's gaping ass. Letting out a pleased sigh, Harry dropped Liz onto the bed, in a quivering moaning pile, before he turned to address Betty, "What was that about my father?"
"He needs you home tonight to tell you something important," Betty muttered as she glanced from Liz to Harry's still-hard cock.
Following her gaze, Harry grinned knowingly, "Well, I don't think I can ride back like this, can I?"
"Hmmm, I couldn't agree more," Betty muttered as she walked over and knelt before Harry, "Don't worry, I'll be quick."
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Stepping out of the elevator and into the living room, Harry immediately looked over to his father, who was standing in front of the lit fireplace and staring obsessively into the flames, "You called me?"
Norman spun around and grinned when he saw his son, "Good, you're here. I was wondering how long you were going to keep me waiting."
Harry frowned at his father's tone but didn't say anything and quickly wiped the expression off his face. "Well, you didn't give me much notice. Should I be worried about why you needed to talk so urgently?"
Norman shook his head as he pushed off the fireplace and gestured for Harry to come closer, "Not at all, not at all, in fact, you should be excited, because your old man is running for mayor!"
"That's...great!" Harry exclaimed quickly, pushing past his confusion in favor of overwhelming support, "Though I never got the impression you were interested in politics before."
Norman grinned as he slung an arm around Harry's shoulders, "I'm afraid, son, that politics are a necessity when you reach my status in life. It's just this time around, I figured that rather than throw my money behind a candidate, I'd rather spend it on myself."
"Makes sense, but why do I have a feeling you have something else you wanted to talk about?" Harry asked as Norman led him out of the room and into his office.
"Observant as always," Norman praised with a toothy grin, "Well, I wanted to tell you in person just so you understand that when I announce my campaign, there are going to be a lot of eyes on me and those associated with me, which of course includes you. So just don't do anything controversial or stupid that may reflect poorly on me, understood?"
Norman squeezed Harry's shoulder and none too gently to get his point across, "Got it."
"Good," Norman said as he let go of Harry's shoulder and moved behind his desk before typing away on his computer, "The second thing I wanted to talk to you about is the patents you sold me a few months ago."
"Is something wrong with them?" Harry asked worriedly, even though he knew that his technology was flawless.
"Well, the problem is they're too good," Norman replied as he continued to work at his computer, clearly looking for something. "It's made life in the lab a whole lot easier, from clinical testing of pharmaceutical drugs, developing new surgery procedures, and so on."
"That doesn't sound like a problem," Harry muttered, wondering what his father was really getting at.
Norman nodded, "It's not, your work has outshone specialists who have spent their entire careers attempting to come close to what you accomplished. Which is why I've decided to hire you as an employee and assign you as my lead Lab technician."
Harry blinked, "B-but what about school?"
Norman fixed Harry with a piercing glare, "You'll drop out, it's not like you're learning anything. At this point, it is just a distraction. Besides, I need you here and working on Oscorps' newest product."
Norman then flipped around his screen and showed Harry what he had pulled up, "Once people learn about this, the city is as good as mine!"
