Caught in her Web - Chapter 36

Tags: Namor, Cuckolding, Attempted NTR, Portals, Hotwife/Vixen

The birth of Hope Eloise Parker delayed their holiday by a couple of weeks, but after helping May and Ben with everything they’d need, and setting them up with the best accessories money could buy, Pete and Gwen booked their holiday to Australia as an almost post-proposal honeymoon.

While catching up with Riri again and seeing the Anti-Gravity Well - he still refused to refer to it by its given name, even mentally - in person was high on their list of priorities, they also decided to tick off another task on their forever growing list of obligations.

When Pete emptied the ocean of all the garbage and pollutants that infested it to help build the Anti-Gravity Well, it had a predictable, and far-reaching effect on all marine flora and fauna. With the reduction in waste, ecosystems had slowly, naturally been restored and life - with a little help from overeager scientists at SI - had started to flourish in earnest.

Not only was the ocean cleaner and healthier, but the fishing industry was booming now that the water was teeming with life.

While the fishers were ecstatic with the changes, as well as coastal towns that relied on a clean, healthy ocean for tourism and their way of life, none were as happy with the unintentional outcome of his work as the Atlanteans.

The underwater empire had grown increasingly resentful of the surface dwellers for years for - what they saw as - foreigners destroying their home. Pete could understand the sentiment. He wouldn’t be happy either if some negligent random strolled into his home and took a dump on his pristine floor.

Pete had unknowingly averted a looming disaster between the two peoples by greedily sucking up all the refuse, and the Atlanteans had given him a standing invitation to visit them ever since. They wanted to honour and thank him for not only mopping up all the mess, but for putting measures in place so that all of humanity’s garbage and waste would forevermore be recycled into nanites that would never again pollute their waters.

They didn’t even mind the pervasive industrial fishing industry anymore, especially since the methods of doing so were far less damaging to the environment than they had been previously through methods like trawling.

Gwen had laughed at him when he told her how the Atlanteans thought of him, taking great joy in how uncomfortable it made him. This wasn’t like his reaction to things he deliberately did though, like the IRI or the hospitals he built. He’d done something for the Atlanteans that they all-but idolised him for now… and he hadn’t even intended it.

Still, his inner-nerd had always wanted to see the underwater kingdom for himself. Atlantis had been sunk millennia ago under mysterious circumstances, but the people had grown and adapted to living in their new subaquatic environment.

After telling the Atlanteans that he’d finally be accepting their invitation, Pete and Gwen had spent a week in Portugal just laying about on its beautiful beaches. They’d been told that the royal advisors and nobility wanted to host a feast in his honour, and that they’d need time to prepare. The newly engaged couple spent an idyllic week doing nothing but swimming, tanning and fucking before taking a boat out of Portugal to meet the envoys that would take them down to the kingdom proper, deep in the Atlantic Ocean.

Gwen looked at peace, dangling off the edge of the sailing yacht as the wind swept through her hair. Pete smiled at the captain and joined her, admiring her athletic form in the skin-tight wetsuit she wore, the sleek rebreather they’d swiped from SI hanging loosely around her neck.

They didn’t know what to expect when visiting a subaquatic kingdom, Pete thought it better to be prepared than embarrassed.

‘Having fun?’

She turned and graced him with a radiant smile as he plopped down and snuggled next to her, wrapping his arms around the steel railing to make sure he didn’t fall over the edge and embarrass himself, especially after he told her his exciting news.

‘Yeah,’ she admitted with a forlorn smile. ‘A part of me is gonna be sad when we disembark, to be honest. This boat is awesome…’

She wasn’t wrong. At just under one-hundred and thirty feet, she wasn’t the biggest ship he’d been on - who was he kidding, he was friends with Tony Stark, it wasn’t even close - but she was nevertheless gorgeous, sleek and luxurious, all glossy timber panelling with sleek black sails while below deck the interior looked like a luxury apartment.

‘I agree,’ Pete said and Gwen turned back to him when she heard the grin in his answer, her eyebrow raised. ‘That’s why I just bought it. Figured I’d give it to you as an early wedding present.’

Gwen stared at him blankly for several seconds, her eyes wide. She shook her head, as if she misheard him. ‘I beg your pardon?’

Chuckling, he bumped her with his shoulder. ‘You heard me. You think I was hanging out with the captain for so long because I preferred his company to yours? I’ve been learning how to sail my new ship.’

She still looked stunlocked at the news, gaping at him like a fish. ‘You bought me a ship?’

Pete shrugged, grinning cheekily. ‘It’s been a while since I’ve splurged some money on something for us, figured buying boats is what rich people usually do. Besides, it’s not my fault, when I saw how much you were enjoying yourself… you basically made me do it. It’s all your fault, really.’

Shaking her head, she barked out a laugh before swinging around and sitting in his lap, her lips pressing against his as they shared a slow, passionate kiss.

‘Wanna hear something funny?’ she whispered, her forehead pressed against his. ‘Just hearing you say wedding present had butterflies going crazy in my tummy.’ She smiled bashfully. ‘Cringe, right?’

‘No,’ Pete answered, his face completely serious. ‘It’s not.’

She smiled sweetly and blushed prettily before leaning in and kissing him again. They melted against each other, the boat’s gentle rocking making them feel at ease, peaceful.

‘My dad always wanted a boat,’ Gwen finally said, squinting against the midday sun and snuggling up against his side. ‘Nothing like this, obviously, but he’d always go on about it, saying he dreamed of taking us out fishing or whatever.’

She’d grown misty eyed as she recalled her parents, and Pete squeezed her tight, providing his fiancée all the comfort he could. He didn’t doubt that she’d grow even more melancholy the closer they drew to their big day, but aside from being there for her, there wasn’t much Pete could do about that.

Pete hummed thoughtfully, getting Gwen’s attention. ‘That’s a good name.’

‘Huh?’

Giving her his biggest, corniest smile, he shrugged. ‘Stacy’s Dream,’ he clarified. She technically already has a name, but after I’m done with some, err, upgrades, I figured I’d rename her -’

He didn’t get to finish, Gwen was kissing him again, trapping him against the railing so he couldn’t escape and mauling his mouth with her own. When she pulled away, her eyes glistened but her smile was wide and just adorable.

‘He’d love that…’

Their peaceful moment was interrupted when something broke the water not fifty feet from his new boat. When they both turned to look, Pete gaped as he beheld something he wouldn’t be surprised to see in The Little Mermaid rather than real life.

A chariot made of beautiful, multi-coloured coral reef sat floating on the water, encased in a translucent bubble that seemed to keep the water at bay. They barely had a few moments to admire the strange craft before two blue-skinned figures shot out of the water like dolphins and landed on the deck of the soon-to-be-named Stacy’s Dream.

Atlanteans were a people who, over millennia, had evolved to better inhabit their environment, the colour of their skin only one of the more notable changes. Their ears were pointed, their wide eyes strange and better adapted to seeing underwater, and they had noticeable gills on the sides of their torsos. Given the fact that they weren’t gasping for oxygen, Pete assumed they had a dual respiratory system that let them exist both underwater and on land.

The last, most obvious difference was their bodies. Sleeker and more hydrodynamic, they were tall and lanky, their fingers and toes webbed to allow them to swim better. Despite the difference in their physiologies, Pete admired the woman who’d exploded onto the deck while Gwen admired her and her male partner both.

They were strange to look at, true, but also weirdly beautiful.

They wore sleek, tight pants - and crop top for the woman - that looked like leather but were likely something more hydrophobic while their shoulders were covered in a pauldron made out of some kind of scale armour. Pete wondered if this was the standard military garb.

‘That won’t be necessary, Doctor Parker, Miss Stacy,’ the woman said with a kind smile, motioning to their swimsuits. ‘Both the chariot and the castle are encased in a shield that keeps out the water - our King and his court often entertain guests from the surface for diplomatic purposes.’

‘Huh,’ Pete muttered in surprise. ‘Sorry, I always thought your people were a reclusive sort. I’ve only ever seen your king at the United Nations.’

‘That is understandable,’ the man intoned with a deep voice and a bow. ‘We do not often advertise our dealings and despite certain…frictions, as of late, we do deal with surface dwellers for technology and trade goods. I’m sure King Namor or Chancellor Thalassar could fill you in on the details.’

‘I’m eager to learn,’ Pete said with a kind smile. ‘Um, if wetsuits aren’t needed, what’s the dress code?’

The man smiled and the woman covered her mouth and giggled. ‘Formal will be fine, we can wait while you get changed.’

‘That won’t be necessary,’ Gwen replied with a cheeky smile, mirroring their earlier statement. Before either Atlantean could question her, Gwen reached over and laid a hand on Pete’s chest, a burst of nanites flowing into him from her core. Their eyes widened when his wetsuit rippled and shimmered and, a blink of an eye later, Pete was dressed in a perfectly cut tuxedo, dress shoes and all.

When they turned to Gwen, their eyes widened further when her own outfit had already changed. Pete was just as surprised, she’d opted for a dress far more modest than she usually went for - a strapless, floor length silky white number contoured to her incredible body perfectly, the only sign of immodesty the slit that ran all the way up to her waist.

Beaming at the shocked look on the Atlanteans faces, Gwen hooked her arm in Pete’s and flicked her head towards the chariot. ‘Shall we go?’

-

Pete was honestly shocked with how quickly his awe and amazement had fizzled out. A self-proclaimed nerd, there was no way he could have tamped down his initial excitement and giddiness at the thought of visiting the mythical kingdom of Atlantis.

Their carriage, protected from the subaquatic elements by a dome of energy, was pulled by two, gorgeous, elephant-sized seahorses, their skin glittering and running the gamut in hues along the entire colour spectrum. 

The bioluminescence from the natural fauna let them know they were approaching the kingdom long before their guides did, the glittering light making the ocean floor look more like a starry sky.

When they reached the kingdom proper, both he and Gwen had gasped in amazement. Homes made of coral as far as the eye could see and built within a protective trench while what instantly drew their eye was the massive castle at the base, a giant dome much like the one protecting their carriage providing a breathable atmosphere for the visitors. 

One would think, after an introduction like that, Pete would be a barely contained ball of excitement for the entire evening…

Unfortunately, the Atlanteans proved to be as normal and dreadfully dull as the surface dwellers they all seemed to think themselves superior to. After being greeted by the undeniably handsome and charismatic pale-skinned, half-blood king, Pete and Gwen were passed around what seemed like the entirety of the Atlantean nobility like cheap hookers.

If I have to hear one more explanation as to why Atlantis is the greatest kingdom on Earth, I might just launch myself out of this barrier and end it all. 

Unlike the rest of the buildings, the royal palace looked to be crafted out of a single, giant piece of gorgeous, white marble. As another self-important noble extolled the virtues of his family's trade empire, Pete absently wondered if the castle was a relic of the time before the great cataclysm that sank the mythical kingdom. 

Probably…

He tried his best to hide his grimace as he took another sip of his drink, some sour, non-alcoholic beverage that made his lips want to shrivel and disappear. 

He failed to hide his reaction and the noble he was talking to let out a musical laugh. 

‘’Zyntari is an acquired taste,’ he said graciously, chuckling at Pete’s cringe of embarrassment.

‘No kidding…’

Thankfully, the painful interaction was interrupted when Gwen returned to his side, leaning up to place a tender kiss on his jaw. 

‘I'll leave you two to it,’ the self-important man replied with a forced smile, bowing out of the conversation. ‘Perhaps we could talk some more later about how your technology can help my family's business.’

‘For sure,’ Pete replied with a gracious nod and smile that he held until the blue-skinned man spun sway, his robes floating around him as he did so. 

How the hell do robes make sense in an underwater environment…?

‘I think I've seen happier children at the dentist,’ Gwen teased, placing another soft kiss on his jaw as if in conciliation. She steadfastly ignored his glare and continued unabashed, ‘you won't believe this, in the bathrooms, they have this three seashells system instead of toilet paper.’

Pete’s lips curled more than when he took a sip of the god-awful drink. ‘That sounds…unsanitary.’

Gwen laughed. ‘Right? Well, I guess it makes sense…not like paper would work around here most of the time…’

Pete took a step away from her, eyeing the delicate hand holding his arm in disgust but Gwen just giggled and pulled him back. ‘Oh relax, you baby. I made paper myself.’

He stopped resisting her pull at her welcome news and Gwen just rolled her eyes. ‘Is that what took you so long?’

‘Why?’ Gwen asked in a teasing tone. ‘Miss me?’

‘Like you wouldn't believe,’ Pete admitted without shame. She was the extrovert in their relationship, this schmoozing had never been his thing. ‘I came to marvel at a magical, underwater kingdom and instead I'm talking to people about the logistics of manufacturing fibres out of seaweed - I mean, seriously?’

Gwen chucked and squeezed his cheeks playfully. ‘Oh my poor baby,’ she cooed in her most patronising voice possible. ‘At least you don't have Mister Steal Yo Girl following you around like a horny dog. You know he just jumped me after I came out of the freaking bathroom? Sorry, but no one's hot enough to make that not creepy.’

Pete's ears perked up at his fiancée’s grousing, his cock twitching in perverse delight. King Namor had taken an obvious interest in Gwen ever since laying eyes on her. When they’d idly mentioned to Sue that they’d be making a visit to the underwater kingdom, the beautiful older woman had offered them a wry smile and warned them of the Sub-Mariner’s fiery and passionate nature.

She might have undersold it a bit, if that’s even possible…

From the moment they’d stepped foot in Atlantis and the ruler had laid eyes on his beautiful fiancée, Namor had been all over her, trying to get her alone as much as possible, dancing with her, sending her charming smiles and whispering sweet nothings into her ear. It was all pretty blatant, and Pete got a kick at seeing how the other Atlanteans nobles would tense, as if fearing his reaction or worried he’d be offended.

They clearly don’t get the news down here…

Pete just acted like he was oblivious, he also found that pretty funny.

‘You don’t find him attractive?’ He didn’t need to mask his surprise. Namor was tall, his body lean and somehow impossibly bulky at the same time. He walked around with his bulging chest exposed wearing nothing but his gold jewellery and a pair of incredibly tight, leather-like pants that left nothing of his impressive endowment to the imagination. His black hair was short, thick and wavy and his blue eyes had a hypnotising quality to them when, combined with his charisma, gave the ruler an aura that made it hard to ignore him.

If nothing else, Pete thought Gwen might dig his pointed ears - combined with everything else, it made him look like some kind of sea-elf.

Though she often tried to play it down, Gwen was as much a nerd as him. She had a thing for elves.

At his question, her cheeks pinked and she sputtered. Pete masked his smirk with another sip of his horrid drink and she slapped him on the chest. ‘I mean, yeah, he’s hot as hell, but what’s that got to do with anything?’

Pete just shrugged and, as his eyes trailed over the royal ballroom filled with Atlanteans that each wanted a piece of him, he sighed. ‘There’s no reason for both of us to be miserable. You might as well have some fun.’

She sputtered again, this time indignantly. ‘I’m not leaving you out here alone with the sharks.’ She sidled up to him and Pete shot her a gentle, loving smile as she wrapped her arms around his bicep. ‘Besides, Namor’s trying way too hard - it’s a little cringe, to be honest.’

Doing his best to suppress his amused grin, Pete hummed thoughtfully. ‘I guess I just figured you wouldn’t be able to pass up an opportunity to sample yourself a royal cock.’ He did his best not to bark out a hysterical laugh as Gwen’s grip tightened painfully around his arm. ‘I guess not everyone’s suited to mingling with royalty - don’t worry honey, I understand.’

This time, it was Pete that was hamming up the patronising tone and, as Gwen narrowed her eyes dangerously at him, he didn’t bother hiding his smug grin.

‘You’re playing a dangerous game, Stud.’

‘Oh?’ he teased, bending down and pecking his fiancée on the lips. Pete was glad that the other Atlanteans could apparently read the room and didn’t bother him at that moment, he was having way too much fun teasing Gwen - the most fun he’d had all evening, to be honest. ‘And what game’s that, my love?’

Clearing her throat, she scanned the room before turning back to him, biting her lip. ‘Don’t tickle the sleeping dragon…’

Snorting, Pete kissed her again and tapped his temple. It had been a bit awkward to get his ever-present drones down here undetected, but breaking them down into nanites and reassembling them when they were out of the water had let him sidestep that inconvenience - though with the Space Stone, he was never far away from an entire army of drones should the need ever arise, or his secret weapon. ‘Babe, go and have some fun. Give me something interesting to watch before I blow my own brains out in boredom.’ He kissed her again before pulling back and winking. ‘Don’t be a little baby.’

She scanned the room once more before turning back to him, once-again biting her lip. ‘Fuck,’ she cursed, very obviously rubbing her thighs together under her dress. ‘Fuck. If this earns me a stalker for life, I’m strapping Sue down to my chair for an entire week on Edge Mode…’

Pete laughed and slapped her on the ass, channelling a bit of MJ as he grinned saucily at his fiancée. ‘Go get ‘em, Tiger.’

She shuddered then glared, the corners of her lips quirking in a cheeky grin. ‘Don’t ever say that again.’

With a final kiss and a gentle smile at the pair of Atlantean nobles who had finally approached him, Gwen slipped away, hopefully to rescue him from his mind-numbingly boring fate.

As he was regaled with the importance and wonder of the miraculous coralite, Pete did his very best to smile and nod along where appropriate, making sure he devoted as much of his mind as possible so as to not appear rude while also mostly tuning the duo - a husband and wife pair - out.

He waited ten minutes before accessing the feed from the drones he’d sent after his fiancée, his slacks instantly tightening when he found both Gwen and Namor alone somewhere in the castle in a quiet corridor. His girl was leaning against the wall with her hands impishly behind her back and looking up into the king of Atlantis’ eyes with a fetching smile as they spoke in hushed whispers. Narmor loomed over her, his arm on the marble wall above her head and his impressive body crowding her.

In opposition to how Gwen had reacted to his presence already that evening, she looked far more receptive now. Pete idly wondered if Namor chalked that up to his own charisma, or Gwen’s absence from his sight.

‘...You would not have to work a day in your life,’ Namor purred, his voice like honey. ‘Every one of your whims will be catered for, and you could hone your martial abilities against myself every day, someone worthy of your…intoxicating strength and power…’

Laying it on a bit thick there, buddy.

Gwen’s features didn’t twitch, her coy smile firmly in place - even as she spammed him with eye-rolling and puking emojis. Not letting her inner feelings show, she instead pulled one hand out from behind her back and instead cupped the impressive bulge in the front of Namor’s pants.

‘I have a lot of… whims.’

Namor inhaled sharply through his nostrils, his eyes flicking down to stare hungrily at the small, delicate hand cupping his junk.

His head slowly turned back up, his blue eyes smouldering and boring into Gwen’s. ‘Perhaps…we can see to them, then.’

Apparently the hallway they’d found themselves in was close to Namor’s private chambers. Taking Gwen’s hand, they loped towards a large pair of double doors and Pete was quick to command his silent, invisible drones through the gap before they were locked out.

The second they slipped into the lavish bedroom that looked more like some kind of harem chamber in an upscale whorehouse, Gwen turned and grabbed the King of Atlantis by the hem of his pants and shoved him against the thick, stone doors, the impact creating a loud bang and causing the entire room to shake ominously. Namor’s eyes widened with shock and excitement at the feat of strength, but before he could say anything, Gwen leaned up on her tippy-toes and pressed her lips against his, swallowing any appreciative comments he may have uttered with a passionate kiss.

While Pete didn’t really know Namor personally, he knew of his abilities thanks to the profile SHIELD had on him. He also knew what their profile said about Gwen, particularly before his nanites had empowered her, acting like a force-multiplier. Namor was considered to be in the highest tiers in terms of strength, only below monsters like Thor or the Hulk.

Gwen, back when she only had her radioactive spider-based abilities to call upon, could barely boast a tenth of Namor’s physical strength. They’d made an attempt to catalogue her new abilities as time passed, and Pete took a perverse pleasure in his girl shattering their expectations, or her new baseline, each time.

In reality, Pete guessed Gwen was almost as physically strong as Namor at his best, and even stronger if she called upon her vast store of nanites and activated the Carnage protocol. Then there was her superior agility, reflexes, speed…

Did any of this even matter? Well, Pete was a nerd at heart, and what nerd didn’t get off on comparing the strengths and weaknesses of their favourite superheroes? It all meant so much more now too when the basis for comparison was his fiancée.

Rather than be intimidated by Gwen’s strength, the show of force seemed to ignite a fire in Namor. Reaching down, he cupped Gwen’s toned ass, the material of her dress rippling and sinking into her skin before he made contact. Namor made a sound of surprise deep in his throat when his hand touched bare flesh, and when he pulled back from the kiss, his pale cheeks flushed and panting, his eyes widened in shock at what he saw.

Normally, Gwen would just disappear all of her clothes when it was time to have fun, especially when she wasn’t with him and just wanted to get her rocks off.

This time though, she had a different inclination. Gwen grinned sexily up at Namor, the palms of her hands resting on his broad chest. She hadn’t stripped completely naked, instead, she’d shifted her dress into a set of lacy white lingerie instead, garters and thigh-high stockings included.

It was an exact replica of the sexy underwear Sue wore when Pete had been with her last. Namor couldn’t have known, but it was an intentional move on Gwen’s part, a bull-fighter waving a proverbial white cloth at a steaming bull.

‘You are…incomparably beautiful,’ Namor whispered, his voice deep, guttural and straining with his desire.

Gwen grinned cheekily and, with her eyes remaining locked with the king’s, she slowly sank to her knees. Namor sucked in an excited breath as she tore his pants to shreds, giggling as his thick, long sea-serpent of a cock sprang up and hit her on the chin.

‘Someone’s excited…’

He visibly shuddered as she palmed his cock and slowly began to stroke, spreading the copious pre-cum leaking out of his tip along his length.

‘I-I wanted you the s-second I laid eyes on you,’ he growled, his knees shaking as Gwen’s giggle was muffled when she took him into her mouth. When her lips kept sliding all the way down his pale, imposing shaft, he gasped when they reached his groin without Gwen showing the slightest bit of strain. She held the pose, her eyes remaining locked with his before slowly pulling off his huge cock entirely and kissing the tip.

She continued kissing his crown, the tip of her tongue poking at his sensitive slit while one hand stroked his length and the other cupped his heavy, full balls.

Just as he was really getting into the show, Pete mentally cursed as the noble couple in front of him started engaging him in conversation he couldn’t simply nod and smile through dismissively. He did his very best to not let his impatience show, and he figured he succeeded when he set them off on another one-sided diatribe on the merits of concrete versus coralite.

When he focused back on the king’s chambers, Gwen was no longer on her knees. With her hand still gliding up and down Namor’s imposing shaft in a corkscrew motion, her lips were latched onto his dark nipple, suckling him for all she was worth.

Pete: You’ve been staring at those nipples all night, haven’t you?

Gwen: Shaddap.

Pete: Who’s got better nipples? Namor or King Triton?

Pete almost gave the game away and burst out laughing when his completely out-of-the-blue question caught Gwen so off guard, she froze and audibly snorted in amusement. Namor, his wrists attached to the door above his head with some web, looked down in confusion at the unexpected sound but Gwen disguised it by shifting over to his other nipple, her tongue twirling around the hardened nub.

Gwen: Idiot.

Gwen: No one has better nipples than Daddy Triton.

Pete couldn’t remember a time when he’d stressed his mind so much, even after implanting the Space Stone directly in his freaking brain. He was not only carrying on a conversation with a handful of Atlantean nobles, each vying for and demanding his attention, but he was also watching the scene in the king’s chambers with rapidly tightening slacks and an eager, perverted heart.

Namor writhed against his heavy doors, his hips slowly thrusting in mid air as Gwen continued languidly stroking him, spreading his glistening excitement along his almost foot-long shaft. She kept this up all the while licking, nibbling and kissing his lips, neck, chest, the lines of his muscles and, most important of all, his dark nipples. The king was panting, his breath coming in ragged pants as his head repeatedly tilted back and thudded against the stone behind him.

There’s something so insanely hot about Gwen manhandling Namor. She’s stronger than him. I made her stronger than him.

He said as much in a text to her, promptly. He caught her smiling around Namor’s nipple, her eyes closed as she moaned with a mouth full of his bud.

Gwen: When I slammed him against the door, I almost came from that alone. Did you see the look on his face? He wasn’t expecting that…

The nobles Pete was speaking with took his smile as some kind of tacit approval for whatever they were saying and ramped up their sales pitch for the coralite. To be fair to the woman speaking, what she was saying wasn’t entirely dull compared to everything else he’d been subjected to that night - it just paled in comparison to what he was watching through his AR lens.

Apparently the castle wasn’t a single, solid block of marble but some composite, concrete like substance. The woman who he was speaking with, her family was trying to replicate the formula that her ancient, supremely advanced ancestors perfected by using coral as a binding agent, apparently there’s some chemical reaction there that made the coralite incredibly durable and long-lasting.

Reminds me of Roman concrete…

His inner scientist was ruthlessly quashed as, with a groan, Namor bucked his hips and came all over his floor. Gwen held his huge shaft like a firehose as rope after rope of cum spewed out of his tip, each jet ripping another euphoric gasp from the King of Atlantis.

When he finished, he didn’t sag, his member hardly softened, instead, he looked down at Gwen with eyes smouldering with passion. Pulling himself free from the web with a quick tug, Namor reached down and cupped Gwen’s toned ass with his large hands, hoisting her in the air and cradling her against his broad chest as he made his way towards the lavish bed draped with countless, sheer curtains of some kind of lace material.

The drones circled them as they moved and Pete got particularly excited as he watched Namor’s huge, trunk-like cock sway under his girlfriend’s ass, her arms and legs wrapped around his rippling torso. It made for a sexy sight.

Throwing her down on the bed, Gwen bounced once then sank into the plush mattress. Biting her lip sexily, she dematerialised her thong and her thong alone, hiking up one leg and running her fingers over her glistening slit.

Namor growled deep in his chest and dropped to his knees, wrapping his powerful arms around Gwen’s equally powerful thighs and tugging her towards the edge of his bed.

‘I bet you taste divine…’

Gwen’s smile only widened and she spread her legs further for easy access. ‘Why don’t you find out?’

He needed no further prompting, extending his tongue and using the wide, flat surface to lick Gwen along the entire length of her slit. His fiancée’s eyes fluttered closed and she shuddered at the sensation, biting her lip to stifle the pleased moan that threatened to slip out. 

Pete was really struggling. Along with half participating in the conversation with the other nobles, he was doing everything in his power to not pitch an obvious tent. If the show Gwen was putting on for him wasn't exciting enough, he also started to notice some of the Atlanteans not currently involved in his little group discussion looking around worriedly. 

Namor and Gwen's absence had been noticed, and the higher ups were all fretting, terrified he might make a scene or cause them some issues. 

Pete cared little about them thinking he was a cuckold, he didn't really intend visiting them again anyway, but he did care about them ruining their fun. He made sure to keep his features polite and genial, hoping not to give the impression of dissatisfaction or discontent.

Back in the king’s private chambers, Gwen had instructed Namor to eat her ass and the large man dutifully obliged, his fingers playing with her hypersensitive clit while his thick, long tongue rimmed and penetrated her rosebud. His fiancée still bit her lip in an attempt to stifle her moans, but they were more and more slipping out, her breathy cries making it incredibly difficult for Pete not to give himself away.

Gwen no longer propped herself up on her elbows, having collapsed onto the bed in a boneless, pleasure-induced heap, her powerful legs wrapped around Namor’s neck and keeping him attached to her core.

‘Fuck. Yes! Fuuuuuck - I'm cumming!’

As promised, with both hands flying to Namor's head, her fingers threading through his thick, dark hair, Gwen's back arched and her mouth shot open in a silent scream. As Gwen started to vibrate as lances of pleasure shot through her, Namor pulled back and admired his handiwork, a self-satisfied smirk on his handsome features as he strummed Gwen’s clit, prolonging her euphoria.

Gwen squealed at the added stimulus, her eyes snapping open in shock and embarrassment before biting down on her forearm to stifle any further cries. 

‘Don't be embarrassed,’ Namor cooed in a deep purr, his long, webbed fingers slipping inside Gwen's gushing, quivering womanhood and curling up to rub her g-spot. ‘Sing for me, my love. Let me hear your cries of passion. If you choose to stay with me, to be my Queen, you can experience this bliss every night. I would worship you the way you truly deserve…’

Wow, he really is trying to steal my girl, huh? Rude.

If he were being honest with himself, Pete was genuinely amazed that he didn’t feel the slightest bit of worry at the King’s advances. He had complete trust in his soon-to-be wife and their bond. A far cry from the man he used to be before they started dating.

Namor kept up the sinful, honeyed words and direct, g-spot stimulation until Gwen came again with another long, drawn-out cry, her back arching and her core spewing out a deluge of fluids at her lover.

Namor rubbed gentle circles over her belly, devouring Gwen's glorious, half-naked form with smouldering eyes as he patiently waited for his lover to recover from the two, rapid orgasms. 

Pulling his attention away from the smouldering hot scene, Pete smiled at the Atlanteans crowding him when he sensed a lul in the conversation. 

‘I hope you'll all excuse me, I need to avail myself of the facilities.’

God, I sound like such a dweeb…

Pete ignored the worried looks they shared and excused himself, heading into the castle proper towards the bathrooms. While idly wondering how they'd even function when the kingdom was submerged once more, he adjusted himself in his slacks, finally disguising his erection.

He tried not to laugh as he saw more and more of the nobles wearily eyeing each other at his passing, then asked one of them for directions when he realised he had no idea where the bathroom was aside from ‘inside the palace.’

Surprisingly, the bathroom looked pretty much standard, if a little on the opulent side. He guessed they entertained surface dwellers enough to make this a necessity.

Opening the door to one of the stalls, he gaped in disbelief and snorted when he saw a little shelf by the toilets that held three, conical sea shells.

Oh my God, I thought she was kidding…

Speaking of Gwen, Pete shut the door to the stall behind him and pulled up the image inside the King’s chambers, biting his fist to stifle a groan at what he found.

Both Gwen and Namor had apparently recovered enough to move on, and move on they did. Gwen was riding the King of Atlantis, his drone was positioned behind her, giving him a perfect view to see her big, muscular ass slowly sliding up and down on the huge cock. He was so thick, or she was so tight that Namor’s shaft would bend each time she slid down, Gwen’s lips creating an airtight seal around his girthy member.

Pete’s knees went weak at the sight and butterflies flew in his stomach. He’d long since gotten used to the sight of his girl fucking other men, but it never failed to fill him with perverse delight, a delicious mixture of arousal with just a touch of angst and jealousy that he used as fuel for his almost mad desire to reclaim her afterwards.

‘Ooooooh, so big, nnnh.’

Pete didn’t hear Namor’s reply, his eyes solely focused on that huge cock splitting his girl open. Unzipping his slacks, he pulled out his cock and was about to start stroking before he had a brilliant idea.

Namor wasn’t just laying there and letting Gwen ride him, he was leaning up and suckling her pierced nipples while his hands held her toned ass, keeping her cheeks spread while occasionally spanking her. This left her puckered rosebud completely exposed and unattended to and Pete couldn’t help but think it was winking at him invitingly.

Closing the lid of the toilet and taking a seat, Pete used the artefact created at the dawn of the universe to create a portal just big enough to fit his engorged shaft. Positioning the other end so that it was right by Gwen’s inviting ass, he used the image from his drones to sync it with her controlled movements.

Pete almost gave himself away by barking out a laugh at the hilarious sight of a tiny portal rising and falling right by Gwen’s puckered hole, unseen by the two superheroes.

Wait… did I just roast myself…?

Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Pete spit on his hand and stroked his shaft until it was glistening. Holding himself firmly by the base, he didn’t thrust through the portal, instead he gently lowered his side of the gateway making it look like it was slowly devouring him.

It had taken a fair bit of concentration to keep this up when he first learnt how to do it, but now it was as easy as breathing.

Not wanting to be responsible for any unfortunate accidents, especially when his dick was involved, Pete shot off a quick text.

Pete: Relax.

Before Gwen could even muster the adequate thought process to reply, her moans increased in pitch when she felt his soft, spongy head pressing against her ass, his dick now in the room with the superheroes and pressing into her back door.

Gwen: How the fuck -?

Pete: Portal following your ass, keep doing what you’re doing. Have fun. Love you.

Making sure to remain silent, Pete held himself firm as he felt himself overcome the initial resistance, before slipping into Gwen’s unprotected rear, turning the illicit affair into an unknowing threesome. As she always did when being taken anally, Gwen groaned deep and loud, her muscles clenching him - and Namor, he assumed - like a vice.

‘Yessss,’ the man in question hissed in pleasure as Gwen groaned atop him, loving the strange, Infinity Stone-assisted double penetration. ‘Give into your passion, squeeze me tighter, get used to my size!’

Pete tried his best not to laugh as Gwen continued to slowly slide up and down his huge cock. It was a strange sight, and he assumed an even stranger sensation for Gwen. Normally there’d have to be some kind of synchronisation happening when they had a threesome and she was being doubly penetrated, but with how Pete was fucking her now, through two non-stationary portals, she could move however she liked and he’d still keep fucking her all the same.

It was also strange in that he was technically fucking her by doing this, but he also wasn’t moving a muscle.

This bears remembering when I’m feeling lazy in the future…

Letting go of his cock, he allowed the portal to almost swallow him whole each time, reaching as deep as he could manage with his modest endowment with each of his thrusts. Gwen seemed really appreciative of that.

‘Fuck. Yessss, so good, so good, fuck me, mhmm…’

Namor seemed incredibly pleased with Gwen’s passion, his face scrunched up in pleasure as he concentrating on fucking his honoured guest’s fiancée, his hips swivelling and arching up to meet Gwen’s downstrokes.

Wanting to please his girl even more, Pete started to really go wild. Instead of just thrusting, an experience he could replicate without his new powers, Pete started to spin the portal on Gwen’s end. Given that the portals weren’t fixed, this meant his cock was now spinning inside her like a drill. He combined this spinning ‘move’ with a continuous shifting of angles in the opposite direction so that he was scraping the inside of her walls.

The move would have been much more effective were he in her other hole, but the new, strange sensation still had a very obvious, positive effect.

‘Oh shit, oh God, w-what the fuuuuuuck?! Cumming! I’m cumming!’

With her orgasm, she tightened around him like a vice, but that wasn’t the only sensation Pete felt. As he spun around like a drill and pressed hard against her inner walls, Pete felt Namor’s colossal member doing likewise from the other direction.

And he felt it too.

‘H-how are you doing this?!’ he gasped, his head tilted back as he thrusted up furiously into his orgasming lover. ‘You are perfect! Incredible! My Queen!’

Pete was thankful that his strained chuckle was masked by their joint, orgasmic cries, especially as the noises Gwen was making went to a whole new level when he incorporated thrusting into his… whatever his new move was called.

Geometric Delight? Portal Attack? Space Drill? I need to come up with a catchy name for this so I sound cool…

Pete kept up his assault long after both Gwen and Namor had climaxed, his fiancée several times. Namor tried to flip them over and take control, but Gwen was having none of it, using all her strength to hold him in place so Pete could keep fucking her. She was spamming him messages, asking him what he was doing, how he was doing it, and not to stop, but he ignored them all until he finally came with a silent roar.

Pulling out silently and unsummoning the dual portals, Pete had to giggle - his mind went to strange places in his post-nut clarity. He didn’t think of his fiancée still fucking the King of Atlantis, he didn’t think of the new levels of pleasure he’d unlocked through experimentation with the Space Stone, no…

All he could think about was if the Atlantean nobles were wondering if he was struggling with the three seashells. He’d been gone for twenty minutes at this point…

As Pete made himself look presentable in the mirror, his erection much easier to control now that he’d emptied his load in his fiancée’s ass, he continued to watch the action in the King’s chamber with perverse delight.

He and Gwen would be watching this one back many, many times. Their holiday was initially supposed to only last three weeks, but now that he’d bought the Stacy’s Dream, it would be a waste to not use it to sail to Australia. Not only could he use the likely month-long trip to learn all the, ahem, ropes, he could see about performing upgrades on the girl while doing it.

The video of Gwen fucking the King of Atlantis would also likely get a lot of usage as they spent many a night at sea…

Speaking of, as Pete made to return to the party, he spied Gwen finally crawling off Namor. The King flipped them over, hiking Gwen’s legs up on his shoulders and sliding his colossal shaft back in her flooded core. Gwen smiled and purred at his entrance, their faces inches apart.

‘Ready to go again, your highness?’

Namor liked that. He really liked that. The drone captured the scene from the foot of the bed, his fiancée’s glorious ass and her feet peeking out from over his shoulders, the only parts of her body visible. Pete was much better able to control the stirring in his loins at the sight of Namor’s huge member thrusting down into Gwen’s obscenely stretched pussy, each thrust driving the moaning Gwen deeper into the plush mattress and ripping a euphoric cry from his fiancée.

‘I will show you how a King mates!’ Namor roared, energised by enthusiastic sounds Gwen was making and his battering ram crushed repeatedly against her cervix, stretching her wider and fucking her deeper than Pete theoretically ever could. ‘This night, you will know nothing but the most intense of pleasures. I will show you my passion, my desire, my love, and you will become my Queen!’

Gwen: Cringe

Pete: I’ll leave you to it, your highness.

Gwen: Oh, you’re not ignoring me anymore?

Pete: Like you’re apparently ignoring your new king? Give me a break, loser, that new move took a lot of concentration.

Gwen: Do you seriously expect me to believe you risked your dick with something that took that much concentration?

Pete: The things I do for love… 

Pete: I’m going back to the party. Enjoy yourself, no rush, but when you’re ready to go, let me know and we’ll disappear before Namor throws a hissy fit.

Gwen this time replied with her chibi avatar that cackled like Muttley.

Pete smirked, wondering if they’d be barred from Atlantis after Gwen fucked him and chucked him, or if he’d chase her to the ends of the Earth like he did with Sue.

Good luck with that, buddy.

When Pete returned to the party, he smiled his most charming smile when he was greeted with troubled and queasy looks from the Atlantean ruling class - at this point they all no-doubt knew what his fiancée’s and their king’s absence meant. He pretended like he didn’t notice and flicked his head back towards the bathroom.

‘Man, those three seashells sure are a doozy!’