169. The Long Due Honeymoon. R-18 (Patreon)

Gwen POV:

"With great power, comes great responsibility." Is what Uncle Ben always says and I agree. But, I also know that just because I am a super heroine that doesn't mean I have to burn myself out. I mean my after wedding party got ruined by a ragtag group of Spiders who were out to save Miles and fell on the cake and then Peter, my husband had to save the entire multiverse again.

I mean I know that life is unpredictable for people like us but I swear to god that I'm going on a killing spree if any other problem pops up on my honeymoon. But my anger melts the moment I feel arms wrap around my waist and a kiss from a pair of warm lips. It was Peter. "Hey babe, ready for our month long honeymoon in the Bahamas?" Cooed Peter sweetly while kissing my neck. "Yup. Can't think of anything except my stud of a husband and him fucking my brains out." I said to him while I spun to face Peter. Peter chuckled.

"Language, Gwendy." I roll my eyes at his sarcasm and smile. Then I kissed him. Soft and short. "Packed your bags yet, tiger?" I purred. "Just need to pack the sink and we're done." Joked Peter. "Don't forget the shoe cabinet or the toilet." I joked back. "Wouldn't think of it." Said Peter as he went back inside, leaving me alone at the terrace.

I pull out my old spandex mask and look at its shiny eye lenses that are bordered by pink. I look at it and realize that I am Gwen, I am also Spider-Woman and the fact that Gwen Stacy is Spider-Woman has been unofficially canon for some time now but Peter says that as long as no one sees the face behind the mask there is no proof that Spider-Woman is Gwen Stacy and I can avoid lawsuits because the damages that happened during my first fights as Spider-Woman are just too much to be ignored and JJ would love to file them all.

While Peter can pay for all damages, the truth is Peter is a cheapskate even though his net worth is now currently exceeding 2 trillion. "Gwen, pack up. We leave in 10 minutes." Yelled Peter, breaking me out of my stupor as I pack my stuff, along with some other stuff.

Peter POV:

We were at the airport where Uncle Ben, Aunt May and Captain Stacy had come to see us off. "I can't believe it took me so long to convince you three to move into Parker Tower." I groaned as Uncle Ben and Aunt May hugged me and Gwen. "Try to be back before Christmas, please." Aunt May asks. "Please Aunt May, I can't not be back before Christmas. The private jet is a jet in name only. It's basically three F-302s rolled into one large frame."

As we boarded the private jet and waved out final goodbyes Gwen's hands darted beneath my T-shirt, playing with my nipples. I moan out in pleasure as it's been so long we had any time to get intimate. "I'm going to wring you dry Parker." Said Gwen while leaving hickeys on my neck. I spin to face Gwen and kiss her. Her split tongue slipped into my mouth, playing with my tongue. We break our passionate kiss and a thin line of saliva connects our lips.

My hands were lightly squeezing her perfectly proportional ass while her hand roamed my back, brushing my Sandevistan with her fingers. "I love it that you're not buff like a jock but lean and wiry while being muscular." She moans while I nibble around her breasts as her hands cradle around my neck. I trail down kisses on her body as I finally reach her pussy that was already wet.

Above her pussy was a patch of brown hair as her original hair colour is brown which she used to love to dye in various colours but now just sticks with blonde. To tease her I kiss around her pussy but never lick her folds. "Please Pete, lick my pussy!!!" Gwen yells as she grabs fistfuls of my hair. I decide to comply and begin licking her pussy attentively, causing her to moan loudly. It didn't take long as her pent up libido burst forth in the form of a jet of cum in my mouth. It took Gwen a few moments to ride out her orgasm but I didn't wait as I inserted my throbbing cock inside her sensitive pussy. Gwen moaned out and I sucked on her nipples all the while thrusting my cock inside her wet folds, each thrust hit her cervix and after god knows how long she came and so did I.

I was pulling out but Gwen was reluctant to let go. "Keep going, hun." She whispered through panting breaths. I kissed her soft lips. "We have an entire month of relaxation ahead. We need to hold back." I say. She flips me on my back and says, "Fine. But your little nipples are mine to play with." She starts to nibble and play with my nipples. "Fine by me." I moaned as Gwen continued her ministrations on my nipples.

Bahamas, Lynden Pindling International Airport, Nassau, New Providence Island:

The moment my personal jet touched down at the Lynden airport we were surrounded by government officials who had come to greet us. Bahamas is one of the partner nations of Parker Industries. Their main cooperation with Parker Industries is in eco friendly energy generation, Aragonite mining and aquatic ecosystem maintenance. Also, Parker Entertainment operates multiple high-tech, exo friendly resorts and water parks in the Bahamas. The Governor General of Bahamas was present with two bouquets of flowers. He presented them to us and we accepted. "Greetings Mr. Parker, I am so glad that you chose our humble nation as your honeymoon spot. The Government of Bahamas would do their utmost best to make your stay at our lands as pleasurable as possible." Said the Governor General.

"Thank you, Governor." I said as I shook his hand and then Gwen shook his. They stamped our Passports there and cleared it as we were escorted to a limo. The Governor made light talk but never delving into business as he had the decency to understand that we were on our honeymoon. We were dropped of at the resort which we rented. The hotel staff was waiting for us in rows beside a red carpet.

Gwen POV:

Rich. Such a common word and yet those who embody it are the ones who truly understand it's true meaning. But being rich is also a choice. As we walk down the red carpet that was laid down solely for me and Peter. It was a surreal experience. Never in my dreams I thought that I, the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Woman would ever be treated like royalty. I look beside me, where Peter was walking while holding my hand. The staff was bowing and Peter is his usual fashion was disinterested at their over enthusiastic show of respect. Peter believes that intelligence is fuel.

You just gotta know how to burn it to achieve the pinnacle of success. But can success be defined by material wealth and power? Peter's answer is to that question is no. Money is important not because it has value but because humanity is just over complicated. As I think all these philosophical issues I realised that neither me or Peter were never really poor. At least in the emotional sense. I remember Harry Osborn. Our other best friend and his personal life was just miserable. Estranged parents, too much expectations to carry the Osborn name on his shoulders and not enough talent to deliver on those expectations and finally he just numbed himself with booze and women in Europe.

No contact between us for nearly 5 years. I was jolted out of my jumbled thoughts by a slight shake on my right shoulder. It was Peter. He was looking at me with his usual warmth and love in his eyes as he asked, "Everything alright, Gwen?" I laughed a little.

"I'm fine. Just thinking gibberish." "Okay. Well, they'll take our luggage to our suite. You wanna go up or grab some food from the buffet?" Asks Peter with his usual gentleness. "Food sounds good." I say with a nod and we go and stuff ourselves at the all you can eat buffet.

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"The food was delicious." Says Peter while walking into our private suite. "Mhm. But I'm still hungry." I say with a smirk. "I need something more.... meaty." Peter arched his eyebrow and asked, "Now, how meaty does it have to be?" I seductively walk towards Peter, wrap my arms around his neck and my forked tongue begins to play with his ear lobe causing him to moan out in pleasure.

Peter grabs my ass and squeezes them hard eliciting a loud moan of escape from my mouth that reverberated through his ear lobe. My hand darted over the middle of his legs and I could feel his rock hard penis over the fabric. We began to kiss each other while Peter locked the door and I ripped his pants off of him, freeing his thick cock that was already rock hard. I begin to run my hands down his dick which caused Peter to shudder in pleasure. Precum was already oozing out of his tip and I scooped up the thick liquid with my tongue and it was salty.

Peter grabbed me by my hair and started to throat fuck me. We have been experimenting a lot and I learned that I love a good deep throat while Peter's balls slam on my chin or nose. I was on a sex induced euphoria and I lost track of time as Peter kept fucking my mouth. "Gwen, I'm coming!!!" Yells Peter while his grip on my hair tightens and all I could do was grab his ass in order to pull him in deeper.

With a literal roar he released his spunk down my throat, straight to my stomach. My throat moved up and down to swallow Peter's load and it was heavenly. I pushed Peter on his back and said with a mischievous grin. "Now, my turn." I spread my clit with my fingers and slowly descended as I was already dripping wet. With a slight push Peter was inside me.

I put my hands against his chest not forgetting to tease his nipples and start to bounce up and down. Peter grabbed my boobs and begins to knead them. "Fuck, fuck. I'm close Peter." I gasped as I bounced on his cock. The room was filled with the sound of our rhythmic, wet thumping and finally with a scream I came and Peter came a few moments later. I collapsed on his chest and Peter began to gently run his fingers in my hair. It was pleasant. "Let's go to the beach." Says Peter. I snuggle up to his chest and say, "After a nap."

Afternoon:

Blue waves rolled up on a white sandy beach and we walked barefoot on the white sand. It felt so blissful. I was wearing a string bikini with a plain white baseball cap. Just beside the beach we found a piercing and tattoo shop and I don't know what came over me and I got a belly button piercing. Peter didn't object as he literally said, "A hot wife is a sexy wife. And a sexy wife equates to a horny husband." The piercer laughed so hard that she nearly fell over her stool. When they asked me if I would like to book a tattoo session I said, "Tattoos are cool but ain't my style." They really aren't plus as I still swing in my Spandex suit sometimes which gives me plenty of earful from Peter so he made me a God alloy picotech suit that looks exactly like my old Spandex suit.

Picotech is the latest advancement Peter has made in his nanotech research. Shrinking the size of the nano machines even more while expanding their processing and cohesion powers significantly but it still doesn't come close to the Archangel series armours. As we walked further, we saw a volleyball court and I drag Peter to play.

Peter POV:

It took me a lot but I still won the 1:1 Volleyball game. Gwen was fake pouting with me but pouting nonetheless. So to make up for it I grab her face and kiss her. "You're really lucky that I love you too much. You know that?" Says Gwen while looking at my hazel eyes with her ocean blue eyes. She grins and as she tries to get up she hissed in pain as her belly button piercing is still sore.

I slap my forehead and say, "Peter you idiot!!" Before Gwen could say anything nanobots seeps out of my palm and surges on the surface of my hand and I bring them in contact with her belly button and Gwen softly moans at the sudden sensation. It took only a second to heal.

"I forgot that your nanites can do that." Says Gwen as she hugs my neck. I pat her in the back and say, "I love you." Gwen looks at my eyes and smiled. "Love you too, nerd."

I have an announcement. I am very thankful to you all of my Patreon members for supporting my story but unfortunately I need to take a week long break due to my detiorating health and other problems. I am dropping nothing. I assure you and I thank you all for your understanding.