Spider-Trinity: Reborn Into Marvel Universe

Location: Unknown.

In a cozy house, in a certain room, there were two people: a man with black hair and a face sculpted by angels themselves literally, and next to him was a beautiful blonde woman who was embracing that man.

Suddenly the man woke up, straightening up at a 90-degree angle and looking around confused.

"....what the hell. I feel a déjà vu and a strange sense of pride?" He scratched his head with a puzzled expression.

"It is the same feeling I had when I was punishing an idiot and listening to his cries of pain, pity, and others," he said to himself, then looked to his right to contemplate the woman lying with him. "And she said we would never end up in this situation, partn-...."

He could not finish his sentence because the woman next to him punched him in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

The woman opened her eyes slightly and saw the man clutching his stomach while wincing in mild pain.

"Today is my day off, so I recommend you go back to bed and sleep, or leave. It is your choice," she said with a slight tone of anger, to which the man looked at her and, giving a mischievous smile, spoke.

"Well, someone woke up with energy?" He responded sarcastically, receiving a growl from the woman.

"Do not growl at me, savage." In response, he received another blow, but this one was much lighter.

"You hit me? You dare hit me?" He spoke in a dramatic tone, making the woman chuckle slightly.

"It seems someone needs a little lesson in manners to respect people, and coincidentally, I am an expert in those areas."

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Lifting the sheets with a wicked smirk, Lucifer slid between Chloe’s legs.

She was still wearing the red lace panties and the black tank top that read "Deep Dope" with a bold arrow pointing down.

His fingers hooked the waistband of her panties and peeled them down her thighs in one smooth motion, exposing her completely.

Chloe’s eyes widened. "No, no, no—wait— Ah~ Mm~ Lucifer, stop— AH!" Her protest melted into a sharp, needy moan as his hot mouth descended on her.

Lucifer looked up from between her thighs, eyes dark with lust and amusement.

"Your mouth says ’No’, Detective... but your body is screaming ’Yes’." He gave her a filthy, mocking smile before burying his face in her pussy again.

His tongue was relentless. He licked broad, slow stripes up her slit before focusing on her swollen clit, sucking it hard between his lips while two thick fingers pushed deep inside her. Chloe’s back arched violently off the bed, her hands flying to his black hair, gripping tightly as her hips rolled against his face.

"Fuck—Lucifer!" she gasped, voice breaking.

He growled against her soaked folds, the vibration making her thighs shake.

He curled his fingers, stroking that perfect spot inside her with devastating precision while his tongue flicked rapidly over her clit.

The wet, obscene sounds of him devouring her filled the room. Chloe’s moans grew louder, more desperate, her body trembling as the pleasure built fast and brutal.

Lucifer added a third finger, stretching her, fucking her harder with his hand while sucking relentlessly on her clit. Chloe’s legs clamped around his head as her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave.

"Lucifer—! I’m— ahh, fuck!" She came hard, thighs quivering, pussy clenching around his fingers as she flooded his mouth.

He didn’t stop, licking and sucking her through every pulse until she was whimpering and oversensitive.

Only then did he rise, lips shiny with her arousal.

In one fluid motion he stripped off his clothes, revealing his rock-hard cock, thick and leaking. Before Chloe could fully recover, he grabbed her hips, flipped her onto her stomach, and yanked her ass up.

He slammed into her in one powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

"Shit—!" Chloe cried out, fingers clawing the sheets.

Lucifer groaned deeply, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise as he started pounding into her. The bed slammed rhythmically against the wall with every brutal snap of his hips.

Skin slapped loudly against skin as he fucked her with raw intensity.

"That’s it, Chloe," he growled, voice rough with pleasure. "Take my cock like the greedy little detective you are."

He reached around, rubbing tight, fast circles on her clit while driving into her even harder. Chloe pushed back against him desperately, meeting every thrust, moaning brokenly into the mattress.

Lucifer suddenly pulled out, flipped her onto her back, and threw her legs over his shoulders, folding her in half. He sank back into her dripping heat in one savage stroke, going impossibly deeper.

Their eyes locked. His pace was merciless now — long, powerful strokes that made her breasts bounce and her body jolt with every thrust. Sweat slicked their skin as the room filled with the sounds of their fucking.

"Come for me again," he commanded, voice strained.

Chloe shattered around him with a loud, broken scream, her walls pulsing and squeezing his cock.

The feeling dragged Lucifer over the edge right after her. With a deep, guttural groan he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her with thick, hot spurts of cum.

They stayed locked together, panting, trembling. Lucifer’s forehead rested against hers, both of them breathless and spent.

After a moment, a dangerous smirk returned to his lips.

"Round two already, Detective?" he murmured, slowly rolling his hips again, still buried deep inside her. "Because I’m nowhere near done with you... and I intend to make good on that promise about your legs."

Chloe let out a breathless laugh and pulled him down into a hungry kiss.

"Then don’t you dare stop, Devil."

Chloe’s challenge had barely left her lips before Lucifer’s expression turned feral.

The playful devil vanished ....replaced by something far darker and hungrier.

"Oh, Detective..." he growled against her mouth, nipping her bottom lip hard enough to sting. "You should know better than to dare me."

He pulled out of her slowly, only to slam back in with a single brutal thrust that punched the air from her lungs.

Chloe’s back bowed sharply, a strangled cry escaping her as he immediately set a merciless pace.

No warm-up. No mercy. Just deep, punishing strokes that made the headboard crack against the wall.

Lucifer gripped her thighs and folded her legs higher, nearly pressing her knees to her chest as he drove into her. The new angle let him sink impossibly deeper, his thick cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside her with ruthless precision.

"Fuck—Lucifer!" she gasped, nails raking down his back hard enough to draw blood.

He hissed in pleasure and fucked her harder, hips snapping with demonic strength. Skin slapped violently against skin, wet and obscene. Every thrust forced broken moans and curses from her throat.

"You wanted intense?" he snarled, teeth grazing her jaw before biting down on her neck. "Then take it."

He suddenly pulled out, flipped her onto her stomach like she weighed nothing, and yanked her hips up. He re-entered her in one savage stroke, burying himself balls-deep. His hand fisted in her blonde hair, pulling her head back as he railed her from behind with merciless force.

Chloe’s fingers clawed at the sheets, her voice hoarse as she cried out with every punishing thrust. Lucifer reached around and rubbed her clit with two fingers — fast, rough, unrelenting — while his cock hammered into her soaked pussy.

"Don’t you dare hold back," he commanded, voice low and dangerous. "I want to feel you come all over my cock again."

She shattered almost instantly, screaming his name as her walls clamped down around him. Lucifer didn’t slow down. He fucked her straight through her orgasm, dragging it out until her legs shook violently and fresh tears of overwhelming pleasure leaked from her eyes.

Only then did he pull out again. He flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and folded her in half. The position left her completely helpless as he drove into her with long, devastating strokes that reached even deeper than before.

"Look at me," he ordered.

Chloe’s eyes fluttered open, dazed and glassy. Lucifer’s gaze was pure black fire — intense, possessive, and completely merciless.

Sweat dripped from his brow onto her chest as he pounded into her without pause, the wet sounds of their bodies echoing obscenely.

He wrapped one hand around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her head spin with pleasure.

"Again," he growled. "Come for me again, Chloe."

She tried to shake her head, overwhelmed, but he only fucked her harder, grinding against her clit with every thrust. The pressure built brutally fast until she came a third time with a silent scream, her entire body convulsing beneath him.

Lucifer’s control finally snapped. With a deep, animalistic groan he buried himself to the hilt and came hard, flooding her with thick, hot pulses of cum. He kept moving through his orgasm, shallow, greedy thrusts as if he couldn’t bear to stop.

Even after he finished, he stayed buried deep inside her, rolling his hips slowly, forcing little aftershocks through her oversensitive body.

Chloe was shaking, breathless, tears of pleasure streaking her flushed face. Her legs felt like jelly exactly as promised.

Lucifer leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, possessive kiss while still gently rocking inside her.

"Still conscious, Detective?" he murmured smugly against her mouth. "Because I’m just getting started. We’re not leaving this bed until you can’t even remember your own name."

Chloe let out a weak, breathless laugh and pulled him closer.

"You’re going to kill me, you bastard..."

Lucifer smirked, already starting to harden again inside her.

"Good. Then I’ll just have to bring you back to life... and fuck you all over again."