Overflowing black: Harem of Symbiotes

Peter's patrol took him to a particular place. It was actually a busy shopping mall in the middle of New York that was about to close. The police were outside, making it clear that something wrong was happening inside the building. So Peter jumped into the place, ready to see what the problem was.

The massive building was a corridor with chairs, tables, and plants for people to sit in, while row after row of now-closed shops dotted each corner. There were still some people lingering around, scared and afraid, hiding under tables or behind walls as broken glass and furniture indicated a major fight. The boy could even see large claw marks on the yellow-painted walls and cracks in the white-tiled floors.

Peter quickly scanned the place for the source of this conflict as he flew across the corridors with his webs, and he found it. On the third floor of the mall, where there was a massive broken window that led toward a busy street, a woman was kneeling on the floor as she looked at the hole in the glass with pure frustration.

She was a tall woman dressed from head to toe in white spandex; each corner of her body was covered by this ivory suit with black strips that clung to her muscles as a second layer of skin. The only human thing one could see of her was the long black ponytail coming out the back of her head that reached her waist. Her face was completely covered with only two yellow lenses on her eyes and a pair of pointy peaks on her head that looked like a pair of cat ears. However, those were not the most interesting details of that girl; that was her massive ass and well-toned muscles. She had a moderate size of tits, but all the attention was dragged to the lower parts of her torso thanks to those chiseled abs, plentiful hips, and strong legs.

Peter was so thrilled to meet another cat girl that he almost ignored the green amulet hanging from the girl's waist. A jade jewel with a rectangular shape that had the general form of a tiger shining with bright green magic. However, one could see a small tinge of purple lights mixed with the emerald hue.

Venom could feel that energy oozing from that amulet hanging from the woman's waist. The throbbing and weakened power from the Tiger God was now calling to her. It was the perfect time to corrupt it and take it for her since getting all kinds of esoteric and divine powers was a must to survive in this world. Together with her king, the alien knew that they could devour the gods themselves.

The smell of the girl struck Peter's senses, as that was something that he had sensed before thanks to his improved biology. It was pure heat oozing from the woman; the stench of sweat mixed with a slit on fire looking for a mate. The same fragrance that exuded from MJ after a long day of exercise was now emanating from the white tiger.

Peter got closer to her before getting startled by the woman striking the floor with sheer frustration, cracking the tiles under her. "Shit! She escaped!" The tiger snarled with an aggressive tone and ragged breath. One could sense the sheer anger and lust boiling inside that tight spandex.

The big cat quickly jumped back into a combat stance as her stare stabbed the dark vigilante. "Hey! Identify yourself! Now!" She snarled, towering over Peter with her fingertips becoming sharp claws. There were still civilians in the building and police outside, so she would not let anybody get injured no matter what.

"I am your friendly neighborhood, Spiderman!" Peter said with a friendly tone as he stood a few meters away from her.

The woman squinted her eyes without saying anything as her gaze inspected the hero. Her instinct told her there was something wrong with the boy; there was a lingering aura of danger around him. However, as her eyes wandered around his body, she found him . . . attractive and a proper mate.

("Wait! No! Fuck! It is that magic!") White Tiger cursed inside her. It was the spell that struck her, poisoned her veins, and made her body and mind act wrong.

The second the strange ball of pink energy struck her body a few minutes ago, this unholy heat had started to build up on her. She tried to ignore the feelings, but now it was obvious. It itched in her loins, her heart beating fast, this first coursing in her veins, and her mouth salivating the second that she saw a proper male. The heroine was in heat. Something that was extremely bad because the girl knew that she was not on the pill, and god knows what the spell did to her reproductive system.

"You might have seen me in the Daily Bugle paper with enough vitriol to polish the Eiffel Tower, courtesy of Triple J," Peter added, as that finally made her realize who he was.

She took a second to answer, using all her willpower to put those wild thoughts away. "Right, you are the Spider-Theme newbie. . . White Tiger," she answered and crossed her arms. The girl was grateful that the suit managed to hide all the sheer wetness on her loins; however, there was still something strange going around with her magic.

"Is there time to get caught up, or should I just follow your lead?" The boy asked, fully supporting the woman and making sure to give her some space to breathe.

"Are the civilians secure?" White Tiger barked back with a serious tone. This was just a random robbery that ended up in a big battle, so she wanted to make sure that innocents were safe before pursuing her prey.

Peter nodded. "They are; I didn't sense nobody was in danger," he added. The fight had only caused some collateral damage to the building and nothing else.

White Tiger let out a deep breath as if she was trying to exhale the poison out of her body, but she then sensed something else. That man smelled good—too good, too virile, too manly, too fertile. Before she knew it, her eyes wandered to his crotch before being quickly corrected and climbing up toward his face. "Good, their security is our priority," White Tiger muttered and then turned back from Peter and looked at the hole in the window, trying to get a glimpse of her prey, but she was already outside her vision range. The criminal must have had to jump into a car and flee the scene.

Peter looked at the hole as a small tendril jumped into one of the security cameras of the mall. Venom was already hacking and collecting information about the scene before the two finished talking. "Our? Already making a team with me? But we just met; I think this relationship is moving a little fast . . . we have never met our parents!" The boy joked around, trying to alleviate the situation since that woman seemed really stressed.

"I dislike the funny ones so cut that immediately, there is no place for joking around," she finally said and then realized something terrible. Her suit was getting tighter and changing. White Tiger felt the pressure around her ass, nipples, and pussy; now one could visibly see her cameltoe and those fully erect nipples across the white fabric. Even her ass looked bigger, as the posterior part of that mystical costume now looked like just a layer of paint over her booty. Of course, she tried to ignore it.

"I pride myself on getting under the skin of people I'm fighting, not my teammates...well, not too much with my teammates. Are you alright? Did whoever started this hit you with something?" Peter asked with genuine concern for his companion, even if her suit was getting more and more lewd with each second that passed. Venom did the same to him, making sure that not only his abs but the massive bulge in his pants was not fully visible to entice that tiger to get a bite.

"How serious is the need to pursue our prey?" Venom said as her small face came out Peter's shoulder to make her presence known now that the hacking was over.

Those words that came out like a black snake did something to her. She should have felt worried or disgusted by the eyeless viper pronouncing that sentence, but it had the opposite effect. They trigger her animal instinct to hunt and breed, to inflict fear on the hearts of their enemies, and then mate as wild beasts. ("We will sink our fangs into her flesh and tear her chunk by chunk to then- No! Stop it! This is not right; calm yourself.") Her mind said no, but the corrupted lust of the tiger god longed for simpler times. The girl wanted to kill, eat, and reproduce; each inch of her body had been consumed by this feral lust that she knew a simple masturbation session in the bathroom would not fix.

White Tiger needed to use all her willpower to not stare at Peter's crotch directly, but even if it was just in her peripheral vision, the woman yearned for that meat spear. "She is just a burglar, a low-risk villain with a really annoying power, so I doubt that more innocents are at risk. However, she struck me with a kind of magic that is leaving my body weakened," the girl tried to explain in the best possible way the condition of her body. White Tiger wouldn't say that she was so horny that she couldn't think about anything else than fucking.