Webbed in Desire: Venom x Gwen (Visual Story)

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Gwen Stacy swung effortlessly through the dark skyscrapers of New York, her white, pink, and black Spider suit sleek in the dim streetlights. The moon was high, casting a particularly unsettling glow over the bustling city. She’d been trailing him for weeks, trying to uncover the truth behind a bizarre series of reports. 

Victims, primarily women, claimed Venom had attacked them, but something about their stories didn’t add up. Each one hesitated, their eyes darting away when pressed for details. And then there was the blushing, the stammering. Not to mention Gwen didn’t see a single scratch on these women. It was so unlike if a hulking alien monster even attacked them. Her curiosity burned. What was he up to?

Gwen’s relationship with Venom wasn’t her usual here-villain dynamic. Venom didn’t have the pure malice of someone like the Green Goblin, nor the manic chaos of Doc Ock. Their interactions had an almost mundane rhythm, as though he was like a wild animal that needed to be corralled. It was rarely about a grand scheme or diabolical plan whenever she pursued him. Most of the time, it was something simpler—something primal.

Food, shelter, survival. 

Venom was one of Gwen’s more slippery adversaries. He was somewhat sheepish, never going out of his way to cause harm, not unless someone provoked him. Most of their encounters ended with him slipping away into the shadows, leaving her with more questions than answers. 

Tonight, though, she finally had him cornered. 

“Venom!” she called, her voice ringing out into the darkness of a sewer outside the city she tracked him down to. Her breath came in soft puffs against her mask as she stood in the center of the large, damp space, the sound of flowing water and dripping echoing off the walls. “I know you’re here. The sound of your… sliminess… is not that hard to miss.”

A deep, guttural growl echoed from the darkness. “Grrrrr… Spider…” his voice dripped with malice, but his tone had a somewhat playful undercurrent, like a predator toying with its prey. “Why do you keep following me? Don’t you have anywhere better to be?”

Gwen’s spidey sense prickled faintly, the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end as her body instinctively tensed. Her cunning blue eyes darted to the darkest corner of the chamber, where the faintest shimmer of movement caught her attention. Venom slowly emerged from the void, his massive frame illuminated by the flickering sewer light. The faint glisten of his inky, alien skin caught her eye, and for a moment, Gwen felt a strange buzz. Or was it heat? She shook the thought away. 

“You are something better to do, Venom,” Gwen cheekily replied in her usual, light-hearted tone as she folded her arms across her chest. “You’ve been doing some pretty bad things from what I hear.” 

Venom’s lips pulled back into a sharp, toothy grin, his jagged teeth gleaming under the dim light. “Bad things?” he repeated, his voice a low rumble that slightly unsettled her. He tilted his head, the motion almost playful as he took a step closer into the open. “You make it sound so sinister.”

“Don’t play dumb, big guy,” Gwen shot back, hopping down from the rooftop with a graceful flip. She landed lightly on her feet, her gaze locked on his towering form. “There have been reports of you attacking women, leaving them all flustered and too embarrassed to talk about it. Sound familiar?”

Venom let out a low, guttural chuckle, the sound vibrating through the sewer. He leaned down slightly, his glowing white eyes narrowing as they met hers. “Attacking?” he repeated, savoring the word. “Such a loaded… term, don’t you think? They didn’t seem harmed, did they?” 

“H-huh? It doesn’t matter if they are not harmed. You still attacked them,” Gwen responded, her brow arching at his cryptic response. “Stop dodging the question.” Her voice was firm, her hands clenching into fists at her sides. Her eyes narrowed into his trying to read him. She could feel the tension rising between them, a strange mix of hostility and something she couldn’t quite name.

“What are you doing to them, hm? Are you blackmailing them or something?? Because they won’t say a word about what you did,” she continued, her voice more affirming. Still, she couldn’t help but feel this aching curiosity begin to nag at her. 

Venom’s grin widened, his jagged teeth gleaming even brighter. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he purred, his deep voice dripping with mockery. He straightened to his full height, towering over her like a living shadow. “Maybe you should stop asking questions you’re not ready to answer, little spider.”

Her jaw tightened, her pulse quickening as his words hung in the air. Something about his tone, the way he seemed to delight in her confusion, made her blood heat. “Try me, big guy,” she said, her voice sharp with resolve. 

For a moment, Venom said nothing. Then, with a fluid motion, a tendril of his symbiote snaked out from his body, curling lazily around the nearby escape ladder. The motion was slow and eerily deliberate. 

“You’ve been following me for weeks,” Venom said, his tone almost conversational now. Watching me, chasing me. Tell me spider, are you even here to stop me… or just here to quench your curiosity?”

Gwen’s breath hitched, her resolve faltering for the briefest of moments, She quickly recovered, her glare hardening as she took a step forward, her senses keenly aware of the tendril slithering nearby. “I’m here to stop you,” she declared. But even as the words left her lips, a small voice in the back of her mind whispered a question she couldn’t ignore: Was that entirely true?

Venom’s grin widened, his body shifting slightly as he leaned closer. “Oh, so certain are we?” he murmured, his deep, rumbling voice curling around her like smoke. “Because I’m more than willing to share…”

“Sharing isn’t exactly your strong suit, is it?” Gwen quipped, tilting her head. “Unless we’re talking about creepy vibes. You’re great at that.”

Suddenly, the tendril wrapped around the ladder shot toward her ankle with a sharp snap. Gwen’s spidey sense flared, and she leaped to the side just in time, the slick appendage barely grazing her foot. She twisted midair, her body moving with instinctive grace, and landed in a crouch. Before she could retaliate, venom lunged, his inky form rippling and expanding as a mass of tendrils shot toward her like striking vipers. 

“Whoa there, slimy! At least buy me dinner first,” Gwen joked with a cheeky grin as she balanced herself on the railing of an elevated catwalk. “No need to get violent on me. I thought we were having a pleasant conversation! Now tell me what you did to those women and maybe I won’t rough you up too bad, hm?”

Venom chuckled, a deep, resonant sound that seemed to shake the air. “Why don’t I just show you, little spider,” he growled, his tone thick with amusement and a subtle hint of triumph that caught her ear. 

It was then that Gwen felt it—a subtle tug at her ankle. Her gaze darted down, and her heart sank. An impossibly long and deceptively quiet tendril had coiled itself around her ankle while she was distracted. 

“Hmm, you’re getting sloppy, spider,” Venom rumbled, his toothy grin widening as he yanked hard. 

Gwen let out a startled gasp as the tendril pulled her off balance, dragging her down with terrifying speed. “H-hey! Let go!” She twisted mid-fall, trying to shoot a web, but more tendrils surged upward, wrapping around her wrists and waist. Venom held her in the air, bringing her close to him as the tendrils tightened their hold. 

“Well well, not so cocky now, are we?” he purred, leaning closer as she struggled against his grip. His large hands grabbed at her legs and carefully yet firmly spread them wide. 

“Augh! Hey! What the heck?! Venom!” Gwen hissed, her heart racing as she saw the sinister grin on Venom’s monstrous face. “Let go of me!” 

Gwen struggled, her arms tightly bound by Venom’s tendrils, as his glowing white eyes bore into her. His monstrous grin stretched further. His tendrils moved with unsettling precision, one slipping around her waist while another snaked up her body, firmly yet teasingly wrapping around her neck. 

“W-what are you doing??” Gwen snapped, her voice filled with defiance and unease as she twisted against the restraints. “Get off me, you slimy freak!”

Venom chuckled lowly. “Sloppy and loud,” he rumbled, his long, wet tongue stretching from his mouth. “You talk so much, little spider. Let’s see how long you keep it up.”

Before Gwen could respond, she felt another tendril slip beneath her suit’s neckline, trailing downward with deliberate slowness. The alien texture against her bare skin made her involuntarily shiver, and her breath sharpened as it coiled around her chest. 

“Stop, Venom, I mean it!” Gwen barked, but her voice faltered as the tendrils around her body and neck tightened ever so slightly. Her suit provided no barrier, and she cursed silently, realizing how vulnerable she was in her usual minimalist attire—she kinda wished she wore underwear beneath her suit. 

Her heart and mind raced, trying to piece together what Venom had done to those other women she’d been investigating. But as his invasive tendrils kept working at her with persistent eagerness, she began to deduce what he may have done, and what he plans to do with her…

His tongue flicked out, the slimy, slick appendage gliding over her suit’s fabric, trailing from her inner thigh to her abdomen. Gwen gasped, her struggles momentarily faltering as the heat and texture of it overwhelmed her senses.

“Do you see now, little spider?” venom growled with menace and delight. “You wanted answers… Let me show you the truth.”

Gwen’s mind screamed at her to fight back, but the symbiote’s grip was unyielding, and her body betrayed her as a shiver ran down her spine. The line between her curiosity and the unsettling reality of what was happening blurred as Venom leaned in closer, his large hands gripping her legs, spreading them wider.

“You’re mine now,” he purred, his tone dripping with triumph. “Just like the others.”

Venom’s glowing eyes locked onto Gwen as she struggled against his grasp, her breathing rapid and uneven. The inky tentacles that bound her tightened just enough to keep her firmly in place, yet not enough to hurt. His sharp-toothed grin widened as he loomed closer. 

“You keep resisting, spider,” Venom purred in a deep, resonating growl. “But soon, you’ll understand… you’ll enjoy this.”

Before Gwen could retort, she gasped as the front of her suit gave way with a sudden, deliberate tear. The tendrils groping her under the fabric rose, ripping it effortlessly, revealing her pale, supple skin beneath. Her shapely boobs, now fully exposed, heaved with every sharp breath, her cute pink nipples hardening against the cool air of the room. 

“Venom… stop this,” Gwen hissed, her voice trembling with defiance and unease. “She thrashed her legs against his firm hands but her movements only made his grip on her tighter. 

Venom leaned in, his hot breath washing over her as he tilted his head, his white eyes narrowing. “Shh,” he murmured, his voice softening into an unsettlingly calming tone. “I won’t hurt you, little spider. Quite the opposite—you’ll end up loving this.” 

Gwen’s heart pounded as she felt the heat of his tongue trace slowly along her inner thigh, its wet, slimy nature causing her body to tremble. “What… what are you doing??” she stammered, her voice faltering as the realization of her helplessness set in.

Venom chuckled darkly, his long tongue moving closer, teasingly prodding at the taut fabric over her pussy, lingering just enough to make her squirm. Her body stiffened, her breathing shallow as she tugged at the tendrils pinning her arms behind her back. 

“Wait wait wait! Venom!” Gwen stammered, her voice shaky with desperation and confusion. The strength she was so accustomed to wielding as Spider-woman felt like it was slipping away beneath the sheer dominance of the symbiote before her. “You can’t do this! Just let me go and I’ll forget this ever happened, yeah?”

Venom said nothing, only offering an amused laugh as he gave her mound another insistent lick. “It’s too late for that, spider. Now stay still and enjoy this.”

His tongue pressed harder against the fabric, dampening it as it dragged slowly along the seem that outlined her moistening slit, the friction sending involuntary waves of pleasure through her. Her legs instinctively tried to close, but his strong hands remained firm around her thighs, leaving her utterly exposed to his touch.

“Augh… Venom… s-stop… ah…” she gasped, her blue eyes fluttering under her mask as she futilely struggled against the restraints. But even as she protested, her body betrayed her, quivering under the teasing strokes of his tongue and groping tentacles. 

“Ah ah ah… uhhhh… hmmm… nhg, no!” Gwen barely managed to utter as her senses were overwhelmed by the intense stimuli flooding her. 

A breathless gasp escaped her lips and the two tendrils on her chest teasingly wrapped around her supple boobs, their tips flicking her hard nipples as they groped and massaged them. Her body arched as her breathing became ragged, struggling to maintain her composure. 

“So responsive, little spider,” Venom purred deeply. “Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind doesn’t…”

“Augh… c-crap… this… n-no… stop!” Gwen said, her voice drowned by the moans Venom forced from her lips. 

The symbiote growled again, his tongue pressing a long, and more direct lick against the fabric over her moist slit. The contact drew a sharp cry from her lips, her back curving on its own as her body responded to the toe-curling sensation. 

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” Venom rumbled with satisfaction. “You’ll see soon enough that this is what you’ve been craving all along.”

Gwen’s chest heaved against his kneading tentacles, her breath coming in short, heavy gasps as her resolve crumbled under his touch. The tendrils on her chest tightened, their tips circling her sensitive nipples with even more maddening precision, causing her eyes to roll behind her lips. 

Then, with a deliberate motion, Venom’s claws tore through the fragile fabric covering Gwen’s now soaking pussy, the sound of ripping material sharp in the air. Gwen gasped, her blue eyes widening behind her mask as the cool air brushed against her smooth, bare mound. Her body tensed, her protest stuck in her throat, but she had no time to react before his warm, slick tongue slipped inside her. 

“Ven—! AH!” Gwen squealed, her body jerking against the restraints as Venom’s tongue began to move with an unrelenting rhythm. The wet, muscular appendage pressed deeply, teasing and exploring her with salacious precision, sliding in and out in a way that sent waves of heat radiating through her. 

Puffs of steamy breaths moved past her mask as her head tilted back from the mind-numbing pleasure, building with every deep stroke. “N-no… ahhh… s-sto— ohhhhh,” she murmured weakly as her body kept betraying her, her hips subtly moving in time with his motions. Each thrust of his invasive tongue sent a jolt of euphoria through her, unraveling her inhibitions chunk by chunk.

The tendril that coiled around her neck slithered upward, curling beneath the edge of her mask. With a fluid motion, it tugged, lifting the mask from her flushed face and exposing her pink-tipped blonde hair, now damp with sweat, and her wide, glazed, blue eyes. Venom leaned closer, his tongue pressing against the entrance of her womb, drinking at the sight of her flushed cheeks and parted lips. 

“Hmmmm, so sweet… Look at you, little spider,” Venom chuckled, his voice a deep, rumbling purr filled with satisfaction. “You’re already starting to enjoy this. Your body doesn’t lie.”

“S-shut up— ohhhhh… hmmmm,” Gwen tried to snap back but her voice broke into a trembling whimper, her moans growing louder as his articulate tongue worked her dripping pussy. Her struggles had all but ceased now, her wrists and legs twitching against the restraints, but there was no strength left in her to resist Venom’s intoxicating onslaught. 

Her resolve crumbled further with every passing moment, her mind a haze of conflicting emotions. Her breathy moans filled the chamber, each one louder and more needy than the last as she surrendered more and more to the overwhelming sensations. Her eyes kept fluttering uncontrollably, her blonde hair cascading around her face as her lips parted, soft cries spilling out with every thrust. 

“Vemon…” she whimpered, her voice weak and breathless, a mix of protest and desperate need. 

The symbiote chuckled, his satisfaction palpable as he continued his ministrations, drawing every sound from her lips with practiced ease. “That’s it, spider,” he rumbled. “Let go. Stop fighting it. You belong to me now.”

Gwen’s body quaked, her resistance melting away as the pleasure consumed her completely. Her soft cries turned into shameless moans, her hips moving in sync with his sleuthing tongue as her mind surrendered to the moment. She was a moaning trembling mess, every ounce of defiance stripped away as Venom claimed her. 

Gwen’s body arched sharply, her breath catching as the intense pleasure building in her core reached its peak. Her back pressed against the tendrils holding her aloft as a powerful orgasm tore through her, leaving her gasping and shuddering in its wake. “AH! VENOMMMMMM!!” Her moans echoed off the sewer walls, raw and unrestrained as wave after wave left her utterly spent. 

Venom’s tongue slowly withdrew, leaving her wet and quivering, and her body slackened against her restraints. His white eyes narrowed with satisfaction, his sharp-toothed grin widening as he surveyed her sweat, shaking form. “Such a good, tasty little spider. You’re tastier than most, hehe,” he growled, his deep voice dripping with amusement. “But we’re far from done.”

With a deliberate motion, his claws and tendrils ripped the rest of her suit, shredding the fabric from head to toe until her toned body was fully exposed to him. Gwen’s chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her flushed skin glistening under the dim light. Her blue eyes, now glossy and dazed, fluttered open just in time to see Venom unleash more tentacles from his massive, inky body. 

He moved her wrists with ease, pinning and binding her hands above her head as the new set of tendrils slithered around her waist and legs, some wrapping around her bare, sensitive feet, securing her completely. Gwen let out a soft gasp, her weakened struggle futile as the slimy tendrils coiled tighter, leaving her utterly at his mercy. 

“V-Venom…” she murmured, her voice shaky and uncertain, but any words she might have formed were lost as she felt a thick, warm, bulbous-shaped tentacle press against her slick entrance. Her body stiffened in response, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as it began to push inside. 

“You’ll take it, little spider,” Venom, growled, his voice low and commanding. “And you’ll love it, just like the rest of them.”

The tentacle slid into her slowly at first, moving past her wet folds with ease. Gwen’s body trembled, a long, heavy moan escaping her lips as it moved inch by inch until bottoming out inside her. Venom began to thrust, leaving her no time to adjust to the new sensation, each movement, precise and erotically thorough. Each movement sent shocks of pleasure coursing through her, leaving her powerless against the pleasure. 

“Ah… ouhhhh… uh ah uh… Venom… M-more…” Gwen uttered in a ragged and needy as her tongue sexily lolled from her mouth in pure euphoria. The tendrils gripping all around her tightened, holding her firmly in place as the tentacle fucking her delved deeper, filling her tight pussy completely. Her mind spun, the sheer intensity of the stimulation leaving her breathless and helpless. 

Venom licked his lips with his long tongue still slathered in her sweet nectar as he watched the formerly defiant heroine succumb to him. 

Gwen’s head tilted back, her blonde hair falling around her face as her cries grew louder, her body. The wet sounds of the thick tentacle sliding in and out of her with unrelenting pace, her wetness dripping profusely onto the damp concrete floor below. 

Venom’s tentacles moved with erotic purpose, slithering across Gwen’s sweaty body as she gasped and writhed in his grasp. The two tendrils that remained on her chest coiled tightly around her supple tits, squeezing and kneading them, the tips flicking her hardened nipples. Another remained looped around her neck, pulling her head back with teasing force. Her thighs were held wide apart, each encased in the strong, inky black tendrils that bound her. Even her feet were wrapped, the cool, slick texture of the tendrils pressing against the arches as they kept her utterly immobilized. 

The thick tendril thrusting into her pussy moved with relentless rhythm, filling her over and over again as her jagged moans filled the chamber, each movement drawing her closer to the brink once again. Gwen’s back curved, her blonde hair clinging to her damp face as steamy breaths puffed past her lips. 

“Ahh… ohhhh… hmmm… Venom… m-more… more…” she shamelessly moaned, her blue eyes rolling back as the pleasure numbed her mind. Her body shook, her muscles tightening as her second orgasm tore through her. She let out a sharp squeal as her slit creamed and tightened around Venom’s curling appendage, his tendrils holding her steady while she shuddered violently. 

Venom’s guttural growl filled the air as he watched her surrender, his toothy grin widening with satisfaction. Slowly, the tentacle slid out of her, leaving her utterly drained. The tendrils loosened just enough to lower her onto the cold, damp floor, her body sinking against the unforgiving surface as she gasped for air. 

“Perfect,” Venom murmured. “But I’m not finished yet, little spider.”

As Gwen’s hazy eyes batted open, she gasped softly, her gaze drawn to the monstrous form of Venom as he shifted. From his body emerged a massive, throbbing cock, its size, and girth both intimidating and mesmerizing as she observed all the veiny details of his length. The heavy balls that hung between his legs were also a sight to be seen. Gwen’s breath hitched, her body still trembling from her second orgasm as he loomed over her. 

Venom gripped her thighs firmly, folding her legs back until her knees pressed against her shoulders. His tendrils retracted into his body as he assumed control over her, locking her into a submissive mating press that left her utterly exposed and vulnerable. 

“Ah… Venom…” Gwen whispered, her voice shaky with fear and anticipation. 

“Relax, little spider,” he growled, his long tongue licking his lips as he positioned himself at her slick entrance. “This is what you’ve been waiting for.”

With a powerful thrust, Venom drove himself into her, filling her completely in one smooth motion. “AHHH GOD!” Gwen cried out, her back arching off the cold floor as the sheer size and heat of him stretched her to her limits. He didn’t wait, his hips moving with a vigorous pace that left her gasping and moaning beneath him.

His large hands pinned her wrists against the damp floor as he pounded her. Gwen’s breasts bounced with every movement, her toes curling and spreading as she felt his cockhead slam against her cervix over and over again, causing her body to shake uncontrollably.

“Ahhh… ahh… I can’t—!” Gwen moaned, her voice breaking as her body quaked beneath his massive, inky frame. Each stroke pushed her closer to the edge yet again, her cries becoming loud squeals as she failed to contain herself.

Venom growled deeply, his satisfaction evident as he slammed into her, his heavy balls slapping against her ass, adding to the erotic sounds filling the dim chamber. “You’re mine, spider,” he grunted, his voice thick with dominance. “Every inch of you.”

Her body tense, her eyes rolling back as another orgasm ripped through her, leaving her shuddering and spent/ Her tongue hung from her mouth as her cries pierced through the air, her inner walls contracting around his impressive length, eagerly pulling him deeper into her soaking depths.

Venom didn’t stop, his pace relentless as he chased down his own climax. With a deep, heavy roar, he buried himself balls deep inside her one final time, his cock pulsing as he filled her completely. The warmth of his release spilled into her, the sensation pushing her into a final, mind-shattering orgasm as she collapsed beneath him, filled to the brim with his thick seed. 

Venom growled low in satisfaction as he withdrew from Gwen, his massive cock slick with their mixed release. Gwen let out a soft, broken gasp, her body twitching weakly as thick streams of his cum began to leak from her quivering pussy, pooling on the cold concrete beneath her. She lay limp, her chest rising and falling in shallow breaths, her body utterly used and exhausted from the multiple orgasms Venom ripped from her. 

Her hair clung to her damp face, her blue eyes half-lidded and unfocused as she struggled to process what just happened. Every muscle in her body felt like jelly, leaving her unable to move as small, involuntary tremors coursed through her. 

Venom loomed over her, his sharp-toothed grin whining as he watched her quiver and twitch beneath him. “Look at you,” he rumbled, his deep voice tinged with triumph. “So thoroughly claimed, so utterly mine.”

He crouched down, his massive hands sliding beneath her lip form with surprising care. Lifting her easily, he put her over his broad shoulder. Her tattered suit and pools of bodily fluids left a tell-tale of what occurred here. The trails of his sed continued to drip from her only adding to the evidence of his domination.

Gwen whimpered softly. Her mind was hazy and her body too exhausted to resist as Venom began to move. His towering frame navigated the narrow tunnels with ease, the damp, echoing colder and heavier as he carried her deeper into the labyrinthine sewers. 

“W-where…” Gwen managed to murmur weakly, her voice barely audible as she shifted herself against his shoulder. “Where are you… taking me?”

Venom chuckled darkly, his white eyes glinting as he gave her plush ass a possessive lick. “I’ve decided to keep you,” he declared, his tone firm. “I’m taking you where no one will find you. You’re mind now, little spider. We’re going to have a lot of fun together…”

Gwen shivered, the warmth of his massive body the only thing keeping the chill of the sewers at bay. Her body felt weightless in his grasp, her mind spinning as she tried to process everything. 

The faint sound of dripping water and the distant echo of his heavy footsteps filled the silence as Venom moved further into the depths of the darkness. Gwen’s mind drifted, her body limp and pliant in his hold, as she was carried to the unknown, bound by the adversary that had thoroughly defeated and claimed her…