Marvel: I'm a Symbiote

Symbiote 0230: Banter and Plan

A few days passed by the time Alex deepened the bonding levels with Gwen while also giving Cindy the necessary punishment.

{ «Status- Host #1»

«Name: Gwen Stacy (Ghost Spider) (Earth-65)»

«Bonding Rate: 70%»

«Bonding Level: 5»

«Powers: Low Cosmic Physique— Spider Sense— Wall Crawling— Bio-Electricity— Camouflage— Blood Berserker»

}

Not only had he bonded with both Gwen’s blood and her skeleton, but he had invested enough EP into the process that she was barely able to breach the Low Cosmic Physique threshold. At this point, he could efficiently use the Blood Berserker ability without putting Gwen out of commission for a week. The weakness period would still be there for a while — Unlike Laura, Gwen’s innate healing was far weaker, causing the recovery process to be solely dependent on Alex, making it slower.

Nothing really changed for him other than allowing him to create a stronger physique than before. Sadly, he still couldn’t breach the monster that was the Cosmic Physique threshold. The kind of physical attributes required for one to have a Cosmic Physique was truly insane and needed both time and accumulation.

“Did you need to go that hard on her?” Gwen asked while cuddling up against Alex and resting her head on his chest. She glanced over at Cindy, the black-haired woman’s face was stained with tears and cum and her whole body had reddened marks that weren’t fading away despite the accelerated regeneration she got from Alex’s collar, “She couldn’t have known that the son of a nigh immortal Chinese warlord would one day take up his father’s mantle and come after her.”

“You’re right,” Alex said, “but Cindy was the one who needed this.”

“That sounds like something one would tell themselves to rid their guilty conscience,” Gwen said. “You aren’t that kind of person. You wouldn’t even have any guilt on your conscience for something like this.”

“First off,” Alex said, “I’m not a person, I’m a slime. And second, Cindy truly did need this. It was she who had a guilty conscience and needed to rid herself of it. Because of her past actions, not only did we lose a very large amount of money, you went into a coma while trying to fix her fuck up. She had been down in the dumps ever since she realized that she was the reason behind the attack, having beaten herself up over causing so many problems.“

Gwen went silent at his words, unsure of what could be said in response to Alex’s words. “Whatever you say,” She said.

“I know what I’m doing,” Alex said, “I have no plans to make Cindy resent either of us.” With the knowledge that he got from devouring Doctor Faustus, Alex could be conservatively considered an expert at the top of his field when it came to understanding people’s emotions and mental models.

“I didn’t ask you for an explanation,” Gwen said, “As long as you know what you’re doing. Speaking of … What are we going to do next?” She moved to the next topic. “How do we deal with this Ten Rings whatever guy?”

“I do have a plan in mind,” Alex said. “Two actually. I know which one you are going to choose but I am still going to run both options by you.”

“Lay it on me,” Gwen nodded, “And stop playing with my piercing. My nipple is not a door knocker.”

Alex smiled and stopped fiddling with Gwen’s rectangular piercing that he’d modified to act as a better form of leverage during the previous session. “I’m surprised you didn’t make a quip about me knocking on the door to your heart.”

“Please,” Gwen scoffed, “my humor is much more classy and funny. Not to mention it’s all mostly PG-13.”

“I’m pretty sure what we were doing just now is a little more than PG-13,” Alex said while suppressing a laugh.

“I swear,” Gwen said with gritted teeth, “if I wasn’t so mentally exhausted that my entire body felt a sense of phantom soreness because of the past two days, I would’ve mounted you and milked you dry.”

“I think we both know who will be doing the milking in the end,” Alex said, turning his voice down into a suggestive whisper. “It’s going to take a while however, natural production of milk starts somewhere in the middle of or after the second trimester of pregnancy. That means, at the very least, five months before I can turn the tables on you.”

“Some apex biological slime you are,” Gwen teased. “Can’t even manipulate my hormones to that extent?” Her brow raised just as she finished her question. “You seem more familiar with human pregnancy cycles than you should be,” She said with narrowed eyes.

“Yeah, I actually already have five children with three different women,” Alex said, deadpanned. “I named them after myself — Alex Junior One through Five.”

“I am not naming my kid Alex Junior,” Gwen said sternly.

“Fine, we can name our grandkids Alex Junior,” He said as if making a great compromise, “Also, I can easily make you produce milk without the pregnancy aspect, but I would rather not mess around with your body that much.”

Gwen looked at him with a raised brow for a few seconds, “Getting back on track,” She said, shaking her head, “What are the two plans you were about to tell me before we started talking about naming our entire family line after you.”

“Hey, as long as we don’t name the kid Mike, Michel, or the like, we’re good,” Alex said with a nervous tone.

“Why so?” Gwen asked with a raised brow.

“What’s my name?” He asked her.

“Alex ‘Apex’ …” Gwen paused, “Do you have a super complex Klyntar last name that’s very difficult to pronounce.”

“I never told you my full name,” Alex realized, “The identity that I assumed is that of a human. Which means both first and last names are also human. My full name is Alex ‘Apex’ Hunt.”

“Hunt …” Gwen repeated thoughtfully before her eyes narrowed, “Mike Hunt.” She stifled a laugh the moment the words escaped her mouth, understanding the wordplay behind it.

“Yeah,” Alex nodded, “A kid named My Cunt. The horror.”

Gwen burst out laughing before calming herself, “You couldn’t have chosen a better last name than Hunt? You could’ve chosen anything in the world and you came up with Hunt? What’s your Klyntar name?”

“Honey,” Alex said, “my race talks in telepathy through the Hive Mind. We don’t have or need the concept of names.”

“Oh, I remember you telling me about that,” Gwen nodded, “Okay now the two plans. Stop getting sidetracked!” She scolded him, going as far as to point her finger at him.

“As if you’re not doing that,” Alex mumbled only to receive a glare from Gwen that made him back down, “The first plan is simple yet complicated. We need the leader out of his lair and I, somehow, need to bypass the power of the immortality granting nigh-cosmic artifact before taking over him and going to his home base, stealing all of his knowledge and everything else.”

“Sounds difficult despite your summary not telling me much,” Gwen said, “What about the second plan?”

“This one’s my preference and is much easier,” Alex said, “We go after another version of this guy.”

“That’s it?” Gwen asked.

“Yeah,” Alex nodded, “The other one has both his sister and father alive. I just need to get the way to access the mystical power that supports him. Once I have access to that place, I can move on this guy’s turf as well.”

“The other one’s innocent isn’t he?” Gwen said with a sigh.

“Yeah,” Alex said, “I did say that I knew what your choice was going to be. And it’s not the easy one, is it?”

“I don’t want to ruin the life of an innocent guy, Alex,” Gwen said, “I can happily agree and support you with the first plan, but the second one …” She didn’t need to speak any further to let Alex understand her stance.

“As you wish,” Alex said. “I was thinking of having you work together with Natasha if we went to that Earth but I guess we can do a crossover some other time.”

“Can’t we do that anyway though?” Gwen said. She was indeed curious about Alex’s other hosts and didn’t want to miss the opportunity to meet one of them.

“Some other time,” Alex said. “With a goal in mind, it would be much less awkward than if you just went there for the sake of meeting one of them.”

Gwen nodded, “Can you elaborate on your first plan now?” She asked, “What you told me about was pretty vague.”

Alex nodded, “My dear Cindy,” He said as he curled up the arm that Cindy was using as a pillow, “is going to be our bait,” He put his palm on her breast and gave the mound a squeeze before his finger and thumb pinched her nipple. “Before that though, we need to probe the man behind the Ten Rings organization. The manpower and resources that they have, how desperate they are for Cindy, etcetera.” As he spoke, he continued toying with Cindy’s breasts, alternating between both mounds and giving them his equal attention.

“Poor girl’s completely out,” Gwen said as she saw Cindy not even reacting to Alex’s squeezing and pinching, to which she usually reacted with very clear excitement.

“What do you think about getting Cindy’s nipples pierced?” Alex said absently. “I’d be able to attach both your piercings together and put you both in fun and interesting predicament bondage positions.”

“I think you should ask her that instead of me,” Gwen said, “It’s her body that’s going to get an accessory that will give you permanent leverage over her.”

“I already have permanent leverage over her,” Alex said. “She has spent many full days in the office with my cock filling her.”

“How did we move from talking about taking about terrorists to the ways you sexually abuse Cindy, despite her loving it?” Gwen asked.

“I get distracted easily.”