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ninhjimmy007 · 02 Jan 2026 -
Spider-Man fights a muscle woman symbiote, Syntilla. Suddenly, she finally got him and laughs: "Now that you belong us, prepare to be... snu snu." "Wait what?" Spider-Man says as she suddenly kisses Spider-man with her deep tongue into him and then she jerks off his genitals as he then came.
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Syntilla wasn’t like any symbiote I’d fought before. For one, she wasn’t a he. She was a she—a towering, muscular woman whose inky-black form rippled with raw, predatory power. She’d escaped from some AIM lab, and she was tearing up the financial district looking for a “worthy mate.” Apparently, my spider-pattern made me the lucky winner.
“Just give me a hug, web-head!” she roared, her voice a dual-layered growl as she backhanded a taxi into a spin.
“My wife handles the hugs!” I quipped, firing a web-net that she shredded with a flick of her wrist. She was fast. Strong. And she had a strategy.
She feinted left, then shot a tendril of living goo that wrapped around my ankle. She yanked, and I slammed into the pavement. Before I could get up, she was on me, her immense weight pinning me down. Her symbiote face split into a wide, white-eyed grin.
“Now that you belong to us,” she purred, one massive hand pinning my wrists above my head, “prepare to be… snu snu.”
I blinked. “Wait, what?”
She didn’t explain. She just leaned down and kissed me.
And not a peck. A deep, invasive, all-consuming kiss. A tendril of her symbiote form extended like a tongue, pushing past my lips, down my throat. It was shocking, overwhelming, and weirdly… not unpleasant? At the same time, another tendril snaked down my body, found its way into my suit, and wrapped around my cock.
I groaned into the kiss, a sound of pure, confused ecstasy. Her grip was expert, stroking me with a perfect, rhythmic pressure. Between the deep kiss and the expert handiwork, my resistance crumbled. I came hard, shuddering beneath her, my climax swallowed by her consuming form.
“Good boy,” she cooed, releasing my mouth. The tendril retreated, and she shifted her weight. In a fluid motion, she sheathed me inside her. The symbiote flesh was cool at first, then warming, pulsating, molding itself perfectly to me.
“Unnh… I can’t… believe this feels good…” I grunted, my hips bucking involuntarily.
“It’s supposed to,” Syntilla laughed, beginning to ride me with powerful, rolling thrusts that made the asphalt crack beneath us. My hands were free now, and I grabbed onto her, my fingers sinking into the muscle-like symbiote flesh of her hips. I moved my hands …
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