As a Symbiote in Marvel multiverse

**Earth-10005, 1983**

**Jean's room, Xavier's school for gifted youngsters**

With a single thought both the towel on Jean's body and Peter's clothes vanished.

Peter's body hovered over Jean's and their breaths mingling as his lips descended upon hers with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine.

Her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer as if afraid he might disappear if she let go. His hands however were already on a mission—one cupped her breast, kneading gently before teasing her nipple with a pinch, while the other ventured lower, sliding between her thighs.

Jean's breath hitched as his fingers found her clitoris, circling it with a pattern that made her moan into his mouth. Their tongues danced, but Peter dominated the rhythm, he kissed her wildly.

The mingling of their saliva only heightened the intensity, a messy yet intoxicating connection that left Jean dizzy. She could feel herself growing wetter by the second and her hips are arching unconsciously toward his touch.

"Peter…" she whispered against his lips when they finally broke apart. He smirked and his eyes are filled with desire as he gazed down at her. "You're so beautiful like this," he murmured.

His hands continued doing their job, one hand is pinching her nipple and toying her boob and the other is stroking her clit until she was left in a mess beneath him.

But Jean wasn't the one to stay passive for long. With a sudden burst of determination, she flipped their positions, straddling Peter's hips as he lay back on the bed. He chuckled, clearly amused by her boldness, but his laughter turned into a sharp intake of breath when she reached down and took hold of his member. Her eyes widened slightly at the size of him.

"It's… bigger than I imagined," she said with her cheeks flushing.

Peter reached up and placed a reassuring hand over hers. "Just relax," he said softly and began guiding her movements.

Slowly, she began to stroke him, her grip tightening as she grew more confident. When she leaned down and took him into her mouth, Peter groaned and immediately his hands tangling in her hair. At first, her movements were tentative, but under his gentle encouragement, she found a rhythm, her head bobbing up and down as she explored every inch of him.

He couldn't resist the urge to take control. Gripping her hair tighter, he guided her faster, the sensations overwhelming him. "That's it," he growled, "Just like that."

Jean's head moved up and down as she took his full member inside her mouth. She even felt his member going into her throat and pulled back. She coughed but didn't leave his member and immediately took it inside her mouth again.

After a few moments, he grabbed her legs, lifted her up and positioned her on top of him, so that her pussy hovered above his face. "Time for me to return the favor," he said with a devilish grin.

They are now in the legendary position with Jean on top of him.

Jean's eyes widened, but she didn't protest, her curiosity and arousal getting the better of her.

She gasped as his tongue flicked against her opening, the sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her body. His hands weren't idle either—one teased her clit while the other played with her breasts, and sometimes pinching her nipples just enough to make her moan. His tongue elongated and delved deeper, exploring her with a skill that left her breathless.

"Oh god~, Peter~…" she whimpered and her hands clutching the sheets as she struggled to keep herself steady. Her face is inches away from his member.

Soon, she also took his member inside her mouth and began playing with his balls.

Seeing this Peter increased the speed of his assault with his tongue.

That made her stop and stood up from form the pleasure making his tongue go deeper inside her.

"Peter~.... Ohhhh~.....yesssss~... Harderrr~.... Peter.... Peter~...."

Her moans began louder with each second, each one more louder than the last.

Luckily Peter placed a sound blocking device inside the room. A little gadget Raphael made that will block the sound inside a room from going outside and Peter is using that perfectly now.

When his tongue pushed inside her almost touching her womb, Jean's back arched and her eyes rolling back in sheer ecstasy. The pleasure was too much, too intense, and she felt herself teetering on the edge.

Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave, her body convulsing as she cried out his name. Peter drank in her essence, savoring every drop. When he pulled away, she collapsed onto the bed beside him with her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

Peter slowly turned to her and lay her beside him, "This is just the beginning, Jean."

Peter then got on top of her and his gaze locked onto Jean's as he hovered above her, his member is positioned at her entrance and was ready. She nodded with flicker of nervousness and excitement in her eyes. He positioned himself carefully, the tip of his member pressing against her entrance. Slowly, achingly slowly, he began to push inside her.

Jean's breath hitched, her fingers clawing at the bedsheets as she felt the stretch, the unfamiliar fullness. 'It's more than I expected,' she thought while clenching her jaw against the sharp sting of pain. Peter paused sensing her discomfort and his hands began to caressing her thighs gently as if to soothe her.

"Are you okay?" he murmured.

She nodded again, though her grip on the sheets tightened. "Just… go slow," she whispered.

Peter obeyed while easing himself deeper inch by inch until he was fully sheathed within her. Small beads of blood mingled with her wetness, a stark reminder of her innocence surrendered to him.

He paused, allowing her body to adjust, his own breathing ragged as he fought the urge to move.

Leaning down, he captured her lips in a kiss, his tongue delving into her mouth with an urgency that mirrored the heat pooling between them. Jean responded eagerly with her arms wrapping around his neck as she kissed him back.

Their tongues danced—a battle of dominance and submission—until Peter claimed victory again, leaving her breathless and dazed.

When they finally broke apart, Jean looked up at him with wide, lust-filled eyes. "You can move now."

Peter didn't need further prompting. He began to rock his hips, starting slow. The initial pain gave way to something else—something warm, tingling, and utterly consuming. Jean gasped with her nails digging into his shoulders as sensations she had never known before began to build within her.

"Oh god~…" she moaned with her voice rising with each rhythmic movement. Her back arched and her body was moving instinctively seeking more of him, more of the pleasure he was so effortlessly giving her.

Peter's pace quickeneda and his thrusts becoming harder, deeper, more wild. The sound of their bodies meeting echoed through the room—a symphony of flesh slapping against flesh, punctuated by Jean's increasingly desperate cries.

His hands gripped her hips and began pulling her closer with each plunge, ensuring she felt every inch of him.

Her mind went blank with the pleasure. All she could focus on was the overwhelming sensation of him filling her, stretching her, claiming her in a way no one ever had.

Peter then leaned down and began capturing her lips in another heated kiss, swallowing her moans as he continued to drive into her. His movements were relentless, each thrust pushing her closer to the edge. She clung to him, her body trembling with anticipation, her legs wrapping around his waist to pull him even deeper.

He pulled back momentarily, his dark eyes burning with desire as he admired the sight of her beneath him—flushed, panting, and utterly undone. "You're beautiful like this."

Before she could respond, he shifted her position, rolling her onto her stomach and lifting her hips. Jean braced herself on her elbows and gasped as he entered her from behind. The new angle sent jolts of electricity through her, her cries growing louder with each powerful thrust. Peter's hand came down on her ass in a firm slap, the sharp sting only heightening her arousal.

"Yes!~.... Just like that~... ohhh~.... Peter~...." she cried out as he continued to pound into her. Her breasts swayed with each movement, and Peter reached around to cup them, squeezing and teasing her nipples until they hardened under his touch.

He leaned forward, his chest pressed against her back as his lips found her ear. "You feel amazing," he whispered. And his hot breath sent shivers down her spine. His teeth grazed her earlobe before he nipped at it and Jean mewled in response.

Peter's hands returned to her hips, guiding her movements as he drove into her with increasing intensity. The force of his thrusts pushed her forward, but he held her firmly, ensuring she took every inch of him.

He shifted again, twisting her body so she lay on her side, one leg draped over his shoulder. This angle allowed him to plunge even deeper, and Jean cried out with her back arching.

His thrusting increased with each second as she teetered on the brink of release.

But Peter wasn't done yet. With a primal growl, he flipped her onto her back once more, pinning her beneath him as he resumed his relentless pace.

He took both of her hands and pinned them about her head.

Jean's legs wrapped tightly around him. Her moans were almost constant now and her body writhing beneath his as she neared her climax.

Peter's thrusts became erratic, his own control slipping as he felt his release building. With one final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep within her, his body shuddering as he spilled himself inside her.

Jean's own orgasm crashed over her moments later with her entire body convulsing as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

They collapsed together with sweat-slicked bodies pressed close. Peter brushed a strand of hair from her face. "I love you, Jean." he murmured.

Jean smiled faintly and her body is still humming with aftershocks."I love you too, Peter."

Peter's smirked after hearing that, "Ready for round two?"

Jean too smirked and said in a challenging tone, "Are you?"

Peter took the challenge and the second round began and went for 9 hours straight.

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Next morning, Peter lay in bed while holding Jean close as she slept peacefully in his arms. Her steady breaths and serene expression brought a smile on his face. He smiled while brushing a strand of her hair away from her face before turning his focus inward.

It was time to initiate the soul bond.

Raphael's voice echoed in his mind.

> "Initiating soul bond… Warning: A connection with a primordial entity observed… Identifying the entity…"

Peter's brows furrowed and then his eyes widened in realisation and Raphael continued

> "The entity is pulling your consciousness into her domain…"

"What—" Before Peter could even finish his thought, he felt an intense pull and his consciousness is pulled away.

When Peter opened his eyes again, he found himself in an unfamiliar domain.

Before him stood a majestic, fiery bird, its form pulsating with unimaginable power. The flames surrounding it danced with both grace and menace, casting vibrant shadows across the endless expanse.

The bird's piercing gaze bore into Peter, its sheer presence overwhelming.

"Fuck," Peter muttered under his breath after knowing who it is.

Raphael's voice cut through the tension and echoed in his mind.

> "Yes, you are fucked if it's angry."

Peter resisted the urge to roll his eyes at the sarcasm. 'Not helping, Raphael.'

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