As a Symbiote in Marvel multiverse

The fiery domain around Peter shifted, morphing into a grand room adorned with hues of red and gold.

The giant flaming bird before him transformed, shrinking and reshaping itself. Moments later, a woman with strikingly similar features to Jean stood before him and her presence is radiating celestial power.

She was completely naked and Peter couldn't help but gape at the sight. Her beauty was otherworldly—her body exuding perfection, an undeniable allure. She noticed his gaze and smirked.

Soon clothes materialized on her body with a wave of her hand, much to Peter's disappointment.

> "Are you in your right mind? You're lusting after an entity that could erase you with a thought."

That snapped Peter back to reality as he stood before the Phoenix Force, now in human form.

"Relax, little guy," she said while stepping closer. "I'm not going to eat you."

Peter is still nervous and asked cautiously, "Can you tell me why you pulled my consciousness here?"

She smiled while crossing her arms and resting her chin on her hand. "Well, you're trying to form a soul bond with my future host. Naturally, I needed to evaluate you myself... Peter Parker." A knowing smile crossed her face. "Or should I say, Mark Anderson?"

His eyes widened in shock. 'How does she know my real name?'

She chuckled and placed a hand on his cheek and caressing it gently with her fingers. "Don't worry. I'm not here to harm you. In fact, I'll allow the soul bond with Jean."

Peter stared at her, stunned and filled with questions. Before he could ask, a chair materialized behind him and she gently pushed him down into it. Then, to his utter disbelief, she sat sideways on his lap.

Normally, Peter would have welcomed such an intimate situation, but this was a literal cosmic entity capable of erasing him from existence. He froze, unsure of what to do.

She chuckled again, clearly amused by his discomfort, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned closer. "Don't worry too much, Peter. Try to relax."

> "Yeah, try to relax, Peter."

Raphael added in teasing tone.

'I am trying my best here, Raphael!' Peter screamed internally.

He exhaled deeply and finally managed to ask, "What do you want from me?"

She touched his chin lightly with her fingers. "Nothing... for now," she said in a smooth and reassuring tone.

"So... you won't stop me from forming a soul bond with Jean?"

She shook her head. "No, I won't interfere. In fact, I welcome it."

Peter frowned and was confused. "Why?"

She smiled and continued, "You know about me, don't you? Most of the time, the hosts I choose as avatars can't contain my power. It overwhelms them, leading to instability and corruption. My immense power also requires a significant energy source to sustain, which can be drained by excessive use."

Peter nodded slowly as she guided his hand to her hip and her tone growing softer. "That's why, with your help, Jean will gain full control of my powers in the future. She will become one of my strongest hosts across the multiverse."

Peter hesitated before asking, "But... how do you know about me?"

Her smile widened as she leaned in closer. "The primordial entities all know about you. Did you really think a soul transfer from outside the Fourth Wall would go unnoticed?"

His blood ran cold at the thought of countless cosmic beings aware of his existence.

Sensing his unease, she cupped his face and pulled him closer, forcing him to meet her eyes. "Don't worry, Peter. This happened for a reason, and you'll understand it in time. But right now, you're too weak to learn the truth about your transmigration."

Before Peter could respond, she pressed her lips against his, surprising him. Her kiss was warm and consuming, their tongues briefly intertwining.

> "The soul bond is successful...

> Your Psionic Powers have received a significant boost, increasing their capabilities.

Peter's mind barely registered Raphael's words as he focused on the kiss. But just as quickly as it began, the Phoenix pulled back while smirking.

"That's enough for now," she said, "Be ready for the day you're truly prepared to host me, future King in Black."

With those words, Peter's consciousness was forcefully returned to his body.

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Peter jolted awake, sitting upright in bed and panting heavily.

Jean stirred beside him while rubbing her eyes. "What's wrong?" she asked sleepily.

He turned to her and pulled her into a hug. "Nothing. Just a dream... and the soul bond is formed now."

"Really?" she asked and her eyes lighting up as she hugged him tightly.

"Yeah," he said softly, though his mind was still racing with the thoughts of his encounter with the Phoenix Force.

He held Jean close while trying to calm his nerves, but he has more questions now than before.

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**Earth-66, 2012**

**Stacy residence, Gwen's room**

Gwen and Peter fall on the bed as thier clothes disappeared at the same time.

Peter's lips crashed into Gwen's with a ferocity that left her breathless. Their mouths fused together, tongues tangling in a wild dance of desire. But it was his tongue that dominated, exploring every corner of her mouth, claiming her with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. She could feel his hunger, his need, and it only fueled her own.

He pushed her backward onto the bed, their bodies moving in sync as if they were one. His hands were not idle—they moved with purpose, cupping her breasts. He pinched her nipples hard, twisting them slightly, and she gasped into his mouth. The mix of pain and pleasure made her moan, her hands instinctively reaching for him. Her fingers wrapped around his hardened length, stroking him with a rhythm that matched the pace of his touch.

"Peter…" she whispered against his lips.

He didn't respond with words. Instead, he broke the kiss abruptly and his lips began trailing down her neck to her collarbone. His mouth descended onto her exposed breasts. His tongue extended and teasingly flicking across her nipples until they were stiff and aching. He coated them with saliva, his lips sucking and biting gently at first and then with more force.

Gwen arched her back and her fingers tightening around him as she stroked faster. "Oh god~, Peter~… yes~…" she moaned as her voice breaking as he bit down on her nipple, tugging it sharply before releasing it. The sharp sting sent a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.

His hand slid down her body and began slipping between her legs. He wasted no time, plunging three fingers inside her with a single, deliberate thrust. Her eyes flew open, her mouth forming a silent cry before he captured her lips again. This time, his teeth grazed her lower lip, pulling it gently before letting go. His other hand found her clit, pinching and rubbing it in quick motions.

"You're so wet for me," he growled against her lips.

Gwen could only whimper in response, her body trembling under his touch. He was rougher than usual, but she loved it. The way he dominated her, the way he took control—it ignited something deep inside her.

Peter pulled away briefly with his eyes locking onto hers as he pinned her wrists above her head. His tongue trailed down her body, leaving a sticky trail of saliva in its wake. He lingered at her navel with his tongue dipping inside it before moving lower. When he reached her pussy, he removed his fingers, now glistening with her arousal, and replaced them with his mouth.

The moment his tongue touched her, Gwen's thighs clamped around his head. His tongue was relentless, diving deep inside her, exploring every inch of her. His hands returned to her breasts, squeezing and playing with her nipples as he devoured her. She cried out, her hands clutching handfuls of his hair as she pressed herself closer to his face.

She was close. So close. Every lick, every suck, every thrust of his tongue brought her closer to the edge. And when she finally came, her body convulsing under his touch but he didn't stop. He drank every drop and his tongue is lapping at her.

Peter rose from between her legs with his lips glistening with her essence. He licked them slowly, savoring the taste, before positioning himself at her entrance. He teased her with the tip of his cock, stroking it against her folds a few times before thrusting into her in one powerful motion.

Gwen's eyes widened and her nails began digging into his shoulders as he filled her completely. "Fuck~, Peter!" she cried out loud with pleasure.

He began to move, his hips pistoning against hers with increasing speed. His hands gripped her breasts, pinching and twisting her nipples in time with his thrusts.

Gwen's moans grew louder, mixed with cries of pain and pleasure as he took her harder and faster. The bed creaked beneath them, threatening to give way, but neither of them cared.

"Harder," she begged as her voice was barely audible over the sound of their bodies slamming together. "Please, Peter—harder!"

He obliged, his thrusts becoming almost brutal in their intensity. His lips found hers again, his tongue plunging into her mouth as he kissed her with wild abandon. Gwen clung to him, her arms wrapping around his back as she met his thrusts with equal force.

They came together, their bodies shuddering as waves of ecstasy washed over them. But Peter wasn't done. He flipped her onto her stomach, entering her from behind with a single, forceful thrust. Gwen braced herself on her elbows, her cries growing louder as he slammed into her repeatedly. His hand came down on her ass in a sharp slap, the sound echoing through the room.

"Peter~...." she screamed with her body trembling in pleasure.

The bed gave out beneath them, collapsing with a loud crash, but they didn't stop. Peter grabbed her hips, lifting her slightly as he continued to thrust into her with unrelenting power. Gwen's cries turned into incoherent babbling as she came again, her body convulsing around him.

When he finally spilled himself inside her, filling her womb with his seed, he still wasn't satisfied. Without warning, he lifted her up and slammed her against the wall with her back facing the wall.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms clinging to his neck as he entered her again.

Their lips met in another frantic kiss, their tongues battling for dominance as their bodies moved together. Saliva dripped from their mouths, mingling with the sounds of their passion.

After thrusting her for sometime she came once more and her moans muffled by his mouth as Peter pulled out his cock soaked with their combined juices.

Without hesitation, Gwen dropped to her knees, taking him into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around him, cleaning him thoroughly before she began to suck him with desperate need. Peter's hands tangled in her hair, guiding her movements roughly as he chased his release.

"That's it," he growled, his voice tight with restraint. "Take it all."

And she did swallowing every last drop as he came in her mouth.

They both looked at eachother and then around them.

The bed was broken and it was a mess. Luckily for them Peter already used the sound blocking device before the began otherwise it would've been worse.

They both looked eachother again and chuckled.

Peter placed his hand towards the broken bed and soon, black tendrils came and devored the bed and moments later, new bed identical to the previous one stood there.

Peter then turned to Gwen with a devilish grin, "Let's go few more rounds, now the bed is stronger than before."

Peter gave the bed the same strength as adamantium so that it would last throughout their wild Passion.

Gwen smirked and jumped on Peter as they began their activity again.

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**Domain of the Phoenix**

The Phoenix in her female form sat on the chair Peter had occupied moments before, her fingers tracing the armrest as if contemplating the events that had just transpired. Her serene demeanor shifted slightly as the air in her domain rippled. Moments later, an old man appeared before her.

He had white hair, wore black sunglasses, and was dressed casually, exuding a calm and collected aura.

She smiled while tilting her head playfully. "Oh my, what a surprise. What brings you here?"

The old man sighed, "So, you've chosen him, huh?"

She nodded and slowly rose from the chair to face him. Her tone carried a hint of amusement. "Out of the 100 candidates, he's the only one who interests me."

The old man crossed his arms and nodded thoughtfully. "Alright. Your call."

Her playful demeanor faded and was replaced by a rare seriousness. "And the others? How are they faring?"

"They're progressing," the old man replied. "Give them enough time, and they'll be ready."

She nodded and the old man adjusted his sunglasses. "Alright, then. I'll see you later."

"Okay, goodbye." she replied.

As the old man vanished into thin air, the Phoenix shifted back into her majestic bird form. With a powerful beat of her flaming wings, she soared through her domain.

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A/N: So, what do you guys think about the chapter. Any guesses about the identity of the old man.

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