At the Hellfire Gala, a lavish celebration of mutant power and decadence, Spider-Man—fresh from his latest battles in Marvel Rivals—felt like a fish out of water. The opulent halls buzzed with mutants in extravagant attire, their confidence radiating. Peter Parker, clad in his iconic red-and-blue suit, adjusted his mask nervously. He’d been invited as a gesture of mutant-hero unity, but the grandeur made his spider-sense hum with unease. Little did he know, this night would plunge him into an Emma Frost Marvel Rivals Hentai fantasy beyond his wildest dreams.
Emma Frost, the White Queen, glided through the crowd, her diamond form shimmering under the chandelier lights. Her revealing Hellfire Gala gown hugged her voluptuous tits and hinted at the curve of her pussy beneath the fabric. She spotted Spider-Man lingering near a marble pillar, his awkward stance betraying his discomfort. A smirk curled her lips. With her telepathic prowess, she brushed against his mind, sensing a flicker of attraction—and a buried kink for powerful women. Perfect, she thought.
“Well, well, if it isn’t the web-slinger from Marvel Rivals,” Emma purred, her voice sliding into his head like silk. Spider-Man jolted, turning to face her. “Emma Frost,” he stammered, “just, uh, here to support the cause.” Her laugh was low and sultry. “How noble. Let’s see if you’re as agile off the battlefield.” Before he could quip back, she took his arm and guided him through a hidden door, her touch firm and commanding.
In a secluded room draped with velvet, Emma’s demeanor shifted from playful to predatory. She shoved Spider-Man onto a plush couch, her eyes glinting with dominance. “I’ve read your mind, Peter,” she said, straddling his lap. Her tits pressed against his chest as she kissed him hard, her tongue fucking his mouth with possessive intent. Pulling back, she grinned wickedly. “Tonight, I own you.”
With a telekinetic flick, Emma bound his wrists above his head, the invisible force pinning him in place. Spider-Man tugged against it, his dick already stiffening under his costume. “Whoa, easy there,” he tried to joke, but Emma silenced him with a finger to his lips. “Hush, little Spider. Mommy’s in charge now.”
She slid off him, her gown rustling as she kicked off her heels. Her bare feet, perfectly pedicured with shimmering polish, caught the dim light. Emma traced one foot up his thigh, teasing the bulge in his suit. “Let’s see that cock of yours,” she commanded, unzipping his costume with deft fingers. His dick sprang free—thick, veiny, and pulsing with need. “Fuck, you’re hung,” she murmured approvingly, her pussy growing wet with anticipation.
Emma positioned herself at his feet, wrapping her soles around his throbbing dick. The sensation hit Spider-Man like a shockwave, his hips bucking instinctively. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, head tipping back. She began to stroke him, slow and deliberate, her toes teasing the sensitive head of his cock. “You like that, don’t you, my little boy?” she cooed, her voice dripping with maternal authority. “Yes, mommy,” he gasped, surrendering to her control.
Her feet moved in perfect rhythm, massaging his shaft with expert precision. Pre-cum glistened at his tip, and Emma smeared it with her toes, heightening the slick friction. “Such a good boy for mommy,” she praised, her tits heaving as she watched him squirm. Telepathically, she amplified his pleasure, flooding his mind with visions of her naked body—her pussy dripping, her tits bouncing as she dominated him. “Fuck, Emma, I can’t—” he panted, but she pressed a foot against his balls, asserting her power. “You’ll cum when I say, Spider.”
Emma quickened her pace, her feet fucking his dick with relentless skill. Spider-Man’s moans filled the room, his body trembling under her femdom reign. “Please, mommy, let me cum,” he begged, his voice raw with need. She smirked, reveling in his submission. “Go ahead, my little hero. Cum for mommy.”
With a strangled cry, Spider-Man erupted, ropes of hot cum spurting onto Emma’s feet and the floor. She milked him dry, her toes coaxing out every last drop until he slumped, spent and breathless. Releasing his bonds, she stood over him, wiping her feet with a silk cloth. “You did well, Peter,” she said, her tone both nurturing and triumphant. “But remember—you’re mine now.”
As Emma sauntered out, her diamond form catching the light, Spider-Man lay there, dazed and satisfied. The Hellfire Gala had just become the stage for an Emma Frost Marvel Rivals Hentai encounter he’d never forget.
