Bud to flower, stalk and vine,
Give light to our hearth and bless this wine,
Her own private ceremony would take place beneath the sky regardless, in the privacy of the backyard.A canopy of cornstalks and flower-woven branches had been constructed on the flagstone terrace, a cozy cavern in which she would light her altar candles and partake of her lonely Mabon feast, giving thanks for the second harvest.Cast out.
Hecate lead us through the night,
‘Til the sun returns its warmth and light
She wondered if she ought to invite Anzan to join her.The araneaen had been pacing since mid-afternoon in an unceasing rhythm, and the creaks and groans of the floorboards had eventually become a comfortable white noise, a backdrop against the day’s tasks.She’d retired that evening hardly paying it any mind for the first time in weeks, as distracted as she was thinking about the festivities she would not be joining in the next night.Tomorrow morning, you should invite him tomorrow morning.It would be nice, not to be alone.She would proceed with her Mabon tradition, her songs and chants and thanks-giving ritual, but having company would distract her from thoughts of the coven.It was with this thought that she drifted to sleep, rocked on the almost comforting sound of the heavy tread above her.
The smell pressed her to the mattress in her dreams, thick black tendrils that dragged up her legs and cupped her breasts beneath the thin cotton of her nightdress, invading her nose and mouth until they filled her.The steady cadence of the pacing above had taken on a hypnotic quality, a rhythmic pulse that her hips raised to meet, the heady black musk filling her sex as fully as it filled her lungs.The solid thump above her head pumped into her, thrusting with the same repetitive cadence as the pacing until she trembled around it, around him, choking on the musk as she came around the smell.
When she awoke with a start, the house was silent.Ladybug gasped, head reeling as she jerked upright with a gasp, disorienting herself for a moment.The pounding of her heart matched the ebbing pulse between her slickened thighs as she struggled out of the tangled sheets.The room was lit by the nearly full moon, soft white light bathing the end of the bed, and nothing seemed out of place.The silence was a deafening roar.
Anzan!It had been weeks since the house had been muted at night, weeks since she hadn’t been kept awake with the audible presence of the araneaen upstairs, and the absence of scuttling footfalls pacing above made her shiver.He couldn’t have left.But ...but what if he’s hurt?! The thought that the day-long pacing may have precipitated some sort of health issue had her scrambling to her knees ...when the smell hit her, invading her senses.Heavy black musk, opaque and sensual, tightening her lungs and nipples almost simultaneously, still filling the room as if he were in the bed beside her.Anzan.At least she knew he’d not vanished in the middle of the night, as the lack of sound upstairs might have denoted.She wondered if the sudden quiet was what had woken her when she heard it.A knock at the bedroom door.Three light taps, just loud enough to have pulled her from sleep, soft enough that she would have missed them if they’d been competing with the normal clatter above her head.The smell seemed to thicken as she slipped from her bed, too conscious of the way the moonlight gleamed on her short, white nightgown, sucking in a lungful of musk before she opened the door.
Ladybug was able to feel her jaw working, her throat trying to produce sound, but as she stood there staring up at the massive, bare-chested araneaen in the now-open doorway, she was as silent as he had previously been for months, as mute as she’d been the night of the Hexennacht disaster, unable to give voice to the maelstrom in her head.
“You said to knock if I needed anything.”
His voice was as black and plush as it had been the previous afternoon in the stairwell, deep and rich with a strength it had not possessed back in the spring.The smell of him was making her legs shake, the doorjamb seeming too far away as she reached out to grip it unsteadily.
“Y-yes?”Her voice was barely a whisper, unable to fully draw breath around the tumaceous weight of the room.“Do-do you ...need something?”
The brilliant blue of his eyes held her spellbound as he nodded wordlessly, pushing his way into the moon-lit room, filling the space.His cock, she realized, backing up until her legs hit the bed, was already distended.
Gleaming black like the rest of his spider half, larger than anything she would have dared imagine and shaped like nothing she’d ever seen before.Three black orbs, the largest sprouting from the slit in his arachnid abdomen and decreasing slightly towards the tip, dotted with the same white markings he bore on his back and legs, ending in a head that seemed to open like a flower, a rounded tip softening the point of it.Her eyes traced up the gleaming black cock, taking in the textured ridges moving up the underside, joining the black orbs in a way that made her whimper, ending at the glimmering at the tip, where a silvery drop of pre-come oozed in the moonlight, bobbing slightly as he advanced into the room.Ladybug swallowed around her heart, considering Anzan’s presence in her bedroom in the middle of the night, smelling of sex and need, his swollen cock presented to her.
Shedid, after all, tell him to knock if there was anything he needed, and his need was clear.
“Am-am I able to help?”The tremor in her voice had nothing to do with fear, and he nodded again.Clamoring backward onto the bed, she saw immediately that she was at a perfect height to take his cock into her mouth as Anzan continued his advance, the overwhelming smell filling the room like a cloud.“Is it a heat?”she gasped out as he continued his approach, his numerous legs lowering until his gleaming cock was perfectly level with her.Another silent nod, confirming her guess, and Ladybug squared her bare shoulders.She was uncertain and timid ninety percent of the time, but she was steadfast in her craft.“Then you must let me help,” she insisted as if his shimmering cock-tip wasn’t nearing her lips at that very moment.“I’m a healer.I can help you.”
The sound of his hiss cut through the weight of the room as her tongue met the glistening tip, licking away the slivery liquid before circling around the curious lily-shaped head, stiffening when her lips began to tingle, heat blooming between her legs atfinallyfinding the source of that delectable smell.His chest rumbled as she sucked, the vibration moving down his body until she felt it against her teeth, more of that tingle-inducing pre-come welling against her tongue.
When her jaw protested at the sphere of his cock’s first segment, his huge hand palmed her head, a razor-sharp nail tracing delicately over her scalp as he gripped his shaft in another hand.She allowed herself to be directed like a doll as he moved the head around her mouth, smearing her lips and tongue with the viscous fluid he leaked, coating her mouth until she was forced to swallow, carrying the tingling sensation down her throat.
Ladybug closed her eyes and focused on her breathing, the same way she did when she focused on her potion work as his heavy cock pushed into her numbed throat, arching her back when she felt the graze of his nails once again, his hands pushing into her hair to grip her head gently.After all, she rationalized sensibly, pressing her tongue against the ridged underside until he hissed again, was this not the same sort of healing magic?He was swollen with need, heavy and pained with his arousal, and had been suffering so for weeks, right above her head.She knew it would probably be viewed as unseemly by others, that sucking her boarder’s cock was an act of carnality and not one of caritas, but she was a healer and had sworn oaths to the sacred mother to assist those in need.Besides, helping to relieve him of this pent-up ichor was the least she could do for such a model tenant.
It surprised her then, when a short while after she’d begun sucking him in earnest, never managing to make it beyond that first sphere even with the numbing effect, he pulled back with a groan.
“That’s very good,” he murmured, running one of those talon-like nails over her swollen bottom lip, “a very nice treat ...but that’s not what I need, little bug.”
She comprehended immediately.This was what the weeks of tension and pacing had been leading to, after all, this was why she’d opened her door to him.She would help him through his heat and he would scratch the itch his smell had ignited in her skin.
“Do you trust me, little bug?”
Did she?He’d never given her reason not to, isn’t that what she’d told herself all those months ago?Quiet and respectful, an invisible presence who’d never given her a reason to fear for her safety, despite what was said about the spider-folk.If he’d appeared in her doorway weeks ago — healthy and well-fed and horny after a summer spent doing whatever it was he’d done, she’d have had been casting repelling charms, planting jasper at the side door and painting the doorjamb with rosemary and yew, keeping him well away.As it was though, he’d been suffering, pacing in the attic, night after night.Putting out a scent to signal his need to mate, waiting for a receptive female to respond ...and every night she’d lain in her bed, smelling and listening, feeling her own arousal grow in response to his.The rising tension in the house had, indeed, reached its breaking point, and she was the only one who could put an end to the extended suffering of all concerned.
She thought of the lovely pot of mums flanking the porch steps, cheerful yellow now joining the rich red, appearing after an afternoon she’d been out visiting a client several towns away; of the perfectly weeded garden, a task she’d barely needed to do since the beginning of summer, of the fragrant licorice scent of the foreign plant she carefully tended in the sunny well.He’d never made her feel unsafe, and she was certain she could trust him now.Alone, together.Ladybug sucked in a slow breath, centering herself with squeezed-shut eyes to call on the Dark Mother for guidance and protection, for it would be a long night ...but she was helpless to trust him.When her eyes opened, she was surprised to find that he’d lowered himself further, his giant hand cupping the side of her face without managing to touch her, a hair’s breadth away.His ears were pointed, similar to an elf’s, something she’d never noticed before, and she wondered how sensitive they would be to her touch.The heat of his mouth was close, so close, close enough that she felt the warmth of his slight exhalation when she closed the distance, pressing her cheek to his palm.
“You do me a great honor,” he murmured, deep and pitch black, a hot caress against her neck.“Such a fair, delicate mate ...and I swear it on my life, I will never bring you harm.”His other hand moved like a shadow down her body, not quite making contact with the bright, white cotton that separated her skin from his, but she felt it all the same.His deference, his bowed head and reverent tone ...she didn’t know anything about araneaen culture, but she was certain he meant what he said, just as she was certain if she told him to leave, he’d do so at once.Perhaps she was an easy mark — after all, he saw how alone she was ...but she’d had months to see that he was the same.Alone, together.
His mouth was close, close enough that she was able to incline her head slightly and meet it with her own.Her lips still tingled as she brushed them against his, the tip of her tongue tracing their shape until his own darted out to meet hers, and when his teeth captured her lower lip, exerting the barest bit of pressure against her tender flesh, she whimpered.Sex magick of the most potent kind, she considered, given freely and enthusiastically by all involved.
“Let me have you, little bug.”
Ladybug swayed, the dark curl of his voice licking up her neck.There was something about the name he called her, so similar to the pet name she’d been bestowed with when she’d come into the aunts’ care; something about the way he uttered it in his silky black voice, sending another undulation up her spine, and after an interminable moment, she nodded.Shedidtrust him.She wanted to help him through his heat, wanted to put an end to the tension in her home ...wanted to not be alone.She wanted him.
