“Then have me,” she whispered, arching when his hands pressed to her at last.You must learn what the darkness discovers.
She’d taken part in more than her fair share of sex rituals over the years.There was a marked difference between socializing and craftwork, for while she was often overwhelmed and timid in social situations, she was steadfast in her craft.Making pleasant, flirtatious conversation over a shared meal sounded like agony, but exalting the goddess in an unknown place with a stranger — that was different.It was about the season and the Great Rite, about the craft and tradition, and had little to do with her.She was a healer, and helping Anzan through his heat was an act of healing, but there was no way to separate the fact thatthisact had everything to do with her, unlike those ritual sex nights of years past.
A wide hand encircled her waist, pulling her close, while two others cupped the swells of her breasts through the fabric of the thin nightgown, and stillanothertangled in the untamed frizz of her hair.There were too many arms to keep track of, and as they moved over her skin reverently, her head dropped back, unused to such attention.When when the hand in her hair moved to trace her jaw gently before tipping her head back and to the side, her eyes opened, her mouth forming anoof surprise.Moonlight caught on the gleaming white fangs he bared, and she realized his intent with a strangled yelp.
“Wait!You-you don’t need to do that!I’m ...receptive!”Araneaen venom was a powerful aphrodisiac, one that was regularly used in the love potions she was contracted to brew, would leave her pliable and at his mercy, as if she weren’t already there.She didn’t know how to tell him she was already dripping, the heavy smell of him and the act of sucking his cock igniting the fire in her belly, the slick of her earlier climax seeming paltry compared to the arousal flooding her ready cunt; ready to take him without needing the benefit of his fangs.
“Iappreciatethat,” he emphasized, stroking her cheek with the edge of that lethal nail, “but your enthusiasm will have its limits.Females of my kind are much larger than males, and you are only human.I don’t wish to damage you, little bug.This will ...help.”
Ladybug felt the tickle of his long hair on her bare arm, the heat of his mouth on the white column of her throat, the deep rumble of his growl as he inhaled against her pulse.The bite stings only for a moment, instantly replaced with heat blooming across her skin from where his fangs sunk into the side of her neck.She’d sampled araneaen venom before — it was important for a witch to be intimately familiar with every ingredient in her arsenal, after all, but to be administered directly from the source ...she was unprepared for the fire that raced through her veins, for the moan that crossed her lips, for the speed the venom affected her, nor for the desperate need to bepossessedby the araneaen looming over her.
“Tomorrow is the second harvest,” she blurted as she was scooped up, giving him pause before turning to gently deposit her in the chair near the door.“The Mabon feast and the moon ceremony ...you-you can join me if you’d like, after you’ve rested.”
Anzan said nothing for a long moment, bending low before her again.She didn’t know anything about araneaen culture but she suspected she would like it, as he continued to bend, not stopping until his lips brushed the tops of her toes.A razor-sharp nailshinked!through the straps at her shoulders, and the ruined scrap of cotton was pulled away, leaving her bare beneath him as he raised once more.
“Then we shall break tomorrow evening, if it would please you, little bug, for your feast day.”
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The web was constructedbetween the antique posts of her bed, a thick and sturdy-looking work of art she had little ability to admire in her compromised state.She was panting by the time he placed her in the soft, springy center, lifting her foot and placing a hot kiss to the side of her ankle.Ladybug watched as her leg was encased, first one, and then the other, the venom racing through her veins making her twist with need as her knees were pushed apart.An open-work pattern with intricate knots and braiding that crisscrossed up her skin, it was the most beautiful thing she’d ever been put in, raiment fit for an araneaen queen, the braiding following the trail of fire left by his mouth.Around her knees and over her hips, the tensity of the silken strands secured her snugly, pulling her legs open wide.She was unsure why, in all of her preposterous daydreams or nocturnal fantasies, she never imagined herself with him in an actual web.It shouldn’t have been surprising, all things considered, but she wondered about the state of her attic, if this was how he normally lived.
She tensed when strong hands encircled her wrists, raising them over her head to press to the sticky web above her in a vice-like grip, while his other hands landed on her hips, holding her tight as he mounted her without preamble.There’s no going back after this.It would hurt, she realized, if she wasn’t dripping and made pliable from his burning venom.His cock was bigger and thicker than anything she’d ever had before, and Ladybug arched against her bonds, feeling each sphere press into her, each one bigger than the last, filling, filling, filling her until she was certain her belly would balloon with the shape of him.You’re a healer, you’re a healer, you can do this ...Anzan didn’t stop until he was completely hilted; his swollen, needy cock stretching her walls beyond what she’d previously thought possible, before bottoming out with a grunt.The hands at her wrists moved to drag down her body, leaving her hands trapped in the sticky webbing.Over her throat and down her sternum, cupping her breasts in wonder.His cock was an uncomfortable pressure, the only thing that kept her from enjoying the way he squeezed and stroked, kneading her breasts until her nipples had completely hardened.
“Such softness,” he murmured, plucking at a nipple until she gasped, at the same time that he pulled his cock back several inches, before thrusting into her with a groan.“So soft and tight.”
Despite the venom, his first dozen thrusts were an uncomfortable pressure: too big, too hard, she was stretched too full and winced at the burn.His many eyes were closed, preventing him from seeing her pained expression as he set a driving pace, climaxing with a hiss after less than a minute, painting her thighs with his release as he pulled out.She had a mind to stop him then, but the hands at her hips slipped to cup her ass, tilting and raising her, refastening the webbing, and when he pressed into again, pleasure bloomed where pain had previously tightened her muscles.
“There we are,” he crooned as she gasped, pumping into her in a way that seemed to hit every nerve ending in her body.The ridges of his segmented length rubbed at her inner walls, directly stimulating that spongy spot within that made her back arch beneath him as he pistoned, growling against her neck as she moaned.“So good and tight ...”
Another slight shift, a flash of white behind her eyes, the sacred Goddess spot within her feeling as though it were trapped between two of the spheres of his cock, and with every thrust it was pulled back and forth, the ribbed ridges moving over it as it was pulled, and she was certain something inside her was about to burst.His hands had moved back to her hips, his thumbs meeting at the top of her pubic bone, just slightly too high to give her clit the pressure it desperately craved.
“H-hands,” she keened, panting for breath as he fucked her relentlessly.“Lower.”
Keen blue eyes bore into her hers, the smaller black eyes blinking in a ripple.When his fingers slid down uncertainly, hesitating over her the swollen bud of her clit, the moan that ripped from her throat made his mouth split, gracing her with the very first smile she’d ever seen light his face, and his fangs dripped in triumph.
“Here?This is the place that pleases you?”
She squeezed her eyes tight, the thought of those razor-like talons so close to her most sensitive anatomy warring with the mind-rattling sensation of his long fingers rolling over her clit, the fingers that pulled at her sensitive nipples, the push-and-pull-and-drag sensation within her causing well pf pressure to break.She’d never felt such an eruption, had never had a partner who could stimulate her body in such a way, had never exalted the goddess so well.Anzan hissed as she came with a startled yelp, fluid gushing from her like a pent-up dam, dripping down their bodies as her cunt clenched around his cock, the enormous release making her eyes roll back.
“Let me hear how I please you, little bug.”His voice was a rumble as he resumed his pumping, coming again before the aftershocks of her own climax had ebbed away.Ladybug felt the moment he emptied inside of her — his thick cock pulsing, filling her with a tingling heat, making her legs twitch within their sticky, webbed confines, the fullness causing her body to contract anew.Dark Mother, I’m sorry for the pitiful excuses of celebration.I knew not what I was being deprived ...
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Any other partner mighthave been flagging after two releases, but the black smell of his arousal was still great, and when he withdrew from her again, his cock still stood thick and hard.
She was reminded of the cat’s cradle game she'd played as a child when a long, talon-tipped finger plucked at a silky, sticky strand, swinging her around to face the floor, moving her like a puppet.The braided webbing holding her legs was pulled, bending her in a way she didn’t realize her body could move, never having been that coordinated or flexible before, but in his hands, she was as graceful as an aerialist.
“No other will take you as a mate.”His voice was a silky purr against her back, and she whimpered when long fingers pressed into her folds, seeking and circling around her clit.A hand at her stomach, a hand wrapped around her throat, the fourth pressed to the small of her back — he was gauging her reactions, she realized, the digits moving over her aching pearl searchingly, repeating the motion whenever her pulse quickened or her breath gasped, zeroing in with precision when she moaned.“No other will mate you while I draw breath, little bug.I swear it to you.”
Threat or promise, she couldn’t tell, but when his cock pressed into her once more, those ridges dragging over the spots previously undiscovered, she nearly sobbed.A promise, she decided, opening her mouth to suck him in, to choke and drown on the smell of him as he began to thrust, filling her so completely there was no way to tell when he ended and she began, filling her until they were one.A promise that might be the end of her lonely days and nights.
She was able to hear the bells of the clocktower downtown ringing in the dawn all too soon, her body hanging limp in the intricate bonds.He’d come into her close to a dozen times by then, the web-woven basin he’d created beneath her sloshing with his shimmering release.
“Do you need to sleep, my little bug?”
Fangs grazed her neck and she heard theshink!of his razor-like talon slicing her wrists free.Several more cuts and she dropped, cradled in his many arms: one around her back, another under her legs as a hand smoothed at her hair, still a fourth wiping gently between her legs.Her eyelids were weighted and heavy, her head unable to lift from his shoulder, but she was enormously pleased with herself.She’d helped him through his heat, and the peace in her home could be restored.She was a healer, after all, and she’d not even needed to employ spellwork.
Despite the sunlight streaming through the windows, darkness closed in steadily.She was still cradled to his strong chest, and Ladybug thought that when she woke, after finishing the day’s chores, she would tap on the attic door to remind him to join her for the Mabon feast.He was even welcome to watch her perform the ancient rites, to sit beside her alter as she drew down the moon, could assist in passing athame and chalice and ring, and when it was finished he could be her partner in the Great Rite beneath the sky, to truly celebrate the goddess.
