Neo tilts her head, amused, meeting me in the center of her shop. "So this is a fashion emergency?"
I lean in while grabbing her waist, my voice dropping. "I have the damn costume. I need you to help me figure out how to wear it… or how fast it should come off."
Neo’s grin is slow and dangerous. "You’re lucky I like dramatic men in seasonal distress."
I offer my hand, palm up, my fingers brushing her wrist. "Come ruin Christmas with me."
***
My room looms like a shadowed sanctuary, the air thick with the scent of aged wood and faint evergreen from the hallway tree. Flickering candlelight dances across the walls, casting elongated shadows that mingle with the subtle glow of string lights. The string is looped around the ‘headboard’ of my unconventional bed: a coffin. It’s a sleek black, polished to a mirror sheen and propped open like an invitation to the forbidden. The inside has a satin lining in a deep crimson color, like damn Santa’s coat. Especially for Neo, I scattered faux snowflakes across, giving it an ironic festive touch to the gothic vibe.Cause’ I am romantic like that.
She laughs. "Still sleeping in the coffin?"
I hug her from behind and kiss her earlobe "It’s not a coffin."
Neo’s fingers trail along my arms. "Our play box."
I turn her body to make her face me, and I kiss her.
"I want us to do something. Together. " I retrieve a small glass terrarium from my nightstand, the handle adorned with a tiny mistletoe sprig. The occupant inside the glass is a harmless black tarantula with purple undertones, its fuzzy legs splayedin a curious pose. Neo's eyes widen, breath hitching as I slowly unscrew the lid, my eyes not leaving Neo’s face.
"No!"
She takes a step back.
"I am here, Neo. I won’t let it harm you."
I have always admired Neo’s strength—the way she confronts danger with steel in her spine and fire in her eyes. But when it comes to spiders, even the tiniest ones, her confidence cracks. It isn’t mockable. It is real, visceral. I don’t want to push her. I want to help her reclaim that part of herself that fear has stolen.
Neo lays back against the cool satin inside of the coffin, her naked body shivering not just from the chill but from the knot of anxiety twisting in her gut. "I'll make the spider part of us," I tell her, my voice the low rumble I know sends heat pooling between her thighs, despite the fear. I straddle her hips, my massive frame eclipsing the dim light. My cock is already hard and throbs against her belly, the tip smearing warm trails on her skin. "Trust me," I whisper to her, my tattooed hands pinning her wrists above her head, fingers interlaced with hers in a grip that is firm yet tender. "If you want to stop, we stop!"
"Don’t stop!" I look into her eyes and see both fear and desire.
I lean down, capturing her lips in a deep kiss. Neo moans into my mouth, she’s arching up as my free hand trails down her side. My thumb brushes her hardened nipple before dipping lower to part her slick folds. She is soaked, I know her pussy is already clenching around nothing, betraying how her body craves me, even as dread nips at her edges.
"Slowly," I command softly, my voice laced with dominance. I dip two fingers into the terrarium, coaxing the spider onto my palm. It crawls tentatively, its touch as light as falling snow. I bring it towards her chest, hovering just above her racing heart.
Fear spikes through Neo like lightning, her body tensing. My cock nudges her entrance insistently, the broad head stretching her inch by inch. I push in slowly, filling her with my thick length, the veins pulsing against her inner walls as I bottom her out. "Feel me inside you," I groan and start moving in a steady rhythm, my hips snapping forward to bury myself in her as deep as possible. The spider, urged by my guiding hand, steps onto her skin—its legs tickling the swell of her breast, the strange and feathery sensation making her gasp.
Neo whimpers and smiles, she’s still torn between panic and pleasure as I fuck her, my thrusts grinding my pubic bone against her clit with each plunge. The spider starts to explore, skittering across her ribs, the light prickle contrasting the heavy drag of my cock pulling out and slamming back in. "It's not going to hurt you," I whisper, releasing her wrists to cup her face, forcing her to meet my gaze. "It's just a sensation—like my tongue on your neck." To prove it, I lean in and tickle the skin of her neck with the tip of my tongue.
She cries out, her walls fluttering around my shaft as the spider ventures lower, its legs brushing the curve of her hip. Her terror has transformed into something electric under my control, her arousal spiking as fear transmuted into thrill. I pound into her relentlessly, the coffin creaking beneath us like a heartbeat. My muscles ripple through the movement, biceps flexing to hold myself up, my abs contracting with every push. I kiss her neck again, the spider pausing near her thigh, inches from where our bodies are joined.
"Good girl," I praise, my breath ragged. I lean down to suck her nipple into my mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive bud while the spider's faint crawl awakens the goosebumps on her skin. Neo's hands clutch my shoulders, nails digging into the inked flesh, her hips buck up to meet mine, chasing the orgasm coiling in her core. Neo’s fear lingers, a dark edge sharpening with everythrust and every tickle, until she shatters—her pussy clamping down on my cock in violent spasms, her essence gushing around us as she screams my name. I follow with a guttural roar, slamming deep inside her one last time, my cock swelling as I finish on her stomach, painting her skin in white. The spider, undisturbed, ambles towards the coffin's edge. As our bodies tremble in aftershock, I gently scoop it with my fingers, ready to put it back into the terrarium. But Neo... slowly extends her finger, bringing it to hover just above the creature’s hairy body. Suddenly, without hesitation, she touches it.
The spider twitches once, then settles.
Neo exhales, triumphant.
My lips curl into a rare, proud smile. "You touched it," I say, my voice low and warm.
She glances back at me, smiling. "Wasn’t going to let it win again. What’s its name?"
"Kegs…" she looks confused. "Don’t ask." I lay beside her, pulling her into my arms, lips brushing her forehead. "See? Nothing to fear," I murmur, my hand stroking her back in soothing circles. "I am so proud of you!"
Neo nestles against me, the phobia's grip loosening, replaced by a hazy glow of satisfaction and the afterglow of our union.
"Thank you, Nox!"
