10. Flavia #2
A dangerous question. Pain had become the only constant in my life.
In some ways, I knew it better than anything else, and in that, there was familiarity.
I knew how to lose myself in it, how to harden myself.
But what he was asking, that would allow me a whole new type of pain, one to which I had no resistance. A venom to which I had no immunity.
“I trust you.”
His eyebrow quirked up. “Some would deem it unwise to trust a monster like me.”
“You did tell me I was likely very stupid.”
His face split with a grin and he leaned forward, his long tongue extending to lick the entire length of my neck and along my jaw. “Then let me show you the beauty in surrender.”
His tongue snaked into my mouth, filling it completely as our lips met. It claimed every surface before he pulled away, his hands never stopping.
He wrapped more silk around my thighs, the pale flesh there bulging between the tight confines.
He wove tight knots around my chest, the silk a cage for my breasts, trapping the blood in them until the ache was almost unbearable.
My nipples were almost red, and I squirmed, wanting him to touch them.
“Patience, I will give you everything you need. But only when you are at the edge of what you can handle.”
His hands never stopped, and the knots slowly pulled tighter. Then, I was lifted into the air, dangling before him like a perverse ornament. My chest thrust even further forward from my own weight, and he bound my calves to my thighs, my legs spread.
But then the panic set in. I was trapped, I was a prisoner. My heart raced and blood rushed to my head, and I struggled. I felt silk snap before his hands found my face.
“My neidr.” He was in front of me, all eight eyes on mine. “You are mine. You are safe. No harm will come to you.”
My heart slowed, but I continued to struggle, tears rising in my eyes. “It hurts.”
“If it is too much we will stop.”
I stopped struggling to observe him. Ever since he had bitten me, all my senses were enhanced.
I could feel his heartbeat, steady in his chest. I could smell his cloyingly sweet scent.
I had said I would trust him, but part of me had assumed that he wouldn’t listen.
I could see the hunger in his eyes, sense the way his body had started to heat with arousal. But still, he stopped.
“You would stop for me? I thought you fed on fear?”
His grin dropped, his mouth hardening into a firm line before he spoke. “I do. But you are no longer my prey. You are mine. Your fear is delicious, but when you embrace it and let it transform into something more, that is what I crave.”
Shame rose unbidden, and I felt my cheeks and neck heating. “I am afraid of the pain.”
“Does it hurt, or is that your mind playing tricks? Tell me what you really feel.”
I was confined, that I knew. But with his cool hands on my face I was able to slow my racing heart, and for the first time in memory, I let myself focus on what my body was feeling.
The silk was tight, but there was nothing sharp. A deep throbbing where blood pooled, aching where my weight pressed me against the restraints. But it wasn’t the pain I knew. It didn’t speak of cruelty, but instead of possibility.
“I feel…aching. I need you to touch me, Ysu.”
He grinned, and I watched as his spider arms pulled on the threads of his web. I was lifted higher so my breasts were now level with his mouth. His tongue lashed out, wrapping around one, squeezing it even tighter, until he flicked his tongue over my aching nipple and I cried out.
My thighs tried to squeeze together, but they were bound apart.
I flushed as I felt arousal dripping down my leg as he continued to lave my nipple with his tongue, his clawed fingers rolling the other between them.
Each tug had my stomach writhing until tears rose in my eyes.
Too much blood was in my head, and everything was foggy, and he was giving me too much and not enough at the same time.
“Ysu…” I choked out, unsure of what I was asking him. Drool dripped from my swollen, tingling lips as I tried to decided if I wanted him to stop this torture, or never end it.
His tongue extended, licking it from my chin as his spider arms tugged at the silk that kept me aloft.
My suspension was a mastery of attachments and pulleys, and I flipped over, my back no longer arched.
He stepped between my legs, spreading them wider.
He traced the length of his bottom cock through my soaked heat, and I could see my arousal coating him slowly.
He tugged another thread, and I rose to be nearly in a seated position.
“You are mine. I think it is time you take me completely.” He grinned.
“You mean…both? At once?” The thought sent shivers through me, and they weren’t because of fear.
Serrated claws danced over my skin, making the tingling there almost unbearable. They traced around my swollen breast until I was writhing again. He stroked down his cocks, coating his fingers and palm in the thick precum he produced.
Then he swiped his thumb over my clit, circling it torturously slow. But with the restraints and pressure all over my body, and the incessant teasing of his claws I felt ready to combust at just that small touch.
His smirk told me he knew it. “We have all night. Why rush things?”
“Ysu, if you tease me much more, you may not survive the night.” The boldness of my words took me by surprise, but not as much as the heat that rose in his eyes.
“Such a violent thing when angered.” His words dripped with approval. His thumb circled tighter, and my legs shook in their restraints. He watched my chest rise and fall with each pant as I got close…so close…
As the pressure in my core built nearly to that point of no return, I felt his other slicked fingers press into the tight ring of my ass.
“Ysu…” I felt myself clenching down again.
“You are safe. Surrender to me. Trust me.”
He pinched the flesh around my clit, and I took one last deep breath, relaxing to let him in as my orgasm consumed me.
He groaned in approval, his finger working me open with each shudder of pleasure. He coated himself with more precum before slowly pressing back in with two fingers this time, and the sting was even less this time.
“If I flip you over, it will be easier–”
“No.”
He paused.
“I want to see you.” The words admitted more than I wanted, but trust was a sword that cut both ways.
His face revealed nothing, but then his spider arms tugged at the web again so we were face to face, and his lips found mine.
It was a tender kiss, not filled with claiming but something softer. I closed my eyes, swiping my tongue over his bottom lip. He returned the gesture playfully, and something in my chest cracked open. This was what intimacy could be, not just pleasure, but connection.
He continued to gently toy with me, opening me even more with his fingers, but he didn’t rush.
He kissed me, and I knew he would until I was ready.
I reveled in the taste of him, the strange sensation of running my tongue over the venom sacks behind his fangs, and how he would shudder as I did.
Small drops of venom emerged, and they tasted sweet.
They fed the tingling in my skin until heat built in me again that I couldn’t ignore.
I pulled back, and all of his eyes watched me closely.
“I’m ready.”
There was no smirk this time, only reverence as he held me with all his arms, positioning himself against me.
His fingers retracted and were replaced with the broad head of his larger cock.
He pressed slowly, and the stretch was intense as he entered my cunt and my ass, but he held me close, and our breath mingled as he guided my breathing.
“Ysu…”
“I have you, my neidr.” Inch by inch, I took him. It was slow, but inevitable. The tingling of his venom beneath my skin died down, and all I felt was him.
He bottomed out, and for one more moment he held me close, placing a gentle kiss on my temple. “You’re doing so well.”
His hand locked around my throat, just tight enough for me to feel my heartbeat beneath his fingers. The other gripped my breast, while his spider limbs held my hips and spread my legs. He slid back, before snapping his hips forward, and my eyes rolled back.
Over and over he claimed me, each thrust more desperate than the last. All eight of his eyes squeezed shut as his grip tightened, and I realized he was just as overcome as I was.
“Ysu, look at me.”
His gaze locked with mine, and I wanted to touch him more than anything.
I struggled to free my arms, and he sliced the silk off with one swift motion.
I grabbed his face, holding his forehead against mine.
His dark eyes shimmered in the moonlight, and for a moment there was absolutely no barrier between us.
I kissed him again and our bodies convulsed in unison, rapture flowing through us as our orgasms chased each other.
“My perfect neidr. In all the dark corners of this world, in all the forgotten places where old magic sleeps, there is nothing more beautiful than you, here in my arms.”