Chapter 12 Webs
Ifollowed them here, thankful to encounter a scream that cleared my mind enough to focus on staying hidden.
I’ve always been stealthy, quiet steps and breaths that turn my prey into unsuspecting victims. Capturing her alone would have been easy, but the male has instincts to protect what’s his.
I almost beat him and got her for myself, but he’s stronger than me, even more so now.
I had to recover from our fight, gain more strength, and come up with a plan as I trailed them through the woods.
I’m perched on the top of the cave—my eight appendages make it easy to remain at an awkward angle and peek into the small opening at the top. It’s dark inside, but a soft glow from the plants she brought in with her illuminates the space.
I need to hear her scream again. Surely, he’s still more lethal than I am from her being so near while she howls.
It’s not just the screams, though. I’ve watched them.
He wrings pleasure from her, eliciting a response I’ve never experienced, one that makes me pop from my hard casing, taking myself in my claw until I release.
That alone has brought me power, but surely it would be even more if she rode me like she does him, screaming for me.
Excitement coursed through my veins when they both awoke from their slumber.
I was eager for them to perform for me, to listen to their wet noises, the moans, and most delicious—her screams. But they spent time talking to each other—flapping their fleshy mouths as their faces contorted around emotions.
My rage at their stalling almost made me burst in through the opening and fling her over my shoulder, but that would have been foolish.
Even sneaking up by surprise wouldn’t grant me victory.
I had to get her alone, of course, but my need for their coupling almost became too much.
I’m growing impatient as the darkness creeps over my mind, making me return to my starved state.
Somehow, he can last longer than I. He can reason for even longer periods between her screams. I can only assume it’s due to his member entering her, squelching inside as he releases. Soon it will be my turn, but for now, I watch, eager to see them in the act.
She’s been naked their whole slumber and conversation.
It drives me senseless that he can sit before her in such a state, without forcing her mouth to his heat.
I would not be able to hold so much reserve.
Perhaps he allows her reprieve to elicit a great response from her later.
Surely, I’ve noticed the difference between her screams of pleasure compared to the ones I usually gather from terror.
I’m thankful for the haired beast, even if I yearn to yank out his heart and steal his prize.
If it weren’t for him, I’d be clueless about how to squeeze the sweetest nectar from her fruit.
I’d squander and run her dry. He must feed the female and bathe her.
I’m hopeful that I can remember to do these things when she’s in my possession.
I haven’t come up with a plan yet. Every scream, I’m more capable, and I hope that this next one will give me the mental power to overtake them both.
Right as my vision blurs with red and my last ounces of reserve dwindles, the female throws her arms around him, her bare sex atop his.
They’re tender at first, something that does nothing for me, but then she begins to move atop him, pivoting her hips in slow movements.
The thin sticky members encircling his length creep from underneath him, and all I can make out is them worming their way up from behind, suctioning her to him.
She pulls away from his neck, throwing her head back with a moan as he glares down at her full and bouncing breasts.
He lowers his head, his long tongue lapping her nipples as if they procure the droplets of terror.
I can’t wait to have my taste. She grabs onto his horns as she moves her hips over him, her moans growing louder.
I don’t believe he’s penetrated her yet.
He’s large and would need to lift her up to enter her.
I pull my many eyes away from the opening to look down at my manhood, longer than his but more slender.
I retract my casing over one of my appendages so I won’t scrape myself.
In my armor's place is my soft claw. It won’t entirely close around my member, but as long as I’m watching these two, the desire will boil over into release.
I’ll spill much quicker when I’m inside her.
I’ve witnessed how tight her holes are. Even her mouth would be minuscule in comparison to my girth.
I plan to enter her at every orifice until her pores leak with my seed.
Slickness drips from my tip, and I lather my fleshy claw over it, pulling down my length to lubricate myself.
I shudder at the sensation of my first yank.
It’s already mind-numbing. Surely the anticipation has made it all the sweeter.
Both of their cries of pleasure draw my attention back into the cave, but I don’t release myself.
I slow my strokes as I watch, imagining myself raising her up, and slowly impaling her onto me as she begs for more.
His skinny members and arm muscles strain as he holds her over him.
At the sight, my webbing shoots out from my body, encasing my hand and resisting against the tug to pull up and down.
The barrier only makes me harder, closer to my edge—imagining her completely covered in my webbing, unable to move as I move into her, more violent with each thrust.
“Please!” she cries. “Please.” She’s so desperate for him.
It amazes me that he’s able to withstand shoving into her.
The width of his cock doubles mine. The first time, I was sure she’d split in two, yet here she is—whole and begging for more.
He lowers her gently, and I suppress my groan.
I want to yell down at them to hurry it up, to impale her on his cock so my mind can piece together what it would feel like to have her all my own.
But of course, I’m only growing stronger, and my newfound reason won’t let me do such a thing.
I’m enjoying their position. As he delicately lowers her onto him, I have the perfect angle.
Her pouty lips are parted, and her breath is so thick I almost feel it.
Her breasts jiggle with each shallow thrust he gives.
I even notice how his tight strings of skin hold onto the top of her cunt and between her cheeks.
They strain each time he pulls away from her before inserting into her again.
There’s so much liquid already—the sound of it bringing me close to my edge.
Once he releases inside of her, she’ll leak with his seed.
The last few times, I had to stop myself from barging in and drinking his release straight from her opening.
There had never been a reason for me to do that before, but I can nearly taste their arousal mixed together on my tongue, and I’m eager to know the true flavor.
He’s losing his restraint, pounding into her quicker, and screams bubble at the back of her elongated throat. My eyelids grow heavy, but I will all five of them to stay open. I must watch as she meets her crescendo, crying out in pure pleasure as I release just to have power replaced in my veins.
The scream rises in volume, and I soak it in, my muscles hardening, my vision focusing, and my brain clearing of an ancient fog.
Just as he roars, shuddering as he bursts inside of her, I release, my seed coming up in wet webs that stick to my claw and the cave wall in front of me.
They’ll melt soon, but as I catch my breath and watch the two down below, I’m in no rush to pull away from my own release.
I have time. My plan is fully formed in my mind, but I can’t move until they’re right where I need them to be.