Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 46314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46314 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“Holy!” I exclaim.
“Do not be afraid,” he says. “You are absolutely dripping with your own unique liquid silk. You will take me easily.”
He proceeds to prove that by stepping back toward me and using my silken bonds as an impromptu sex swing. I feel the head of his spider cock find the place between my thighs, the dripping slit of my sex.
He looks into my eyes with all eight of his, and then he surges forward in one dominant, claiming thrust, stretching me open as though this is not the first time he has taken me. This creature handles me as if he owns me, as if there is no question as to his claim on me.
I feel my body submit to him, my inner walls stretching obediently for the dominance of his mutant dick. I am giving myself to him, and what I am not giving, he is taking. He fucks me with powerful, deep strokes. He uses me like he craves me, like I am the most beautiful woman in the world and like he cannot help himself when he is inside me.
I find myself staring into his many eyes, searching his eight gazes as he grips and pounds me, working my sex back and forth on his throbbing cock. Every single stroke sends bolts of hot pleasure through me. I had forgotten how good sex feels, it’s been so long. I had also forgotten how intense it is to be connected to someone this way, to have my body wrapped so tightly around theirs, to share juices and desire.
“My god, my god, my god,” I am whimpering.
“Such a good pet,” he purrs. I barely hear his words, but I feel the warmth and the acceptance of them, their tenderness and their desire all at once, and all the physical sensations are further elevated until I am coming hard on his cock, orgasm rushing through me with greedy speed.
“Did that feel good?” He asks the question with his cock still inside me, that thick strange rod keeping my pussy stretched wide.
“Yes,” I whimper.
“Good,” he growls softly. “It’s going to feel even better.”
Order fucks me all night long. I come at least half a dozen times. I come until coming itself feels like a constant state of being, my toes curling, my throat raw from crying out in orgasm. He is relentless and inventive in his carnal claim, giving me a night I will never be able to forget.
It is morning before I am released from his web, dripping and squirming with the awkwardness that always follows a one-night stand.
He is not there when I wake up. I am lying on the floor of what I suppose is his room. I don’t recall being brought here. I must have been asleep when he carried me off to his bedroom. Unlike the entrance room, the living room cum foyer, this room is entirely cast in black silken fabric. The bed is soft, comfortable, and covered in Obigor hair. Obigor has been put next to me and is curled up into the hollow of my body very comfortably indeed.
I feel cozy and safe, and like I want to stay lying in the bed forever, but I know I can’t. What I’ve done, what I’ve seen, the way I spread my legs for this spider creature… the cool dark of morning (there is no light) is sobering. What I did last night now seems reckless in so many ways. Was it even real? Was I under the influence of…
“We need to get out of here,” I tell Obigor, scooping him up. He has a little pink blep tongue and a general expression of surprise as I make for the door. My walking stick has been propped up next to it.
I’m afraid that the door will turn out to be locked, but it swings open, and when it does open, the first thing I see is Sally. She looks similarly disheveled and ashamed. We’re reluctant to make eye contact with each other as we make the shuffle of shame out of the shipping container complex.
I don’t know where the monsters are. My understanding is that the mothman sleeps during the day, I guess Order might too.
“Let’s get the fuck out of here,” I mutter to Sally, who makes a sound of general agreement. We are just out the front door, squeezing our way back into the light of day when I hear my name being spoken from behind me. Sally is ahead of me, making her way to my waiting car.
“Tessie?”
Eight blue eyes blink at me from the fast disappearing shadows.
“Yes?” I look back at Order one last time.
“If I see you again,” he says. “I will keep you.”
3
Back in the present…
Order is looking at me with so much intensity. It almost seems like anger, but it’s not. It’s a different powerful impulse that he loses control of very quickly.