Spider Gwen Facesitting Novels & Stories

If she got dirty, it was fine; just don't touch her hands. Colin: ... He slowly bent down, lifting Eranthe directly, "Is this high enough?" "Enough." Eranthe went to grab the spider. Colin, fearing that something might happen to her, stared at her intently, but little did she know it had been placed there for quite some time. "Ah!" Suddenly, a ghastly face with green fangs appeared behind the spider. Another ghost, this time a woman in a red dress, emerged behind the couple, accompanied by sound and light effects, scaring them to the highest pitch of screams.

Gwen started to offer but Zezi snapped at her, baring her canines, making Gwen stagger back. "I'm sorry--" she started to say before she gnashed her teeth from the consuming agony that hit her, she could feel the sweat rolling down her forehead, her hands tightened around the chains, the pain she felt more than that of silver torment and finally, a howl tore through her throat. Long. Deafening. Gwen quickly pulled her hands over her ears, watching the mark on her Mistress's neck slowly and finally disappear, her body moving up till all that was left was a smooth untouched skin in it's wake, and her body collapsed into the bed.

he said again from his mind and he forcefully pushed the girl away which surprised her. He suddenly got up from his bed and picked up the spoon on his side table and looked at his face again. Who is this girl? what happened to my face?! (THE SCENE BEFORE GWEN CHANGED PERSONALITY AND FACE.) "Kill her," Allen said softly from the cell phone he was holding while it was against his right ear. He was currently standing near the window of his office and could see from a distance, where Sabrina was and secretly watching over Gwen in the room she was in.

Gronta glanced his eyes at Matthew for a second. "Hmm, I suppose you're right. We may need to have a proper discussion about this." Guinevere spoke as if she was siding with Gronta, but her very light smile said otherwise. "By the way, I noticed a certain familiar spider in the group. Do you remember me, Theraphosa Arachne?" Almost everyone was surprised to hear Guinevere mentioned that name. None of them had thought that the elf queen and Theraphosa knew each other. "Of course, your highness.” Theraphosa said while bowing her head.

Gwen, caught off guard by Aiden's sudden aggression, dodges the blow instantly and lets out another devilish smile. “Is that all you've got Aiden!” She mocked at the same time, letting out a smirk from the left corner of her lips while her eyes glowed black, ready for a fight. Aiden stood his ground just as his own eyes blazed with determination. "You won't harm anyone else, Gwen. Not my pack, not my family. Your reign of terror ends here.” Gwen's limbs twisted and contorted, meanwhile, her fingers lengthened into wicked claws as she moved with the speed of a storm, unleashing spells and curses that danced like lightning around Aiden.

Haiden said while pinning me under his heavy gaze. He takes a step forward, careful to not step on any mess on the grass. "So the only option available is, me." A smirk crawled on his lips. "Would you two shut the fuck up?" Gwen groans, moving away from my hold and takes a few steps back before toppling on her ass. She grunts. " I just need a moment of silence." After the words are let out, Gwen lies on her back and soon falls asleep. Great. Just fucking fantastic.

Gwen grumbled, shoving the golden comb into the bottom drawer of her wardrobe, burying it under a pile of discarded odds and ends. Unbeknownst to Gwen, the golden comb began to emit a soft, shimmering glow amidst Hans's old junk—a glowing mark of an unfinished bond of ownership.

Everything has been taken. Conquered. Decimated. I close my eyes and try to scream, but nothing comes out. When I open them again, I’m back in Ridge’s backyard. The witch, Gwen, stands on the lush green grass, her face pale and grave and framed by waves of bright auburn hair. “Go,” she says. I jerk awake, shooting up from the cold desert dirt. I clutch at the ground beneath me, struggling to breathe through the panic that stays with me in the moments after waking. My heart pounds painfully in my chest, and I swallow against the beating, trying to swallow my emotions.

Back at the car he was just putting the bags into the trunk when it struck him that there was one more thing he just needed to do… Five minutes later he drove out of the garage, feeling strangely elated. Upstairs in the flatSpider in Spider Web, framedhad been lovingly set up on Liz’s bedside table beside the two wine glasses, and was just waiting for Liz to return. Who knew, maybe Mr. Spider would even take a stroll across the red satin sheets and take a rest on Fantastic Bob’s note…

"We'll see. I may be bring some folks back with me, so --" "Not the spider guy, please? He's just . . . it makes my skin crawl." Renata laughed. "You might want to talk to Banshee about working on that fear of yours, because I'm definitely bringing the werespider back with me if he's interested. His resume is great, his current employers are pissed that he might be leaving, and he's a total dominant man-babe! And werespiders are supposed to be near-fucking-impossible to sneak past, making them great guardians."