Spider Web Titties Novels & Stories

Her voice is delicious, and the sound of it slides straight between my legs and it makes my clit throb with need. My body has never reacted to anyone like this before…. Well, except the cute barista. But my pussy…. That has never throbbed before even when I see the barista. But right now? It’s uncontrollable. “I’m Lira, a succubus, as you can see.” She laughs, the sound sultry and seductive. “And I can smell your need from here. That shy little pussy’s been aching for years, hasn’t it?” I try to speak, try to tell her that this is just a mistake, but the words die in my throat like always. My cheeks burn. My soaked panties cling to me.

Her fingers itched to reach out for it, but she kept them tucked firmly against her side, gripping her bathing suit cover up. “Come on beautiful, you know you want to try it on.” Had Cruz Hawley just called her beautiful? Her eyes flicked to his suspiciously. “What’s the catch?” “No catch.” “It’s made with spider webs or something. You got one of your minions to lace it with itching powder?” “No. I need this to work so having you blotchy and scratching isn’t going to be conducive to me having the paparazzi getting shots of us being sexy together.” She swallowed and shook her head, “I don’t trust you.”

So she called the person she trusted the most in the world— There was a click as the call went through. “Hello?” “Madam Dahlia, it’s me, Spider.” Aria’s eyes were perfectly still in the darkness. “Good news. “—I’ve established contact with the assassination target.”

Perhaps she was just going with a dark theme? But when Angelique threw on some final touches, a pendant on the choker, and a lace mask, she stepped back and allowed Amber to get the whole view of the masterpiece, and it came together beautifully. Amber realized it wasn’t a cage at all, it was her beautiful web, and she was the fucking spider queen. The mask was in the shape of a spider, though elegantly and gracefully done, and the pendant was made of gorgeous black and white diamonds shaped like a spider.

Liam’s voice was pure lust. “Deeper, princess. Show them what a real gangbang princess can take.” Tears streamed down my cheeks. Spit dripped off my chin onto my tits. My pussy was throbbing so hard I could feel my thong sticking to my swollen lips. I was in heaven. And we were only just getting started. I pulled off Mason’s cock with a gasp, strings of spit dangling from my lips, and looked around at all four of them with a wicked, cum-hungry smile.

I let my tits free and hold them up for him. “That’s a good girl. Fucking beautiful.” He pulls his cock from my throat, and a big stream of spit spews right down my cleavage. “Rub it in,” he says, and I do. I rub my spit into my tits, focusing on my nipples. I’m still rubbing myself when User 677 gives me another dog click, gesturing over to the bed. I scrabble to my feet, dashing over there. “On your back,” he tells me. I nod, still catching my breath from the face fucking, feeling tiny as he kneels up and over me. He mashes my tits in his hands, and I arch myself as best I can.

Sushi just kept running until he suddenly stopped running. I looked ahead to find out what made him stop. The first thing I saw were large webs on large trees. From what I can tell how big the webs are, a whole person can fit in there. Het'ropoda Maxima. "Huh?" I asked suddenly because the word he said was unfamiliar to me. Giant spid'r. Are the Heteropoda Maxima he refers to retaliatory spiders? I was suddenly terrified because I don't like spiders. I'm scared of the small, so it's even scarier if it's a giant.

Matthew asked. For that question, the presence got closer to them and slowly revealed itself. It was a spider that had the torso and head of a human female on top of the spider’s torso. The spider was black with dark brown hair like a tarantula and the woman had fair and white skin with black hair. Her black hair reached her waist and she had eight eyes on her face, two of them normal human eyes with red irises and the other six were red semispheres placed around her main eyes. The spider’s head had the same feature only that they were all red semispheres. In short, it was a mixture of beauty and monstrosity in one body with it going more on the monster side.

"You're away." She let go of the branch and fell unceremoniously towards the earth. Although unnecessary, Shane caught her in his arms. "Tell no one," she muttered, staring suspiciously at the web. "She doesn't really have pet spiders does she?" "Black widow," Banshee said, overhearing everything, "brown recluse, three species of tarantulas --"

Multiple something's. I looked down and my life flashed before my eyes. Spiders, thousands of baby spiders and crickets. Why? "Ahhhhhhh." I screamed as one landed on my bare arm. I shook vigorously to get them off. I was quick to hop from foot to foot out of the bathroom as thousands of little spiders followed. "Help." I screamed to nobody in particular. I needed help. They were killer spiders. I had seen a book on them. A high breed spider that I should've never been able to create.