Spiderman Fingertips Novels & Stories

I shook my clothes with effort, but softly; trying to get whatever was crawling inside my clothes to come off without raising an alarm. And then it came off. But it landed on my arm. And when I saw the brown hairs standing on end; with four eyes looking up at me, eight legs spread out on my hand, and its body that was the size of mother's comb. I screamed again. Foolishly. But I felt only half guilty. Because it was a Spider. It was a Tarantula. I screamed louder. And shoved it away, sending it flying into the darkness, then shot my hands to my mouth again. Now cursing myself. For screaming. Twice.

"Just make sure you don't kill him. I still need people to finish my missions." "Of course!" the cunning-looking disciple smiled faintly, and he swiftly pointed the finger at Caspian's chest, “The Falling Star Finger!" A finger swept across, and even the air was torn open, causing an ear-splitting blast. The finger could easily poke a hole through a steel bar as wide as a palm. This disciple's movements were extremely fast, but it was as slow as a snail in Caspian's eyes. Moreover, the disciple's attitude fully angered Caspian.

Charge your phone, cuz. ‘Yeah, I’ll do that.’ When his eyes cleared, he saw that both of Lucianne’s small hands were wrapped around one of his large ones as she traced the lines on his palm and fingers. Lucianne didn’t know that the mind-link had ended, and she continued minding her own business with her mate’s rough and strong hands. But when Xandar suddenly trapped both of hers in the one she was playing with, her eyes snapped up to his partially onyx orbs.

Theraphosa raised her sickled arms to attack Matthew who was closer to her. Matthew just raised his arms to block her sickle and crashed into a wall. It was not visible to others, but Matthew managed to layer his arms with dragon scales so Theraphosa’s sickle did not cut him. Rain was next to confront the spider-woman. She and Rain were caught in a fierce fight. Sounds of metal clashing and sliding against each other were heard multiple times for the next few seconds. “[Imbue: Black Blade], [Imbue: Sharpness], [Imbue: High Poison].” Rain casted multiple spells onto his sword once he got some breathing room. His sword turned into a jet black colour and omnious dark green mist surrounded it.

“I even had to send you a text message.” “So, it was you,” Shadow uttered in a deadly serious tone as she was not in the mood to entertain the other. “Of course, it was me,” Spider answered proudly, running her fingers over her Dutch braid. ‘What do you want?” Shadow asked, signaling her aides to step back. “Hm?” Spider tilted her head. “What do I want, you ask?” With a quick jump, she landed on the ground. Dusting the invisible dust off her arm, she looked at Shadow. “I wanna spar with you. And maybe, make you mine?”

I leaned over the basin, gripping the porcelain. I coughed. It was a reflexive, dry hack, my throat still tight from the panic. Something came up. It landed in the center of the white porcelain with a soft, wet thud. I froze, the water running cold over my hands. I looked down. There, lying in the sink, was a spider. It wasn't a hallucination. It wasn't a shadow. It was a common house spider, its legs curled inward in a defensive posture, twitching slightly as it succumbed to the moisture.

I ground my hips against his palm, chasing the building pleasure. “I want to watch you fall apart on my fingers, babe,” he bit my earlobe, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. His voice was husky with lust as he snarled, “You are lucky I am injured or else, you wouldn't have been able to walk for days.” I cried out when his thumb ran little, merciless circles around my little nub. As his fingers curl into me and hit my G-spot, my fingers raked across his chest. He kept applying relentless pressure on my nub while fucking me with his fingers.

"A place that shows when you bend over. When you reach for something. A constant reminder to you, and a warning to anyone else who might get ideas." A week later, the arrangements were made. Through a complex web of bribes and favors, Marcus secured a special visitor pass for a trusted inmate, a man named Spider who was known for his skill with a tattoo gun. The official paperwork listed him as a visiting cousin, here for a private family session in one of the more secluded conjugal trailers. The guards on Marcus's payroll looked the other way.

A massive, mutated spider the size of a dinner plate had dropped from the ceiling onto Valen’s shoulder. I couldn't swing. I was too far away. "No!" I yelled. Valen didn't scream. He looked at the spider. The spider raised its fangs, dripping with black venom. Valen’s eyes flared gold. He didn't pull. He pushed. He opened his mouth and bit the air in front of him. CRUNCH. A sound like a thunderclap inside a jar. The spider didn't explode. It imploded. It crumpled inward, as if a giant invisible hand had crushed it into a singularity. Then, a stream of blue light shot from the crushed carcass into Valen’s mouth.

As Kirou said this, he completely ignored the shock on Mistaken Fox's face. Off to the side, Shadow Arachne would glance at the two players every once in a while as it played with its spider silk. At times, it would show a human-like look of curiosity on its face as it stared at Mistaken Fox's change in expression before showing another human-like expression of shrugging it off to concentrate on its spider silk. It was currently practicing how to change its spider silk's properties. So far it has only just figured out the combination for and it's trying to create a few more, especially one similar to its master's wires.