Were those pincers going to pierce my flesh, melt my insides into goo that he would suck through his lips like a Justine cocktail?
“No,” he answered. “I don’t feed like that.”
“What do you feed on?” I asked, afraid of knowing the answer.
“My dinner was filet mignon, rare,” he answered.
A laugh escaped me of its own will. A spider man – spider-monster – ate steak for dinner.
“Roger gave you the key to my enclosure,” he said. “Did you not know why?”
“He said I smelt like nature,” I admitted. “He did not tell me you were here.Whatwas here.”
Bishop nodded, that finger of his still tracing lazy circles along my abdomen. I tried to keep my brain focused on the situation and not the flutter in my core from that finger stroking back and forth across my flesh.
“Roger can smell pheromones like I can,” he answered. “He has been looking for someone for some time now. Years, I think. It is hard to tell, I see so little of the sunlight.”
“Pheromones?”
What was he getting at?
“You are ready to mate,” he explained. “I can smell it. It is why your cunt is dripping right now. You are primed for breeding. As am I.”
“I can’t smell you,” I told him.
“You can. You just do not know it. Humans can feel the pheromones, but they do not pick up on the scent.”
“You want to breed me?” I squeaked, not certain I was hearing things right.
Whatever gas they were pumping into this tent was muddling my brain. Maybe this was all a hallucination. There was notreallya spider-monster stroking my skin, eyeing me with eight eyes filled with fondness and longing. I wasnotreally considering what sort of pleasure such a monster could give me.
ChapterFour
“Have you never mated before?”Bishop asked. “I can be gentle.”
I whimpered, both from the way his deep voice was making me more horny, and the bits of lingering fear over what was happening. But I was getting so horny sitting there that logic was leaving my brain. My bra felt like it was made of coarse fabric as it brushed over my sensitive nipples. My pussy was like howling cat waiting for someone to feed her.
“I am not a virgin,” I told him.
He nodded. “That is okay too.”
“Are . . .? Have you ever. . .?”
He nodded. “Once before, but she was not ready to mate. She just wanted to see what it was like to be with me.”
“What?” I was not certain I was hearing right.
A woman, somewhere in the world, had willingly slept with a monster?To see what it was like!My mother should have been way more proud of me then she was. At least before tonight, I had never had that thought.
“She means nothing to me,” he told me. “We do not see each other often.”
Was he trying to reassure me? As if I were somehow jealous?
“She still talks to you?” I gasped.
“Lenore,” he answered. “She works in the carnival.”
“I can’t feel my hands,” I told him, feeling the ache from my wrist creeping up to my fingers.