ChapterFive
The pedipalpsat his waist reached for me, holding me steady as his body shifted. Something tickled my ankle again and I looked down to see his legs working to wrap another line of web around me. I felt as the other ankle was pulled as well and I moaned, clutching tighter against him.
“I won’t run,” I pleaded.
“I am not trying to stop you from running,” he smiled, pressing his lips into my hair.
He held me tight as his legs shifted, and I realized he was carrying me up the wall. I whimpered, burying my face in his neck so I did not see how high we were going.
“Afraid of heights, Little Fly?”
I nodded, still not braving to look down. His legs moved around us, and I felt as my legs were pulled open by the webs at my ankles. I looked up, realizing that he was securing me to the web that covered the walls of the tent. Before I could fully register what it was he was attempting, his head knelt and he licked along my neck again.
I moaned as his hands reached for my breasts, caressing them in his hot grip. Then he stepped down the web, his hands pushing my thighs further open so my pussy was in front of his face. And he licked . . . slowly.
The breath rushed out of my lungs as I felt the hot slide of his tongue along my folds. That devilish tongue delved inside me, licking at the moisture that had been pooling since I stepped into the tent, since I smelt his scent. I did not truly realize the height of my arousal until he began to feast on me.
His tongue pressed against my clit. I squirmed against my bonds, against the grip he had on my legs, while he feasted. His mandibles stretched open, pressing against my thighs with a small pinch that was both pain and pleasure. His tongue pressed harder at my clit, and I shouted out, the pleasure of his ministrations radiating through my legs and causing me to shiver.
“You taste like morning dew,” he groaned, licking the moisture from his lips.
“Don’t stop,” I panted.
“I don’t plan to,” he growled.
His fingers delved into me, feeling much larger than I realized they had been. He stretched me slowly, letting his fingers curve and hit a spot inside me that made me scream louder.
“Do not be quiet,” he ordered. “They cannot hear you outside.”
“Okay,” I breathed.
His mouth was on me again. He sucked my clit as he pushed another finger inside. I felt impossibly full as he continued to work me. I could hear the wet squelch from my arousal as he worked his fingers in and out of my pussy. It did not take long until I was shattering from my climax, shouting up at the web strewn walls. He growled, the sound of my pleasure spurring him on as he pushed a third finger inside. His mandibles gripped at my thighs, forcing my pussy to stay right in line with his teasing mouth.
“Too much,” I cried out.
“Take it,” he ordered.
His fingers continued to work me, the wet sound of my arousal echoing through the tent.
Opening my eyes, I looked down, watching as his fingers worked me. His legs were holding him on the web, supporting his body as his second hand worked that long shaft that jutted out between us. I could see the wet gleam of precum on the head and wanted to know what it tasted like.
“Let me taste you,” I said, looking up into his eyes.
His lips curled in a triumphant grin as he glanced up at me from between my legs. .
“Taste me?” he asked dubiously. He looked down to where he was fisting himself, his erection growing harder. “Does the Little Fly want to suckle my cock?”
I nodded.
He removed the fingers from my pussy, making me moan in disappointment at the feeling of emptiness left behind. His legs moved around us, pulling his body further up the web until his cock was in front of my face. His fingers splayed out in my hair, holding my head steady as he leaned closer.
“Taste me,” he encouraged, his fingers tightening against my scalp.
I could see the heat in his eyes, the want as he cock twitched in front of me.
I opened my mouth, feeling as he pushed his way in. He groaned as he let his cock slide inch by inch into the warmth of my mouth. I moaned as my tongue ran along a thick vein wrapping around the member. Bishop’s body thrust toward me, one hand clasped in my hair while the other caressed my breast. I ran my hands along his legs, feeling the fine hairs there and the shivers that were running through his body. My fingers crept upward, grasping the base of his cock as I sucked harder, taking him in as much as I could – spurred on by the approving grunts he gave above me.
“Damn it, woman,” he panted, chest heaving as he watched my lips move up and down on his shaft.