His pace started out slow, as if he were basking in the enjoyment of it; but, he quickly lost any sense of control as he began to fuck me more mercilessly. My head was cradled in the soft webbing of the nest. His legs still held my legs up by their bonds as his pedipals gripped my waist, holding me steady as he fucked into me. I could feel the hairs on his body brushing against my inner thighs. His hand gripped my breast, holding it tight as he thrust harder.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned as he pushed himself into me. “You are so tight, Little Fly.”
His pace slowed a little, enough for me to notice as his legs began to wrap my wrist in webbing. I watched as he pulled the strings tight, my body flipping over, and I was suddenly suspended in the air. I moaned as his cock left me, only to feel as his hands ran along my back. My hair fell over my shoulders. I could feel the weight of my breasts dangling from my chest. His fingers were gentle as they ran along my spine, sending a shiver through me as I anticipated what he was going to do next.
The nest shifted as he moved, lining himself up with me again as he pushed himself back into my body. His pedipals and the web around my ankles held my legs steady as he fucked with a brutal pace. Fingers brushed along my thigh and then pressed against my clit, causing me to cry out as the sensations became too much.
“Where do you want my seed?” he said through gritted teeth.
I moaned as he pressed his fingers harder against my clit. There was too much sensation, I could not think. Could not speak.
“Justine,” he growled.
“Fuck, inside me!” I screamed.
A few more thrust and I felt him spill into me, the evidence of his climax spilling out and dripping onto the webbing beneath us. His fingers worked me, my pussy clenched around him, and I found my release. I cried out, feeling the shiver move through my legs.
It took a moment for us to come back to ourselves. We were both panting.The air inside the nest had grown hot. There was a squelch noise as he pulled out of me. My body felt used, empty. I was ready for a very deep post-coital nap.
He lowered me gently from my bonds and his legs tucked the used webbing into the walls of his nest. He held me against him, shifting the pillow and blanket from his bed before laying me down. My eyes were having a hard time staying open. I felt the nest shift as he moved, then his heat was next to me, along with the brush of the hair along his body.
Opening my eyes, I saw four of his legs propped above me, caging me in as his torso pressed against my back, his arms wrapping around me as he nestled into my neck.
“Sleep, dear Justine,” he whispered against my neck.
I moaned as I wrapped my arm around his and let sleep carry me away.
ChapterEight
Someone was breathingon the back of my neck. The bed was warm and comfortable. My body was both sore and relaxed. I rolled over, my face pressing against a hairy chest. And then I remembered. I opened my eyes, looking up to see Bishop’s legs still caging me in.
He was asleep next to me, propped on a pillow of webbing as he slept. He looked very normal when he slept. The lashes on his many eyes fluttered as he dreamed. I surveyed the space around us. It was dark inside the nest. Outside only the red lights were still glowing in the tent. I did not know how long I had slept or what was going on in the outside world.
I had done that. I had come to a carnival and fucked a . . . a spider-monster. Spider-man? He was a man. Aside from his arachnid features, he was just a person. A lonely person. And that thought made my heart ache as I watched him sleep. I needed to get back down to my clothes. I had the day off tomorrow - or was it now today - but that did not mean the outside world was not going to realize I was missing at some point.
I ran my fingers through the hair on Bishop’s chest, wondering how long it had been since anyone in the outside world had missed him. How long would it take for them to really miss me? My touch woke him and he groaned, tucking me closer against him. He was still a moment, then his eyes opened and he looked down at me.
“Hello,” he said.
His voice was husky from sleep. It made my lady parts tingly, but I was not sure if I could manage another hardcore fuck at the moment. But a slow one . . .
I reached up, kissing along his neck as my hand pressed against him. With a bit of maneuvering, I managed to turn him over. He looked uncertain as I climbed on top of him, letting the smooth shell of his torso rub against my bare pussy.
“What is this?” he asked.
“Has a woman never taken you this way?” I asked.
He shook his head. I could see the bob in his throat as he looked up at me. I let my pussy rub against him, hoping to coax his cock back out of hiding. I ran my hands over his chest, reaching down and kissing a line up his pectoral muscles. He sucked in a breath just as I felt the hard press of him beneath me. The pedipalps at his torso twitched, uncertain if he could hold me.
I ran my hand along one. It was furry and stiff, but there was some flex in it.
“Touch me,” I encouraged, reaching up and placing his hand on my breast.
His eyes widened as he took in the sight of me. I let my slickening pussy rub along his cock, biting my lip as I smiled at him.
“Justine,” he breathed, astounded.
I slid onto his cock, feeling the bit of soreness left behind from the night before. His spider half was too wide for my legs to reach the ground. I took his pedipalps, pressing them against my waist like he had the night before. I felt them tighten as he hissed in a breath. I rocked against him, feeling the firmness of his body beneath me, the fine hairs brushing against my thighs and ass. I moaned, closing my eyes as I luxuriated in the feeling of him.