by Coralee June
He lapped me up, gliding his tongue up and down my slit while easing my thigh over his shoulder so he could get a better taste. And fuck if it didn’t feel incredible.
My entire body shook, and I was barely aware of him setting me down onto the floor, careful to make sure my naked body was placed on top of the soft padding of my webs. Then he was right back to it, feasting on me like I was the best thing he’d ever tasted.
I’d never been savored like this. I wasn’t thinking about my victims, my shame, or my new reality. I wasn’t even consumed with my hunger anymore. All I could think about was him. Tomb moved with a calculated aggression that contradicted the safety and care I felt in his arms.
“Fuck, Tomb,” I groaned when he hummed against my clit. I vibrated with pleasure that was spiking up higher every time his tongue moved over me. “I need…”
“What do you need?” he asked, his hard body sliding up over mine.
Webs started to spin from my fingertips, but I curled them into fists, trying to stop it. I clenched my eyes shut, trying to hold her at bay, my entire body shaking with the effort.
“Come out to play, Black Widow.”
Tomb’s dark voice made my concentration slip. “No,” I gritted, a tear escaping the corner of my closed eye.
“Yes,” he replied, and then his fingers were splaying over my folds, parting me, while his cock slid up and down my clit with firm, measured strokes.
“I can’t,” I cried. I saw all those humans that I’d drained. Their unblinking eyes. The gaping wounds in their necks. The way I’d stolen their essences and left them nothing but husks.
“I want her. I want you,” he said huskily, his strong body poised above me. “All of you, and she’s a part of you now.”
I shook my head and fisted my hands in the webs beneath me.
“Let go,” he ordered.
“But—”
“Let go.”
And I broke.
Like a tether pulled too tightly. Or a silky strand of a spiderweb suddenly snapping.
The spider inside of me rushed to the surface. My eyes flashed with hunger. My fangs elongated. My nails grew. More webs shot out, covering the room, and pungent pulses of luring pheromones seeped from my skin.
And instead of showing fear, instead of trying to get away, Tomb fucking grinned.
“There you are, Widdy.”
“Fuck me,” I heard my spider-demon demand in my voice.
With his grin still firmly in place, his hand came up and wrapped around my throat, right over my hourglass mark, his touch digging into my windpipe. I hissed, baring my fangs that dripped with venom.
“I’ll fuck you, Widow. And I’ll feed you, too.”
The demon hummed in approval, and my hand trailed down his stomach until my fingers curled around the velvety skin of his cock. He was all dark skin and delicious length, heavy and hard and waiting. My hand pumped him once, but that was all he allowed.
He pushed my hand away, and then grabbed his length in his own grip and ran the head of his dick over my opening.
“Yes,” my voice moaned out.
“I’ll give you what you need,” Tomb said, while pushing the head of his dick inside of me.
My legs came up to wrap around his waist, and my hips lifted up, trying to get more of him inside, but he teased me instead. He slipped back out and slid over my wet folds, before teasing inside with just the head again.
Pissed, I reached up and pinched the skin on his pecs as hard as I could. “Fuck me,” I demanded, my voice guttural and foreign to my own ears.
He chuckled, the sound reverberating all the way down to where we were just barely connected, and then he thrust in so hard that my body slid up against the floor. A surprised gasp flew out of me, but before I could catch my breath, Tomb was yanking out and then shoving back in so hard and fast that I saw stars. Beautiful, flashing, endless stars.
I couldn’t think.
I couldn’t process anything other than the mix of stinging pain from his size, and the blooming pleasure that every scrape of his cock shaved from my insides.
“Yessss,” my voice hissed, sounding like the rasp came from the fiery pits of hell that the demon ascended from.
With his blissful penetration came my spider’s deadly thread, and it immediately latched onto Tomb’s life core. The spider pulled and fed. Her ravenous appetite purred at the taste of his smooth, smoky essence. He tasted better than every human she’d fed on. He was delicious, and she wanted more. She wanted it all.
Tomb’s dark eyes latched onto mine, and then I watched as he suddenly rippled with change. His body morphed until his skin was gone and stone was in its place, and his smirk let me know that his own demon had come out to play.
Fuck.
His cock hardened to stone inside of me, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head at the intense solidity of it. “Oh fuck.”
“My Black Widow loves my rock hard cock, doesn’t she?” he asked.
“Tomb!”
“Say it, Widdy. I need to hear you say it.”
I panted against him. “Fuck. Yes! Yes, I love it!”
“That’s my good Black Widow.”
He thrusted in harder and harder, the noises from my dripping wet pussy sounding around us.
It should’ve felt odd. Wrong. Cold. Alien. But instead, it felt so fucking good, so different than anything I’d ever experienced before, that all I could do was moan and whimper and writhe. And my spider? She felt like she was home. Like being with Tomb was exactly where she belonged.
Tomb didn’t falter. Despite his impossibly hard, smooth length now drilling into me, he didn’t once slow. And I loved it. Not just the demon inside of me, but me. Somewhere between when my demon emerged and Tomb started fucking the hell out of me, I’d turned from just a bystander to a partner taking up equal participation. Unlike the times before, the demon and I were equal. Merged. Excitement and adrenaline surged through me.
“More,” I demanded.
In reply, Tomb gripped my body and flipped me over before yanking up my hips so that my ass was pointed high into the air. And then he buried himself in my pussy so hard that a screaming orgasm tore out of me in a violent burst of shock.
My back arched up, and he immediately wrapped an arm around my front to help hold me against his chest as he continued fucking me.
I grabbed onto his arm, my fangs throbbing, but that part of him was stone too, so my sharp teeth couldn’t pierce him. My spider hissed at that, and my fangs slammed into his arm anyway, but of course, it was like biting into granite, with no give whatsoever.
“Oh gods!” I cried, the jarring sensation sending an uncomfortable pain through my skull as my fangs clanged with the force of resistance.
But I was vibrating with challenge. With being denied and having to fight for it. Unlike all of the terrorized humans, Tomb wasn’t afraid of me. He was meeting me thrust for thrust, need for need. It made everything so much more carnally exciting.
Tomb dragged his dick out of me before ramming in again, his hold on my body the only reason I didn’t go flying forward. He dropped his hand down and started pressing and pinching my clit, the move both possessive and harsh—and fucking blissful.
My angry hiss turned into a heady moan, but my spider started to tug harder on Tomb’s thread of life. I spun in his arms, somehow still keeping him inside of me, my eyes searching for any part of him that was still skin. Shoving him to the ground, I rode his cock while noting the spot at the curve of his shoulder. Licking my aching fangs, I attacked.
The tips of my fangs scraped against hot skin, but just as I was about to pierce him and get rewarded with his blood that I so badly craved, that part of him turned to stone too.
“You son of a rockcocking bitch,” I snapped, my eyes flashing with anger. I wasn’t sure if it was me or my spider talking, but I was so greedy for blood that my fangs were dripping.
Tomb’s gargoyle grinned at my spider’s insult.
; A flash of fear suddenly spurred through me when his big hands grabbed me roughly by the ass, and he shoved his hips up into me, making my head fall back in pleasure. For the first time, I realized that maybe I wasn’t the only one I should fear. Tomb’s demon was strong too.
“You just remembered that I’m not a weak fly trapped in your web, didn’t you, Widdy?” he asked with dark amusement. “You remembered that you’re not the only predator here.”
In reply, my spider tugged on more of his essence, determined to satisfy that hunger faster since his gargoyle wasn’t giving us his blood.
“I think you like that I’m not making this easy for you,” he went on. “You like riding my thick, hard cock and being fucking owned.”
I was going to come just from his filthy mouth. I rocked my hips back and forth as he continued to fuck me, my hands splayed down on his chest. I was being impaled on top of him, hitting a spot so deep inside of me that I hadn’t even known was there. And as he continued to deny me his blood that called to me, my spider was both infuriated at the challenge he was flexing, and thrilled by it.
She lashed out again, this time trying to sink into the skin visible on his wrist, but faster than a blink, he changed that too. Pretty soon, his entire body was solid stone.
I came again, by the sheer ferocity of his thrusts, but it wasn’t enough. I needed his blood. I needed every part of his life flooding into me. I bared my teeth at him, probably looking as demented as the hell my demon came from. “Let me drink,” my spider and I demanded.
Tomb pinched my clit hard. So fucking hard. And I came in the most violent, ecstatic orgasm I’d ever had in my whole godsdamned life.
And then, just as Tomb’s balls tightened and he started to shoot hot ropes of cum inside of me, my bitch of a spider yanked. She pulled on his thread of life so hard that his breath was stolen from his chest.
One second, he was pumping his release, and the next, his string snapped away from the center of his soul, and he was drained of all life.
Tomb’s hard, glorious body collapsed against mine while he was still buried deep inside of me.
And just like that, the gargoyle was dead.
And I was still thirsty.
Chapter 8
I was surrounded by webs.
They dangled from the ceiling, stretched from wall to wall, some pulled taut, and some hanging listlessly down. There were intricate designs in each woven thread, and every inch of the room had been covered in them.
Every inch...except where Tomb’s cold, lifeless body lay.
I stared at it, my knees tucked against my chest. I was naked still, and the remnants of our fucking were dry and crusted against the insides of my thighs. But my eyes wouldn’t stop watering.
Tomb was dead. I’d killed him. Me.
I couldn’t blame his death solely on my spider, because I’d participated too. Unlike every other time, I’d fucked him right along with her, and I’d enjoyed every second.
My eyes travelled over his body, which had returned to skin not long after he’d died. There were so many scars on him that I couldn’t keep count—I knew this because I kept trying to count them all anyway, but then I’d lose track and have to start over again.
He’d wanted this. I kept trying to remind myself of that fact, but it didn’t help. Not at all.
I’d only spent the last several days in the tank with him, but I wasn’t wishy-washy, and I wasn’t one who felt the need to be constricted by time. If I liked someone, I liked them. If I was attracted to them, I didn’t fight it. If I wanted to fuck, well, I fucked. It didn’t matter how long I’d known them. I followed my gut.
So I wasn’t surprised that I’d grown so attached to him so quickly, especially given the fact that we’d spent every waking second together in our confinement. Maybe it was because we shared a mutual hopelessness about our situation, or maybe it was because he didn’t look at me like I was a deadly monster. Whatever it was, there was something comforting about him. But I was surprised at the intensity of my spider’s attachment. She’d never shown anyone attention like she had with Tomb. With Tomb...and Crow.
My heart ached, and I drew in a shaky breath. My limbs had gone numb from the awkward crouched position I stayed cramped in, but I didn’t care enough to move. The webs offered some comfort at least. It was like I’d created a warm, silky nest for Tomb’s...tomb.
“Why?” I asked, as if the spider within me could answer. She had been noticeably absent, calm and sated, and it made me sick to think that she enjoyed what she’d done to him. I felt at war with myself. Half a woman grieving, while the other half felt nothing but content.
Was this what my life would always be? My body was a gory shrine to Spector’s whims and my spider’s hunger. Sex would forever come at a price I couldn’t afford.
Maybe Tomb was smart to want to leave all of this. He’d been enduring it for a lot longer than I had, and I’d even had my weak moments where I wanted to give up. Did I really want this to be my life forever? Part of me was numb to the parade of tests and corpses. But Tomb had urged me to become one with my spider. To accept her. But how could I when this was the result?
I closed my eyes as silent tears streamed down my face. I imagined the sort of loneliness and solitude I would spend the rest of my life simmering in. For so long, I’d voluntarily isolated myself from my community to protect my pride. But now that the choice had been taken from me, I craved companionship more than ever.
A low sound reverberated around the room, and I winced, assuming that it was Spector men coming to take me away. I’d killed one of their precious hybrids. Would they punish me? Or had they expected this?
Another sound echoed around me, and I opened my eyes, preparing for the metal doors of our cell to slam open and for Spector guards to rush in.
When the door didn’t open, I frowned at it, shoving aside webs to get a better look. But nope, not even water bottles were being dropped through the slot.
When I heard the noise again, my head whipped around to Tomb’s body. Except instead of lying there lifeless and cold, his head had turned over, and he was looking right at me. Those piercing, glassy dark eyes of his forced goosebumps to erupt all over my body.
Did eyelids just reflexively open like that on dead bodies?
But then his mouth parted. “Wid?” he croaked out.
The blood drained from my face, and I flinched back. “Holy shit.”
My hand flew to my chest as my heart galloped and tried to run away, because this couldn’t be happening. There was no way this was happening. I pinched the shit out of my arm to make sure I wasn’t dreaming, but nope, I was very much awake.
Tomb sat up and looked around dazedly. “What happened?” His voice sounded all rustic and husky, like he’d just woken up from sleep.
“Y-you’re alive? How is that even possible?” Part of me wanted to run to him and wrap my arms around him, the other part was terrified.
Tomb frowned and looked down at his body, as if he’d just remembered what we’d done. His gaze darted back up to me. “You fed?”
I nodded numbly. “I fed. She...we killed you,” I confessed.
“But I’m still alive.” Tomb ran his hands over himself as if brushing off the residual death.
“Nothing still about it. You were dead. One hundred percent corpse,” I insisted. “But...you came back.”
Tomb’s touch went up from his arms, and then ran along his neck. He winced slightly, and my eyes zeroed in on the spot. A gasp flew out of my mouth because there, against the glossy black of his skin, was a stark red mark. My mark.
“Your throat,” I whispered in horror. What had my spider done to him?
He rubbed at the tender skin of his neck and got to his feet. “You...what happened? How is this possible?” he asked, looking over at me.
I shook my head, still staring at him like he was some weird apparition who would disappear any second. “I don’t know. You’re dead, Tomb. This isn’t real,” I said, c
losing my eyes against the panic burning against my lids.
“Hey,” he said gently, and suddenly he was right in front of me, his big hands cupping my face. In gentle strokes, he wiped away the tears from my cheeks using the pads of his thumbs, holding my face like I was precious. “It’s okay, Wid. I’m here. I’m right here.”
“You were dead,” I said again, my voice shaky. “I’m dreaming, aren’t I?”
In reply, one of Tomb’s hands reached around, and he started stroking his long, capable fingers through my hair and massaging my scalp. I hadn’t even realized I’d been holding any tension there until a sigh escaped me, and I melted into his touch. “Feel that?” he murmured. “I’m here. I’m not dead, and you aren’t dreaming. Stop crying, beautiful. It’s making my gargoyle go fucking crazy.”
Fluttering my eyelids opened, I took in his handsome face. “How is this possible? I felt my spider suck out the last of your essence. I heard your heart stop. You were dead, Tomb. So how did you come back?”
“I don’t know, but I suddenly realize that I want to live,” he confessed, his tone holding both awe and vulnerable honesty. “Very badly.” He peppered kisses along my jaw, leaving a molten trail of affection on my skin with each touch. “It’s you. What is it about you?”
I shook my head before pulling out of his grasp. My mind was spinning. What if my spider was making him affectionate? What if she was luring him in? What if he died again and didn’t come back next time?
“How do you feel?” I asked.
“I feel—” His words were cut off as the metal doors to the tank suddenly slammed open, and a team of guards stormed inside. In a flash, I was shoved against the wall by three guards, and Tomb went wild with rage. He shifted into his stone form in an instant and then started tossing aside guards left and right. An air elemental tried to hold him back with a barrier, but Tomb simply crushed his rock-hard fist into the side of the man’s face, sending him flying against the wall. Two more tried to shoot some sort of steel net at him, but he evaded it, and then he started to pummel them to the ground.
I struggled against the guards that were holding me against the wall. With a flick of my wrist, I shot webs out to wrap around them, successfully getting one of them lifted to the ceiling and held there without hope of getting out.