Chapter 8

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.

“Will you come inside me again, Bishop?” I asked, staring down at him. “Fill me up.”

“Fuck,” he moaned.

His arms tightened around me and he thrust his torso up. I moaned aloud, barely able to balance as he began to fuck me harder. I felt my breasts bouncing on my chest. His hands grabbed them, holding them steady as he grunted and thrusted. My clit rubbed against the fur on his body, creating a grinding sensation that I had not anticipated.

My orgasm was loud, and wet, and met quickly with his own as he roared, the sound muffled by the webbing on the walls of the nest. He was panting, holding himself inside me as he twitched beneath me.

I suppressed a giggle as I watched his legs flex and twitch, not unlike a spider that had just been smooshed. I smiled, leaning down to kiss him as I slid off his cock.

“I have to go,” I said. “What time is it?”

“Go?” he asked, looking afraid. “Justine, why would you go?”

“I can’t stay here,” I told him. “You know that, don’t you?”

“Why can’t you?” he asked, pulling me against him as his many eyes roamed my face. “Stay with me, Justine.”

“I. . .”

I had never been propositioned like this before. What was I to tell him? That I very well could not abandon my life and run away with the carnival’s spider-man? Could I?

I caressed his cheek, feeling the heartache pulsing out of him.

“Let me check my phone,” I told him. “And get dressed. What if your friends walked in here and saw me?”

He gave a disgruntled clicking noise, a spider growl. He stood and picked me up, carrying me tenderly down the web and back to the ground. His pedipalps stayed on me, as if afraid to stop touching me, as I reached for my clothes. My purse was flung into a corner and I reached into it, pulling out my phone. It was nearly six in the morning.

“Come to breakfast,” he said. “Meet the others.”

I could see him clinging, trying to find a reason to delay my departure. Meet the others?

“Are there others like you here?” I asked.

“No, I am the only one of my kind,” he answered.

“No, others who are . . . not all human?”

He nodded. Damn. I hated to say that sold me.

“Would it not be weird to bring a random girl to breakfast? I probably look a mess after last night.”

“I have a comb,” he smiled.