Chapter 6

Fucking delicious, is what he is. Perfectly placed, trapped in my web, my hand almost on his exposed cock, his delectable indignation raging over us like I wanted it to. I can't wait to put my cock inside his tight ass and thrust and stroke us both to paradise.

Patience.

"They never wanted me in their little club," Robin sneers, and I smile against his ear while I let my hand dip under the waistband of his briefs. It's warm here, and hard. So fucking hard. And so easy to rile him up. "They never wanted me with them. And perhaps they were right, perhaps I am a little shit. Perhaps I am—" He chokes on the words when my digits curl around his shaft. A filthy moan passes his lips. I weigh it inside my palm, then reply with an equally primal grunt of approval. He has a nice, solid girth, his skin velvety and scorching hot. He feels good in my hand, like he was made for my fist.

"Fuck them all," Robin lets out, once more back in his rage. "Does that answer your question?" He tries to turn over his shoulder, but with my weight pressed against his back, and the dangerous web glued against his front, there isn't much space. My hand glides up to the tip of his dick, and when I find it eager and wet, I use my thumb to brush pre-cum from his crown and smear it onto the rest of his cock, using it as lubrication.

"So soft," I purr. "So soft and hard at the same time. Have you ever been touched by a guy before, papillon?"

He gasps when I give him a little squeeze, rage leaving his body at once. "You need to stop it now. I can't…I'm not…"

"I take that as a no." The words have my own cock throb in my underwear. The thought that he is unspoiled and mine to claim, leaves my head spinning with desire. Fuck, such a devilishly delicious thought. Under me, Robin moans again, though this time I wonder if he realizes.

When he suddenly freezes, I find myself curious what is going through his mind this time. I think that once more, he will keep those thoughts to himself unless forced to spill the fucking beans. He doesn't, not this time. "Does this mean that I'm eliminated?" He blurts out. "B said… fuck! I would have loved to see the surprised look on my old man's face when I could tell him that I got accepted."

Nuzzling the back of his head with my mouth, wishing we could remove our masks already and really get to see each other, I simply smile.

Patience.

"What does that mean, papillon? You want to join our brotherhood?" My hand's now shaped into a fist I use to glide over Robin's cock. He stutters and wriggles, annoyed and aroused, fighting and surrendering at the same time. But his wings are still glued to the web, his mind not set free yet.

"Why does that feel like a trick question?" He grunts, sounding both intoxicated and aroused. My favorite combination.

"Ah, because maybe it is?" I mouth some more kisses onto his clothed shoulder, revelling in the sweet sounds he's making under me. "Nah, just kidding. But you do realize that I chose you, right?" Trailing my other hand up under his jacket, only to reach for his back dimples and slip my fingers under the waistband in search for more bare, warm skin.

Robin bucks when I find what I'm looking for, tightening the glue of the thread onto his body even more, despite his writhing.

"Hmm, you feel good under my touch," I croon. "Have you ever played with your ass before?"

"No—what are you—" Once more, he tries to turn and glare over his shoulder, but my mouth is waiting, pressing my lips against his while my fist keeps on stroking. Robin bucks and fights, and I swallow his moans in the sea of heat that floods through my stomach. I've never wanted anyone as much as I want him. Pulling back, our lips remain close as we pant harshly, our breaths intermingling.

"Fucking love it when you wriggle like this, pretty boy," I murmur. "Now, come, fight me some more. Gets me all hard."

"No," he chokes, but when my hand reaches out to cup one of his ass cheeks, I am pleased to find his cock pulse in my palm. Grabbing the bottle of lube from my pocket, I keep my head against his nape, teeth scraping his tender skin.

"You know what I think, papillon? I think this is why you're so angry. Because of this desire."

"What are you talking about?" He snarls, but I don't miss the way his delicate skin blushes.

"Is it because you feel attracted to boys? Or are you secretly shy with everyone?"

The heat on Robin's flesh intensifies, and he goes back to writhing, pushing and pulling. Only this time I can feel the desperation, the prickliness that is built around his delicate aura like some wall of thorns.

"Don't worry, my beautiful butterfly. I will let you fly. Your brothers will set you free." With a solid pull, his pants and underwear roll easily down onto his knees, and Robin lets out a surprised snarl.

"What the hell are you doing?"

I ignore him. After giving his dick a final, thorough, long stroke with my fist, I return my hand to his ass. His beautiful, round, juicy ass. "Fuck me, gorgeous, how come you've been hiding this from everybody? You are absolutely perfect." Not wasting a precious second, I slide down onto my knees, ready to worship that beautiful ass with my hands and mouth.

"My brothers are going to be so fucking jealous when they see my chosen one, papillon," I mumble, spreading his cheeks apart until his tiny hole winks at me. It's too dark to cherish the full intensity of the soft pink spot, but there will be plenty of time for that later tonight. "Their hands will itch and their mouths will water." As if to make a point, I collect some of my saliva, then leave a perfect, thick drop of spit on his crease, before rubbing it into his skin with my index finger and thumb.

Robin lets out an unhinged shudder and stops his push and pull against the web. "Did you just… did you just spit on me?" He sounds undignified.

"Hmm, I did." My trapped butterfly really has no experience with this. By the time we're finished tonight, he'll be wrecked for the rest of his life. By me. I'll make fucking sure of that. "I am going to make you feel good, don't worry. Just relax for me, and listen carefully while I tell you all about your new future." I take my time rubbing the delicate seam between his ass cheeks, skin now wet with spit. He's shivering and mumbling a string of unintelligible words that end with a strangled cry when I dip my first finger experimentally inside. Boy, he's tight as a vise, though that shouldn't surprise me.

"Wh—wh—" He stutters, and with that another layer of his guards peeled off. It's fucking exhilirating. His mind is clearly still playing tricks on him, because he falls back into his incomprehensible mutters. Yeah, the drug I gave him got him good. Well, he'd better get used to it. The way his shoulders slump and his beautiful, light eyes stare into oblivion with his brain hallucinating like that? It's fucking glorious.

Spurting some of the lubricant onto two digits, I rub them together, making sure the gel gets warmed up a little before I join my first finger with the second. Robin tenses, his words rushing out of his mouth, high and urgent, though they still don't make any sense. His hips rock back onto my hand. His body knows what his mind has trouble processing. It's fucking perfection.

"Our brotherhood is called the Alpha Fraternarii, and we rule this country," I tell him, while probing with my fingers inside his ass in search of his special bundle of nerves. "Our ancestors found the fraternity during the French Revolution, when a number of elite families fled Paris and were given shelter by the monks who lived here, in Monterrey Castle."

Robin cries out the next second, and his hips stutter as he pants before they grind back in search for more friction.

"That feels good?" I whisper.

He turns back over his shoulder, eyes glazed and his lips parted, without a doubt to snarl a reply. Instead he lets out a moan when I hit his spot again. I smirk inwardly at his reaction. So fucking responsive.

"These families promised one another that they'd never be thrown off their proverbial thrones again," I continue, slowly sliding my fingers through his narrow, tight tunnel. Fuck, he's so hot, and so narrow. He feels amazing, and knowing that my fingers are the very first to touch him, makes my own dick throb impatiently. "So they created a brotherhood, based on their mutual values. On our mutual values."

"And…what are those?" Robin moans, sounding out of breath. I lean in and place kisses on his clothed back, revelling in the way his ass moves in line with my scissoring digits. Slow, thorough strokes that each hit his prostate exquisitely.

"Traditions," I whisper against his nape, then flick out my tongue for a little taste of his bare skin. There's the hint of saltiness from his sweat, mixed with something sweeter, like green melon, though it"s faint. Perhaps his cologne.

"Loyalty." My teeth come out to play, nipping at his flesh, while Robin bucks and mewls. Snaking my free hand out in front of his waist, I grab hold once more of his naked, throbbing cock. The tip is wet at once, and I swipe my thumb around it, then reach up and hold it out in front of his mouth.

"N—no, you crazy fucker—" He protests in an attempt to put his usual snappiness back in place, but the armour is crumbling. And with his body trapped in my web and two digits buried in his ass, he doesn't really have much to say.

"Suck it clean, papillon. Taste yourself."

He lets out a coarse huff that makes me smile against his warm skin. Gotcha, pretty boy. It takes only a few more seconds for my thumb to be met with his warm, curling tongue.

Fuckkk…

"And," I ask, rubbing my head over the delicate dips of his neck until I reach for the corner of his lips. "Do you think it tastes good?" The lower part of his face, and the only part visible, is flushed and he shivers when my lips connect to that sensitive arch of his mouth. Not waiting for his answer, I skim my tongue against his mouth and lick over his seam. Robin turns to meet me, and I dive in, desperate for our very first kiss. With one hand slowly working his cock and the other one stretching and playing his ass, his movements are uncontrolled. He moans and writhes, protests and whines for more. He's my fucking drug, ferocious and passionate.

A rough diamond.

"Fuck. I'm, I'm gonna—" He chokes.

I smile, halting my movement, while pulling him impossibly close to my chest. "You, what?"

"I—no—" My fingers pick up their rhythm once more, in a mutual chase with his own body for release. Robin bucks against my chest, panting and wheezing. Swearing and protesting. Then, "Please—please—"

"Fuck, you begging for me sounds so sweet." I lick at his neck once more, a long taste that makes him hum and purr. "You want to come? Viens alors, mon papillon."

Come for me, my butterfly.

Robin can't hold off a second longer, his climax bursting free on a ragged cry that echoes in our mouths, before I swallow it in its full delight. His cock pulses and releases, filling my hand. And his ass clenches, devouring my fingers as he shudders, before finally, ever so slowly, deflating and unclenching. I carefully remove my fingers, give his firm, delectable backside one longing look, then take out the buttplug I brought for the occasion.

"Now that you've had a little taste, I'm going to keep your ass prepared for me." I say, then show him the plug, chuckling when he flinches at the sight of the huge ghost spider that's kept under a glass with a copper brooch that's tied to the actual plug. As expected, Robin's hackles skyrise immediately.

"That's disgusting! No, no." He shakes his head. "You can't possibly put this on me."

"Don't worry, I won't put it on you." I smack a kiss on the corner of his mouth, then add some lube to the plug. His hole is still wet and open from my fingerfucking, and the plug slides in slowly, until all I see is my beautiful copper-coloured, eight-legged beauty snugly pressed between those perfect, perky globes of his. "Fuck, your ass accommodates the plug so well," I praise. Caressing Robin's ass cheeks, I take out my own cock, hard and leaking, the crown flush and purple. I need release. A quick and filthy one.

With one last, longing ogle, I walk around my web to face my lover. He looks properly wrecked, his arms and legs hanging loosely in the web for the first time since he got trapped. But his eyes… surrounded by silk, they look larger, more fragile, like he lost the battle. Flitting his gaze back to mine, he simply watches me as I widen my stance and start stroking my cock right across the web. I'm so close I can feel his puffy breath on my rigid cock. It's on the same height with the way he's slumped forward by his drugged state of mind and the featherlight touch of the web, the sight mouthwatering.

"I love your silk mask," I mumble, my own, filthy thoughts spurring on my working hand. "But I'm afraid I'll have to remove it for what I'm about to do."

His fingers move as if to object, but his palms are still glued to the web. "We're not allowed to take off our masks," he protests, albeit weakly.

"True, it's part of the rules of the games. But I think that we've passed that phase, don't you? I mean, you know who I am." I give him a toothy grin to which he grimaces, before he looks away, searching our surroundings.

"There's no one here," I supply. By now, my brothers must be making their way to the dungeons, awaiting the official initiations. But I don't tell him that. Not yet.

"It's just you and me, pretty boy," I say instead.

"Uhm—" He looks away once more. "Will you remove yours too?" The question comes out in an uncomfortable whisper, one that makes my stomach flutter. Fuck, a prickly Robin is one thing, but a frail, defenseless Robin is quite something else. It's divine. So sweet, I muse, and without thinking, I tear off his mask, feeling triumph. I was fucking right, I knew it. He's grumpy because he's fucking shy. Fucking, fucking love it. Pulling back my own mask as well, I slide it back and between my thick strands, eyes on my pretty boy, while I furiously work my dick. I'm already so close.

The way Robin peers up at me…it makes me feel fucking invincible. That's how it must feel when a spider finds its prey in its web.

Papillon, I got you exactly where I want you.

"You look so good when you're caught in my web," I pant. My other hand reaches for my heavy balls and I grope them in my palm, massaging them while I pull and tear on my cock. My orgasm is approaching now, I can feel it in my curling toes, in my clenching stomach. And then it hits me like a freight train, making me buck and groan as I empty myself on Robin's unmasked forehead and cheeks, on his lips and chin. My release, thick and dripping over his handsome face while he hangs there, helpless, is an image I will carry with me forever.

It's a perfect fucking picture.