SPIDER SNUFFED
Smoke hangs in the air in a permanent haze, and the sound of high-pitched laughter and some other less than human sounding grunts fill the background with the atmosphere of the dark but classy lounge you find yourself in. Glasses clink, and a large bowler-capped bartender wearing a tan suit and suspenders, with fanged teeth as long as your fingers, cleans glasses behind a marble counter-top. He beckons you over to take your drink order, and as he does, the stunning creature at the bar turns to admire you. She's gorgeous, a statuesque picture of beauty with as many arms as you have heartbeats per second right now. You feel like it's going to burst out of your chest as she studies you. Her eyes squint just a little bit as she travels up your legs, to your crotch where her gaze lingers just a moment, before connecting with your eyes.
Nouvelle: "Well hey there sugar, you come here often? Not a lotta' you kinds of folk, if you don't mind me sayin'."
She winks, and it's like fireworks set off in your head. Electricity crackles across your skin.
You: "Can't say that I do, but if you're the type that frequent this kind of place I may have to moving forward."
I scan up her body in response, admiring her curves and lingering on each. I could get lost in her eyes for hours, and her voice just puts me at ease with every word.
You: "Can I buy you a drink? Maybe two? Beauty like you, I'd be honored to spoil you.”
She titters a moment, as if she's heard a joke only she understands, or perhaps she's just humoring you. Something behind her eyes seems almost predatory, like a wolf salivating over a raw and juicy-looking slice of beef. She shakes her ample bosom just a little bit as she exaggerates her giggle, perhaps in a distinctly intentional manner. You suddenly feel as if you've been lightly laced with an air of a pheromone you can't quite see or smell.
She watches your reaction intently, and smiles as she sees you being put at ease and starting to become more relaxed. She looks to the bartender:
Nouvelle: "Make it two sug, and make mine a double, it's a bout to be a *party* in here."
She winks at them, and they flash her some kind of knowing grin. You weren't aware of any party happening tonight.
She turns back to you as you wait for and then get your drinks. She slowly inches closer to you on the bar, and whispers really low, you have to strain to hear her....or perhaps lean in closer.
I stare at her bosom as she shakes them for me, mesmerized by her beauty. Though concerned at first by that possible pheromone, I quickly dismiss the thought as she pushes closer to me, not wanting any distractions from her. As she inches closer I lean in towards her, eager to hear what she has to say to me.
She whispers, low, just above the din of the lounge:
Nouvelle: "Let me tell you a secret, sug. Somethin' just 'tween you an' me. It's a secret 'though, know what I mean? Gotta keep your lips sealed."
You didn't realize, staring so deeply into her eyes and focusing on her words, that she'd already brought her hand up to your face. She caresses your lips with one finger, gently rubbing against the skin, setting a blushing red fire across your skin.
Nouvelle: "Can ya' do that for me?"
She giggles, just ever so, almost like she's told a joke now that only SHE understands.
As I stare at her, eyes drifting between her beautiful gaze and the red of her lips, I nod for her.
You: "Of course, I'll keep it a secret for you. I'm sorry how rude of me, I never asked your name beautiful. Once I know that I'll keep any secret you ask, just between us.”
She giggles, as she points upwards. Plastered above the bar is an advertisement for tonight's show. It says in big, bright bulb-lit letters: "NOUVELLE! TONIGHT ONLY!"
Nouvelle: "Nouvelle, nice to meet ya, my little tasty snack. Don't let your lack o' manners get the better of ya, might end up on the wrong end of the nest."
She grins, her fanged teeth look like they drip with two different shades of...delicious poison? As you have that thought, it occurs to you that the room feels very, very hot. She leans closer in to you, too close at first you might've said, had you not long since abandoned any inhibitions you had left.
Now, you simply lean in closer so that you might also get a smell of how heavenly her hair must be. She laughs, very softly, before telling you her "secret."
Nouvelle: "I got enough spiders around here to touch people in places they ain't never been touched. You ever had a hundred hands on you at once? Reaching, touching, *wrapping...*"
As she says that last word, she seems to nip you lightly on the neck. It's only a pinch, and it just hurts for a second, but you're pretty sure she just bit you.
Why don't you care?
Surprised by how delightful her bite, I just linger there, expecting another.
You: "Can't say that I have.. But it sounds... To die for."
I laugh with her, not knowing how true my words are.
You: "I would love the opportunity to get to know you more tonight Miss Nouvelle. You are so exotic. Divine even.”
Much to your disappointment, she pulls away, noticing your complete compliance and even willingness to lean into her bite more. She then grins, bearing teeth that don't hide her predatory instinct at all.
The bartender slides the drinks in front of you, and she takes hers to raise it up in front of her chest.
Nouvelle: "What do you say.....hm? You didn't give me your name sug, now how can we do a proper toast if you can't even get yer name outta yer noggin'?"
She raps you on the head just so gently with one of her side arms, as the other caresses the back of your neck.
"Hmmm? What do we call you tonight?”
I blush again at the attention, words caught in my throat.
You: "I'd be happy with anything you want to call me tonight, but my name is Seb. I am quite honored to have met you Miss Nouvelle. Charmed even."
I take my glass to join her in the toast she mentioned, ready to drink with her.
As you look at her, you see her just ever so slightly start to shimmer. Your vision curls around her shape, cutting off the rest of the room, filling it with darkness. All you can see is her. Her glorious beauty.
She just looks at you with this knowing look, like she knows just how you feel.
She supports your quickly softening and relaxing back and muscles with one arm, while she clinks her glass against yours.
Nouvelle: "Well then Apollo, how's about we toast to a delicious night of fun, eh? I haven't eaten in so long, and you're just looking like exactly what I need."
The bartender chuckles, seeing you completely lost in her eyes. You don't even hear him say:
Bartender: "She's got another one, boys. Show's gonna delay."
There is a chorus of groans from around the room, but you don't mind them at all. The only thing on your mind is her beautiful eyes, the clink of your glasses, and the growing warmth that softens your edges and relaxes you, creeping across your skin.
I smile as I feel her embracing me, supporting my relaxing body. I stare into her eyes, falling deeper under her spell as I down my drink in one gulp, barely even tasting it.
You: "Sounds like a night to remember. I'll be happy to be whatever you need."
I relax even further with the alcohol in my system, eager to be hers for the night, not sure what she meant by delicious fun, but looking forward to it nonetheless.
She downs her own, whisking it away with a gulp that looks like she could take a whole lot more than just one drink.
Nouvelle: "Good boy."
It's only two words, but it's like it knocks you out entirely. The wind from the words alone knocks you over, and she catches you with two of her other arms. She wraps you close to her, burying your face in her breasts. You feel the softness on the other side of her ruffled dress, and your head brushes against the ribbon and baubles right in the middle.
As you are completely absorbed in her cleavage, you don't feel yourself lifted off the floor. Two of her other arms hoist the two of you up above the bar, above the bulb-lit sign, and into a dark spot away from the roar of the crowd laughing. Laughing and...hollering.....
With one last look down, you see several people, one gasping with shock, another who looks like they just wish they were you, and the rest of the bar hooting and hollering at the two of you.
As you reach your secluded place, she giggles, and pulls out her remaining free arm. In it is the bottle of booze the bartender just poured for the two of you.
Nouvelle: "Uh oh, now we're bandits together. That means ride 'r die, sug. You gonna go to the end with me?"
She winks, as if she already knows your answer.
It's starting to get hard to speak, your speech slurs just a little bit, and you feel yourself getting more and more relaxed, yet you're so aware and awake. It's like your body relaxes but your mind races so fast. If she weren't here....holding onto you...it might be too much entirely.
But the world comes to a rest with her, in her arms, in between her breasts....
You: "Ride or die... Till the bitter end.. Anything for your Miss Nouvelle.."
Slurring my words as I speak, my face still pressed into her breasts I just smile as I think about how lucky I am to be with her. To be this close to her. To be hers
She giggles, snags your glass from your increasingly limp hand, and pours the both of you one more drink.
Nouvelle: "Don't zonk out on me just yet, li'l morsel. We're just gettin' to tha' good part."
She raises her glass in another toast. You find yourself unable to lift your own glass much higher than your lips.
Nouvelle: "Tha' bitter end, well aye, I think that's rightly said. Rightly, rightly said."
She bounces with an energy that you can't help but feed off of. She seems on the edge of something.
"Drink up, snacky, I like a little *spice* in my treats."
She giggles again, knowing you're right where you belong.
Right in her arms.
Drowning in her.
"I'm not going anywhere without you Miss Nouvelle. I'll drink every drop you pour me.. Spiced treats sound nice.."
I can't help but lose myself to her, her energy is intoxicating. Or is it the alcohol? Regardless, I want nothing more than her. I'm where I belong. In her arms. Drowning in her.
She gives you a wink, and collects your glass as you finish feebly drinking at the edge of it. You get some, but spill a little bit down your front.
She leans forward, a long and red tongue coming out from behind her sharp teeth and fangs.
She licks up your chest, sucking the liquor off your clothing and then your neck, and up your face.
She plants a short and sweet kiss on your lips, and then you feel one more little pinch, just on your cheek.
It hurts for only a moment, but then you get this giggly and happy feeling inside.
Your vision turns to the side, as she sets about to work preparing you.
When you slide to the side, you see suspended above the bar, her "snack" for later.
Another one of the bar patrons, done up by webbing and bloated with something that sticks out of one of her holes. You can't tell which, but you do see dozens of little spiders crawling across the surface of her skin.
Your gaze is brought back to Nouvelle, as she licks up your face now.
Nouvelle: "Okay now sug, let's get you nice and ready.~"
Her voice is like a song, as you feel her warm and sticky web start to wrap around your legs. She does them up first, getting the silken and smooth wrap gently at first, and then tightening it as she goes, pressurizing each layer to hold you tighter and tighter with each additional application.
She completely encases your lower half, but seems to leave your middle part and crotch open, instead skipping to your chest and arms.
Soon enough you are bound up, and she wraps your torso as well.
She then giggles, and places a blind fold of webbing on your eyes, before working on your crotch.
She wraps you tightly, squishing your now throbbing and rock-hard cock into the moist webbing as best she can to make it not poke out.
You feel her brush it several times with her hands, intentionally, watching it twitch each time. It makes her laugh.
Before long you're strung up above the bar with the other snack, but you're not left alone.
She moves up to go upside down, just like you. It doesn't seem to affect her at all, but the draining of blood to your head makes you even more dizzy than you already were. She raises one finger with a sharp little protrusion extended up, and slices up the middle of the wrap right at your crotch.
As if she planned it, your throbbing erection, fighting against the blood draining out to your head, flops outside the webbing.
Nouvelle: "Now we can let the fun begin, sug! You're gonna give mama aaaaall of what I want, aren'tcha?"
She laughs, and caresses your face with one hand as she rubs along your shaft with another.
"And in return....."
She starts to pump it a little bit, soft strokes that absolutely torture you, being unable to move anything else at all.
"I'll give you what you came in here for, deal?!”
Struggling through my binds and the increasingly dizzy sensations as blood rushes to my head I nod eagerly, weakly from the intoxication.
"Yes Miss Nouvelle. Anything for you.”
Nouvelle: "Good boy~"
She says it again, and like she's casting a spell it hits you like a ton of bricks. Her breath exhales a pheramone that you can actually see now. A red cloud that comes out to settle over you. It creeps under your clothing, around your head, and into your nostrils. It fills you up, and you exhale a lust for her that you didn't know you could even scrape together.
She keeps pumping away at your throbbing cock, and kisses up the webbing to your exposed face.
She laughs, centers herself over you, and then lifts her dress ever so slightly.
Nouvelle: "Now, give mama what she wants."
She pushes herself down onto you, claiming your erection for herself. You enter her at her pace, unable to even thrust or hump bound as tightly as you are. She controls the pace entirely, using you as a webbed-up sex toy.
She plants a kiss on you, exploring your mouth with her blood-red tongue. You feel more of her venom coating her tongue, but you can't help yourself, can you?
I moan into her kiss as I drink the venom off her tongue in our embrace. Feeling her use me makes me desperate to grind and thrust into her despite being unable to move. I can barely even squirm with how tightly she has me bound.
You: "Yes Miss Nouvelle, I'll give everything to Mommy!"
I think I'm speaking, but it's just more pitiful moans of a webbed up sex toy, eager to be used.
She bounces back and forth, easily supporting herself attached to the webbing with her extra hands and arms. It's like shes fucking you instead of the other way around.
You feel her warm slit squeeze your cock in ways you've never been squeezed before. The webbing seems to constrict on its own as well, wrapping around your nuts and gently milking them.
She seems like she's intending to pull every ounce of juice you have in them out....and so much more.
She rides you for a short bit, bucking and moaning, and enjoying the feel of your cock.
In these few moments, you have a lifetime of pleasure amplified by two different venoms designed to make you compliant and willing.
Your body erupts in a wave of pleasure center overload, as she claims your cock for herself and kisses you so deeply it's like she's fishing for your soul in your throat.
Her tongue reaches places that should make you gag, but the only thing coming from your throat are more moans.
She works your rod side to side, humping and humping, waiting to see that distinct sign of your orgasm, the first of many she intends to pull from your limp and increasingly lifeless body.
My eyes roll back in my head as she forces me to moan more and more as her tongue explores my mouth while her pussy works to milk me for every last drop. I want to give her everything, to be milked dry by her while so tightly wrapped and helpless. Every sensation she has given me turning me into nothing more than a webbed up sex toy, something to be drained.
She bucks and rides your rock hard cock until you're just ready to burst, feeling you tighten up and your moans get quicker.
She then pulls off to watch you spurt helplessly into the air as your limp and weak body tries its best to impregnate her.
She cackles with a delighted laughter, and watches as every drop rains out before forcing you back inside to ride you just a little more. She reaches up to undo her tits from her dress, and lets them hang down in front of your face.
She jiggles them back and forth, letting them flop just within licking distance for you, as she milks out every last remaining drop from your first orgasm.
Nouvelle: "Time for a second round I think, because mama's nowhere near done yet."
She laughs, this time it's a sinister one that completely betrays the soft demeanor she's put on you this whole time. She runs a finger down your face, covered in her juices, and pushes it into your mouth.
Nouvelle: "Time for a real bite."
She lunges down to bite on you, but not at your neck this time. Instead she goes for a seemingly thin part near your shoulder, sinking her fangs just through the webbing and right into your skin.
You feel a much more painful sting as something is not only released from her fangs, but actually injected somehow into you.
Nouvelle: "Mmmmmm fuck yes, now let's see how long you can last, huh? Before I get my next meal."
She licks her lips, and carries you up to be sideways once more. She sticks the web to the wall and suspends you mid-air, on your side.
She lays next to you, sticking herself to the webbing as well, and caresses up and down your webbed chest with one hand while two more go to work on your cock. They wipe, and clean, using spare webbing and her own skin to clean the cum from your cock.
She then starts to jerk you a little, slowly at first, and then speeding up to get you back to life.
Something within you stirs, pushing blood to your cock, and pulling it away from the nerve centers of your brain that are absolutely firing on every cylinder right now.
Telling you one thing: Danger.
But you don't care, you see her wink at you once more as she pumps your cock, and then leans down to suck it.
You've got Nouvelle sucking on your cock, and even though it feels like your stomach is starting to liquefy, all you care about is her long red tongue wrapped around your cock and slurping it back to life and coaxing another orgasm out of it.
I buck ever so weakly as I feel her sucking my cock, wanting to cum for her over and over and over again until there's nothing left. That pain is nothing, a love bite. I'd gladly take a dozen more to keep going with Mommy Nouvelle all night. I am right where I belong. Webbed up beside her. Drowning in her venom.
She slurps and gulps, devouring your cock and looking up at you with eyes that glint with a happiness and hunger that just envelop your brain.
You can think of nothing else but vanishing into those eyes as she pulls off your cock and takes a big breath.
Your insides start to feel a little strange, but your cock and lungs and heart seem to still work.
Such a strange way to think about your body, which parts DON'T you need to worship your new goddess? Your new.....Goddess....
She lifts up to sit atop you, and rubs her thighs up and down your cock while her breasts go to your face again.
Before you can even consider anything otherwise, she drowns the remainder of your resistance in her cleavage.
Nouvelle: "That's right sug, just let mama take care o' everythang. Soon you'll be all nice n' juicy for me to just drink right down. No more pain and confusion, just all that sleepy time with Mama. Won't that be nice? Won't that just be a delight?"
She giggles, knowing you can't speak buried in her chest, just moan. She hears your pleasure-filled moans as she pumps away at your cock and feels another one of your increasingly weak orgasms plaster her thighs with white.
Nouvelle: "Mmmm gettin' faster now, not gonna go all *limp* on me, are ya?"
She looks down at you, smugly, begging to hear you try and respond.
You: "No Goddess Nouvelle.... Never limp... Just sleepy time... with Mommy Nouvelle.."
I try to speak again, drowned in her venom and cleavage as I pour my load onto her thighs. Where else can I cum for my new Goddess? I want to offer my everything to her, to worship every inch of her. Feeling more and more of my body failing should terrify me, but instead I view it as me offering another piece of myself to her. More for Mommy Nouvelle. More for Goddess Nouvelle. I belong to her, and I will offer everything to her before the night's over.
She starts to work at you, feeding her hunger by having you cum over and over again. Something in her venom causes you to kickstart and be ready so quickly, again and again, she pumps load after load out of you.
She fucks you again, letting you up into her slit just for a few moments, before jumping off and rapidly jerking you with multiple hands.
You cum a shower onto her arms that she raises up to lick, as she restrains you with her other hands.
Nouvelle: "Mmmmmm that's right morsel, every last drop, before we get to the meat."
At this point, you're starting to see colors at the edges of your vision. Pain isn't there, her venom luckily ensures it's dulled to simply an unnoticeable ache at the back of your neck. The sources of the bite itch a little too, but nothing that isn't washed away in another few strokes of your cock by her many arms.
You're brought to heel and made to cum over and over, until she has her fill. But what fill is there for a spider girl with a never-ending lust? Surely there must be some end to the pleasure, but your mind can't fathom it.
All you know is your Goddess. All for Goddess.
All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess.
My mind starts breaking down All for Goddess. as I cum again and again All for Goddess. offering everything up All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess.
You: "Please take me... All of me... All for Goddess. ”
She lustfully moans herself, and leans forward to bite into you, right in the middle, as she continues to work your cock with her other hands. One goes to your face, rubbing up and down your chest, another your legs, back and forth, and the others jerk and twist and rub at your cock.
She bites in and perhaps in a rare moment of clarity, you realize what her other venom has been doing. Somehow it keeps you alive, but you're watching her drink your insides out through your stomach, like she's drinking down one of the drinks below at the bar.
The wrapped up snack above you gets a piece of her blindfold off at just the wrong moment, and spies you being drunk by her captor, and she struggles fruitlessly.
Nouvelle pulls away from her snack to chuckle, and nip the other morsel on the cheek to put her to sleep once more.
She dangles your body to the side in order to do this, using you like a living platform to walk across.
Then she returns to greedily drink you down once more, sucking you out through your midsection while your mind focuses on the one point of contact you care about. Your somehow still rock-hard and throbbing cock that never seems to run out of cum.
She drinks and slurps at your stomach, sucking out the liquefied organs and paste that make up what remains of your body's internal structure. Bone and organ alike is turned to the slurry that she drinks in to give her sustenance.
Even as you feel your last orgasm building, becoming her food is something that you feel yourself longing for....because at least then you'll always be a part of her.
You feel right on the edge as she takes a breath and wipes her lips and face with a spare hand holding a monogramed napkin.
Nouvelle: "Mmmm, my my, a lady like myself succumbing to such lustful hunger. You've been such a good boy, I couldn't let you go without seeing that face just one more time."
She starts to jerk you faster as the words take over once more. They dance in front of your vision, back and forth, as they fill up your mind.
All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess.
My final thoughts an unending profession of my lust and desire to give everything to Mommy Nouvelle as I beg her to finish me.
All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess. All for Goddess.
She caresses your cheek as your last thoughts leave your brain, and your skull starts to empty of thoughts, blood, and life.
It travels down your spine, ending in the slurry that she drinks up, and you feel your heart finally give out.
It snaps, like a rubber band breaking, and your body just releases everything pent up that you have left.
Nouvelle laughs as a torrent of your final, impotent and watery, orgasm erupts out into the air. It covers her arm, and the now slick webbing of the outside of your cocoon, along with what remains of your insides. You cum into your own sludge, and she drinks it right up.
Nouvelle: "Mmmmmm tasty extra spice~"
She giggles, burps just a little and blushes, covering her mouth with one hand. She reaches up to wipe her face with the monogramed handkerchief one more time, before stowing it away in her dress and pulling her top of her dress back up.
She looks down at your lifeless body, a look of delirious happiness still on your face from your last moments of pure pleasure, and she reaches out. The second snack comes to for just a moment as the venom lets them loose just a little and they get a few fleeting seconds of lucidity. Something to see what awaits them.
All they see is Nouvelle lifting your skull from the mushy mess that is the remains of your corpse, and admiring it like a trophy. She smears the rest of the acidic venom off on the webbing, and looks back at the other hanging snack with a grin.
"Well, you can wait till later, cain'tcha? I have some fans to entertain."
She dramatically gestures with your skull for Shakespearean dramatic effect, before planting a kiss on the front of it, and dropping it into the slurry that is all that remains of you.
Forever now a part of your Goddess, your Eternity, your Nouvelle.~
