"You'd think a twenty-foot-tall spider would be easier to spot," Mikaela muttered, shoving aside a low-hanging branch with more force than necessary. The damp forest air clung to her skin, making her red shirt stick uncomfortably to her chest. Her sneakers sank slightly into the soft earth with each step, the scent of pine and wet soil thick around her.
A rustling in the underbrush made her freeze. "Alright, if you're some freaky alien spider-bot, now would be the time to stop playing hide and seek," she called out, voice steadier than she felt. Her fingers hovered near the Autobot distress beacon in her jacket pocket, pulse thudding against her ribs. The silence stretched, then shattered as something massive shifted just beyond the trees.
A deer burst from the foliage, its panicked flight kicking up damp leaves. Mikaela exhaled sharply, shoulders relaxing for half a second before the hairs on her neck prickled again. "Yeah, because deer just bolt for fun," she muttered, rolling her eyes at her own naivety. She adjusted her grip on the Autobot distress beacon, thumb brushing the cracked plastic casing. The static hissed like a living thing.
Behind her, something shifted, not with the mechanical groan of Cybertronian joints, but with the slick whisper of fabric on bark. Mikaela kept walking, oblivious, her hips swaying slightly as she navigated a patch of uneven ground. The unseen watcher's smirk widened, purple lips glistening under a stray beam of sunlight.
"Lost little lamb," a voice purred from the shadows, too smooth, too human, wrong in ways Mikaela couldn't pinpoint yet.
Mikaela spun, heart hammering, but the clearing was empty save for the shuddering ferns. "Show yourself, you creepy son of a bitch," she demanded, hand now clenched around the beacon hard enough to hurt.
The reply came from everywhere at once: "Or what, pretty thief? You'll hotwire my heart?" Laughter rippled through the trees, low and throaty.
Mikaela's breath hitched, she knew that tone. Knew it from midnight alleys and backseat bargains. But the eyes glowing in the dark weren't human, weren't machine. They drank in the way her jeans clung to her thighs, the rapid rise and fall of her chest. "You're not my type," she shot back, backing toward a moss-covered oak. The lie tasted bitter.
"Liar," the thing crooned, stepping forward, no, gliding, her spider-limbs folding into long, pale legs in a grotesque ripple of flesh. The purple silk of her gloves whispered against her own stomach as she licked her lips. "Your pulse says otherwise, little thief." Mikaela's stomach lurched at the hunger in those red eyes.
"Fuck you," Mikaela spat, twisting on her heel. Her sneakers tore into the loam, branches whipping at her arms as she bolted.
Behind her, the Arachne's laughter curled around her like smoke. "Run, run," it sang, the words slithering between the trees. "I do love a chase."
The air burned in Mikaela's lungs, her jacket snagging on thorns as she vaulted a fallen log. Then, impact. Something sticky and invisible yanked her backward, her wrists snapping together above her head as the web pulled taut. The Arachne's breath was hot on her neck. "Mine," she purred, her fingers skating down Mikaela's ribs. "Now let's hear you scream."
Mikaela bucked, her hips jerking uselessly against the silk-thread bonds. "Get the hell off..." The protest dissolved into a gasp as the Arachne's teeth grazed her earlobe, her spider-half melting into long, sinuous legs that pinned Mikaela's thighs apart.
The red shirt tore like tissue under those clawed gloves, cool air rushing over Mikaela's flushed skin. "Fuck... stop..." she snarled, but the Arachne just laughed, her tongue tracing the dip of Mikaela's collarbone. The jeans went next, seams splitting with a sound like gunshots, leaving Mikaela bare except for the web's cruel embrace.
Every twitch, every choked curse only made the Arachne's grip tighten, her nails leaving pink crescents on Mikaela's hips as she leaned in. "You taste like fury," she murmured, her lips hovering just above Mikaela's. "Let's see how you taste when you break."
"Go to hell, you eight-legged freak..." Mikaela's snarl was cut off as the Arachne crushed their mouths together, her tongue sliding against Mikaela's with possessive hunger. The kiss was relentless, teeth scraping lips, the metallic tang of blood blooming between them. Mikaela jerked her head back, but the Arachne followed, her gloved fingers slipping between Mikaela's thighs with cruel precision.
The gasp ripped from Mikaela's throat was muffled against the Arachne's mouth as two fingers pressed inside her, the slick silk of the gloves gliding effortlessly against her tight walls. "You're already so wet," the Arachne purred, her breath hot against Mikaela's cheek. "All that fire, and here you are, dripping for me."
Mikaela's hips bucked involuntarily, her body betraying her as those fingers curled just right, sending sparks up her spine. "Fuck you...I'm not..." The denial dissolved into a ragged moan as the Arachne's thumb found her clit, circling with maddening pressure. The web held her wrists taut above her head, leaving her utterly exposed, her every shuddering breath another victory for the creature watching her unravel.
The Arachne grinned, purple lips glistening with Mikaela's defiance. "Oh, but you are," she murmured, her free hand gripping Mikaela's chin hard enough to bruise. "Every tremble, every gasp... it's mine." Then she struck, lips crashing against Mikaela's breast, her teeth sinking just enough to draw a sharp cry before her tongue soothed the sting. The sudden heat of that mouth sent a shockwave of sensation straight to Mikaela's core, her nipples hardening under the relentless assault.
"Bitch," Mikaela spat, twisting uselessly against the web's grip, her thighs slick with arousal despite her fury. The Arachne's fingers twisted deeper inside her, the sudden stretch of a third finger forcing a choked gasp from Mikaela's throat. "I'll fucking kill you," she swore, but the words lacked heat, her voice cracking as pleasure coiled tight in her belly.
The Arachne laughed against Mikaela's skin, her breath hot on the damp curve of her breast. "Promises, promises," she taunted before sealing her lips around Mikaela's other nipple, sucking hard enough to make her back arch off the web. The dual assault, her mouth claiming one breast while her fingers plunged deeper, sent Mikaela teetering toward the edge, her curses dissolving into shuddering gasps.
"Fuck... no..." Mikaela's protest broke into a ragged cry as her hips jerked wildly, her climax ripping through her like a live wire, her body convulsing around the Arachne's fingers. The pleasure was brutal, unforgiving, leaving her muscles trembling as her clear cum gushed onto the Arachne's knuckles, dripping down her thighs in slick rivulets.
"Such a filthy little liar," the Arachne purred, her tongue flicking over Mikaela's swollen nipple one last time before she began to climb her prey's body with predatory grace. Her gloved fingers tightened around the sticky web binding Mikaela's wrists, using it as leverage as she hauled herself upward, her bare thighs sliding against Mikaela's sweat-slicked stomach.
Mikaela's eyes widen as the Arachne's pussy is leveled with her face, her breath coming in sharp bursts through her nose. "You sick fuck... mmph!" The protest is muffled as the Arachne grinds against her lips, the slick heat of her folds smearing across Mikaela's mouth with an obscene wetness. The taste is salt and musk, thick with arousal, and Mikaela gags against the intrusion, her jaw clenched tight.
"That's it, little thief," the Arachne coos, her voice dripping with honeyed malice as she rocks her hips forward, her swollen clit brushing Mikaela's nose. "Open up." Her fingers twist in Mikaela's hair, yanking hard enough to make her gasp, just as the Arachne shoves herself harder against her, forcing Mikaela's lips apart. The moan that escapes the creature is low and satisfied, her thighs trembling against Mikaela's cheeks.
Mikaela bucks wildly, her muffled curses vibrating against the Arachne's skin, but the web holds her fast. The more she struggles, the harder the Arachne rides her face, her breaths coming in ragged pants as she grinds down. "Mmm, yes... just like that," she purrs, her fingers tightening in Mikaela's hair. "You're learning so quickly."
A shudder runs through Mikaela's body as the Arachne's hips stutter, her wetness dripping down Mikaela's chin in warm, sticky rivulets. The scent is overwhelming, heady and primal, and despite herself, Mikaela feels her own body responding, her thighs slicking anew as the Arachne's moans grow louder, more desperate. The realization hits her like a punch to the gut: she's going to make this monster cum.
"That's it," the Arachne gasps, her voice thick with pleasure. "Take it, little thief." Her fingers tighten in Mikaela's hair, forcing her deeper as the Arachne grinds down, her hips jerking wildly. Mikaela's tongue is trapped beneath her, forced to lap at the slick heat of her folds as the Arachne's breath comes in ragged, shuddering gasps. Then, with a cry that echoes through the trees, the Arachne cums, her release flooding Mikaela's mouth, bitter and sweet all at once. Mikaela gags, her throat convulsing as she's forced to swallow, the taste lingering on her tongue like a brand.
The Arachne slides down Mikaela's body with languid grace, her fingers trailing possessively over her sweat-slicked skin. When she reaches the ground, she presses her bare chest flush against Mikaela's, their nipples brushing, the heat between them almost unbearable. The Arachne's breath is warm against Mikaela's lips as she smirks, her red eyes gleaming with triumph. "You belong to me now, wife," she purrs, her voice a velvet promise. "And I'll make sure you never forget it."
Mikaela's pulse hammers in her throat, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of her own climax. The Arachne's claim hangs heavy in the air, a noose tightening around her defiance. But even as the creature's fingers trace the curve of her jaw, Mikaela's blue eyes flash with stubborn fire. "Like hell I do," she spits, her voice raw but unbroken. The Arachne only laughs, low and dangerous, her lips brushing Mikaela's in a kiss that tastes like victory, and warning.
The web around Mikaela's wrists slackens just enough to lower her to the damp forest floor, her bare back pressing into the cool moss. But the Arachne doesn't untie her, instead, she loops two fresh strands around Mikaela's ankles, pulling them wide with a slow, deliberate tug. Mikaela's breath hitches as her legs are spread obscenely, the afternoon air ghosting over her slick folds. "You're gonna regret this," she growls, but the tremor in her voice betrays her.
The Arachne chuckles, her fingers trailing up Mikaela's inner thighs, nails scraping lightly enough to raise goosebumps. "Regret?" she muses, her voice a velvet purr. "No, little thief. You'll beg for this." She settles between Mikaela's legs, her own thighs parting as she lowers herself, their hips aligning with agonizing precision. The first brush of skin against skin sends a jolt through Mikaela, her teeth sinking into her lower lip to stifle a moan.
"Fuck... don't," Mikaela hisses, but the Arachne only grins, her hips rolling forward in a slow, torturous grind. The friction is electric, their wetness mingling in a slick, heated slide. Mikaela's wrists strain against the web above her head, her fingers curling into fists. "You're sick," she gasps, but her hips buck involuntarily, seeking more.
The Arachne leans down, her silver hair brushing Mikaela's flushed cheeks. "Say it again," she murmurs, her breath hot against Mikaela's lips. "Tell me how much you hate it." Her hips snap forward, harder this time, the rough pressure against Mikaela's clit wrenching a ragged cry from her throat. The Arachne's laugh is dark, victorious, as she drinks in the way Mikaela's body arches beneath her, torn between resistance and surrender.
"I'll... fuck... rip your throat out," Mikaela gasps, her voice raw with defiance, but the Arachne only grins, pressing her palms against Mikaela's shoulders to lift her upper body up. The shift in angle sends sparks racing down Mikaela's spine as their pussies grind together, slick and swollen, every thrust sending waves of pleasure radiating through her core. "You bitch ..." The curse dissolves into a shuddering moan as the Arachne's hips roll in a slow, relentless circle, her clit dragging against Mikaela's with deliberate friction.
"You're dripping," the Arachne taunts, her voice thick with arousal as she watches Mikaela's clear cum smear between their thighs. "All that fire, and look at you..." She punctuates the words with a sharp thrust, their breasts bouncing with the force of it, the heat of their bodies colliding in a rhythm that leaves Mikaela's breath hitching. "Say it," the Arachne growls, her fingers tightening on Mikaela's shoulders. "Say you want it."
Mikaela's nails dig into the web binding her wrists, her hips bucking involuntarily against the Arachne's as pleasure coils tighter, hotter. "Never," she snarls, but the word cracks under the weight of her own need, her thighs trembling as the Arachne's pace quickens, their slick folds slapping together with every desperate grind. The air between them is thick with the scent of sweat and salt, the sound of skin on skin drowning out the rustle of leaves overhead.
"You think I'm insane?" The Arachne's laugh is low, breathless, her lips brushing Mikaela's ear as she presses closer, her breasts flush against Mikaela's. "Wait until you feel my juices inside you, little thief. Watch your belly swell with it."
Mikaela's breath hitches, her hips stuttering mid-thrust as the words punch through her defiance. "Bullshit," she gasps, but the Arachne's fingers tighten on her hips, her next thrust deep enough to steal Mikaela's voice.
The orgasm hits like a live wire, Mikaela's body bowing off the moss as her vision whites out, her cunt clenching around nothing, her clear cum gushing between them in hot, sticky waves. The Arachne moans, her hips jerking erratically as she grinds down, her pussy lips fluttering against Mikaela's, sealing tight with a wet, sucking pop. "There it is," she purrs, her voice thick with triumph as she presses flush against Mikaela's trembling body, her own climax shuddering through her in waves.
Mikaela's breath comes in ragged pants, her muscles twitching with oversensitivity as the Arachne's warmth pulses against her, the first slick rush of the creature's cum flooding her depths. The sensation is alien, overwhelming, hotter than human, thicker, the liquid heat spreading inside her like a brand. The Arachne's lips find hers in a possessive kiss, her tongue licking the taste of Mikaela's defiance from her mouth. "Mine," she murmurs against Mikaela's swollen lips, her hips still rocking in slow, shallow circles, milking every last drop into her captive's quivering body.
(Some time later.)
Deeper into the forest and hidden far up between the trees, the Arachne's home loomed unseen. An intricate nest of silk and stolen sunlight, its walls woven so tightly the wind couldn't whistle through. Solar panels perched high in the canopy fed soft amber light to the silk-wrapped bulbs dangling above the bed, casting shifting shadows over Mikaela's sweat-slicked body as she writhed beneath the creature's weight.
"Still fighting?" The Arachne's breath was hot against Mikaela's ear, her hips rolling in a slow, maddening rhythm that had Mikaela's toes curling into the sheets. "Your pussy's clenched around nothing, wife. Imagine how much tighter you'll be when I fill you again."
Mikaela's teeth sank into her lower lip, stifling a moan as the Arachne's fingers traced the curve of her hip, nails scraping just hard enough to leave faint pink trails. "Fuck you," she spat, but the words lacked venom, her voice cracking as the Arachne's pussy pressed harder between her legs, the friction sending sparks up her spine.
The Arachne laughed, a low, husky sound that vibrated through Mikaela's chest, and leaned down to catch her lips in a kiss that tasted of salt and defiance. "Oh, you will," she murmured against Mikaela's mouth, her hips stuttering as their slick folds dragged together. "Over and over and over."