Crave (Mature)

POV: Envy

The white spider was an anomaly, a curiosity. It behaved oddly, acting with ignorance. The newborns that entered our group knew all from their mothers. To spin webs, to communicate, to intimidate. This one knew nothing, but learned quickly.

Observing from a distance, they made their own webs, and attempted to gain rank. This was not an easy matter, and the smallest of us failed, repeatedly. They starved, but still listened, watched, learned.

Then this little newborn caught my eye. I watched from my perch, the white spider tricking a larger spider. Lured him to the depths of a cave, away from prying eyes. Lured by the promise of pleasure. Only the white spider came out, the other in pieces.

The corpse was slowly used away each day. Carved to suit its hunter's needs. Clothing, jewelry, a snack. We had no need to eat flesh, but hunger was a maddening thing. It disappeared, and not one in the group noticed.

This continued, either newborns, fresh from the forest depths, or larger, less wary spiders. Each time the white spider promises rewards, and each time they fell, as I watched.

I understood myself, true temptation, the day the lovely one came in human form. Such beauty was rare in the outskirts.

'I will not fall for such tricks.' Assuring myself.

Still, jealousy sprouted from the brown male laying claim to him. Instinct clouded my judgement, I would have this male. He may devour me, but I will have him.

The lovely one and I entered my nest. I waited for him to make a move, to challenge me. I would be surprised once more by this spider.

"Envy, let's make a deal." A once friendly expression turns cold, dead even. "I'm tired of hunting my own kind." My startled expression, has him smirk. "You have stalked me for a while. I know I interest you" His silky smooth hands caress at my front legs, sending waves inside me.

"Yes, but how can I trust a hunter like you?" I step back, giving a threatening hiss.

"You don't have to, but my usual tactics won't work on you. Your venom will stop me from ripping your insides out." A calm, relaxed posture and voice, not a lie.

"How did you know?" I had been careful, making sure others saw me 'extract' venom from my mouth.

It's best to appear weaker in this world.

He shrugs at me.

"You just told me, although I've guessed your venom covered your body not just one part."

"You guessed?"

"Picture the best for your enemy. The worst for yourself. You survive longer." My primitive brain can't help but purr internally. "I don't lose anything by being wrong." He finished up with an offer, while approaching me sultraly. "So, I shall not kill you, you shall not kill me. You feed me, I 'feed' you." A deadly, clawed, pointer finger is trailed down my face to my touch my lips. "So transform already."

In agreement, and in need, I shift to my human form for the first time. I prayed my appearance was at minimum not repulsive. A look over by my new partner, he did not show disgust. Thank goodness.

We spent our days this way 'feeding' each other. I admit instinct was not my only motivator now. His intelligent mind, and cruel teasing, left me wanting more than a deal. How unfortunate, to fall for a widow.

...….

POV: Carver

Insanity. Yep. Insanity. A moster wants me to make jokes, I'm not a comedian! I guess it's better than torure. Wait…

"I'll make you fall on your butt laughing if you promise not to hurt me." I stare down my pretty captor, eyes full of seriousness.

"Pfft." The divine grins at me.

"A fly making deals?" He pulls my chin forward, stroking it with a single finger. "Make me laugh and I promise 'I' wont hurt you." A sweet flowery smell hits my nose, I gulp away the heat.

"I…" my face once again is played with and squished between soft hands. My face turning an ugly red, I couldn't think.

"Stop touching me! I can't think!" My voice croaked on accident. My blush hardens.

Sadly, I'm listened to, the divine backs away. Again giggling away. Enjoying the show. His eyes wandered down lower, I blink, following his gaze. Sure enough, a peice of my cacooned self is at attention.

"Fuck! I haven't even touched myself in god knows how long! It's normal! Normal I tell you, divine!" Endless time here has resulted in no filter for my damn mouth… "How the hell is a bulge even showing under all this spider silk! Fuck!"

...….

This fly is so amusing. An uncontrollable grin seems permanent now. He complains so openly, it's refreshing. I decide that this one will be my nasty little pet, atleast till he dies. I can't help but want to play with him.

I've never found torture appealing, just a necessity to eat. Preferring the faces of lustful and desperate need from my prey. Pity I can't eat pleasure. I approach my pet, thankful that my master is away.

"What?! I said I can't help it!" He tries to flinch away, afraid of the consequences. My hand digs in, tearing a hole in the silk, revealing a treat. His face pales, expecting the worst. "Just because I haven't used it lately, doesn't mean I don't need it! Please take an arm, a leg, anything but that!" He pleas, his scared face, agitating me.

My hand grasps ahold of the standing meat. Gently rubbing the tip.

"Hhn…!" His surprise gasps, quickly turns to moans as I tease his tip, to his face, up and down with my fingers. His face showing a tasty needy desire, I shudder. "Why…?" He manages to rasp out.

I move closer, barely at his lips. "This is my torture, pet. This is what I crave." I lick my lips, teasing, tempting for me him to respond. He does.

He grabs my mouth with his own, a hungry beast. His tongue forcing me open, thrusting inside me. I speed up my stroking to match those thrusts. His gasps and attempting hip movements my calling.

A final squeeze to his meat, and he comes into my hand, panting like a dog.