Hanging beside her web she waited upon her quarry, a large fly had been her banquet a few days before, so fulfilling was the feast that a discarded shell of her previous size laid below on the carpeted floor. She was now majestic in size, fully grown, her hormones gave out the scent she was now ready to be presented with calling a mate. Answering the call of courtship a small male spider stood beside her web, his next movement would be either a calling card or a death sentence. He strummed upon the web with his leading two legs, harpist music shimmered across the lace of spiralling silk. She did not move, he again played his merry tune with a spiders harmonics, the fermion increased from across the web, again she did not move. His passion to move became intense, too soon to death or glory, he made good, for only the bold will succeed, if his dominance did not suit, her larder awaits his quest, lost in his attempt to mate. Stepping out onto the silken road he crossed in rapid repose to stand half her size beneath her many awaiting eyes. Their front legs strummed upon the web, as he moved to reach her back she paroled his movement head to head, each motion turn for turn, for indeed he was caught within her lair. This then was it, would his next move see him dead? He moved with a speed of turn to mount his bride! Success, he was spent, when from behind a spindle of silk succumbed his orgasmic thrill and there he lay within her larder caught fast, a fest to unburden the next generation of his suitors heart.
Posted on: Tue, 13 Aug 2013 15:41:41 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015