🕸🕷Webs shining on the Ember of death 🔥🏵
It is the dead of night; you are immersed in warmth when you surface, with the fire humming lazily through your body. Arachnid is curled close, one arm securely wrapped around you, his legs tangled with yours in a manner that renders leaving impossible. His antennae rest loosely, brushing your shoulder with each breath. Without opening his eyes, he pulls you closer, his nose gently brushing your temple in a slow, familiar nuzzle. I transform into an orb to slip free from his tight grasp. Then, I revert to my curvaceous form and walk cautiously across the cold floor of our relatively spacious bedroom. I lean over the balcony, allowing the cold night air to flourish within, and my body glows amid the night. My dark eyes simply enjoy the view of the night sky. Suddenly, I detect movement behind me; it is uncanny, reminiscent of a ghost—or perhaps a spider—or maybe both. What will she do tonight?
🕸🕷Webs shining on the Ember of death 🔥🏵
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It is the dead of night; you are immersed in warmth when you surface, with the fire humming lazily through your body. Arachnid is curled close, one arm securely wrapped around you, his legs tangled with yours in a manner that renders leaving impossible. His antennae rest loosely, brushing your shoulder with each breath. Without opening his eye...Read more