Woven Desires

A story about sandking and weaver

Itwas a long way back to the Scintillant Waste, but Crixalis didn’t mind. The Sand King had made the pilgrimage to the peaks of Nishai alone and in secret, as he always did. However, the odd snap of the twig to his left, the pattering of leaves being ruffled on the forest floor—those told him he was perhaps not as alone as he thought. As he approached a clearing in the woods, he chuckled and halted.

Not three paces behind him, Skitskurr the Weaver was scuttling on his trail, pursuing the Sand King since he spotted him coming down from the mountains. Damnit Skitskurr, you can do this. But every time he decided to make his move, something held him back. This part of the forest was too dark. Crixalis didn’t seem in that accommodating of a mood. I’m a dirty coward and I don’t deserve him. That thought turned over in his mind often, and it was what he was preoccupied with when he slammed into the suddenly still Sand King.

DONK

“Wha-Weaver! For Qaldin’s sake, watch where you’re going!” Crixalis snapped, holding out a claw to help up the bug, who had been knocked to the ground.

“Crixalis! I’m sorry, I d-didn’t see you there…” Weaver blushed and turned his head away as he was helped up. When he gathered up the courage to look at the sand King again, he realized they were still holding hands. “Oh! Uh…sorry…” He released his grip on Crixalis’ pincer and turned away, feeling his face flush even hotter.

“At least tell me what you were doing here, Skitskurr,” Crixalis said, slightly puzzled by Weaver’s bashfulness. Perhaps the Weaver was completely innocent in his doings. “Where are you headed, anyway?”

“Uhh…see, I was going…that way?” He pointed behind himself and started backing up. “I think?”

“That’s where you just came from.”

“Oh, uh…well I just wanted to head that way to avoid any intima—” Weaver stopped, realizing what he was about to say. “I mean, er, that way you avoid some complicated business, and…” Fuck, fuck, I’m messing this all up!

Weaver turned backwards and started to shukuchi away. “Sorry Crixalis but I really need to go!”

The Sand King chuckled again and cut Weaver’s escape short with a quick grab of his large left pincer. Looking him in the eye, he pulled him closer and gave a little seductive moan. He grinned as it seemed to have the desired effect, with Skitskurr blushing deeply and averting his gaze. “I know how you feel about me, Skitskurr. And it happens…” He brushed the side of Skitskurr’s face with his claw, turning it to meet his own. “…that I share that feeling.”

“Oh, I…I didn’t know. I never expected…” Weaver was shushed by the Sand King, who then slowly turned around. “…what are you doing?”

“Come on, then. Touch me. No need to be bashful about it now.”

Weaver’s heart started to race as he approached the Sand King. Here he was, the object of all his desires in front of him, offering himself to him. He reached out a shaky claw and rested it on Crixalis’ impressive stinger. After a few moments of nervous contact, he started to gently rub the impressive appendage, eliciting a purr from the Sand King.



“Mmm, I love being stroked there. Yessss…just like that…” As he spoke, he saw Weaver eyeing his cock emerging from its slit, growing hard and leaking copius amounts of pre-cum. “Oh, I see you’ve noticed my other stinger. Perhaps you could stroke that one too for me?”

Weaver held his breath and moved his arms downward, taking in the exquisite smoothness of the Sand King’s carapace, until he reached the sticky base of his cock. After taking a second to try and calm his fluttering heart, he grasped the organ and started to gently move his hands up and down it, taking delight in the additional lubrication that emerged from the tip.

“Ah, yes, just like that. You certainly know your way around a bug’s body, Skitskurr,” Crixalis purred. “But—ah!—let’s not get ahead of ourselves, now,” he said as he moved away and rolled himself onto the ground, his cock standing straight up and glistening in the moonlight. “We wouldn’t want to end the fun too early, now, would we?”

Weaver smiled to himself, still amazed that his fantasies were being realized before his eyes. Without hesitation he went back to work on the Sand King’s cock, this time nibbling at it with his mandibles, delighting in the sweet fluids that rewarded him. Beneath him, Crixalis was moaning and squirming in delight. Oh, how I’ve wanted to please you like this, Crixalis. You’d better enjoy it, he thought as he felt his own member grow hard.

This development did not go unnoticed by Crixalis, who eyed Skitskurr’s cock with some fascination. What an impressive member! Oh, to have that inside of me…

Shifting his position, Crixalis aligned himself so that his cock rubbed against Skitskurr’s, and smiled inwardly as he saw the insect on top of him shiver. With a chuckle he continued the contact, frotting until their juices were thoroughly mixed together.

“Yes, I do like the look of our stingers together. And it seems you do, too.” A soft sigh of pleasure from Skitskurr let him know he was right. “Now, scuttle forward. I need to prepare you.” Weaver gave him a questioning look, but obeyed. Crixalis reached out his claws and held his thorax in place when Weaver’s still-growing cock hovered over his mouth.

“Wait, just what are you planning?” Skitskurr looked behind himself, realizing Crixalis’ intentions and becoming fearful of his rather unpleasant visage meeting his cock.

“Heh, just relax. I know what I’m doing,” Crixalis replied, before engulfing Weaver’s member. A sharp gasp of pleasure let him know that his plan worked, and he went to task, gently kneading the cock with his mouth. As the pre-cum dribbled into his throat he relished in the taste, and in Weaver’s increasingly labored panting.

“My, you must have a lot of experience to use your mouth like that,” Weaver said between huffs.

“Thank you,” Crixalis replied as he released the cock from his maw. “Yes, I believe I’ve prepared you quite nicely,” he added, admiring Weaver’s length as he gently stroked its sticky side with his claw. “Now back up and take me.”

Skitskurr eagerly complied, skittering back and lining up his cock with the entrance at the base of Crixalis’ stinger.

“Now be careful—ACK” The Sand King grimaced in pain as Weaver penetrated him without hesitation, until their pre-cum soaked thoraxes were touching.

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I was a bit too enthusiastic, wasn’t I?”

“No, I can take it. I just wasn’t expecting you to be so…well, large.”

Skitskurr beamed at the compliment and started to thrust in and out, enjoying the sensation of heat wrapped around his member. He looked up at the face of Crixalis and smiled. By the Sand King’s distant gaze and labored breaths, their enjoyment was mutual.

“Crixalis, you feel amazing. Better than anything else in the Weave.”

The Sand King responded by clenching around Weaver tighter. Soon Weaver’s thrusts became faster, and his breaths shorter. The sloppy sound of their bodies colliding increased in volume, and Skitskurr could feel a pressure building in his loins.

“Crixalis, I’m about to…”

“Oh, yes, come inside your liege!” Crixalis moaned. Skitskurr complied, releasing his load with a groan of ecstasy.

“Tchtchtchtch, perfect!” Skitskurr reveled in bliss for a moment before pulling out, leaving a trail of semen connecting them. “Now it’s your turn to be satisfied, isn’t it?”

Crixalis laughed to himself in that way that he does, and pulled Skitskurr down to his side, turning over and hugging the Weaver close. Skitskurr basked in the desert warmth radiating from the Sand King as he laid on his side, and twitched in anticipation when he felt something prod his backside.

“Are you ready to offer yourself to your king?” Came the deep voice behind him.

“Mmm, yesss.” Skitskurr closed his eyes as he felt the Sand King turn him over and a new warmth invade him.

Crixalis’ sticky stinger felt wondrous inside him. With each thrust, Skitskurr felt increasing pleasure, until the prodding length hit a spot that left him breathless.

“Mmmmm…stings, yes?” the Sand King said upon seeing Weaver’s reaction to having his g-spot stimulated. “I thought you’d appreciate this.”

“You… are… experienced… with… this… aren’t you?” Skitskurr asked between thrusts. He half-opened his eyes to see Crixalis lustily gazing at him.

“A king must be able to please his subjects, Skitskurr. But you’re…” Crixalis groaned, sensing he was approaching his climax, “more than just another subject to me.”

Skitskurr said nothing in response, instead closing his eyes and pushing harder against Crixalis’ body.

“Damn, Skitskurr…” Crixalis felt himself teeter on the brink. “I’m about to…” He let out a bellow as he came inside Weaver, flooding him with his hot juices.

When at last he pulled out, cum was still trickling from his tip. Skitskurr, still high from the pleasure, eyed the cock with hazy interest. Before Crixalis could react, his cock was back in Skitskurr’s mouth, every drop of cum being eagerly lapped up by the Weaver.

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself, Skitskurr,” Crixalis said, gently stroking the Weaver’s head as he finished cleaning his cock.

“Thank you for…well, everything,” Skitskurr replied, as he wrapped his arms and legs around the Sand King. “I don’t know why I was so nervous.”

Crixalis responded by hugging the Weaver tightly, interlocking their limbs and nuzzling his head against the other’s. Soon, they both fell asleep to the sound of their heartbeats, spooning together in the forest clearing.

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           “Well, I’ll, uh, see you around then?” Skitskurr asked as dawn broke.

           “Seek me out in the Scintillant Waste soon, Skitskurr. I look forward to your companionship again,” Crixalis replied as he stretched his body out in the sunlight. “And don’t tell Raigor about this.”

            “Heh, as long as you don’t tell Nyx Assassin,” Weaver replied, before shukuching away.



Written by lordthyro and Bawmba