A Spider in the Closet

A Spider Web in the Closet

It was a normal day. I had arrived at the club, and was curious to find myself the first member there.
“Hmm. That’s unusual I guess.” I say to myself while staring out the window.
“I’m not typically the first one to ge—“
The door slams wide open. It’s Yuri.
“Hi Yuri!”
She breathes heavily. Her eyelids are half closed and she kind of stares through me. She then turns around and closes the door slowly. Locking it with a solid —click—. Grabbing a nearby chair, she barricades the door. She then turns to face me and brandishes the knife she had kept hidden until now. The blood in my body goes cold instantly. My vision travels from the blade up to her face. She’s wearing an insane smile and her eyes are locked onto me. No longer carrying that half-awake look, her huge eyes fire out to molest me. Her gaze wildly snaps from one part of my body to the next. It’s as if she can’t decide where to strike first.
“Y-Yuri?”
“Get in the closet.”
“Now!”
My body quickly follows her order. With my back turned to her, I hastily walk into the room’s larger, built-in closet. Hurrying, I close the door shut and crouch down low as if to hide from something. Am I really afraid of her? What the hell is going on? This is obviously some kind of joke that I have taken too seriously. Why would Yuri ever do something like this? My thoughts can’t calm me down. The look Yuri had was too much for a simple prank. Just as my breathing starts to become normal, I hear the start of footsteps working their way to the closet. I cover my mouth in fear I will scream. My mind is going hysterical. All reason has left me. My blood squirms through my veins and my head pounds, trying franticly to warn me of the coming terror. Somehow I know she will kill me. There isn’t any doubt in my mind. Yuri is truly going to end my life here and now. The moment she reaches the closet door, I’ll—
The door creaks open.
The light shows me her terrifying, beautiful smile.
The light shows me her knife.
I look away and foolishly hope she didn’t see me. To my disbelief she actually closes the door and there is a brief silence. My hopes are shattered by a loud thud at the top of the closet door. A chip of wood flies past my face and light peers in. Before I have time to think, I hear another thud. This time I see the source of the disturbance. It’s Yuri’s knife. The blade is pulled back out, and more light floods in. A third and final puncture marks the flimsy door. When the blade is pulled out, the light shows me Yuri’s eyes, staring straight in my direction. I can’t help but to relax slightly. Yuri’s eyes are unusually striking and there isn’t a hint of that frightening face she had made just moments ago. Maybe she’s calming down? My naive thoughts break once again when the door cracks. There Yuri stands looking down at me while holding the knife. The dreadful smile spread across her red face is perhaps even more terrifying than it was previously. She takes a step in, and closes the door behind her. Still standing above me, I lie motionless on the floor with my back partially propped up against one of the two shorter walls of the closet.
“Sorry about that.”
Here voice sounds different. It’s undeniably Yuri, but something is off. I try to think of the answer but only one word flows through my mind: Spider. Yuri sounds like a spider. I’m not sure how I know what a talking spider would sound like, or what it even means to sound like one. But my mind is fixated on the word and insists that Yuri actually resembles a spider too. Before my head manages to break itself in a fit of stupidity, Yuri draws my attention again by opening her mouth to speak.
“I had to bring some light in here. I want to see the look in your eyes when it happens.”
My heart skips a beat. Somehow, it doesn’t feel so important now, but she really is going to kill me. The spider descends towards her prey with the same wicked smile. She’s on top of me now.  Her knife is at my throat. Her breathing become more frantic. Mine is already frenzied. Her left hand forces me to slide down until my back is flat against the floor. She’s piercing me with those eyes. It’s too much to handle, but I can’t look away. Those purple gems of hers draw me in so much I’m almost enjoying this end. The violet lights flicker and move closer to my face. Just when I feel the crystals can’t get any closer, I sense something moving on my lower face. Looking down, I see Yuri’s soft lips against mine. Carefully, she begins to pry my lips apart and slither her conquering tongue into me. The puzzling sight and delightful feeling causes my body to jolt upwards spastically. Yuri’s knife suddenly presses deeper against my throat and a small slither of blood rolls to the floor beside my neck. Reminded of my position in this twisted arrangement, I quickly relax my body and allow Yuri to take on full control. The only reason I still breathe is because she remains entertained with my body. The blade rises and I am given more room to relax.
“Now, now.”
Her soft whispers ease my body even further.
“You’re not going anywhere.”
She presses her face closer for another round. This time, I’m fully conscious the exact moment our lips meet. My heart is pounding. I know what comes next. Our lips part, and her tongue sneaks its way in again. Mine reaches out to hers willingly. I’m excited. She’s exploring my mouth fully. My tongue is her eager guide. She moves in one way, and I dance around to feel every inch of her. I become a little more daring. My tongue starts to reach inside of her. She doesn’t seem to mind. I push through all the way and to my surprise she welcomes me in. I’m ecstatic. I explore the same way she did, and she gives me the same hospitable dance.
At some point she gets bored and raises her head away. I almost chase after her but stop myself quickly. Remembering the knife— remembering my place, I ease my head back down. Her breathing is still a bit heavy, but she has quickly collected herself. I’m slower to change, but I’m still following behind her.
“I want to try something I’ve been thinking about recently.”
“It probably won’t play out as well as it did in my head, but I don’t care.”
I listen attentively for instruction.
With her left hand she presses my mouth open. Getting closer she prepares herself too.
“I want you to give me your breath. I want my lungs to sustain themselves off of your air.”
“Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
She puts her mouth to mine and starts to breath in, taking the air from my lungs. Then she exhales through her nose. I do the opposite.
I’m doing my best. I’m trying to give her air that hasn’t been used up by me yet. However, I still haven’t fully recovered from early and my breathing is off. I try breathing faster but I only make myself lightheaded. I start to screw up more and my part of the cycle becomes and awful mess. She lifts her head up. She has a blank expression and her eyes say she’s almost hurt.
“I-I’m— I’m s-sorr—“
I can’t even speak. I’m still lightheaded. I sound pathetic, so I try to stay silent.
She lifts the blade up and lets it hover over my eye. The change in its position make me feel threatened again. I had almost forgotten it was there.
”Put your arms down at your sides.”
“Now lay on top of them.”
I obey. She positions herself up onto me so that her knees are preventing my upper body from moving entirely. This shouldn’t bother me much considering she’s held me at knifepoint thus far. But it puts me on edge even so.
“Y-Yuri?”
I glance at the knife, still held dangerously close over my eye. I shift my gaze over to her.
“I’ll show you what I wanted. That way you can understand how I feel. Maybe—“
She hesitates. It’s the first glimpse I’ve seen of the Yuri I’m used to since she entered the room a few minutes ago.
“Maybe we can try it again on me later. Once you understand.”
I don’t try to make sense of what she’s saying or thinking. I just wait.
Yuri gently puts the knife down besides the two of us. Then, she reaches for my throat and calmly adds pressure. I very quickly react to the sensation of having my air cut off. I squirm and groan franticly to let her understand I’m already well beyond my limit. Her grip only tightens on my neck. I start to lose trust in Yuri. She said she wanted to try this again later, so she couldn’t want me dead. But the look in her eyes and the pain exploding in my chest tell me not to believe her. I give what little power I have left to my legs and do my best to move upwards. I manage to lift my lower body up in an attempt to move into a better position. Yuri’s body just floats on mine. I travel a small distance with her until I hit my head against the wall. I try rocking sideways but it’s of no use. The closet floor is too cramped and cluttered to allow any realistic chance of escape. I am completely at Yuri’s mercy. My life is literally in her hands, and she still happily chooses to close down on it. Although I’ve been somewhat aware of it for a while, I’ve only just now acknowledged that I’m hard. What’s more, my shaft has been pressed against her and is curving inwards just slightly while under her weight. I guess I’m enjoying this too. My mind is going blank. I’m almost done. I look into Yuri’s eyes and see that she is really, truly in ecstasy. My desperate worming must have amused her. But there is a bit more to it than that. She seems to be waiting in anticipation for something. My death? My mind fades away. Yuri’s precious crystal eyes are the last thing I see before I completely succumb to my mortality.
Reality starts to set back in. I have vision, but can’t make sense of things fully. I see Yuri’s mouth against mine, but feel nothing, hear nothing. Suddenly my senses return fully. I at once react to the ripping in my chest and burst out coughing and wheezing for air. Before I can fully inhale my first full breath of air, Yuri’s hands are back around my throat and squeezing desperately.
“Not yet! Let me do it!”
She takes a deep breath and swiftly puts her mouth back on mine. She hastily releases her grip and gives me her air. Again and again she repeats this cycle. Only letting me breathe her air. The same air that traveled through her. Deep inside Yuri’s soft, harm parts. That is where this air came from. From inside Yuri. The same air that brought me back. The same air that’s keeping me alive. I’m alive because of Yuri. I’d be dead if I wasn’t breathing the same air as Yuri!
I love Yuri!
I’d want to be dead if I couldn’t breathe the same air as Yuri!
I love Yuri!
She releases me from her loving embrace and lets me breath on my own. She’s hovering over me and I’m uncontrollably gasping.
“Do you understand now?”
I nod my head in agreement. I’m unable to speak, but my expression tells it all.
She smiles back at me as she takes another deep breath. A small amount of saliva has accumulated on her mouth. I catch a glimpse of it as it falls and hits my face. Another drop primes itself in the same spot. This time I move my head slightly and part my lips by the smallest fraction so as to let the drop slide into my mouth.
I want more of Yuri inside of me.
She seems to take notice of this. I can tell she’s pleased.
“I want to go further. Are you up for it?”
I nod once again in agreement, but she is already unbuttoning her pants.
Her demands are starting to seem more like requests now. Come to think of it, she seems more like the real Yuri now too. Maybe it was a passing fit of hysteria? Maybe she planned this all out and just now got what she wanted? I don’t care either way!
I start to unbutton my pants as well but my fingers are slow and my hands are shaking. Yuri finishes for me. She isn’t patient enough to remove the clothing. She wants it now. My member is still hard and shoots up the moment it’s revealed. She steadily positions herself above my manhood and starts to lower herself to me. There is some resistance, but she quickly fixes and readjusts herself to carefully slide in. I can see the pain in her face. Despite this, she tries to move. I can tell it’s too much for her. She stops abruptly and pulls out. Sliding away from me, she lies down half on her side, and ready’s herself for me to come to her. She invites me over with a very timid look. Almost like she’s scared I’ll walk away right here and now. The spider is completely gone. This is the Yuri I know. It’s like she is no longer content with forcing herself on me. She wants me to readily make pursuit of her. I move towards her. With a worried smile on her face, she lifts her leg to welcome me. I carefully enter her again and resist the urge to move. From the side, I make way up to her face and start to kiss her. I’m trying to give her time to get ready. After a few minutes of waiting, I start to move my hips. I notice the discomfort in her face. I move slowly. I want to be gentle with Yuri. After a while, Yuri whispers to me to let me know I can pick up the pace. I increase my speed ever so slightly and notice the pain in her face shoot up again. I keep that pace and limit myself from going any harder. I feel her zipper press against my crotch during the forward motion of a thrust. I ignore the momentary discomfort and keep moving. I’m reaching closer to climax. Yuri can tell. My breathing is getting heavy. Her own heavy breathing becomes less noticeable. Instead, the sound of her inhaling and exhaling are both replaced with blissful little giggles. But her face tells me she’s still in some pain. I feel the tension swell up inside me and I spend myself abruptly. I gasp for air. Once again, my mind is overwhelming me. Yuri moves up beside me and embraces me from behind. Slowly, she takes my hand and leads it to her lower belly, humming all the while. She doesn’t have to say anything. I know what she means. I feel her and smile back at her to let her know I’m happy too.
We leave the closet together and fix ourselves up as best we can. There’s blood and other unmentionable fluids stained onto us both. I look at the clock. Club time is just about over and anyone who would have tried to enter the room gave up long ago. We might have some explaining to do tomorrow. Or maybe even tonight. That is, if anyone gets a good look at us while we’re like this. Yuri brushes up beside me and I embrace her and give her a loving kiss. Neither of us say anything. We’ve scarcely said anything all evening. We start to walk home together, while keeping each other warm on a beautiful night. The silence breaks.
“Yuri?”
“Yes?”
“I—“
“I want to write a poem, together with you. About tonight. About what happened and how it felt. For both of us.”
She smiles at me.
“I'd love to write another.”