Winter Arachne Greentext

>Relaxing in your living room
>It's evening now, the twilight beginning to surround seep through the window
>The warm light from your fireplace gently flickers and dances with the shadows
>The smell of wood smoke fills the room, a gentle crackle and the occasional pop following with it
>The past few days you've been reading a book in your spare time, engrossing yourself in the pages
>You stand and walk to your bookshelf, running a finger along their spines
>The space the book you were reading usually occupies is empty
>You search about the room, thinking you might have misplaced it
>A loud thump from above you breaks your concentration
>Confused you look above you, the ceiling giving you no answers
>Maybe it was just the house settling you tell yourself
>The search for your book now abandoned you sit back into the soft comfort of your couch
>The soft glow of the fire warms your skin like a blanket, your eyes beginning to droop
>Outside the house, a heavy snow begins to fall, the occasional flakes landing on the window sill
>It's mesmerizing in the fire light, and soon enough the comforting blackness of sleep greets your weary eyes
>Only to be snatched away by another loud thump from above
>You sit up rapidly, looking up at the ceiling in worry
>Whatever is up there sounded big, big enough to be a person
>A thousand horrible possibilities grip your mind, and you shake them away like the snow in the wind
>Standing now, you move across the room and up the stairs, the simple wood door to the attic awaiting your arrival
>With a nervous swallow you open the door, the oppressing dark your only greeting
>You glance behind you, the soothing warmth of the fireplace seemingly miles away
>You're about to rethink your plan when another thump reverberates through the walls
>Swallowing your fear you step forward, blindly flailing about for the light switch
>Your hands become wrapped in a cobweb adorning the switch, a shudder running up your spine
>You flick the switch with some effort, the webs doing their best to restrain you
>The light flickers once and fades, leaving only your heartbeat as company
>The more you struggle against the web the less you can move your hand, your arm now becoming affixed to the wall
>The thump returns once more, followed by a creaking of the floorboards
>The noises move towards you like a wall, your heart leaping to your throat as your stomach twists into knots
>A smooth voice from the dark caresses your ears, the hairs on your neck standing up
"Oh, who is it that has stumbled into my web~?"
>You stumble backwards in fear, closing the door on accident, whatever light had followed you from below leaving
>With as much strength as you can muster you manage to free your arm, now grasping wildly for the doorknob
>The creaking floorboards sound like they're right behind you
>You fling open the door in panic, the light making you squint as it returns
"Achhhh that's bright!"
>The voice from before sounds a lot less scary now, any hint of confidence gone
>This thought barely crosses your mind as one of your feet slips out from under you, sending you down the stairs
>You're slow to wake, as if pulling yourself from the mire of a bad dream
>The fire is low, nothing more than embers and heat now
>The lamp beside the couch is still lit, and outside the winds now howl and scream, throwing the snow about wildly
>Your memories of the attic hit you like a wave, and your heart begins to dance
>You sit up, breathing heavily and looking towards the stairs, the hall light still on
>You stand up slowly, debating whether or not to go and check if the door is open
>Though every alarm bell in your head is screaming at you not to, you step forward tentatively
>As you close with the corner, more horrible thoughts claw into your brain
>You push them down as you turn the corner, the closed simple door greeting you
>You let out the breath you were holding, turning back to look at the couch
>Maybe it was all a bad dream
>You start to move back to the couch, your eyes drifting around the room
>Everything is in it's place, though the hallway leading to your room looks particularly dark
>As you ponder why, the darkness moves forward, a large shape moving into the light
>You stumble back, losing your footing and ending up sitting against the couch
>Before you is a spider girl, her proportions becoming more and more clear
>Her lower half was a deep brown, almost like the bark of an oak, a fine fur across her abdomen
>Her upper half was nothing less than stunning, a black skirt covering her waist, a ribbed turtleneck sweater covering her ample chest
>She clearly wasn't young, a maturity to her features in an almost motherly look
>The human eyes on her face were a dark green, the two other pair of spider like eyes almost iridescent
>You look at her, breathing heavily, about ready to flee
>You weren't sure what was more worrying, that she had somehow gotten into your house, or that she was now right next to you
>You were about to speak, when she thrust her arms in front of her, a book clasped in her hands
>The book you had been looking for earlier in fact
>Confusion was your only answer to the situation, a nervous laugh escaping you
>She looked at you, a blush creeping across her cheeks, before turning her face away to look at the wall
"I finished the book"
>You looked at her, unable to comprehend the turn of events
"You can have the book back. Y-your book back.."
>Her voice trailed off as she finished her sentence, becoming nothing more than a mumble by the last words
>Slowly you took the book from her hands, looking down at the cover as your mind raced
>You looked back up at her, her gaze still directed at the wall, her blush far more present now
>She glanced at you, meeting your gaze for a moment as she looked back at the wall, crossing her arms beneath her ample bosom
"It's warm in here, it's nicer than the attic."
>She moved past you, around the couch and towards the fireplace out of your view
>You stood up slowly, setting the book next to the lamp and turning to look at her
>She was reaching into the stove, setting down new logs and coaxing flames from the embers
>The shadows danced around her, casting light around her at random angles
>Her hair kept her face from view, the long straight black locks covering either side
>The familiar crackle and popping filled the room once more, as she walked to the couch and sat down, ignoring the situation entirely
>You walked around the couch, glancing at the window
>The snow outside continued to pile up, the moonless night eating whatever light strayed too far from the fire
>The wind whipped and howled, gusting harder and harder
>You sat across from her, in a chair underneath the window
>She looked at you with a blank face, the blush in her cheeks betraying her stoic face
>The silence continued for some time before her silken voice cut through it
"I didn't mean to scare you. I mean I meant to scare you, but not for you to get hurt. I read that line in a book and I thought it would work but then the door shut and things fell apart"
>She looked down at the floor as you looked at her
>She opened her mouth again, only to be cut off by the screaming of the wind, the power leaving the lamp and the hall lights
>The fire was now the only light, flickering between the two of you
>In the semi dark she looked you saw her move, muttering something about heat
>Her arms grabbed the bottom of her sweater, lifting it over her head in one smooth motion
>Her breasts bounced, shadows playing across her pale skin as she dropped the sweater at her side
>You could feel the blood rush to your groin, her gaze moving over your face
>She stood, before slowly approaching
>Her breasts bounced ever so slightly with each step, a soft look in her eyes
"You know it gets really lonely in the attic, and cold."
>She finally arrived in front of you, lowering herself to eye level
"And the fire only lasts so long, before we're left to dance in the dark"
>Her hands moved deftly, unzipping your pants and slipping them down to your ankles
>Her touch was gentle and soft, the trailing of her fingers across your thigh running through your body like an electric current
>She looked up at you, biting her lip slightly as she grabbed the waistband of your underwear
"I've waited so long for someone to share things with, watched the seasons go by and the owners change. You though, you're not escaping my web so easy"
>With her declaration finished, she pulled down your underwear
>Her eyes still locked with yours, she slowly moved down lower, dragging her breasts along your body
>Before finally she stopped next to your now full length
"I expected you to scream, and yell, to say I was an ugly monster, yet here you sit with a present for me"
>Her hands moved from your thighs to your member, her skin warm and soft
>She moved almost painfully slow, biting her lip once more as the two of you continued to stare at each other
>Time seemed to stretch forever, the only company the fading flames and the woman before you
>By now her hands were slick, her movements gaining speed
>Your mind felt fuzzy, the pleasure overwhelming you
"Now the spider eats the fly"
>With that, her movements changed, her hands moving faster and faster
>Her eyes never left yours as she lowered her mouth over your length, greedily licking every inch
>Her mouth was hot and slick, her head moving rapidly as she squeezed and tugged
>With every passing moment you felt your finish growing closer
>As if she could sense it, her movements grew increasingly desperate, a low moan vibrating around your shaft as she sucked and licked
>Your hands found their way to her hair, clasping handfuls of the soft stuff as she bobbed back and forth
>You almost blacked out as you finished, you could feel the suction as she greedily swallowed over and over
>She pulled her face away with a pop, a hungry smile on her lips
>No words had to be spoken to understand, as you stood from the chair, her hands pulling you to the center of the room
>To your left the fire was low, the dim light illuminating her side
>She pushed you down roughly, yanking her skirt off as if a passing thought
>You could feel the heat between her legs from inches away
>She sat her weight on you, trapping your member between her and your stomach
>The heat from her body was incredibly pleasing, though her movements more so
>She moved back and forth, grinding skin against skin as she grinned down at you
>Her breasts bounced, droplets of sweat running across her pale skin
>You reached up, grasping her soft mounds and eliciting a soft moan from her, the volume of her outbursts steadily increasing as you squeezed and rubbed
>Her nipples rubbed against your palm, and with every pinch of them you sent her shuddering
>Her eyes were glazed over as she deftly slipped your length inside her, your movements syncing up as you both frantically moved
>Her face twisted with pleasure and her mouth hung open, her scream of pleasure drowning out the howling of the wind as you finished inside her
>Her muscles spasmed, pulling every drop deeper inside her
>Spent, she collapsed atop you, her breasts against your chest, a smile warmer than the fire on her face
"I think I caught the perfect fly"