He pushed my hand away, and then grabbed his length in his own grip and ran the head of his dick over my opening.
“Yes,” my voice moaned out.
“I’ll give you what you need,” Tomb said, while pushing the head of his dick inside of me.
My legs came up to wrap around his waist, and my hips lifted up, trying to get more of him inside, but he teased me instead. He slipped back out and slid over my wet folds, before teasing inside with just the head again.
Pissed, I reached up and pinched the skin on his pecs as hard as I could. “Fuck me,” I demanded, my voice guttural and foreign to my own ears.
He chuckled, the sound reverberating all the way down to where we were just barely connected, and then he thrust in so hard that my body slid up against the floor. A surprised gasp flew out of me, but before I could catch my breath, Tomb was yanking out and then shoving back in so hard and fast that I saw stars. Beautiful, flashing, endless stars.
I couldn’t think.
I couldn’t process anything other than the mix of stinging pain from his size, and the blooming pleasure that every scrape of his cock shaved from my insides.
“Yessss,” my voice hissed, sounding like the rasp came from the fiery pits of hell that the demon ascended from.
With his blissful penetration came my spider’s deadly thread, and it immediately latched onto Tomb’s life core. The spider pulled and fed. Her ravenous appetite purred at the taste of his smooth, smoky essence. He tasted better than every human she’d fed on. He was delicious, and she wanted more. She wanted it all.
Tomb’s dark eyes latched onto mine, and then I watched as he suddenly rippled with change. His body morphed until his skin was gone and stone was in its place, and his smirk let me know that his own demon had come out to play.
Fuck.
His cock hardened to stone inside of me, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head at the intense solidity of it. “Oh fuck.”
“My Black Widow loves my rock hard cock, doesn’t she?” he asked.
“Tomb!”
“Say it, Widdy. I need to hear you say it.”
I panted against him. “Fuck. Yes! Yes, I love it!”
“That’s my good Black Widow.”
He thrusted in harder and harder, the noises from my dripping wet pussy sounding around us.
It should’ve felt odd. Wrong. Cold. Alien. But instead, it felt so fucking good, so different than anything I’d ever experienced before, that all I could do was moan and whimper and writhe. And my spider? She felt like she was home. Like being with Tomb was exactly where she belonged.
Tomb didn’t falter. Despite his impossibly hard, smooth length now drilling into me, he didn’t once slow. And I loved it. Not just the demon inside of me, but me. Somewhere between when my demon emerged and Tomb started fucking the hell out of me, I’d turned from just a bystander to a partner taking up equal participation. Unlike the times before, the demon and I were equal. Merged. Excitement and adrenaline surged through me.
“More,” I demanded.
In reply, Tomb gripped my body and flipped me over before yanking up my hips so that my ass was pointed high into the air. And then he buried himself in my pussy so hard that a screaming orgasm tore out of me in a violent burst of shock.
My back arched up, and he immediately wrapped an arm around my front to help hold me against his chest as he continued fucking me.
I grabbed onto his arm, my fangs throbbing, but that part of him was stone too, so my sharp teeth couldn’t pierce him. My spider hissed at that, and my fangs slammed into his arm anyway, but of course, it was like biting into granite, with no give whatsoever.
“Oh gods!” I cried, the jarring sensation sending an uncomfortable pain through my skull as my fangs clanged with the force of resistance.
But I was vibrating with challenge. With being denied and having to fight for it. Unlike all of the terrorized humans, Tomb wasn’t afraid of me. He was meeting me thrust for thrust, need for need. It made everything so much more carnally exciting.
Tomb dragged his dick out of me before ramming in again, his hold on my body the only reason I didn’t go flying forward. He dropped his hand down and started pressing and pinching my clit, the move both possessive and harsh—and fucking blissful.
My angry hiss turned into a heady moan, but my spider started to tug harder on Tomb’s thread of life. I spun in his arms, somehow still keeping him inside of me, my eyes searching for any part of him that was still skin. Shoving him to the ground, I rode his cock while noting the spot at the curve of his shoulder. Licking my aching fangs, I attacked.
The tips of my fangs scraped against hot skin, but just as I was about to pierce him and get rewarded with his blood that I so badly craved, that part of him turned to stone too.
“You son of a rockcocking bitch,” I snapped, my eyes flashing with anger. I wasn’t sure if it was me or my spider talking, but I was so greedy for blood that my fangs were dripping.
Tomb’s gargoyle grinned at my spider’s insult.
A flash of fear suddenly spurred through me when his big hands grabbed me roughly by the ass, and he shoved his hips up into me, making my head fall back in pleasure. For the first time, I realized that maybe I wasn’t the only one I should fear. Tomb’s demon was strong too.
“You just remembered that I’m not a weak fly trapped in your web, didn’t you, Widdy?” he asked with dark amusement. “You remembered that you’re not the only predator here.”
In reply, my spider tugged on more of his essence,
