The Spider checking its web finds several moths that wandered in and—oh!—a fairy too. Must save that one for a special occasion, yes.
What else, what else… Hey, is that…?
Ah, yes, it is! A familiar sight, a pretty creature in loose-fitting black robes, a priestess.
Not just any priestess, a very special one, this girl.
She struggles in such a beautifully insincere way, web clinging to her robes and pulling at them to expose her enticing body, her pathetic mewling only serving to draw the Spider’s attention.
The way her eyes widen when the stars disappear overhead, eclipsed by the looming bulk of her Goddess, the way her body trembles with that perfect mix of fear and desire, it is no wonder at all how she became the Spider’s very favorite.
She knows she doesn’t need to beg for what comes next, but she does anyway. It’s among her more endearing traits, and the Spider doesn’t make her wait long before sinking its fangs into her soft skin and filling her with the venom she craves.
Her movements slow, her head empties, and a thin trickle of drool slips past her lips in a decadent show of helplessness.
It runs its pedipalps over her skin, savoring how soft and smooth and sweet this creature is.
The Spider wraps her in silk, then wraps her again in its many limbs, pulling her close to itself and enjoying her warmth.
The rest of what’s coming to her can wait till later. For now, the Spider desires only to treasure the closeness of its favorite priestess.