Wicked Webs: Black Widow's Revenge

by Coralee June

  I was spinning webs idly in our bedroom one day, since it was one of my favorite pastimes. When I was feeling frisky, I liked to write raunchy messages in them. I’d gotten so good at it that I could even create some raunchy pictures. Tomb was a big fan.

  I was busy making a particularly explicit one of all four of us that had me smirking to myself when Tomb, Crow, and Risk appeared in the doorway. They were all wearing broad smiles and taking in the sight before them.

  “Hey,” I greeted, spinning around in my web seat.

  Last time Risk was here, he mentioned Devicka was in trouble with the council. I looked at him with a question in my eyes. “The council has been dissolved,” he said as he walked up to me. He wrapped me up in a gigantic hug and pulled me up. He spun me around and around, making me dizzy before sitting me back down.

  “What do you mean?” I asked, my cheeks flushed.

  “We can go back, Motley. We can be with my daughter. We can be with everyone.”

  Excitement lit up my eyes. “We can go back?” I asked in disbelief.

  “We can go back,” Tomb promised with a nod.

  “Thank fuck,” Crow added.

  I wrapped my mates up in a group hug, squealing with excitement at the idea of seeing everyone again. It didn’t feel real. We were finally free, really free.

  “I see you’ve been busy,” Risk said as we pulled away.

  I simultaneously blushed and smirked as my mates looked at my creation. Tomb tilted his head at the inventive pose.

  “Hmm, I think a celebration is in order,” Risk said, pushing a strand of my hair away from my face as he looked at me with that heated look in his eyes that I loved. He was right. My spider and I were definitely feeling celebratory. “And our mate obviously has cocks on the brain,” he added with a smirk.

  I shrugged. “My spider is hungry.”

  “Don’t go blaming it on your spider, Wid,” Tomb replied with a chuckle. “We all know that you’re insatiable.”

  My cheeks heated again, and then Risk reached over to grasp the front of my white dress. It already dipped low in the front to reveal my cleavage since my mates liked the view, but he tugged it even lower.

  “Mmm.” He leaned forward and nipped at the swell of my breasts. Then he tugged at it until it tore down the middle, making me gasp. The fabric fell off of me in shreds, and goosebumps pebbled over my skin. I was completely naked beneath my clothes.

  Crow made a hungry noise. “You know I love it when you don’t wear panties. Makes touching that perfect pussy of yours very easy,” he said while tracing his eyes up and down my body.

  I sighed in mock annoyance. “I’ve learned not to bother with it. You all just like to rip my clothes.” I stared pointedly at the ground where my dress lay in shreds. “Case in point.”

  “I prefer you naked,” Tomb rasped.

  I preferred them naked, too. In fact, they were currently wearing far too much clothing for my tastes.

  With a smile, my spider shot webs from my fingers and pinned all three mates to the wall, side by side, with a single flick of my wrist. I watched in amusement as their expressions went from surprise to heated craving. They liked when my spider took charge. They enjoyed the feel of her silk restraining them and how I took control of their pleasure.

  Risk grinned while he pretended to struggle against his restraints. I knew that if any of them really wanted to, they could tear out of my webs and snatch me up. But it was all for fun, and they liked to see my predator come out to play.

  “Wicked Love, are we going to have some fun?” Risk asked as I slowly lowered the zipper on his pants, freeing his cock with certain fingers and a sly smile.

  I wanted to show him the sort of fun we were going to have by slowly easing his pants and underwear down his muscular thighs and tossing them to the ground. “Guess that depends on your definition of fun,” my dark voice replied as I stared at his hardening cock. It grew and grew, steel flesh greeting me with greedy desire. I loved seeing that it was already slick with precum.

  I turned to look at Crow in the middle, and his chest expanded with each sultry inhale. Tomb was looking at me in that stoic way of his while he kept impossibly still, drinking in my appearance with his heavy eyes.

  I tossed more webs toward the ceiling and then grabbed hold of the strands to pull myself up to sit on the thin threads like it was a swing. “My spider has been busy spinning,” I noted while pitching my legs back and forth so that I swung closer and then further away from them. “She’s feeling adventurous.”

  “I like it,” Risk replied.

  With a smile, I stopped my momentum, braving both feet on either side of Risk, before shifting forward to hover over his cock. Our noses brushed, and he snapped for my lips, but I moved away before his hungry mouth could crash to mine. I swung back, pushing with my legs while shooting another web toward Crow and spinning toward him.

  My malphas demon was already writhing with desire, and I hadn’t even touched him yet. “Little Spider, you look so gorgeous dancing around your webs.”

  “I like to play with my prey,” I rasped as I leaned in closer. I crawled up his body, trailing my tongue across his neck and nipping at his ear before pulling myself up and tilting backwards until I was hanging upside down and my glistening cunt was at his mouth.

  “Want a taste?” I teased.

  Crow didn’t even reply, he just leaned forward and let a long lick swipe up my wet slit. The sensation of that, along with the fact that I was hanging upside down, was such a rush that my entire body quivered.

  “Mmm. You taste sweet, Little Spider.”

  “Mmm,” I mimicked him. “Less talking, more licking.”

  He chuckled, the noise vibrating up from his chest and sinking into me as his tongue reconnected to my pussy.

  “Aren’t you gonna let us free, Wid?” Tomb asked. I looked over, noticing his dark eyes latched onto my cunt where Crow was licking me.

  “She likes to tease us,” Risk answered, his fists curling and releasing in anticipation as he watched me. He looked like he was desperately trying to restrain himself from tearing through my webs and shoving his cock into me. Tomb was rippling from stone to skin, his arousal so apparent that his erection was clearly outlined through his pants.

  I loved seeing them like this. Trapped in my webs. Hanging at my mercy. Their hands restrained, and their hungry gazes consuming my naked curves. With every second that they were forced to watch but not touch, they became more and more aroused. My lure power pulsed out of me in gentle waves, making their nostrils flare and their pupils dilate.

  “You like to be teased,” I replied, right before Crow shoved his face against me and started fucking me with his tongue. I sucked in a breath, my hair swinging down around my head as I moved.

  He was relentless, showing me exactly how he wanted his cock to slide in and out of me, and that visual alone had me growing wetter. But I wanted more. I reached over and tried to pull his head up, but he just chuckled again and continued his tongue thrusts.

  I looked over at Risk and reached my hand up to fist his cock through my webs, making him hiss out a breath. “Such a good girl stroking my cock,” he hummed, staring down at my hand as I moved it up and down. When more precum dripped out of him, I swiped a finger over it and then stuck it in my mouth, letting my tongue swirl around it.

  He watched me with hooded eyes. “You’re going to do that to my cock,” he said.

  I pulled the finger out of my mouth with a smile. “Am I?” I taunted.

  His eyes narrowed. “You are.”

  “So cocky,” I said, emphasizing the word and making an impish grin appear on his face.

  Quick as a whip, I struck fang-first, sinking my teeth into his inner thigh. He let out a groan as my vampire venom hit his system, and I groaned as his delicious, smoky blood rushed down my throat. I took a few hearty gulps before pulling away.

  “So tasty,” I said, licking his blood from my lips.

  “My cum tast
es even better,” he said with a wag of his eyebrows.

  “Mm-hmm.”

  I turned to Tomb and unzipped his pants, stroking him up and down just the way I’d done to Risk. But unlike Risk, my gargoyle’s cock shifted back and forth from hot velvety skin to smooth black stone. I was making him lose control, and it was so damn sexy.

  Crow continued to eat me out while I switched back and forth between teasing Tomb and Risk with my hands, but he was focusing entirely on my slit and tongue-fucking me, and I wanted more.

  “My clit,” I said insistently, a demand that was nearly a plea. He was ignoring it on purpose, teasing me as much as I was teasing them.

  “If you want your clit played with, then you have to let us free,” Risk replied.

  “It’s not polite to gang up on me,” I said breathlessly. I should’ve kept tormenting them to prove a point, but I was so damn needy that I couldn’t wait.

  With a small wrist movement, I loosened the bindings around Risk’s and Tomb’s arms, and they immediately broke out of the hold. Tomb reached out, grabbing hold of the webbed rope, and flipped me right side up, making me giggle as I spun.

  The blood from my head must’ve all rushed down to my pussy, because I started throbbing there as moisture gathered between my thighs. In front of me, Crow licked his lips, my arousal shiny on his scruffy jaw. The obvious sight of my juices on his face made heat rise to my cheeks.

  “Look at that,” Tomb said, reaching out a hand to skim his knuckle against my cheek. “Our mate is blushing.”

  Risk smirked. “If that’s making her blush, we clearly haven’t been doing our job lately,” he said wickedly. “I think she needs to be reminded of the many, many other filthy things we like to do to her.”

  Oh gods. I bit my lip, his words making me blush even harder.

  My three mates shared a look. Fuck, I loved that. I loved when they spoke to each other without words, and I could practically hear the dirty things they had planned for me.

  “Sit back on your swing, Wid,” Tomb instructed with that deep, gravelly tone of his that I adored.

  Swallowing hard, I gripped the ropes on either side of me and thickened the portion I was sitting on while letting the rest of my webs loosen around my men so they could slowly undress in front of me. It was one of my favorite views.

  Risk stepped forward with some of my webs looped around his arm, but when I opened my mouth to ask him what he was doing, Crow sealed his mouth to mine, swallowing my words. My eyes closed in bliss as his tongue stroked against mine. “Can you taste yourself on me?” he asked against my lips. “I fucking love how you taste. I could lick you all day.”

  He wasn’t exaggerating either. The Between gave us plenty of opportunities for my mates to spoil me with every kind of sexual thrill they could offer.

  He deepened the kiss, turning my head so that he could get me right where he wanted me. I was so into it that I didn’t even feel Risk loop webs around each of my ankles and stick the ends to the wall until my legs were suddenly pried open, leaving my pussy open wide as I hung in the air.

  My eyes flew open, and Crow stepped back, and I looked at all three of my mates as they circled around me. Gods, the view of their muscled bodies was enough to make me bite back a whimper.

  “Mmm, that’s better,” Risk purred as he looked at me, spread before them.

  I felt Tomb’s hands slide down my shoulders to my waist as he stepped up behind me, his big hands clutching the globes of my ass as he squeezed. “Much better,” he said huskily, his lips pressing against the top of my ear.

  “Please,” I said before I could stop myself.

  “I do love to hear her beg,” Risk mused.

  “What do you want, Motley?” Crow asked, his hand stroking up and down his impressive length.

  “All of you,” I answered honestly.

  He and Tomb circled around me again, until it was Tomb standing in front of me and Crow’s hands were running up and down my spine. Crow’s hands came to my hips, and he nipped my ear. “Lean back,” he said, and I did, letting my back rest against his chest.

  Tomb made a rumble of appreciation as he stared in rapt attention at me spread before him. “Like a feast laid out,” he murmured.

  “Please, Tomb,” I said, feeling needier and needier by the second.

  My gargoyle stepped forward and dragged his cock up and down my slit a few times before finally lining up with my entrance. He was big, and even after all this time and all the times we’d had sex, I still tensed as he entered me because of his size. He was thick and long and so fucking hard. With every inch, he sunk into me, his cock vacillating from skin to stone, back and forth until I was writhing and whimpering.

  When he was finally all the way in, he let out a ragged breath. “Fuck, baby. You’re clenching on my cock already.”

  I was. I couldn’t help it. My entire body was squeezing him from the inside out.

  “Well, that won’t do,” Risk tsked. “She’s going to be much fuller than that in a second, so we’d better loosen her up a bit.”

  I looked over with heavy lidded eyes as Risk stepped forward, his proud cock jutting up, and he pressed a thumb against my aching clit.

  “Yes,” I breathed, so relieved and excited to finally be touched there that I nearly wept.

  “Give me your touch, and I’ll give you mine,” he said with a devious gleam in his eye.

  I didn’t waste any time. Tomb had started to rock into me, and I wanted to come so badly. I reached down and gripped Risk’s cock, and he rewarded me by using his expert touch to circle my clit, his thumb and fingers feeling hot as fire where they brushed against me.

  I struggled to keep my eyes open as I watched Tomb’s dark length move in and out of me while Risk strummed the point of my pleasure. It was sexy and stimulating, but then I felt a slick finger probing me from behind.

  I bit my lip hard, my fangs dying to come out as I looked over my shoulder at Crow. “Ready to be filled even more?” he asked.

  I nodded, but a quick pinch to my clit had me looking back at Risk. “Use your words, Motley,” he reprimanded. He loved to hear me say dirty things—they all did.

  “I’m ready,” I said breathlessly.

  “Ready for what exactly?” he questioned, his thumb pressing against my clit in rough strokes.

  Gods, it felt fucking fantastic.

  “Umm…” I lost my train of thought for a moment when I felt Crow add a second finger to my ass, and my body clenched again, making Tomb hiss out a curse.

  Risk pinched my clit to regain my attention, making me cry out in delicious pain and ecstatic pleasure. “Answer me,” he demanded. A thrill shot through me.

  “I’m ready for Crow’s cock in my ass,” I admitted, feeling my cheeks heat all over again.

  “Hmm, there’s that blush again,” Risk said quietly.

  I was shifted slightly on my web swing, my upper body gently pushed forward as Crow’s cock started to enter me from behind.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted, feeling the sting of his entry as his slick head pushed into me. We’d done this many times before, but it still burned with pleasure. I loved the fullness of their cocks inside of me.

  “Relax,” Risk whispered, drawing my attention back to his perfect attentions to my clit as Crow continued to work into me. Tomb struggled to stay still, his cock jerking inside of me at the effort not to thrust. “Feel how we fill you up, Wicked Love? You like having us all at your mercy, pumping into you, don’t you?”

  “Yes,” I whimpered. “I want all of you.”

  Risk gleamed. There was nothing like feeding from all of them at once. Their essence was a feast for my spider, and our bond felt tangible when all four of us were writhing with lightning hot pleasure. My body contracted when Tomb started to move in and out as Crow’s cock pushed in the last inch. They all stroked my body, teasing my nipples, working my clit, kissing my neck, until I was loose and languid and ready for more. They were so in tune with my body tha
t they knew just the right moment to start moving. They timed their thrusts in perfect synchronicity. There was a frenzy of energy surrounding us, building up, and I fed in slow sips, relishing in their beautiful essences. It just needed Risk’s cock to be complete.

  I shot more webs out, coiling them around Crow and Tomb. I twisted my webs, lifting us until my gargoyle was parallel with the ground and I was riding him. I draped my body over Tomb’s chest so that Crow could continue to pump into my ass from behind, his hands wrapped around my neck. The light squeeze of his palm made my mouth part open in bliss. I could feel my pulse against the padding of his fingers, roaring on that edge of control and release.

  “You want to suck my cock, Wicked Love?” Risk asked as more webs slipped from me. I wrapped them around his body, using them to hoist my demon mate up until his silky cock was brushing against my lips. “Open for me.”

  “No,” I replied cheekily while clamping my lips closed.

  I spun more webs, wrapping them around Risk’s wrists and yanking his hands behind his head. I spread his legs and designed cutting threads across his chest. I had him pinned again, constricted by my interlacing fabric with his dick poised at my mouth. Risk smirked, loving my challenging move of dominance. He led our family so often that nothing got him off more than surrendering to me.

  “Wicked Love, open that pretty mouth for me,” he said, and still I shook my head. Crow came in for the assist though, and started diving into my ass with a grunt, making my body buck forward and my lips part open for a scream laced with lust.

  My scream was muffled as Risk’s dick stuffed my mouth. I moaned as the taste of him hit my tongue and I licked the head of it up and down with my tongue. I devoured his molten heat, whimpering at the dual taste of control and cock.

  I loved having all three of them inside of me. I was riding Tomb’s concrete cock beneath me as Crow thrust into me from behind. Risk was suspended above me, his hard dick sliding up and down my tongue. It was erotic and exciting and so fucking perfect. I had never felt more full—more content. My spider clamped down on more of their sexual essence, feeding from each of them as we rocked in her web.