An All Consuming Love For Halloween

This is an entry into the HALLOWEEN 2024 contest.

She was dark and beautiful, mysterious and alluring. She seemed to set her sights on me, and from that moment, I couldn't escape if I wanted to. And I didn't want to. She was a dream. The dream one of which we all went through as 13-year-olds.

From her magnificent breasts to her spider like waist, over a hip and an ass that could make men cream just by looking, she was a walking wet dream. When she came up to me and asked me to dance, the jaws on my friends all dropped. As did mine. I was a lummox, 6'5" of dumb; worse, clumsy dumb, who barely could tie his shoes. I was just smart enough to know how dumb I am.

And my face showed all the fights I'd lost. Because of my size, everyone thought I'd be a fierce boxer, with a great arm reach. How could I lose? Well, by being slow and dumb, which left me with a squashed nose, cauliflower ears, and a face full of scar tissue. My eyes were so battered, I looked like a picture of a Cro-Magnon man.

But she took me out to the dance floor, and made me feel like Don Juan, Fred Astaire, and Errol Flynn, rolled into one. She laughed along with me, instead of at me, when I tried to joke. She somehow made me feel like I was gliding on air on the dance floor; not once did I step on her shoes, or on mine!

And best of all, at the end of the dance, she pulled down my head for a deep kiss, then looked me in the eye and asked, "Shall we leave now, or do I have to dance some more with you before taking you home?" I'm dumb and slow, but not that dumb and slow. We left.

She had an apartment up on Nob Hill, in an old Victorian, with a great view of the bay and the bridges. Not that I noticed that night. The view of the Twin Peaks she offered me was better than any view the skyline of San Francisco could ever offer.

My one asset came in handy. I had stamina. It was almost 9 AM before she called it quits, which was good by me. I was drained.

But she was energized, cheerfully making me a Michelin level breakfast. She laughed happily as I ate like a starving man. Some girls aren't at their best after a night of sex, but Ariadne was even more gorgeous in morning. She glowed.

I didn't want the day to end, but like I said, I'm dumb but not stupid. I knew that soon she'd be wondering how to get the lummox out of her house. I stood up and said, "Well, I guess I better go, now. It was real fun, Are-rey-need." Damn, I could not remember how the hell to pronounce her name.

She looked sadly at me. "Just call me Ari." She tilted her head and asked morosely, "Don't you like me? I thought you might want to stay."

My mouth hung open. I closed it when I felt drool threatened to pour out. "Stay? Are you kidding? You want me to stay?"

Ari threw herself into my arms and kissed me. She laughed happily. "Yes, I want you to stay. Welcome to my web, lover!"

Before the week was out, I'd moved in with her. As I was moving out of my old place, my friends couldn't believe it. They kept looking at Ari and then looking at me, shaking their heads. "I don't get it," several of them said.

Ari glared at them and told me not to pay any attention. "You're perfect for me." She gave me a quick kiss. "You won't be seeing them again, anyway," she said. "You're going to be too busy making love to me."

It was wonderful. I'd never been more contented. Anything I wanted, even before I knew I wanted it, Ari got for me or did for me. She was wealthy and didn't work. I liked working and resisted her entreaties for me to quit, but it seemed to upset her, so I finally gave in. We were together 24/7 and my stamina was put to the test every day.

I'm slow, but after two months of daily sex, even I began to wonder. "Are you pregnant?" I asked one day. I'd been waiting to see how much she'd change at her time of the month. I mean, girlfriends who liked me a lot less than Ari had thrown me out when I said the wrong thing during their time, and I didn't want to screw up with this girl. I mean, even I knew the jokes about wealthy nymphos who owned a liquor store. Sure, as far as I knew Ari didn't have a store, but still, I'd won the golden ticket. I really didn't want to fuck it up.

Ari gave her musical laugh. "No, sweetie. I don't get pregnant like that. In fact, I don't' menstruate at all. So, we can fuck non-stop. Don't you love it?"

I was too embarrassed to ask what "men straight" was. I was straight. She don't do straight men? I was puzzling it out when she took my penis into her mouth. I forgot what I was thinking about.

The one time she got mad at me, it was about her mole. It was a large mole, almost an inch across, and looked like it had a hole in the center. When I accidently touched it, she jumped and told me it was sensitive and fragile, so I should leave it alone.

How could a mole be fragile? I didn't really care, but it was sensitive. That was important. One of the things several girls had taught me was to be careful with the sensitive bits, but a gentle caress would turn them on.

But one day, when we were doing doggy, I gently caressed the mole to add to her excitement. It added to it all right. Before I knew it, Ari had jumped around, pushed me down (that girl is surprisingly strong), and was slapping me silly.

"I TOLD YOU NOT TO TOUCH MY MOLE, GOD DAMN IT." She was so angry, she was spitting.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." I kept repeating. When she finally calmed down, my face hurt much more than after any of my losing prize fights. I tried to explain that I only wanted to make her feel good, and what the other girls had said, and that I wouldn't do it anymore.

Like a switch had been thrown, Ari was suddenly cuddling with me and stroking my now limp dick. "I'm sorry, honey," she said, "it's just that I told you not to touch it. You have to listen to what I say, not to what some slut told you in the past. Okay?"

"Okay," I replied. After that, my hands didn't come within a foot of that mole, if I could help it.

It was Halloween, the first Halloween in my adult life that I didn't go out to a party. Ariadne wasn't feeling well, but said she was still hornier than heck and wanted to stay home and have me make her feel better. When I looked confused, she smiled and said, "I need you to fuck me, Donny." I was all for that. Even after several months, sex with my girl was still fantastic. I don't know how she did it, but it was always like the first time.

Tonight, she wanted oral from me, and I was more than happy to comply. Not only did it only seem fair after all the head she'd given me, but she was sweet, not honey sweet but lighter, flowerier, somehow. The scent reminded me of a field of jasmine.

I was licking up and down her vulva when my sensitive tongue felt what seemed like a hair. This was odd because Ari didn't have any hair below her neck. She never had stubble, so I assumed she'd had laser treatments.

When I looked, there was a long black hair coming out of her vaginal hole and lying on her labia. As I looked, it moved. Then several more hairs began appearing. As I watched in horror, the hairs were revealed to be legs as the body of a pale, white spider followed them out of Ari's vagina.

As I drew in a breath to scream, the spider jumped forward and bit my tongue, which instantly when numb. I could hardly breathe as the numbness spread through my mouth.

I watched as 5 more spiders climbed out her vagina as Ariadne moaned through what seemed like the biggest orgasm I'd ever seen her experience. The arachnids rushed all over my body, biting here and there.

Ariadne shivered as she recovered from her climax. Then she sat up and smiled at me. "Thank you, Donny. You were perfect. You gave everything our girls needed." Even paralyzed, my face must have shown some change of expression, because she seemed to feel compelled to explain.

"Girls? Yes, they are all female. If they had any brothers, they would have made their first meal out of them. My species doesn't need males. That's what our human partners are for. You were perfect. First you fertilized my egg sack, then provided the protein our girls needed to form and grow. Now they're ready to go into their pupal stage.

"Yes, we're holometabolous, like many insects. It'll take over a month for our girls to reach enough size and weight to metamorphosize, but luckily, they'll have enough food to last that long."

As she was speaking, her arms had seemed to dislocate and reorient behind her. They were moving side to side. I saw that they were becoming lined with a shiny, silver substance. When she turned, I saw that she was pulling a strand of the silvery material from her mole, wrapping it between her two hands like a strand of yarn. She saw me looking and smiled.

"Yes, that's my spinneret. If you had damaged it, we would have never been able to form the cocoon for our babies." She laid down the webbing, and made a clicking sound from her mouth, from which two fangs now protruded.

In response to the clicking, the six spiderlings rushed towards my open mouth and hurried down my throat. Ari gently closed my mouth with her hand as the last of our daughters went in. "Now, I'm going to inject some venom into you. It will leave you conscious, for which I apologize. Apparently, nature needs that for you body to continue functioning. But it will put you in a Nirvana state and you won't feel your children feeding or growing.

"Once the girls get to be around 8 or 9 pounds, they'll go to sleep and metamorphize into their human form. When they awake, they'll finish consuming you. From then on, I'll bring home lovers. Most I won't screw, although you know how much I love it, so some I'll enjoy, but all of them I'll inject with enough venom to put them into a dream state overnight. During their sleep, the kids will feed on their blood. In the morning, they'll see a few hickeys on their bodies and think they had a wonderful night of sex.

"It will only take a year or so for the children to reach what appears to be a mature human form. At that point, I'll lose all maternal instinct and kill them if they don't hurry out of my territory. They'll have to establish their own place in the world. Luckily, my memories and knowledge are part of the instincts they'll inherit, so they'll be well prepared to find their way." She smiled, almost maternally, at the thought of her prodigy going out into the world. "Then, in another 10 years or so, I'll produce another egg sack and put more babies out into the world."

All this time, she'd been weaving her strands around me, pulling more and more strands from her spinneret. I found out how strong she was as she lifted me with one arm to knit the web around me. Sooner than I would have thought, I was wrapped up like a mummy, with only my head exposed.

"In a few minutes, the babies' venom should wear off enough for you to whisper. You won't be able to breathe deeply enough to scream, so don't even try. But before I bite you, I need your banking, internet and email passwords and logons. No reason to leave any money in the bank for you, is there now?"

I tried to speak but couldn't. Ten minutes later, when I found that I could, with an effort, speak a little, I whispered, "Fuck you!" A futile, impotent effort, but shit, after what she'd done to me, at least I could refuse to give her my small bank account.

She smiled, a smile that now revealed her arachnid nature somehow. "Fine. I just won't bite you until you tell me." She left, laughing her musical laughter.

I thought I'd at least struck a small blow, when a few hours later I began to feel what the children were doing. They were eating me, from the inside out. I screamed. Of course, when you can't breathe deeply, a scream is more of a wheeze than anything else.

But Ari heard me and came into the room. "You ready, sweetie? You know, it hurts me to see you suffer. Tell me all your secrets and I'll slip you into nirvana."

I blabbed, telling her even about my investment account she knew nothing about, the one set up when my mother had died. It took a while, because every minute I felt more of the "kids'" tugs and bites. But finally, Ariadne sank her fangs into my neck, and a wonderous numbness spread through me.

Ari told me I'd not lose consciousness, but I would be in a permanent state of post-climactic bliss. I will admit, it felt wonderful.

I think I was smiling as Ari finished wrapping my head with her weave, shutting me in, alone now with my children.