Anansi, Continued

Written by Toluwani

The apartment was dark and silent when they entered and smelled sweetly of sandalwood. Being home calmed Anansi immensely. She had secured her prey. She shut the door softly and turned on the LED lights to a deep red. 

“Shoes off, please.”

“Yes, madame.” 

Anansi led Crystal away from the door, closer to her room.

“Would you like anything to drink?”

“No, madame. I just want you, madame.” 

Anansi growled under her breath and swept Crystal off her feet, lifted her onto her shoulder, and slapped her ass. Crystal squealed. Anansi slapped her ass again, twice in a row this time, and carried her into her room. 

“Please fuck me, madame,” Crystal whined. 

Anansi set her down on her feet and commanded, “Take off your clothes.” Crystal obeyed. 

Anansi dimmed the lights and stripped herself as well. She was strong and toned, with broad shoulders. Her blood pumped so quickly through her thick veins it looked like her arms and thighs were pulsing. Hidden under her locs were dark tattoos that slid all over her back—Adinkra symbols that told her origin story. Her hips were wide from many years of birthing. Her breasts were large, full, and plump; the areolas, dark and wide; nipples thick. She had no toenails on her large feet, only thick scaly skin. 

Crystal stood vulnerable as her eyes slowly adjusted to the dim light. She gazed up at Anansi with deep desire, waiting for her next move. Anansi smiled down at Crystal, admiring her naked body for a few moments: her love handles and big clit, surprisingly visible even as she stood; her small perky breasts and the intricate spider inked between them; her plump lips and those innocent, trusting eyes. 

Anansi moved closer and lifted her up again. Crystal wrapped her arms and legs around her, bit her neck, and kissed her hungrily. They nibbled at each other’s’ lips and slipped their tongues around each other’s. Anansi rubbed a hand against Crystal’s pussy, who moaned into her mouth.

“You’re so fucking wet.” 

“Fuck me, madame.”

Crystal moaned again, eyes closed and lost in pleasure. Anansi pushed her onto the web, which held Crystal suspended in a semi-standing position. 

“Mmm, this feels nice,” Crystal whispered dreamily, caressing the silk with her fingertips. Her eyelids hung low, and her face bore a sleepy smile. The web felt cool and soft against her back and butt. She was intoxicated with alcohol and Anansi; intoxicated with the feeling of Anansi’s body against hers, making both of them drip with sweat, and the warmth of her breath and tongue on her ear. 

“I’m going to tie you up now,” Anansi crooned. 

She positioned Crystal’s arms and legs spread-eagle and quietly instructed the web to bind her wrists and ankles to its surface. Oxa was kind enough to repair it while she was gone so that she could feed with ease. They lay asleep in their own room, breathing and passively feeding on Crystal, too. 

Anansi got on her knees, looked up at her prey—who stared down at her even more wantingly— and traced her tongue slowly up her thigh, her waist, her torso, her breast, circled her areola, and sucked on her nipple. 

“Fuck,” Crystal moaned. Her blood pumped faster; her period flowed. 

Anansi got back down on her knees to taste, gave her clit a sloppy wet kiss, then sucked steadily at it. Her locs shivered and swayed more freely as she fed on her pleasure. Crystal moaned more loudly, attempting to close her thighs, but Anansi gripped them tight, still sucking on her clit, then began flicking both her nipples with wet fingers. 

Crystal arched her back, pulling against the bondage on her wrists and ankles. She wanted to ask Anansi what type of material it was—she’d never felt a rope so soft yet so strong—but she didn’t want her to stop. Even the sheet aroused her, tickling the back of her neck and spine. Her pussy was throbbing. She decided she’d ask later. She could hardly keep still and was glad to be bound, surrendering to pleasure. Suddenly, she felt a weird shift inside her, and looked down again. 

“Oh. Did my cup slip out?” she asked softly.

“No, I took it out.” Anansi kissed her pussy again. “You taste so good.” Her lips and chin were covered with blood and arousal fluid. 

She poured the rest of the blood in the silicone cup onto Crystal’s thighs and torso as Crystal watched with a mix of horror and curiosity. Anansi licked the cup clean, then traced her tongue along Crystal’s skin, slowly licking up the streaks on her thighs, savoring every drop. 

She smiled a big vampire smile, baring blood-stained teeth, and dove back into the pussy.

Crystal giggled, moaned, and cursed between breaths—breaths that had begun to slow down. Anansi flicked her clit with the tip of her tongue, up, around, left, right, pleasing her, distracting her. As she worked, the web grew slowly around Crystal, wrapping her shoulders, neck, and hair into a cocoon. 

Anansi gripped Crystal’s ass with both hands and stuck her tongue deeper into her pussy. The walls of her vagina tightened around Anansi’s tongue, and Anansi slipped two fingers inside and fucked her harder, in and out and in deeper each time. 

“Fuuuuck,” Crystal moaned, much louder this time, nearing orgasm. 

Anansi slurped up Crystal’s creamy bloody pussy juices and smiled. “You sound so sexy, baby.” 

And as she finger-fucked her, Anansi’s locs stretched and slithered upward. The tips of them stopped and rested on Crystal’s face. Her eyes were closed, but she was still awake, her body glistening with sweat not only from sex, but a stress she did not sense. Tiny little fibers in Anansi’s lingual glands had released an anesthetic poison that numbed every feeling in her body but pleasure and gradually dissolved her insides. The tips of Anansi’s locs kept Crystal’s eyes closed and her mind in a dream state.

Her moans became quiet. She was almost totally encapsulated in the web now, except for her genitals, still throbbing and oozing pink from orgasm. If Anansi did not finish feeding on her now, the web would preserve her body as a delicious source of nourishment for up to 6 months. 

Now it was time for Anansi to take on her true form.

She stood up, stretched her arms to the ceiling and opened her mouth wide, from which her chelicerae emerged as her human jaw and mouth sunk into her skull. Anansi pinched her fangs together, trying out her new-old face. Her eyes turned black, rounded, and moved close together. Four more dark, round eyes grew out of her face, two on each side of where her human eyes had been. Her breasts flattened into her chest, her sternum lengthened down and out, and her skin hardened and smoothed over while her back widened and rounded into her cephalothorax. As her waist morphed into her pedicel and butt into her abdomen, her legs and arms thinned, stretched, hardened, and four more legs, two on each side, began to grow out of her sternum. Inside, countless more changes took place. She breathed through four lungs now and saw and heard more acutely. Through the cracking of bones and squelching of blood, organs, and flesh, she heard Oxa’s croaked sleepy whisper: 

“The       Akan       Kingdom         welcomes      you.”

Crystal’s spirit had finally departed. Anansi crawled up the web excitedly and turned to face her prey’s vagina. She settled down upon the fresh cocoon, widened her pincers, and dove down to eat.