Weaver's Web

Spider froze, completely petrified as the male caressed his muzzle. His knees buckled, his rear just barely hovering above the earth, while his heart began to race. The black God he met in the south hadn't been this bold but the fervent twisting in his gut was well remembered from their encounter. He opened his mouth to speak some kind of protest but no noise came out. He could feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest, his breathing hitched as the male's arms came around his smaller frame and he found his half active legs pushing him closer into the male's body. He'd never felt anything like this before; his paws felt cold and his face burned red hot. He opened his mouth again but was silenced as the male's tongue touched his cheek. Every hair on his body stood on end. He struggled to remember what he had learned thus far from the stranger, but the only words he could remember hearing were “lover” and “Shiloh.” He managed to utter a small “I-“ before a shiver ran through his body, the musky scent of the other male overpowering his senses and making his limbs feel tender.

Spider speaking