A dwarf in a web

Her hands disappear into the webs holding you, almost as if she was incorporeal. With no interference from the webs, she pulls your top over your head and tosses it into the webbing below you. Your bare breasts now stick to the web as the feeling proves unsettling.

“What kind o’ magic is this?” you say questioning her odd ability with webs. She ignores your exclamation as her hands move to your waist. Still unable to move your legs, her hands run along your thighs once before moving back up to your waist. Her hands hook the sides of your pants as she carries them down your legs, discarding them to the web below. Under the webbing you are now fully nude as web hugs everything below your shoulders.

Her cold hands don’t leave your body though, as she explores your nude form beneath the web. She lowers herself to your hips as you feel her hands explore the entrances of both your cunt and your asshole. Nimble fingers probe at your entrances but dare not to enter.

“Least take me out for dinner first lass.” You say defiantly as you try to hide a strange mix of fear and arousal.

“Dinner hm?” she says as you watch her face enter the web. The warm, wet feeling of a tongue runs itself across your clit as you gasp. Her tongue dances across your clit as you squirm in the webs, not entirely able to hide the pleasure you’re receiving. Although you can’t see it, you can feel yourself blushing.

The voice of the widowmother grabs your attention as she pulls her face back out of the web. She looks up at you as her voice rings out as smooth as silk. “Will you birth my offspring?”