Wrap her up

You gently pull back the blankets and catch your breath as she comes into view. Gods. She’s like everything you’ve ever dreamed. A curvaceous bust nearly bursts from the thin nightgown which blankets her, the fabric falling down to her navel, leaving the dip of her stomach for all to see. Raptly, you peel back further the blanket, watching as her waist flares into wide thighs that dip into two long legs, her toes peeking just out from under her cloth. She sleeps still, her chest rising and falling with a measured beat. All eight of your eyes follow its movement. In the slight chill of the window, you can see her nipples tent the sheer fabric.

You realize your breathing has grown heavy and immediately calm yourself.

O-kay.

She’s sleeping still but the cold will surely wake her up soon. Fortunately you have just the thing to cover her up. But first, you lean forward, your fangs sliding free from your bronze hair. You gently press into the hollow of her neck and inject your venom.

The nun’s lashes flutter but she does not wake. If anything, she seems to relax even deeper into her bedding. You pull back, tasting the blood, her blood that lingers on your fangs. You shudder at its warm taste.

Without preamble you get to work. While four legs you lift her while your others draw the silk of your spinneret, wrapping it tightly around her beginning from her feet. You stop at her nightgown. Sudden anger at it fills you and you tear it from her skin. She will only wear your silk from now on! You greedily touch her soft pink skin as you wind her up securely in your bindings. You chitter over her flat stomach, imagining it swelled with eggs and young like your mother’s, but all for you. Reaching her breasts you linger, running your hairy mandibles over the sensitive skin, delighting in how her nipples harden and she gasps faintly in her sleep. Then you reach her mouth, and the thought of her wrapping those pillowy lips about your ovipositor, sucking at your turid flesh with wanton delight nearly overwhelms you.

“Soon,” you hiss, gagging her with the silk. “Soon.”

Soon arrives quickly. From foot to mouth she is bound securely among your sticky strands. You could not bring yourself from going past the mouth, both to not accidentally suffocate her, and not to damage her hair. She is yours now. All of her. The thought fills you with excitement. You hoist her, your sticky strands clinging securely to your back for the moment. But not forever. You have to hurry. As an afterthought you grab with a spare strand the book she had been writing in and make for the window.

Outside it still is dark. The weight of the sleeping nun on your backs weighs you down but you have to hurry. You need to be gone by morning.

But…where?

You’re stunned you had not thought of this before. The forest beyond the town would be the safest place, but lugging her across the entire village is very risky. On the other hand, perhaps the catacombs of the abbey? The risk of discovery in the long term is greater, but you’d be closer to the rest of the nuns for when you decide to take them as well. And how often would they even go down there?

You blink your eight eyes and stare across the expanse of the town. You need to decide.