“So this is it huh? Looks smaller than in the photo.” Felix looked at the photo of the house to the actual house again, confirming that it was indeed the right one. The house itself was nestled far back in the woods, which could only be accessed by a winding dirt path off the main road. However the boys had passed it several times before they found it due to the overgrowth of bushes and weeds that hid it from sight. However, once they cleared a path for their truck, they pulled up right to the front porch, the headlights of the truck illuminating the house for them to see.
 
  It was something from a classic horror movie. The house was in decay, and nature was already claiming it for its own. Vines lay thickly around the walls, weaving their way into the windows and cracks of the crumbling walls. Grass grew heavily about its feet in thick waves, softly whispering in the cool night air as dead leaves danced eerily about the rotten front porch. The windows were boarded up, and the shutters hung loosely on rusted hinges that squeaked every other time they moved. A rather irritating sound that made Felix clench his jaw.
 
  “223 West Grove…” Said their driver, Henry, as he pointed at the faded mailbox at the side of the house. “Yup, this is the place.”
 
  Felix nodded and turned to the back of the truck, where he saw James fiddling with some gadgets. “What’s the story behind this place again?”
 
  James fumbled with the walkie talkie he had been working on and fished out a file, flipping through the papers as he searched for the right one. With a nod, he cleared his throat and read “Fleur Anastasia. Says here that she lived in this house after her grandmother died in her sleep. Yada yada yada, married some guy from the city, planned to have kids, but then she found out he was cheating on her…and then it says she tried to do some demonic ritual according to the police report. They found a room where she had drawn a pentagram on the floor and had done some kind of blood sacrifice. But they never found the body. Nor could they find any foul play. The husband was let go, though he never got anything, as Fleur’s will had changed, giving all her money to charity. Then…” he fished out another report “Some hiker was wandering the woods at night when he stumbled on the house, and swore he saw mysterious lights in the house, followed by what he swore was moaning and laughter. He ran away when he saw a pair of gleaming eyes look out through a slit in the windows and contacted police. But when the police arrived and searched the place, they found it as abandoned as the day they had sealed it off. No traces of any activity or someone breaking in.”
 
  Silence followed these words as the three boys looked to the house once more. Felix, as he usually did, felt a thrill up his spine as he looked at each window, half expecting to see a pair of eyes watching them through the blackened slits.
 
  “Could have been some teenagers just having a party…’ Said Henry doubtfully, looking at the house uneasily.
 
  “But then why did the police report not say they found any beer cans, or signs of breaking and entering?” Asked James with a raised eyebrow. “Nah, I’m telling you man, this could be our big case. We cracked that last case easily, remember? Found that poltergeist in the abandoned school?”
 
  Henry and Felix nodded, their faces pale. They both remembered how they had each spoken into the Spirit Box, and seconds later, heard a disembodied voice of some male say “Run.” The thought still sent shivers down Felix’s back. Not to mention the journal he had left on the table, only to come back and have it filled with the repeating words “Leave” scribbled hastily. What was worse was when they found fingerprints not inside the house…but on their truck, as if the Poltergeist was trying to get into it and throw things around. He remembered screaming at Henry to floor it as objects were thrown at him and James as they closed the truck and fled just in time.
 
  “Remind me again, why do we do this?” Henry asked as he unbuckled his seat belt.
 
  “Money to buy more gachas for your phone dating game…’ James teased as he finished putting in fresh batteries into their flashlights.
 
  “Oh come on, I don’t spend ALL my money on that game…” he protested, though his cheeks colored pink as he tried to hide his face as he slipped on a jacket. “Maybe just half…” he added with an amused smile, making the other two laugh.
 
  Felix took his flashlight, a walkie talkie, and the Spirit Box once again. It was his least favorite thing to use, for he hated hearing voices coming from it. But he had the sharpest hearing of the two, which was why he was often given the job. Henry took the journal as usual, as well as a few candles, and James grabbed the thermometer. They had spent weeks studying the reports coming from this place and they had all agreed that it could be a Moroi haunting this house now. If that was the case, then each one of them would be able to get the evidence they needed. Only then could they take that evidence, provide it to the “specialists” who took care of these sorts of problems, and then get paid. Once they had double and triple checked their equipment, they all poured themselves a shot of rum from a bottle hidden in a cabinet behind the driver’s seat. They raised their glasses, threw back their shots, and with determined looks, opened the back of the truck.
 
  The cool night air rushed to greet them as light flooded out from their truck and onto the ground of the dirt road before them. The road stretched for several yards before slowly vanishing under the shadows of the trees that surrounded them. A sudden wind made the trees bend and sway, and the sound of their bare branches rubbing together was almost cruel and mocking, as if the forest couldn’t believe these boys were going through with this. Felix really couldn’t believe they were doing this either…but he knew they would be ok. They had done this before, and they could_He stopped as he turned around the corner of the truck, staring at the house with wide eyes.
 
  “Felix? What’s wrong?” James asked, frowning.
  “There, right window on the second floor. I swear, I just thought I saw a pair of eyes.”
 
  James flashed his light to the spot where Felix indicated. Henry added his light as well. Their combined beams revealed a boarded up window, much like the other windows. Nothing special about it. Overgrown with ivy, chipped paint, the shutters half broken_but then they saw it too! A pair of close set green eyes that looked at them from the bottom most corner of the window, and then vanished from sight.
 
  Henry tore his light away from the spot and aimed it at the ground, the circle of light shaking as he struggled not to freak out. “Holy fuck, what was that?”
 
  “Probably just a raccoon or something…” James smiled, though it wasn’t a reassuring smile, as if he himself were not sure. He then composed himself and said “Look, we came this far. We’ve already spent our money. If we go back empty handed, we might as well just quit and go back to our day jobs. Henry, do you want to go back to working at McKings?” Henry paused, then shook his head. “And Felix, you really gonna tell me you enjoyed that job you had working at the ticket counter over at that movie complex.”
 
  “It was safer than this…” Felix said, not taking his eyes off the window where he had seen the eyes.
 
  “Well I for one am not going back empty handed. Look, we know the drill. If things get crazy, we get out. Always been our plan. It will always be our plan.”
 
  Henry sighed. “Your right…let's do this.” Felix nodded, though he kept his peace. He always felt that out of all of them, James took this job more seriously than others. But Felix couldn’t blame him. He had always liked the idea of hunting ghosts. And now he was living his dream, so Felix wasn’t about to ruin it for him. They had always been there for each other, and that wasn’t going to change. So, with a deep breath, he followed James up the path, and to the house.
 
  The front door was easy enough to break into, as the wood was rotten and broke easily. But their footsteps made the floorboards groan in protest, and the wind made the walls moan ominously, as if the house itself was protesting it had visitors. Everything inside was covered in a fine layer of dust, dead leaves, or simply cobwebs. But Felix was sure that in its prime, this house was lovely. The furniture was covered in dusty cloths, and the curtains around the boarded windows looked tattered and when Henry brushed one with his arm, moths fluttered out and flew randomly in all directions. Suddenly, something dark and small swooped at Henry, causing him to shout in alarm. The other two spun around to look at him, but it was only a bat, who was happily gnawing on a caught moth between its fangs. It took Henry a minute to stop apologizing and catch his breath before they continued on.
 
  Finally, they reached what looked like the dining room of the house. A long table covered in a faded green table cloth sat in the middle of the room, tarnished silver plates, bowls, and dish lids littered the table. Even the silverware looked untouched as it lay neatly beside each place setting. Felix half wondered if they were real silver, for if they were, they would be worth a pretty penny. But that would be breaking one of the rules of Ghost Hunting: “Don’t steal from the home of the dead.” This more than anything was a death sentence to those who did not wish to be cursed. So Felix left well enough alone.
 
  Instead, he brought his lips to the Spirit Box, and in a shaky, but firm voice, called “Fleur Anastasia, are you there?” Their hearts bounded in their chest as they waited for an answer…
 
  Nothing. Nothing but static. They all breathed a sigh of relief. Henry took out the journal and left it open on the table, a charcoal pen sitting between the open pages. “So what now?” he asked in a hoarse whisper.
 
  “Now we split up, search for clues…” James nodded firmly, his face set and determined. “Remember, radio checks every two minutes. Synchronize your watches.” The boys did, and with a flashlight in each hand, proceeded in various directions. Felix, nervous but grim, headed off for the stairs to see if he could find the source of the eyes. Henry headed towards what used to be the kitchen, while James explored the sitting room next to the dining room.
 
  A few minutes passed…and James held up his walkie to his lips. “Check in. Boys?”
 
  A moment’s pause. Then Felix’s voice, distorted slightly by static, called “Here.”
 
  “I’m here…” Henry called as well, though Jason could hear him in the next room over.
 
  “Alright, we’re doing great boys, keep it up…” James nodded, and walked around the room, only to open a door by the fireplace…and reveal a gaping black hole. James felt a waft of cooler air rush by as he shined his light down, revealing a set of rickety wooden stairs down to must have led into the basement. “Guys, I found the basement, I’m heading down…”
 
  “Be careful down there…” Felix’s voice called through the walkie.
 
  “I will…’ James said reassuringly, and with tender steps, began to inch his way down into the black abyss, one careful step at a time…
 
  * * * * *
 
  Each step Felix took caused the stairs to groan angrily as he lifted himself up to each step. He winced inwardly as he heard a few of the boards cracking, but he dare not run up them. Finally, after several minutes, he made it to the next landing, allowing himself a deep breath of relief. Then with a frown, he began to examine the second floor. It was built much like the first floor, elegant, though now faded with time. Doors either stood half broken on hinges or were pulled off them completely and laid to rest on the walls. Paintings and mirrors were also covered in large tarps, though his heart jumped to his throat as he shined his light down the hall and saw a person standing_him. It was him. His own reflection. The ONE mirror that was not covered was at the end of the hall of doors on either side, showing off his nervous reflection. He gave a snort and shook his head before turning around and inspecting the doors. These doors were locked, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t open them. Nor did he want to force them open. But on the last door, second to the left…the door knob clicked as he turned it…and it swung forward on squeaky hinges.
 
  It was a bedroom, judging from the large four poster bed that was pushed off to the side. A rotting dresser stood by it, its drawers lay on top of the musty sheets, its contents spilled out on the floor. Though by now the clothes they contained were nothing but dirty rags. The sound of some mice skittering at first made him jump, but soon the noise became too frequent for him to bother himself about. The rest of the room looked just as aged and uninteresting…except for when he looked out through the cracks of the boarded window…and saw their truck below, its front lights still illuminating the front of the house.
 
  Felix froze. This was then the room that he had seen the eyes peering at him. Then was whatever was looking at them…still here? He took a shuddering breath…only to gasp as he saw his own breath steaming before his eyes. A wave of cold washed over him, as if he had just been dunked into icy cold water. With numb fingers, he fumbled for the walkie and called “Guys, I’ve got freezing temperatures up here, second floor, second door on the right!” But at that moment, his flashlight flickered, and the door suddenly slammed shut with a resounding echo that lasted longer than it should have.
 
  Yelping in fright, Felix ran to the door and banged on it, but it would not open. “Guys! Anyone!” He called, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled in vain to open the door. “Let me out! Help! HELP!”
 
  * * * * *
 
 
  “Henry? Felix?” James’s face was pale as he held the radio close to his face, but all that responded was static. He thought he could barely hear his friend’s voices above him, but he couldn’t be sure. The basement door had slammed closed moments ago, and in his fear, James ran deeper into the basement, pushing aside everything in his vain attempt to flee. There was a smaller set of stairs that led to what looked like a shed entrance, but it too was blocked off, and covered in what looked like thick cobwebs. James tried to break them, but to no avail.
 
  When his flashlight stopped flickering, he noticed that the basement was FULL of webs. An unusual amount…and as he stepped up to a web, noticed how thick they were. Some strands were as thick as his little finger! James shivered as he could only imagine the spider large enough to way webs like this…and decided he didn’t want to find out. But then again, this place had been abandoned for years, the webs simply could have melded together over the years. Again, he didn’t want to find out. Turning, he headed toward the basement stairs again, lifting his walkie to his lips. “Guys, can you_”
 
  A strand of web suddenly tripped him, and James yelped in surprise as he stumbled forward, dropping his radio in the process. But mid fall, James suddenly stopped, as if he was suspended in mid air. James turned this way and that, blinking stupidly. What happened? He turned, and saw the back of his jacket was covered in webs! He tried to break free, trying to swat his arm at them, but only ended up entangling himself more. Finally, he had to take off his jacket and let it hang loose in the webbing as he stumbled back, panting. “Fuck this, this isn’t worth it…” He growled, turning to leave_
 
  “Hello there.”
 
  James yelped as he suddenly came face to face with a woman. But what a woman! Her skin was pale white, her eyes a dark red…all eight of them! She was beautiful and terrifying in equal measure. She was naked from the waist up…and her upper half was that of a beautiful, thin woman with large breasts, perky pink nipples, and plump lips that were a pornstar’s dream…equally good for kissing…and equally good for sucking cock.
 
  However, that was not what kept James rooted to the spot. His eyes had traveled down from this vision of beauty to see her lower half was not human at all. But that of a gigantic black widow spider, her black, shiny chitin legs gleaming in the light of his flashlight. Her bloated abdomen looked fat and bulbous…a red kiss mark where a black widow’s hourglass would be. She smiled at him, showing off pointed fangs much like a vampire as she stood on her back legs, spreading her arms and her two front spider legs in a welcoming gesture. “MMm…how nice to meet you, dinner…”
 
  James didn’t stop to think. Fear and arousal gripped him in equal measure. Here was the picture perfect vision of his deepest fantasies. A Drider. A real live Drider! He had read so many erotic fantasy stories of adventures being captured by Driders and taken to their layer. And then the stories often ended with the adventurer drained of all his bodily fluids in the most erotic ways possible. And as she inched near him, those fatal ends were what aroused him to awareness.
 
  However, the woman before him seemed to sense his intentions. As he turned to flee, she turned her abdomen to him and shot several strands of silk as thick as a pencil towards him. They caught him, and yanked him back as easily as a fisherman would their catch. James cried out and struggled, but a spray of silk across his lips silenced him. He thrashed and kicked, attempting to break free. But all he ended up doing was being caught up in her web more. And soon, he was too tightly bound to move! With a triumphant giggle, the Drider began to draw him back to her, smirking all the while.
 
  “How rude, not even introducing yourself…” She pouted as she finally pulled him under her. James noticed a sweet scent emitting from her abdomen, a fragrant, floral musk that made his cock throb. “Well, I suppose meals don’t have need for names, do they? And you are going to be my meal…but fear not…” She bent closer and kissed his lips through his silk gag “...my prey never suffer.” And she resumed kissing him as she lifted his bound body in her arms, lifting him as effortlessly as though he weighed no more than a child. The silk around his lips melted away as she kissed him, and James moaned as the softest lips pressed into his, a wave of pleasure washing over him as she did, her grip becoming less predatory and more loving.
 
  Soon the woman was pressing her lusciously full lips against his in a moist kiss, her lips so pillowy and addicting, James could feel himself getting hard against his silk bindings. Her insectile limbs folded around his cocooned body and hugged him tight as he drowned in her kiss. It was like waves of thick, sinfully-sweet honey coating his mind, his soul, in sinful pleasure. And it wasn’t stopping. The pleasure seemed to only increase! And James realized with horror this was how spiders subdued prey…with poison. Her kiss was that poison. The moist liquid coating her lips soaked through his skin and brought with it creeping paralysis. And the more she kissed him, the more lethargic his body became until he was unable to so much as twitch…save for his throbbing cock, which was the only other part of him that was not cocooned.
 
Only then did she break off the kiss and release him. She licked her lips hungrily as she examined her prize. James couldn't do the same, though he wished to taste more of her sweet lips. But her poison had rendered him unable to speak, unable to move…only look up at her in wide eyes fear…
 
 
 "That’s better, nice and quiet...” The Drider smiled, as she slowly moved over him. She glanced down to his crotch and licked her moist lips. “You are a very good kisser, you know. It really wetted my appetite." James was helpless as she tugged on the threads around his cocooned form and lifted him up into a shadowy corner, turning him around until her head was level with his cock. She noticed the trembles running through his body and saw the fear in his eyes. "There's nothing to be afraid of," she said with a sultry gleam in her red eyes. "I'm a Drider. We don't bite…we suck them…dryyy….” She breathed this last word in his ear in a long, loving sigh as her hand reached up and stroked his cock, making him tremble more in his cocoon prison.
 
  That was exactly what James was afraid of, but he couldn't do anything as the woman lowered her head, wrapped her lusciously soft lips around the head of his cock, and drew his length up into her warm mouth. His trembling of fear soon became trembles of pleasure as her moist lips stroked up and down his straining erection. She murmured wet pleasures as she worked, her sensual lips expanding to envelop every inch of his cock in warm softness. The sloppy, wet sounds of her suckling filled the air as her venom seeped through his skin, his muscles relaxing and causing his cock to throb even harder in her mouth, his balls seemingly to swell with seed. James writhed and thrashed within his silk cocoon, helpless and unable to prevent the pleasures she was inflicting on him…and in a deep part of his mind, he didn’t want her to stop.
 
 
A steady stream of pre-cum was oozing from the tip of his cock, the goddess before James sucking it all up, not letting a single drop go to waste. James thought she was going to take him all the way to orgasm, but she stopped, leaving him just short of climax. She tilted her head to look at him, a teasing smile on her glossy lips. "You taste nice," she cooed, making a show of opening her mouth to reveal the glistening clear strands of his pre-cum before swallowing it all.
 
 
"I think I'll do something nice, just for you…” She grinned as she folded her eight legs around him, hugging him tight to her abdomen, his face pressed right at the spot where her skin and the chintounus body met. She reached down, putting her hands on either side of his head and rubbed his face into the folds of her pussy, his nose was filled with the musk of her sex. The woman smiled as rubbed her fingers through his hair, ensuring he couldn’t pull away before she reached back and softly patted her abdomen. It had begun to throb and pulsate in a way that was both loathsome and strangely arousing. James didn’t know what she had planned, and he was definitely sure he had no say.
 
Her abdomen suddenly contracted and James heard a bubbling, gurgling sound as liquid silk began to drip from her abdomen’s hole. Heavy drops of it landed on his cock, coating it in pillowy, silky softness the likes James had never felt before. He felt like his cock was sliding down a vagina lined with cushions of the finest silk. The orifice at the end of her abdomen continued to make the same lewd, squishy, squirting sounds as James’s cock was buried in waves of liquid silk. Once it was fully coated, the tip of her abdomen came down, opening its anus like hole open, and drawing it up into the hot, tight hole. Pillowy walls of flesh contracted and throbbed around James’s cock, her abdomen beginning to swell as James felt a powerful suction tug at his erection.
 
 
The Drider smirked as she softly pet his hair as her abdomen worked, ensuring his face was pressed right into her vagina as her body worked on his cock. “Mmm…enjoy, my little morsel…”
 
James thrashed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him, the liquid silk squirted frothing up into soft pillows as her undulating walls massaged them into his straining cock. He jerked and thrashed as they stroked him, setting off explosions of bliss in his mind as they rubbed and tugged against him. The orifice at the tip of her abdomen was busy undulating as it continued to wrap one irresistible pleasure after another around his trapped penis. It didn’t take long before he could feel an orgasm starting to rise from his bloated balls. He was coming and there was no way to stop it. The Drider seemed to sense this and clasped him tight to her body, pressing his face deeper into the wet folds of her sex. She released a loud sigh of pleasure at the same time James felt an orgasm roll explode forth, erupting out of his throbbing penis and into her smothering pillows of soft silk. James shuddered in her embrace as he released thick ropes of semen to mingle with her own sticky secretions. Her abdomen slowly throbbed, drawing out the ejaculation with undulating waves of stimulation as it also sucked his seed deep into her body.
 
  “Mmm that was great…” The Drider moaned as she felt his seed’s warmth bloom in her abdomen, which began to undulate again. James shivered as he heard ominous noises emanating from within her abdomen, as if obscene organic machinery was starting up again. "But that was an appetizer…now time for the final course.” Her abdomen began to pulse, undulating like a heart beating as it moved up and down. She squirted another soft pillow of gooey silk onto his crotch and this time, it felt like he was being forced to cum whether he wanted it or not. James tried to resist, but he couldn’t stop the overwhelming pleasure he felt. He quickly came again, but this time, it didn’t stop. Her abdomen slowly swelled up and down, sucking his semen from him as if his cock was a straw, and the flow of fluids showed no sign of abating. James gasped as he slowly started to feel cold creeping into his limbs, his mind starting to slow as if that too was slowly being entombed in her liquid silk.
 
 
"I told you…” The Drider cooed with a seductive smile, her eyes gleaming in the dark as she leaned closer, her voice trailing off into a breathless whisper of pleasure “We suck…and suck…and suck…and suck…”
 
 
James jerked within the cocoon as her black widow abdomen continued to pulse rhythmically, drawing semen from his body in an endless ejaculation. It triggered an overwhelming sense of euphoric pleasure in James even though he knew she was draining his life away. Her abdomen seemed to swell up as she drank his fluids. And there was nothing he could do to stop her from sucking out all of him until nothing was left but a lifeless, soulless husk….
 
 
  * * * * *
 
  The succubus moaned happily as she felt the young man’s soul shoot up into her hungry womb, her body trembling in pleasure. Young men, especially with such lewd desires like his, always tasted the best. She smiled down at the young man’s body, which lay under her on the floor, her thick legs wrapped around his waist. He was naked, and on his face was an expression of pure bliss as his eyes swirled with hypnotic rings of color. The succubus smirked as she pulled off his cock, cum dripping onto the dusty floor around him as she rubbed her belly. “Mmm…thanks for the meal stud…worry not, your soul will live forever in me in total bliss. But your body is mine now…” And with that, she walked over and powered her hips down, smothering the soulless body of her latest victim. She moaned as her ass expanded out, biting her lip as she began to draw him inside. It didn’t take very long, for James’s body offered no resistance as her ass cheeks expanded out, devouring his form into her, her stomach expanding out with each pull. It only took a minute, but with a moan and a final pull, his feet vanished into her plump rear. She wiggled her ass playfully as she rubbed her belly fondly, already feeling her body starting to absorb it into her. “Mmm…I wonder what delicious fantasies your friends will have…” She cooed as she faded into the shadows, the soul of Jason screaming in pleasure inside her as he was drawn into a pleasurable oblivion. The only evidence left of him was the flickering flashlight left on the floor.
 
(TO BE CONTINUED…?)