Bad Company
She scuttled through the underbrush to the left of her prey, knowing that he knew that she knew that he knew she was there. A little bit farther, he just had to prowl forward a little more...
Silverbolt dipped his muzzle down, sniffing the forest floor. She didn't know what he thought he was looking for, since the path was all but laid out in neon spider-webbing ahead of him. Then he twitched an ear in her direction and set off at a lope once more.
Slaggit, if he didn't stop teasing her like this, she was going to just shoot him.
It was so gratifying to hear him yip when the first part of the trap sprang. With a spidery smile, Blackarachnia scurried up a tree and through the branches, chuckling to herself when she heard him call out a transformation. That would trigger the second part of the trap...
Eagerness almost made her rush forward to partake of the handsome Maximal, but she forced herself to take her time. No one would look for the two of them for hours yet. It would be much better to start this off with the pace she wanted than for both of them to rush straight to the finish.
Coming through the leaves above him nearly stopped the electricity in her circuits. Those great grey wings splayed out, caught in her web just like the rest of him. One arm was lifted above his head, the other aligned down to the side, and he'd oh-so cleverly made sure his face was pointing outward. Good dog.
What a picture. What an enticingly helpless picture.
Blackarachnia stepped onto the web, feeling it tremble underneath her added weight. Silverbolt jerked his head around to stare at her, and the reflection in his yellow eyes sent a little thrill through her as she crept towards him. The way his eyes widened, that sent little sparks of lightning fluttering behind her hourglass.
Ooh, this was going to be fun.
But first she had to make it a little easier on him. The webs were trapping enough for most Maximals, but the suspicious ones like that stinking rodent wouldn't think that was enough.
Sharp spider feet skittered over Silverbolt's wings, and he groaned at her approach. Pleasure or pain, she couldn't really tell. She rarely could.
Maybe it was because she kept sending him mixed signals. Like she was right now. Her fangs, sharp and venomous, scraped along the juncture of his shoulder and neck. Silverbolt shuddered under her touch, a wordless whine for more spilling from his mouth.
He nearly screamed when she sunk her fangs into cyber-flesh and pumped paralyzing venom into his systems.
Now he was right where she wanted him. She scurried up the web above, a sinister chuckle lingering in the air as she waited for him to stop thrashing and go still.
"Blackarachnia, terrorize," she said softly and unfolded into her robot form, perching on the top of the web. It'd be so easy to slink down there with him, but she was feeling a little.. adventurous.
Gathering a web-line in her hands, Blackarachnia leapt lightly out into the air, twisting as she fell. The web-line coiled around one thigh, and then it gave her a stiff jerk as she reached the end. Hanging upside down in front of her entrapped Maximal, she smiled.
"Well, Bowser, I guess curiosity kills more than just the cat," she purred. "Here you are, all alone out in the woods with little ol' me..."
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