Drider Boyfriend: Primakos (complete)

For the last few weeks, you and your small team have been on the hunt for a supposedly new species of spider living in a remote part of Appalachia. You’ve been staying in an old hunting cabin that’s more haunted than for hunting.

Reports of the spider came from a rather strange viral video, which shows the spider jumping from a rock before scurrying off into the shadows. It happens so fast and everything is blurry, but from the images captured on the film, you are able to determine that the spider is like nothing you’ve seen before. It seems quite large, but there was an argument between your peers on the size of it and where it stands relative to the camera. Its exoskeleton is black, with white hatch marks criss-crossing its abdomen and legs. It was the legs though, that caught your attention. They’re surprisingly long, looking almost bow-legged in the way they bend.

So far the trip has turned up nothing, but you are adamant that you will find something soon. You have a limited time, though, so something needs to happen soon. You have cameras everywhere, but so far you’ve not seen any evidence. You’ve captured good footage of other things - some courtship and feeding behaviors of other arthropods - but none of your spider. 

One day, you are reviewing the footage of the viral clip. It is everywhere now, being posted and reposted across platforms. There is an argument about whether or not the spider is close to the camera, or if it’s massive. It could go either way, because the footage is too low-definition to make head or tails of its real size. All you know is that you want to find it. 

Upon your hundredth viewing, you realize it’s raining. In all your viewings of the video, it never occured to you it was raining in the video. So much was going on, it simply slipped past your radar. Perhaps, you think, the spider only comes out when it’s raining. With a quick check of the weather forecast, you’re happy to learn rain is coming soon, although there are warnings of severe storms.

You prepare your team, and during the rainstorm you all set out for a little hunt. Thinking perhaps rain lures out the spider’s natural prey, you decide to go near the pond. Perhaps if the spider is big enough, it hunts things like frogs, or maybe tadpoles. It would certainly be an interesting discovery to find a spider that can withstand wet weather.

While you’re setting up the camera closed to the pond, the forewarned thunderstorm starts to crash down. The water falls like a heavy blanket, beating down on you and making you slip in the mud. As you try to regain your footing, lightning strikes a tree near you. You scream, slip, and fall into the water. There’s a sharp pain in the back of your neck, and then the ice cold of the pond. 

There’s a tightness around your legs. You try to kick, but there’s no sense in moving. You slowly start to come to. Raising your hand, you find it hard to pull up. It feels stuck in something. With a jerk it comes loose, and you touch your head. Your hair and clothes are still wet, but you feel warm.

There’s a soft sound near you, almost like breathing, but lighter. You sit up with some effort, clutching the back of your head where it feels sore. Looking around, you see there isn’t much light. A grayish glow comes from above, where it looks like sheer curtains are wrapped around a hole. 

“You had a rather nasty fall. You’d best lay down.”

The sound of the voice makes your hair stand on end. You look around, trying to find the source, but everything is shrouded in darkness. It looks as though you’re in a burrow underground, but it’s absolutely massive.

“The pond was cold, wasn’t it?” The voice speaks again. “If you’re still cold, I can help you.”

“Who’s there?” you blurt.

There’s a shifting to the left of you, the sound of dirt falling. You look up to see a shadow move across the ceiling. It slides on a string that glimmers in the dim lighting. As it comes closer, the iridescence of its eyes glimmer. 

It lands before you, balancing on long legs on top of the netting you’re suspended on. Gasping softly, you see the same black and white markings from the spider in the video. It has a torso like yours, but the waist descends into a spider’s abdomen, complete with eight legs. Two of those legs jut from the waist into thicker, shorter limbs than the rest. 

You can’t get away. Your legs are wrapped in its silk, but you really don’t want to run. You want to get closer. You want to see this creature.

It comes closer, leaning down it sniffs the top of your head. Then it reaches out a hand and cups the back of your head, touching where it hurts.

“This is amazing.” You squint through the shadows to try to see better. “I’ve never seen anything like this.” You stretch out your hand to touch the creature, but it recoils. It skitters towards the end of its web and stays hunkered there.

“It’s OK,” you whisper. “I won’t hurt you.”

The creature sniffs. “You and your friends have been hunting all week.”

“No, that’s not...” You chuckle softly and shake your head. “We’re just using the cabin, we aren’t hunting anything. We’ve been trying to find… well… I think we have been trying to find you, actually.”

The creature stiffens and inches forward. “What for?”

“To study,” you say excitedly. “I mean, look at you! I’ve never seen anything like you in my entire life.”

The creature hisses loudly. 

“Sorry, I just-” You try to collect your thoughts and questions. In all your years you never dreamed about even coming close to a discovery like this. “You speak English! How is that possible?”

“How do you speak it?” the creature tosses back. 

“Well...” You shut your mouth and place your hands over your knees. 

“If you’re well enough to ask all sorts of silly questions, you must be well enough to go.” It uses the sharp talons on the legs at its waist to cut the silk from your legs.

“Please, let me stay!” You try to reason with it, but it picks you up and tosses you over its shoulder. You notice its back and arms are covered in coarse black hair, but its chest is smooth.

“I just want to ask a few more questions. Please!” You gasp as they carry you up the wall, taking you nearly upside down as they reach the hole in the ceiling. They move the door aside then crawl out onto the wet surface of the forest floor.

Its sets you down on the ground, and you turn to look up at it. You’re used to people towering over you, but this creature must be well over six feet, standing over you like a dark cloud. As the moon parts through the rain clouds, you see its eyes shimmer green, then pink, then blue. There are four along its forehead, two larger ones in the center, then two more on the temples, further back than the rest. White chelericae flank its mouth, twitching and looking like a huge smile.

“Oh, wow,” you gasp. “You’re beautiful.”

The creature flinches. “Excuse me.”

“Who are you?” you whisper, still in awe. “What are you?”

You step closer to it, and it inches inch back towards its burrow. You still yourself, not wanting to scare it away. You tell it your name, and it stiffens. It reaches out slowly, tapping your cheek. Then it pinches, and you wince away.

“Ow! What are you doing?” You cup your hand over your cheek.

“Your markings look like small bugs.” It touches your cheek again, and you find the pads of its fingers are soft to the touch. They have fine hairs on them, probably for sensory enhancement.

“They’re freckles,” you laugh.

Its fingers smooth down your face, following the freckles. “Are they under the skin?”

“It is my skin.” You hold out your hand to it. “What’s your name?”

It stiffens again and places its palm on top of yours. “Primakos of the Granirid.” It slips its fingers up your arm. 

“Granirid? Is that your clan or something?”

Primakos’ fingers wiggle under your sleeve. It makes a face at you, then pulls its hand away. “I won’t tell you anything. Not until I know I can trust you.”

“That’s fine!” You jump in excitement. “I’d like to earn it! What can I do?”

Primakos tilts its head, looking at you. Then it puts its hand on top of your head to scratch at your scalp, before pushing you back. “Go back to the cabin, little one. I don’t care for your kind, and you already ruined my meal today.” It slips back into the burrow, closing the door so you cannot enter. 

You return to the cabin, where everyone is in a panic, thinking you’ve gone missing. You get a checkup for the bruise on the back of your neck, but everything is fine. You don’t tell anyone about Primakos. You’re afraid of what would happen if you did. This isn’t like anything else you’ve studied, and you don’t want to ruin your chance.

The next day you go out for a walk, and find yourself at Primakos’ burrow again. You lay out some food before the entrance, having chosen several things from the fridge in the cabin. Hopefully, something can entice him out.

Sure enough, you see long legs come from the hole. They skitter around, feeling for the food. They land on the salmon and, slowly, Primakos rises from the hole. He stops upon seeing you, and glares.

“Hi.” You wave to him. “I brought food.”

He snatches the slamon, shoving it between his mandibles, then starts to duck back into his burrow. 

“I can get more!” you call after him.

Primakos looks back up at you, slurping the salmon down his throat. “Show me!” He vanishes back into his burrow.

You drive the van into town for supplies, buying a bunch of fresh salmon from the market. Then you go back to Primakos’ burrow, offering the salmon to him. He comes out, reluctant but seduced by the fish. 

You do this for a few days, luring him out and getting him closer to you. Eventually, you start to find him waiting for you outside the hole. You sit beside him, making long notes in your journal. You sketch his limbs, his face, his body. He really is the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

Primakos slaps his palm in the center of the page. “Why do you do that?”

“Do what?” You blink as you look up at him.

“Scribble away in this book,” he sniffs. “Why do you do it?”

“Because it’s about you.” You show him some of your sketches. “I’ve studied all sorts of amazing insects in my life, but you are by far the most interesting and breathtaking of them all.”

Primakos yanks your journal away and holds it up high. 

“Hey!” You jump up and try in vain to reach for it. “Give that back.”

“If you take this with you, you’ll show it to others. Then they’ll come looking for me too!” Primakos tosses the journal down into his burrow. “I trusted you!”

“I wasn’t...” You sigh and look down. “I’m sorry. I was only going to keep it for myself, I promise.”

Primakos spits some bones aside. “Then what does the journal matter?”

You clasp your hands together. “It matters because...” You gaze at his face, his body. Your cheeks grow warm. “I want to remember you. When I have to go, I don’t know if I’ll ever see you again, and you’re so...” You watch his eyes shift from green to blue, and back to pink. “You’re so beautiful.”

Primakos grasps the top of your head in his hand. “There are better ways to remember me, little one.” His fingers slip along your cheek and pinch at your freckles. “Like say, if you were my mate.”

Your heart sputters like an old engine. You look up at him through your lashes as his finger slides over your lips. “Is that possible? Would we even be compatible for such a thing?”

“You like to do research,” he smirks. “Why not find out for yourself?”

You lose your breath for a second, but nod eagerly. Primakos takes you down into his burrow, placing you on the web. He’s made a sort of hammock seat for you, and when you sit in it, you’re level with him.

“Where do we begin?” you ask nervously.

Primakos inches close, rubbing his face against yours and down your neck. His hands move over your body, groping your chest and squeezing. 

“You’re soft,” he pants.

“Easy,” you whimper. 

Primakos opens your clothes, exposing your breasts to the cold air of his home. Your nipples grow hard, and he pinches them. He dips down, nibbling them between his chelericae. He breathes hard, rising back up with his mouth hanging open. His tongue hangs out to the side. “Something tastes good,” he wheezes. 

You press your thighs together, feeling your wetness start to grow. Looking down, you see something on his waist between the two short legs. A mound is opening up, and some sort of shimmery ooze is spilling out like a leaky faucet. You reach down, examining it with your fingers. The ooze is slick and sticky, and the mound feels soft. Primakos moans loudly, and nuzzles his face into your neck again while his hands grope your chest.

Your fingers slip inside, and Primakos makes a strange gurgling sound in his chest. There’s something hard inside the mound, and as you touch it it begins to emerge. Your fingers slip down the shaft, finding it quite long. The tip is pitch black, fading into purple and then fluorescent pink. It is tubular in shape, with a lily-shaped head. 

“Oh.” You catch a breath. “I see.” You spread your legs, then inch your hips out. You guide Primakos’ hand to your vulva, letting him feel you. His fingers slip around, fumbling before they sink inside you. His breath hitches and a grin crosses his face. 

“I knew it,” he purrs. His chest shudders from excitement. He tugs on the seat you’re in, pulling it close and then sliding his shaft against you. 

“Wait-” you pant. “Is this OK? Should we?”

His shaft slips between your thighs, grinding against your folds. He breathes heavily as he ruts himself, holding your seat so you are as close as possible. You whimper, biting your lip as you watch him slide up and down. You move forward a little more and with a guided thrust, he’s inside. It’s hard and all at once, but the expression that takes over his face is priceless. He twitches inside, throbbing and releasing a stream of that shimmering ooze. He continues to move, thrusting and bucking up inside you, making hissing noises as he does.

You wrap your arms around him, holding tightly to his body. You should be keeping track of what is happening - it’s your job after all - but you’ve become lost in the heat of the moment. You kiss and lick his neck, slowly coming towards the edge. It creeps closer and closer until you can no longer hold on.

You wake up in the web, your clothes tousled and ripped. Sitting up, you see Primakos watching you intently. He fidgets, coming closer nuzzling to your face and neck. You wrap your arms around him. 

“What happened?” you murmur.

“We mated,” Primakos says giddily. “But not to worry, I let you rest once you fell asleep.” He continues to cuddle. “Did you rest well?”

“Yes, I’m fine.” You sit up. “Um, I probably should have asked this before, but...” You hesitate to ask the question, nervous about the answer that will be given. “Does your kind mate for life?”

Primakos beams. “Yes!”

You squeeze out all the air from your body. “Ah-ha, I see.” You nod as you start to grow weak. You’ve made a mistake in an instant of passion. But perhaps that was what Primakos had wanted all along.

“You’re OK with that?” you ask unsurely.

Primakos nods his head excitedly. “You fed me! I thought you were trying to court me.” He smooths his hands down your body. “You’re so little, I thought I’d hurt you, but you were perfect!” He grabs you up and hugs you tight. 

You came into the woods in search of a spider from a viral video, hoping to discover a new species and study it. You suddenly find yourself in its den, and its mate. Primakos seems happy, at least, but how are you ever going to take him home?

You sigh, wrapping your arms around him in return. “I didn’t realize.” You smile, liking how Primakos feels in your arms. He nuzzles your neck, and warmth spreads through you again. 

“It’s OK if you stay longer, right?” Primakos asks. 

You kiss his cheek. “Just a little bit,” you whisper. “But I’ll have to figure out an excuse.”