Spider Alien BF (complete)

You work at a lab that has been placed in the middle of nowhere. The place is hidden amongst the trees, and to get in you have to pass through several security checkpoints along the road. Each checkpoint is guarded by military police and you have to present your ID at each one. 

Once you reach the actual lab itself, there is a thumb print scan and a retinal scan. After working there so long it has gotten to be a nuisance. You feel it is overkill, but you have to remember what the lab was built for.

Deep inside, there is a chamber where a secret project has been kept for decades. You had only been working at this lab for a few years, but there are people who have been here for nearly twenty, even thirty years. Some of the old researches have retired and yet they still stay around.

Your mentor, Professor Grim, has been here nearly twenty-seven years. And while he’s old and growing tired, he refuses to quit. Most of his life has been dedicated to this project. And now, he’s letting you in on the secret.

“Don’t be scared,” he tells you with a hushed tone.

“You say that,” you start, “and I’m already shitting my pants.”

He grins and chuckles. “Well, I guess you can’t stop that.” He unlocks a door with a strange cylindrical key. You walk through the door and it seals shut with a suction sound. You come to a great big glass window, inside, you see a mass of spider webs.

“What is this?” You whisper.

“We found him nearly thirty years ago. Or well, him and and siblings,” Professor Grim replies with a shrug. “It was a clutch of eggs. We found them in some debris during the investigation of the Cleopatra mission.”

Your eyes go wide. “Cleopatra?” You whisper.

Professor Grim sighs and nods. “The only thing we found living was well,” he motions to the glass window, “Peter.”

You furrow your brow. “Peter?” You step towards the glass and see a shimmering strand twitch before you. As you get close something zip sup before you. You scream, falling backwards onto the catwalk as a strange creature clings to the glass.

Professor Grim chuckles, helping you onto your feet again. “I know what you’re going to say, but it was either that or something with numbers.”

You look back up seeing the large, spread out legs and the thick, round abdomen that shimmered between pink and green. He turned upright, on his square head he had long, tendril like hair. His face was dotted with eight eyes, leading down into the pincer like mandibles of a spider. They opened, showing a pink mouth and tongue. He inched towards the glass, placing his large palms on it.

Professor Grim waved at him and he waved back. “Who is the new one?” The voice rings in your head and it makes you flinch.

“Don’t scare her too much now,” Professor Grim warns. “I’m just introducing the two of you today.”

“She’s cute,” Peter says, his voice coming into your head. “Cute enough to eat.”

You stare wide eyes up at him, seeing his mouth spread into a smile. You turn back to Professor Grim with a scowl on your face. 

“Peter communicates through telepathy,” he replies. “His mouth doesn’t exactly work for human speech.”

“It works for many other things,” Peter chuckles.

Professor Grim hits the glass. “You taught you that? Was is Hanson?”

Peter chuckles. “Too many men work here,” he says. “I hear a lot of things, whether they want me to or not. It’ll be nice having a more gentle mindset around here.” He points a finger at you through the glass. “I’ve been wanting to flirt for a long time now. I finally have a suitable candidate.”

Your cheeks burn and you dart your eyes away.

“Leave her be,” Professor Grim scoffs. “She’s the only one I trust right now to work with you, and you aren’t making a very good first impression.”

“Who says?” Peter purrs. His eyes focus in on you and he smiles again.

You look closely at him, his lower half is very spider-like. Eight legs and a fat abdomen, which look like their covered in fine, fluffy hair. His upphalf is remarkably human like. His torso fades from green to pink which crawls up his neck. His arms are extremely long and his palms have eight fingers each. You’ve never been too fond of spiders, but the way Peter looks, he’s beautiful. You can see why they chose to name him after a god.

“You think I’m beautiful?” Peter says.

Your jaw drops and your heart completely gives out. You forgot he could read minds.

“Thank you,” he tilts his head. “That means a lot to me,” he smirks.

“You’re not going to do that all the time, are you?” You grump at him, covering your ears. For some reason, that was your logic in blocking him out.

“You were quiet, so I got curious,” Peter says.

You huff. “Curiosity is for the cat.”

He chuckles and it’s deep and sweet. Your cheeks start burning again. You felt like this could spell trouble.

After the introduction, Professor Grim shows you to his lab adjacent to Peter’s room. He shows you his research and note books.

“When Peter was first brought here, he was part of a clutch of over thirty eggs,” he tells you. “Of those thirty only twenty survived the wreckage from the Cleopatra. Of those twenty, only fifteen hatched normally. Of those fifteen, only seven survived infancy.”

“So, there are seven more out there?” You ask.

Professor Grim frowns. “Three, actually,” he says. “I’m afraid to say four of them died throughout their teenage years.”

You sense a tension in the air, you see the look in Professor Grim’s eyes and see pain. “What happened?” You ask.

He sighs, shaking his head. “One of them started killing the others and when we tried to stop him, he killed himself. That’s what we decided to separate the remaining three.” He looks at you, the same sad look in his eyes. “Peter is like a son to me. I’ve watched him grow up, I’ve been beside him every step of the way. That is why I haven’t quit this job. Because quitting means leaving my son behind.”

“Oh,” you gasp.

“But I need your help,” he says. “He needs a friend. All these other scientists it just-” he scoffs and shakes his head. “That’s why I chose you. As soon as I met you I knew that you could reach out to him. He may put on a mask, but I know how lonely he is.”

“He’s far too sentimental don’t you think?” Peter’s voice whispers in the back of your head.

You frown. “Go away,” you think.

“He’s working himself to a quick grave,” Peter says. “I don’t want that. I don’t want him working so hard because of my dumb ass.”

You furrow your brow, trying to pay attention to both Professor Grim and Peter. “Have you told him this?” You think.

“I have. All the time. We get into fights about it all the time but he won’t listen to me.” Peter sighs. “I just don’t want him to get hurt. You’ve gotta help me.”

You roll your eyes. “How am I supposed to babysit both of you?”

“You don’t have to babysit me,” Peter purrs. “But you can do other things.”

Professor Grim stomps his foot and bangs his hand onto the top of his desk, rattling you from your conversation with Peter. “Is he talking to you?”

You freeze, not sure if you should answer him truthfully or not. “I uh..nuh-no,” you plaster on an awkward smiling.

“Itomi!” Professor Grim growls. “That’s enough.”

Things go quiet and Professor Grim sighs. “What’d he say to you?”

You shake your head. “He said I didn’t need to babysit, but I could do other things,” you reply. “He’s still just trying to flirt I guess,” you shurg. 

He scoffs and shakes his head. “That boy.” He hands you a book. “This is everything you’ll need to know. His physiology, habits, health issues, dietary restrictions, anything you’d need to know right off the bat.”

“You can also just ask me,” Peter purrs in the back of your mind. “He doesn’t know anything about my mating habits, but I’d love to share them with you.”

“Your face is red,” Professor Grim says. “What’d he say?”

“Shh, our secret, ok?” Peter teases.

You sigh and slouch your shoulders, realizing that this is going to be the brunt of your life now.

Professor Grim gives you a key for work the next day, since you usually show up before he does. Luckily, Peter’s telepathy seems to have a limit, so when you get home everything is nice and quiet again.

Going to work the next day, you walk into Professor Grim’s office beyond the suction door. You walk by Peter’s tank, seeing he isn’t in the window. Just as you’re about to enter the work space, you hear a rapping on the glass.

You turn, seeing Peter’s head poking up over the edge. “You came back.”

You step over as he crawls up, meeting you eye to eye. “It’s my job,” you reply. “Of course I came back.”

He chuckles. “I didn’t scare you off then?”

You smirk. “You aren’t that scary, even if you did embarrass the shit out of me in front of the professor yesterday.”

“I must admit, I’m not used to women around here,” he says. “I was worried I came off as crass last night. I would love to apologize for my beastly behavior.”

You arch your brow at him. “Why do I feel like you have a tagline about to pop up?”

Peter laughs, his mouth opening into a strange smile again. “Of course not. I do sincerely apologize.”

You smile and nod. “Ok, forgiven,” you chuckle. “For someone who claims to rarely be around women, you’re a fairly smooth talker.”

“Am I?” he asks, tilting his head. “I was just saying things yesterday your body seemed to respond to.”

You face grows hot again. “Excuse me?”

“I said things that I felt you wanted to hear, i just put my own spin to them,” he replies. “Was I wrong to do so?”

You swallow, wondering what else he had managed to pick up from you. “It’s better if you speak as yourself, rather than what I think is best.”

Peter chuckles. “I only used you as inspiration. Everything I say is one hundred percent me.” His tongue slips out, licking his little fangs as he looks at you.

You frown and go into the lab room, sitting down to go over Professor Grim’s notes until he got in for the day.

“Tell me about yourself,” Peter suddenly pops into your mind.

“What?” You turn around, seeing him peering in the window of the lab.

He tilts his head. “I want to know about you.”

“Can’t you just figure it out?” You ask. You stand up and go to the observation window. “You know, poke around?” You tap your temple.

Peter’s eyes widen, all eight. “Would you want me to?”

You frown and glance away. “No. I mean-”

“That’s why I asked. I want you to tell me,” he says. He then points over. “See that door there. Use the key to open it, I’ll give you a hug.”

You turn and frown at him. “Professor Grim said I am unauthorized to open it. If I’m caught opening that door I could lose a lot more than my job.”

“That’s the fun of it,” Peter giggles.

You huff and turn back to the desk. “What do you want to know?” You say as you try to focus on the notebook.

“What do you like?” He asks. “I mean, outside the lab, what do you do?”

You glance back at him, seeing him watching you. “Not much really,” you answer. “The town outside the forest is mostly people from the lab and their families. We have a school and a shopping center, but other than that I usually stay at home.”

“What do you do there?” He asks. “You must do something?”

You shrug, “Watch TV, shop online.”

“Shop?” Peter asks.

“Like clothes and makeup and stuff,” you admit. “Since the government grant pays for my lodging, I kind of have a lot of disposable income. So i just kind of blow it on useless stuff.”

“Ah,” Peter whispers. “But surely that isn’t all you do,” he says. 

You shake your head. “Well no. I sometimes go out with the other techs and interns. We’ll go to the bars and stuff. But I usually prefer to just stay at home.”

“Is there anyone you like?” Peter asks.

Your cheeks burn hot and you’re thankful for when Professor Grim shows up so you can avoid the question all together.

You learn that Peter releases a venom that Professor Grim has been cultivating and researching. It turns out, the venom has an enzyme in it that can be used in many medicines. It’s also so potent than even as little as a dropper full can be enough to provide medicine for over a thousand people. Professor Grim has been working on this, trying to find a way to use the enzyme safety.

“I need you to fetch me a new sample,” Professor Grim tells you one day, handing you a vial and a raw steak.

You turn and look to the observation window, seeing Peter in the back of the room hanging from a web. “How?” Your voice squeaks.

“Just give Peter the treat, he’ll know what to do.” Professor Grim says as he turns back to his work.

“But I’m not authorized to-”

“I don’t give a shit. I won’t tell anyone if you don;t,” he chuckles.

You go over to the door, using your key to unlock it. As you step inside you hear a thud as Peter drops from his web. He dashes up to you and grabs your face between his palms. Your heart is hammering so fast and you’re holding your breath.

Peter dips down, pressing his forehead to yours. “Finally,” he whispers.

You swallow down your heart in your throat and take a gasping breath. “Professor Grim he uhm,” you swallow again. “He uhm,” you hesitate. “He wants a sample?”

Peter chuckles. “Of course,” he steps back, taking the vial from you. His fangs extend from his mouth like those of a snake. He pinches them together, holding them over the vial and he spits the viscous fluid into it. 

“Will this do?” he asks, handing it back as he seals it.

You nod, not exactly sure what it is you’re looking for. You then hand him the raw steak and he chuckled darkly. “Perfect.” He smashes it into his mouth, snarling and hissing as it is drawn into his mouth, You watch him, slightly terrified but also amused.

As he gulps it down he sighs and his body trembles. “So good,” he moans.

His moans in your mind make you feel uncomfortably aroused and you can’t look him in the eye. “I should get this back then.” You turn to the door but feel Peter’s hands around your waist. 

“We should meet like this again,” he purrs.

You glance back at him. “Sure,” you say and quickly escape. You give the vial to Professor Grim and return to your work.

That night, you get a call. Professor Grim had a heart attack leaving work and you’ve been labeled his emergency contact. You make a mad dash to the hospital where you find out he’s about to go to surgery. You wait in the lobby for what feels like years until you’re called back. He’s doing well, the operation went smoothly and he should make a full recovery. They tell you to come back in the morning.

Instead of going home, you go to the lab. You go through the checkpoints and then walk inside, still wearing your pajamas. You go to Professor Grim’s lab and stand before the glass. 

“Is he ok?” The voice is weak.

“Yes, he’ll be ok,” you tell him. “Where are you?”

“Are you sure?” His voice breaks.

You sigh. “Peter, where are you?” He won’t come out, so you go into the lab and unlock the door. You step inside, looking around and seeing him up on the ceiling. “Peter, come down please.”

“I knew this would happen,” he whimpers.

“It was a heart attack,” you tell him. “It could happen to anyone. It isn’t your fault!”

Peter slowly slides down towards you. He lands on the ground and he looks at you. “How can you be so sure.”

You smile at him, standing on your tiptoes to put your arms around him. Peter’s long arms hug you clothes and he lays his forehead against your shoulder. 

“His heart attack is because of a genetic predisposition. One hundred percent, not your fault,” you assure him. 

He sighs and hugs you tight. He then pulls back, touching your cheek and looking at you. “Can you stay for a bit?” He whispers.

You nod. “I can.”

He pulls you up into his arms and with a shot, he climbs back up to the ceiling. In the corner, he has a big nest made. He sets you down inside it and your surprised by how soft it is. You lean back against the wall as he lays his head in your lap.

You run your fingers through his dreadlock like hair and down his back. He’s covered in a fluffy soft fur, so his skin feels like cashmere. His body is cool like marble and he feels hard all over.

“You’re so warm,” he sighs.

You chuckle. “Thanks, I guess.”

He sits up, looking at you. “Can I…can I kiss you?”

Your heart leaps into your throat again and you skip a breath. You glance down but he tilts your chin back up.

“Peter I-” you whisper breathlessly.

“Is there someone else you’d rather kiss you?” He asks.

You shake your head. “No, I just-” you look into his eyes. “I would want it to be you.”

He dips down, pressing his forehead to yours. He tucks his fangs away and presses to your lips. It’s soft and gently and you lean into it. You kiss him back before pulling away.

“Ah-” he whimpers.

You feel something warm at the back of your mind, a sensation that floods through you. You touch Peter’s chest and run your fingers down. You see at the apex of his torso and abdomen there is a slit opening up. You touch it, gently fingering it. Peter’s moans are coming from his own mouth now, deep, guttural sounds. He’s trembling, grasping onto you as your fingers guide out a long, hard shaft. It’s got three bulges in it and the tip looks like a tulip. It shimmers dark green and red. You touch it, running your fingers up the shaft.

As you touch it, you feel a hot coursing sensation run through your body. Your loins ache you moan softly. You shiver, taking a moment before you touch Peter again. The more you touch him, the more you feel. You realize you’re feeling his pleasure too.

“I’m sorry I-” Peter’s words in your mind sound garbled and strange. “I’ve never done this.”

You sit up and strip away your clothes. “It’s ok,” you whisper to him. “This is pretty much all new to me too.” You press close to him and take his shaft back in your hand. You stroke him, feeling his pleasure course through your veins. 

You wonder for a moment and with your free hand you touch yourself. Peter’s loud moans pick up and he whimpers. He hisses and snarls, his chest vibrating with them. You smile and put your arms around Peter’s neck.

“Pick me up,” you whisper.

He does so, even while his arms tremble. You guide him, having his grab your hips you slowly ease yourself down upon him. He stretches you and you gasp and tremble. His sensations mingle with yours, making everything feel so intense instantly. 

Peter slowly moves you. He growls and snarls, breathing harshly into your ear as he moves inside you. He bucks and trembles, unused to these sorts of urges and feelings. 

“Take your time,” you pant. “Go slow. It’s alright,” you kiss his neck and chest softly.

He can barely form words. The more you kiss the more intense he feels. He pushes deeper inside, moving faster and harder. You’re bouncing against his chest, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You hear a mix of things in your mind, perhaps his own language. He snarls and hisses. Thrusting you down on his shaft.

You squeeze your inner walls around him, feeling the three knot like bumps along the shaft ripple inside you. You hug him close, gripping tight to him. Your toes curl and your head goes blank. You cry out, hearing it in your head as well as coming from your mouth.

Peter grips hard onto your hips, shivering and shaking he goes quiet, the world goes silent. Inside you feel his release. Thick globs shoot inside you, filling you and making you tremble.

You wake up sometime later, feeling Peter nuzzling to your neck and cheek. He beams as you look at him and he places a kiss to your lips again.

“Are you ok?” he asks.

You loop your arms around his neck. “I feel great,” you whisper. “How about you?”

“Strange,” he murmurs. “I feel slightly afraid,” he says. “Like you’re going to do something to me now that it’s done.”

“I won’t bite your head off if that’s what’s supposed to happen,” you chuckle. “I just want to hold you, that’s all.”

He lays his head on your chest. “That’s fine.”

“I’ll have to leave at some point. I need to go check on professor Grim,” you tell him.

“I know,” he murmurs. Peter looks up at you. “Will you tell him?” He asks. “About us?”

You touch his cheek. “We’ll have to at some point, Peter,” you murmur. “I doubt we can hide it from him.”

“I know,” he sits up, handing you back your clothes. “I just don’t want anyone else here to know,” he says. “I don’t think I can hide it from my siblings either.”

“You can talk to them?” You ask as you get dressed.

“They’re still here,” he replies. “So we can still communicate with one another.” Peter looks at you and presses his forehead to yours. 

You kiss him again. “We’ll keep it secret as long as we can. I doubt they would like me canoodling with you at all.”

“They may want to experiment,” Peter chuckles. He reaches down between your legs. “They’ve been wanting to see what I can do for a while now,” he purrs. “But lucky you. You’re the only one who has ever seen…all of me.”

You whimper as his fingers swirl inside and the his gel like cum plops out. It’s a dark blue color and crystal clear. 

“I should have cleaned you up before,” he whispers. “But I was having too much fun.”

You look up at him, cheeks burning hot. “I really need to go and check on Professor Grim.” You grumble.

Peter chuckles. “You can’t hide,” he says. “I can feel how hot you’re getting,” he kisses your neck and his hand goes up under your shirt. “Please? Only once more?”

You feel his own warmth spread through you and you start to melt. “Ok,” you submit. “But, Peter, I need to tell you something.”

Peter looks into your eyes and he smiles. “I know,” he whispers. “I could feel it before.” He nuzzles your cheek. “I love you too.”