Price of Passion

Sensing movement, eyes opened, hoping that some juicy prey had ensnared itself in my sticky web. Instead sighted his dark form approach stealthily, powerful legs place deft steps upon silky strands, avoiding entrapment.

Gazes locked, stimulating primordial desires to procreate, exciting us both. After pleasurable foreplay, he finally mounts and injects me with fertile sperm.

Nature’s designs fulfilled, natural instincts warn the father of our hatchlings who tries escaping, but urged by ravenous craving for protein, I attack viciously, digging poisonous fangs into him, killing instantly.

Delicious dinner awaits. Lover’s nutrition rich corpse!


No wonder we are called Black Widows.