Halloween is upon us. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and goblins are on everyone's mind. It is fun to get jump-scared by these mythical creatures - knowing no harm will really befall you. But, there are some real horrors in our world. You might not know of their existence; maybe it is better that way. Stop reading now if you want to maintain your blissful ignorance.
I will tell you of a somewhat unknown horror living in the forest of Japan. Jorōgumo - the whore spider - is an evil unfamiliar to many. This spider-like creature hides behind the facade of a devastatingly, alluring woman. Its unspeakable deadliness is concealed until it is too late for escape. A breathtaking waterfall covers its lair of death. Sometimes we must beware of the beautiful. It lures in unsuspecting men, takes its sexual pleasure, then feeds. A warning - not every character in this story experiences a fairytale ending.
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At the Jōren Falls of Izu, Shizuoka Prefecture, Japan, a weary woodsman sits on a log by the waterfall. He is hot from his woodcutting and can't resist the refreshing lure of the sparkling, white water. Detecting movement, he lays eyes upon a gorgeous woman, who seemingly appears out of thin air. She is slender, with full breasts, spilling over a low-cut sheer blue gown. Her ebony hair cascades down her back in loose waves. Her red lips beg to be kissed. Her eyes match the blue of the sky, and he feels his strength leave him. As she turns and walks into the waterfall, his body can't help but follow.
She continues sashaying through the cave, leading him into its depths. She entrances him. No words are spoken. She turns and he feels her presence over him - in him.
She approaches, kissing his mouth with her delicious, red lips. The stain on her lips transfers to his mouth and long fingernails smear it across his cheek. Her fingers grasp her gown and lift it smoothly over her head. The woodsman is mesmerized by the awe-inspiring vision before him. Her milky breasts beg for his touch, and he obliges. His thick fingers massage her creamy mounds, as she moans from his touches. His fingers seek to pinch her taut nipples, drawing a shrill squeal from her red lips.
Kneeling before him, he feels her on his cock before she actually touches him. His pants seem to miraculously vanish, allowing his raging hard cock to spring free. Her long fingernails trace patterns up and down his rigid shaft, teasing him, luring him into her web, before her mouth devours him.
He must possess her and withdraws from her delightful mouth to join her on the ground. He lays her back on the cold cavern floor, and maneuvers over her beguiling body. Her eyes penetrate him, further ensnaring him. His cock gravitates towards her hole, being sucked in by her pussy. Then, his feet feel immobilized. Looking down, he thinks he sees a sticky substance on his feet, but there is no turning back now. He plunges his hardness into her softness over and over and over again. Her pussy quivers, legs violently shake, and eyes roll back, with her guttural screams.
As she cries out her orgasm, he witnesses her transformation. Seeing her beautiful form begin to distort, he immediately jerks his cock from her disappearing pussy. Eight hideous, hairy legs sprout from her hips. Blackness overtakes captivating blue eyes. The only thing that remains the same is its red lips. The orgasm shatters the womanly form, and the creature emerges. Comprehension strikes the woodsman all too late. Its needle-like fang swings out its mouth and into his shoulder, delivering the venomous puncture. Paralysis ensues. He is cruelly denied his struggle.
The creature coaxes its fire-breathing spiders out from their crevices. It would be some relief to scream, but he cannot. Jorōgumo licks her lips, as her thirst is quenched.
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It spies him through the streaming cascades of water. He is different. The creature always detects the weak men; their frailty fuels its cravings. But, there is no frailty found in this one. Curious, it assumes its womanly form and glides through the water, making her presence known to him.
The huntsman is transfixed on her beauty. They devour each other with their eyes. He blinks and she is gone. Frantically, he searches for her. But, his search is in vain. Reluctantly, he takes his leave.
Day after day, without fail, he appears at the waterfall, patiently waiting for her. Something keeps drawing him back. He sits patiently on his log, oblivious to its watchful eyes through the water. It is curious about this man - its prey - and doesn't want the hunt to be over yet. She appears before him.
Her beauty takes his breath again. As she is mere inches from him, he rises to claim her inviting mouth. She has invaded his dreams for too long, and he must taste she is real. Her arms circle his neck as he kisses her lips. His hands slip inside the back of her gown and graze her creamy flesh. Sensual sounds come from deep within her - not quite moans - more melodic vibrations. Their kiss deepens as her mouth opens welcoming his tongue. Her hands leave his neck to explore his broad shoulders and chest. He feels a surge of heat through his shirt with each touch. Suddenly, her kissing stops and he opens his eyes to nothingness. She is gone.