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He was scared. A noble prince, meant to rule the Goblin race, was scared. He dared not show a sign though. Not one shiver from his humanoid body. His clawed finger tips did twitch some though and his pointed ears tried to listen in on the conversation.

"You must reconsider, he's my heir, my only Gobling-"

"You know the laws, Norman! There is no trading.. Our next in line as King needs to feed. Unless you wish to go to war over just one Gobling. You are able to have more or choose." A hiss in the voice shook the heir.

Harry was meant to be the King of the Goblins. But under certain circumstance or a cruel twist of fate. He was chosen as this year's sacrifice. Goblins claim to be powerful and great, full of pride. Yet they relied on the Naga Clan and the Spider Kingdom to protect them. And their pay? One sacrifice a year.

He was told terrifying stories as a Gobling about these races. How they delighted in Goblin meat and how Harold should always flee upon seeing such creatures.

But he did befriend one Spider. Or Drider as they preferred to be called. He was also a prince and the two became friends against Norman's wishes. His name was Peter and Harry had to break this heart-wrenching news. It ached so much.

"You have three days to make him ready. Farewell, Goblin King" Harry listened in. And his heart sank more. It was the sound of like a skittering, not a slither like the nagas. This was a Drider and they were the most dangerous and cruel. No matter what Peter stated otherwise, they were awful to their prey. At least you get a 50/50 chance that a naga would squeeze the life out of you before swallowing you whole.

Driders web their prey in a cocoon and bite down upon their prey's neck with venomous sharp teeth. The venom is painful and strong. Liquefying the organs so the prey'd become like a drink to suck on and leave the husk behind.

Sure they could eat others whole, but they prefer the latter. Harry felt terrified even more so now. Three days is to short.

Norman came in, eyes looking down. "You are going to the Spider's Kingdom of Webs. Prepare for the journey" He said, unfeeling, uncaring sound in his voice. Hiding his pain. This was his only Gobling. His little baby his mate brought into the world.

His race bore two to four goblings. Usually they eventually grow vicious and achieve who's strong. Some even killing their own sibling to show who was stronger. Yet, Harry was rare. The only one born. His mother passed on soon after holding him.

"I need to see Pete father. I'm leaving early... No use in waiting." He wanted to run. Not return, but the last few that tried got their lesson taught by returning and seeing that others paid the price. Truly the Goblin race has grown pathetic.

Norman watched his son, his heart pained. His little boy had grown into a handsome one. With green eyes that seemed to stand out. Yet he had no mate. No goblings to carry on the royal name. "I'm sorry, my son. The negotiation stands firm on this. If I knew there was another way, I'd stop this all."

"No point, father. It'd bring death to many more if I fled. I saw it enough times to know.. To know I must meet my death with pride."

---

Harold Osborn packed fruit, roots, a canteen of water and left everything else there. No point in bringing anything outside of the necessity. He took a blanket made of animal fur and a chicken feather stuffed pillow.

He drank and laughed with the other Goblins. Many told they would dress like him, look like him and take his place. Willing to die so the prince would live. It hurt that his people would be willing to die.. Just because he was royal. He denied them and ate his weight and drank til he blacked out from the party.

Upon morning, he walked out into the world. It would be a long road. Three days was when he was meant to be prepped (bathed, cleaned, fed well, etc.) But the journey was another four days. And if he didn't arrive by sunset on the seventh day, the Spiders would come in a rage and exact their wrath.

He was in a world of mortals. Men scowled at him, giving him dirty looks, calling him filth among other things. Goblins weren't liked. Seen as despicable creatures that stole human babies to use as slaves. That had died when Harry's grandfather forbade stealing human babies.

To bad the Man's hate never would fade. Prince or not, he was seen as a ugly creature that was not to be fully trusted. Unless you needed to really buy something. Which they were good for. Certain types of roots and things that Men and other creatures use for one thing or another. Than they needed a little trust.

He ventured on, ignoring the snaps and the curious poking of children before their mother's quickly pulled them away. His kind labeled as dwarfish to those that have yet to see the real thing. He stood at 5'7. That should be enough proof that his race sure aren't dwarfish.

He rested, far from the disgusted eyes. Sleeping under an oak tree that seemed to give a light breeze to him. A kind farewell.

Usually the Sacrifice was to be escorted straight away. He guessed that there was given time for Harry cause he was a prince. The messenger Drider would stay for a day or two, eating their food like they were family and sometimes just grab and drag the marked Goblin out without a word.

In a way he felt he deserved this. Special treatment was wrong. He had began to rely on it and he disliked it greatly. Only when he was king would he rely as well as be untrusting of the elders that already disliked Harold.

The choosing of the Sacrifice was mostly at random. Royalty having never been chosen before probably showed that they were just like the rest of their race... Weak and food for the predators.

Goblins were predatory yes, sharp, decaying and broken teeth that could shred and infect prey. Claws that grip. A powerful jaw strength. Speed and brilliant eye sight even in the dark. And a venom that can enter their saliva which they coated their weapons (arrow tips, daggers, etc) or just to bite and poison the one bitten. But when it came to the Naga, Drider, even the Skin-Wearers (Werewolves). Goblins ranked low on the food chain.

He had hunted that night. Arrow pointed and pulled back against the bow string.

The pig, not knowing that he was there. Until it was to late. The arrow was shot and hit it's mark which squealed in pain but the poison that coated it from the Goblin's own venomous saliva began to work. Slowing it's movements and allowing it to die peacefully without the pain of the arrow in it's skull.

He skinned it and cooked it over a fire. Eating and saving the rest for later.

The journey led him further than he ever had hoped to go. He knew where to go though. Just keep going where the sun sunk behind the mountains.

At the base of the mountains was a dark forest. The Kingdom of Webs. While the kingdom was deep inside. It didn't mean he was safe. One step inside the forest and you should hope you don't get attacked. Driders weren't the only danger here. Warg and large and feral creatures lived here. If they didn't than the Spider's wouldn't have chosen here to lay their eggs and live.

He wanted to call out to Peter, wanted to see him. See him again and led him. Just him.. He wanted to walk with his best friend to his end. He would die peacefully that way.

But he was silent. He now wished he brought his glider, but at the same time it'd have been useless. The wing bones made for it would've been to wide to maneuver, and no wind. He puts a finger to his forehead and rubbed his temples. Feeling the slightly softer and tougher green part of his skin and sores that never would go away.

He wanders in. Arrow at the ready. Deeper and deeper he went. And he began to see the large webs that were visible with some of the sunlight that peaked through the trees. If he gets so much as a claw trapped in that, he'd get stuck or alert the one that made it.

Drider web was rare and used in traps or for thread. They didn't sell it often so when they did, all manner of clans will flock to buy some. And also, the patterns done with some were stunning. An art, but also certain death.

His eyes were on alert. He could feel eyes on him, know that they were watching with hunger. Probably hoping they'd get a few licks and nibbles in.

He was to be a meal for a different drider. There was never the same one. So to the lucky spider that gets him deserves bragging rights. No one knows what the Driders do before eating/poisoning. Some of his kind bet that the marked one would be paraded and shown off like some prize pet. The idea was humiliating to think about.

And suddenly something was upon him and the weight of it made Harry's legs buckle and he fell flat on his slightly hooked nose. He struggles against the creature on him. "Get off!!"

"Ah come on, Greenie.. I just thought I'd catch you!" Came the laughing and overjoyed familiar voice that stopped Harry's struggles instantly. The creature pulled himself up on his six legs.

Harry turns over, spitting out some grass and grins up at his friend.

Peter towered over him. Brown eyes, dark brown hair. His bare chest shown and his human body stopping at his waist. After that was a large spider body. Dark in color with red and blue on his legs that stood out. "Been to long Har."

"Yeah. Just wish it was just me coming to see you."

Peter's eyes widen. "D-Don't tell me you're the meal!?"

Harry finally shivered at that word. Meal. Yes, that's all he was going to be. Goblin food for the one he was given to. Nutrients. Nourishment. A tasty treat. He stood up and looked at his friend who had grown so big. So beautiful. "I am.."

Peter's eyes lowered and he lowered himself and Harry was on him, arms around his shoulders and finally showing his true self. A terrified Gobling. "I'm so sorry Harry. I didn't know and I thought how good you'd taste."

"I-It's okay. I'm scared Pete... I don't want this. I can't run though, I know that. It'd just get my people killed."

---

Harry was escorted by Peter to the castle.

The castle was marble inside. Outside it was hard to tell. It looked like glass with webs coating it. It was a sight to see.

Driders stopped and stared at Harry, some even licking their lips and grinning hungrily at the treat that passes. Peter brought Harry closer to him so he wouldn't feel so alone.

Some young spiderlings that clung to their mothers look upon the new creature with more curious eyes. Some even tried to follow him and sniff at him with their wobbly legs. Harry look upon those hatchlings that didn't give him a hungry stare. Sadly enough they will learn that what they saw that day and will see next year is one of the most nutritious meals to ever taste.

Goblin. So rare to eat. They looked like they tasted terrible with their green skin and hooked noses. But they were amazing. Their flavor bursting from your mouth. Their will to fight back no matter how futile it was and providing greater web weaving.

Harold hid his fear, looking ahead. Making it look like he accepted it. The looks he received were hurting though.

He arrived with the castle and Peter left him. Harry was forced to bow before Peter who took his place next to his much larger father and mother. "Ah. You are early.. Harold Osborn. You are here and you know why, correct"

"I do.. Sire.. I'm to be the next Sacrifice so you can continue guarding my race and helping is when our hour of need is at hand."

Richard Parker looks the Goblin over. Skinny Harry was, he was always so it seemed. But he did notice some muscle that went into hiding under the golden lined green tunic. "Rest and eat til your hearts content--"

Harry interpreted and received a snap after. "I want the name of the one that's going to kill me--" He was smacked by one of the guard's hand.

"Enough.. He deserves none of that." Richard raised his hand before lowering it. "The one you are to be sacrifice to is to my son, Peter"

And the room was silent. Only the shock upon Peter and Harry's face were present.

---

"Father, please reconsider! T-This is Harry, not some goblin, this is Harry!" Peter protested greatly but it fell on deaf ears. It was done.

Harry was dragged away roughly by a guard and down the walls. A door to a room was opened and Harry was thrown in roughly. A yelp escaped as he hit the floor. He heard the door slam and the lock pulled and locked him in.

Harry was left there. Shock and pain in him that wasn't from the rough throw. He was Peter's sacrifice. His food. He thought he could be prepared. A Drider killing him and drinking his body til it was a hollowed husk. But.. This was Pete. His friend. This was the worst. Worse than being chosen in the first place.

He looks up through tearing eyes. The bed was nothing like his own. It was a web with what looked like a funnel that probably led in to be warm or in the darker area. Peter's web design was beautiful. A pattern that was something Harry always loved.

His claw stretched forward.

"Remember what happened last time you did that? Thought you were strong enough to break free if you get stuck and had so much trouble getting it out of your hair?" Peter's voice startled him and he hit the web, stuck and he was shaking like a moth, sending vibrations in the web.

Peter shook his head. "That one was on me that time.." He had seemed to come out of the shadows themselves and his moved right over. Unsticking Harry who still shivered and finally he watched him break down, crying.

"Wh-why you..? Why did it have to be you?!"

"I don't know.." Peter let all the remarks and jokes go as his friend held him close. Nuzzling his form. His hands helping pick up the Goblin Prince and with ease. Helped carry him on the web and going inside the funnel that was warmer and more darker within.

Harry was scared that this was it. That this was the end so quickly but he was put down on the soft webbing funnel. It was warm and the more dark area was like his old home and little room. "As long as it's you. I guess it's okay. Since you wouldn't take pleasure and enjoy in my suffering.. W-would you?"

"I wouldn't. But there's another reason why you were chosen. You're a prince and I'm coming of age... How do I explain this without you rushing out in a panic.. Um, I am supposed to mate and have eggs with someone. And.. Well, you know how sometimes Goblins are forcefully mated with?"

Harry's heart seized in his chest. He looks at Peter, able to focus on him better in the dark. "Y-You're wanting me to have your babies?!!" He didn't know whether to be happy or more horrified. "Are you insane? I can't have--"

"Harry I want you.. Please. I need you.. I don't want another drider. I don't want anything. I j-just need you. Please.. I want you always with me"

Harry had no idea how the hell Drider reproducing worked. He heard some Goblin-Drider half-breeds though. Seen as monsters among both races but had the most powerful thread and venom thanks to the mixed blood.

"God, of all things.. why me.. just why?" This was a nightmare. He was meant to also mate before he was eaten up? Can this just- He stopped his thought before jinxing himself. It will get worse if he did this. ".. Pete.. I don't want to die. I just don't.. This is all wrong. I hate this so much.. So what, I'm going to have your babies and get eaten up before I can see them?! This is shit.."

Peter had lowered himself on his belly and licks over Harry's shoulders and down his back. "I love you Harry. You know I do. I want you to see them just as much but until I'm king, the law remains.. And I doubt my father will die by morning." He was fully against this. But even he can't go against it. He already protested against it. And the cruelty his kind did to the goblin sacrifices. Eating them, tearing them open, liquefying their insides without any sort of mercy. Savoring the pain.

Harold's flavor was delicious as it always was. But it seemed upon turning two hundred and twenty in goblin years. (twenty in human years). His flavor seemed to burst forth and played on Peter's tongue. It was a flavor that he never had before. So delicious and it made his venom and saliva nearly drool onto the webbing floor and on Harry.

Harry saw it out of the corner of his eye. Peter's face changed to that of hunger from the licking he gave him. It was meant to be kind and affectionate. But his taste on his skin made him look like food. A meal for his gobling-hood friend. He let the tears come forth again.

"Har, I'm s-so sorry.. I'm sorry"

"No.. It's not your fault. I'm food, that's all that I am."

"No, don't think like this Harry.. You're my closest friend."

Harry was hugged tight. He was two-hundred and twenty. Old enough to be a fitting meal. He has reached his height. He was only at five seven. A tad small but still big enough to fill up a drider.

A drider could become ten to fifteen feet in height since their spider-legs were long. Peter was only a hundred and eighteen years and already was bigger than Harry ever hoped to be. Eleven feet. Goblins lived longer. Meaning Harry was a gobling for many years. Prey to those bigger than him if ever alone. Goblings were tasty but adults were much tastier and actually put up more of a fight.

Goblings were a rare meal since their parent or a group was around and the adults guarded their children more than humans could. Sharp dagger-like claws, venomous teeth and saliva, and feral rage.

Harry was protected more at that age though due to his royalty. He had worn a type of exoskeleton like armor when he reached adult-hood (two-hundred and eighteen) and it shown he was to be the king, that he was of royal blood and a leader.

He never would get to wear it again. He sighs some. His tears were a useless thing but Goblin's never cried or so the stories were told. Even when in such agony and trauma. No tear was ever shed. Only Harold showed them. Dared to show his fear and sorrow to Peter.

And this nearly broke the spider. Seeing his spiderling-hood friend in such a mess. And for once knew there was no way out of this. He wasn't King. He had no right to deny the sacrifice. The thought of calling him that made him disgusted.

** --- **

"Let's get this over with.." Harry finally broke the silence. "I will have your spiderlings.. But don't allow anyone to treat them like mortal men. I want them to be the royalty they are"

What Peter was planning was unheard of. The bloodline was meant to be pure. Having to choose a female Drider and that was that. Well, he refused. He refused to do that. He will have Harry's bloodline live on to. And anyone that dared touch the offspring he'd kill himself. He was sure Har's father would call this forbidden or an abomination to the line. But Peter didn't give a damn. And it seemed Harry didn't either.

He slowly brought Harry out. No one would bother them he had made sure and he lays Harry against the sticky webbing that Harry shivered again, causing vibrations throughout it. Peter began to remove his tunic and placed it nearby. He wasn't needing to wear anything so he was pretty much all ready to mate, to take his prince.

Harry had no idea what to expect. He just knew he had to take it. He knew it would be painful at first or all the way until they were done. But he didn't back out. This was the few lasts things he could share with Pete. "I'm ready" His green-blue eyes closed and he held the web, bracing himself.

** --Oviposition/Male Pregnancy ahead. Don't like it. Don't read until you see the end mark-- **

It was strange to feel him, to watch Peter. He begins to make a dancing like motion along the web. His six long dark legs moving along each strand. Dancing around and close to Harry. And it was than that Harry noticed the mark that Peter had under his abdomen. The red mark that had a blue outline. He had often wondered why Peter hid his abdomen so much. He was a Black Widow Drider.

It felt ironic and a cruel twist of fate at the same time. Black widows were known to devour their mate's and here Harry was. Dinner as well as a mate. It all connected. But still, he watched the dance he was receiving. It was beautiful. He didn't understand why but it was putting him in a trance. Like a Stout did to a Rabbit when it danced and jumped about.

Peter was soon over him again and the trance broke as pain went through him. Peter had wasted little time after the mating dance that was built in to impress his mate. An instinct no matter what species. He was different from a common spider though. At least a bit. He had spinnerets but also another organ that develops sperm and eggs that can come out of his spinneret opening.

What he had to do was have the eggs put inside of a chosen mate and with them they will fertilize with their genes and the mate will lay them within a egg-case they made. Driders are able to have spiderlings with Goblins due to the Goblin race able to have babies whether they are male or female. It was strange but not questioned much.

He allows the organ to come forth and suddenly the dark organ plunged into Harry, a cry of pain came from the prince and now he knew why he was pinned. He had reacted on instinct to try and bite and scratch at Peter, hissing at him before his mind came back. Instinct was like that of a feline. The need to scratch and bite at the one mating with them was just to great. Harry hissed and snapped at Peter but was unable to hurt him.

Peter felt the tightness around the organ, the tight walls clenching. Full virgin. He pulled out some but thrust back in, beginning the pleasurable feeling while Harry growled and whined in some protest that he ignored. Not meaning to, but the instinct was getting to him as well. His claws scratching some down Harry's back as the legs and abdomen help with the love.

Harry finally grew used to it. Peter was strong but the web kept Harry in place. His spot hit, causing a shot of pleasure to escape him. But he was starting to feel something odd. Like a kind of slight knot or something moving within Pete's cock as he called it. It wasn't a release. Instead it went into Harry. A strange shape which Harry realized quickly that it was an egg! The egg was pushed within him and he whines some. It didn't hurt but it felt weird. Slowly more began to go from Peter into Harry, one after the other. Small eggs but soon he was beginning to feel his front stretch out and his womb distend with eggs as well as some wet sticky stuff that was none other than Peter's sperm going in with him.

He pulled out when Harry was full of eggs and cum. Breathing quickly as his sperm and egg organ dripped some last bits of sperm on the web. Seeing Harry so full was an amazement. He had done it. He had eggs with his goblin. The hunger was starting to get to him and the thought of the tasty mate was growing. He fought it down though. He had to wait. He allowed Harry to rest and allow the eggs to fertilize within his womb. Goblin genes going inside and mixing with the Drider genes within the eggs.

Harry was large and had some pressure. His front was big as if he had eaten way to much. He stay on the web, breathing out. His own organ had hardened from the experience and he had came. Getting his front and web a little white with his own sperm he is never going to use. He was full of Peter's and his offspring.

Peter was spinning a little egg-case for his babies. Which Harry was bound to release soon enough. Peter was meant to devour Harry while the prince lay his offspring, bite and pump venom and acid enzymes into his meal as he bare Peter's children. But instead he allowed Harry to see the eggs. He'd allow him that much. But the babies will not come out of the egg-case for a few months and only a few will be coming out due to their instinct to eat the weakest amongst them.

Harry watched Harry prepare the case and tries to wiggle some, but quickly gave up when he knew he still couldn't move. Still glued. "P-Pete.. I can't hold them for longer" He was done giving his legacy to his babies and was ready to let them out. He whines some more, trying to hold back.

Peter was done and moves across the web, easily plucking Harry off of it and put him on top of the egg-case. He'd help seal it after Har was done. "Go on Har, it's safe"

Harold let go finally and he pants out as the eggs released within a strange sticky bubble that grew with them within it. The bubble began to thicken with each egg pushed within it. Harry was done in ten or more minutes, leaving him very exhausted and just wanting to rest. He had pumped out fifty-six eggs. All small but would grow in the months to come.

-- End Male Pregnancy/Oviposition --

He nuzzles against Peter tiredly, feeling so proud. He looked back at them. His precious babies, his and Pete's. He looks up at Harry, eyes tearing up again and kisses his lips and feels the sharp canine teeth that were holding his venom sacs. "They will be so beautiful"

"I know Harry.. I'm so sorry" He kisses at his love gently back, returning the kiss before breaking away. "I'm hungry.."

Harry nods. Knowing the outcome would've always been the same. He was to stuck to the web, no hope of escape. So he welcomed what was to come. His children will live on, and he will become part of Pete. Nourishing his body as well as adding to the webbing he used to catch prey, rest on and sell. He looks into those eyes that were not as tired as his own. The chocolate-brown eyes that gazed at him with hunger. "I will miss you my Spiderman.."

** --Vampiric/Liquefying Vore. Graphic. The Soft Vore version is after this--**

Peter moves and quickly bites onto Harry's base between his neck and shoulder, sharp fangs sinking into the green and cream colored flesh and his neurotoxins and acid enzymes release through the goblin's body.

Harry was shocked by this. The sudden pain from the bite. He felt the venom release into his blood stream and he cries out and struggled but Peter held, fangs sinking in further. "P-Pete.. please.. please" He didn't know what else he could do. The bite was deadly he knew. But the burning within was from something else. The acid. Peter was going to liquify his insides and drink him... Was his body to be left here as nothing but a husk of remains?

Peter pulled back finally, fangs retracting and he licks his lips and lowered himself besides the shocked little prey that was once his friend. "You taste good, Har." He smiles happily. "Sorry I bit hard. You will provide for me a lot better this way.." He kisses Harry's forehead that was beginning to sweet.

Harry's struggles slowed and stopped. But he wasn't dying like he had thought. He was kissed by Peter. His dear beloved Peter. His immune system was fighting desperately against the venom. But it was losing. His organs were beginning to grow softer and slowly begin to liquefy. Harry was gasping and whimpering but barely could move.

Peter took his soon-to-be-meal from his web and with the help of his back legs, began to trap Harry within a cocoon of web while his hands twirled him around. He would put the wrapped up prince back on the web and let him stay there while his enzymes and venom do their work.

Harry was spun around and coated in strong webbing. His innards were growing useless and his system was slowly shutting down. How Harry was alive and could still somehow think a bit was beyond him. He could still slightly see Peter move closer once again and his teeth shown. No.. He was going to do it now?!

Peter knew Harry was dying and wanted him to see how it was done. And what his insides looked like now. He gently sliced through the web were his flat stomach was, just opening a little hole and making sure Harry was watching and he bit deep into the stomach and the soup began to some out in which Peter licked up and put his lips around the bite, getting a taste. His mind screamed for more. Goblin was the best tasting creature in all of this Earth.

Harry watched it, watched and felt the pinch and saw what was once his organs leak out in a soup. He didn't have any more time left. He was beginning to fade. He tried to say something but he couldn't open his mouth. His eyes wouldn't blink as the light begin to leave them. He was so tired. And in a way, happy he was being eaten or much whether drank down by his gobling-hood friend and mate. He left the world with a slight smile on his face. Green-blue eyes light fading, staring at his friend with such a peaceful look.

Peter drank Harry's soupy insides down, biting deeper inside and licking inside the body of his former spiderling-hood friend. The taste was so good to him. He could feel the energy of Harold and lapped up every last bit until nothing was left but the husk in the cocoon that was once the goblin prince.

Peter rubs his stomach and over his dark colored spider abdomen. He looks at the egg-sac after a few moments of rest and began to work on covering it with webs that was once possibly the little babies' father. Peter took the sac inside of his funnel for safe keeping. Just cause he was a prince didn't make his eggs fair food and game for rival Driders that were looking for an easy meal.

He would bring the ones that survived the cannibalistic battle within the sac to Norman to show that his son's legacy was passed on. As well as show that they were royalty. So he lay with a belly full of his mate's soupy innards and keeping the husk safe to eat later or preserving it for his babies to eat. It was a cruel thing to think about but Harry would've wanted it if it meant to help his children and his mate live on. So he awaited the day he'd see the little white/green abdomens of his spiderlings that would come to greet him... "Thank you Harry for the food and for your gift to me. I will keep your legacy going.." He fell asleep and allowed his meal to digest in the abdomen.

*--End Vampiric/Liquify-- *

Peter pulls up Harry gently and with the help of his back legs, began spinning him around and wrapping him up with his webs some. Pinning his arms and legs together or at the sides. It was starting and Harry did try to move around because he disliked being tied. His mouth opened and he began to push Harry's head inside, saliva coating and matting down his messy hair and tongue pressing against his face.

The flavors that was on the prince's skin were amazing and sang on his taste buds. Savoring his flavor. He helped push Harry toward's the dark tunnel that was his gullet. He licks every inch of Harry, tasting and enjoying his flavors. He couldn't describe what he tasted like exactly but it was a once in a life time meal to savor and enjoy. Swallowing his mate up slowly. Taking in every inch and savoring the intense flavor upon his tongue like the rare treat that Harry was.

Harry was pulled through the tunnel that was wet and helped swallow him down with strong throat muscles as well as Peter's sharp nailed fingers that helped guide his body into his mouth and down the throat. His legs and body were lifted up into the air to help him slide down better. The tongue licking over his nipples which made them erect. Over his belly button and towards his own member that Peter licked over, sending some pleasure through the goblin's body before that to was swallowed. He paused at the first stomach that was Peter's human half that was meant to store food and hide spiderlings from predators.

But another area below his head opened up and Harold slid down further, going into the hotter and final stomach where he'd fit much better. The spider half's stomach that was to be his final resting place. More and more joined him and he was forced to curl up in the hot abdomen that swelled a bit with the meal.

His feet and little clawed toes were the last things sticking out and with the help of Peter's fingers. He pushed them in and swallowed, sending them down to join the rest of his body in the abdomen. A few stronger gulps and that was the end. Harry was trapped within the stomach as the opening closed right after his feet slid through. He curls up in the hot and wet walls. He was getting tired from the heat and probably it was good he was since he wasn't looking forward to being digested while conscious and alive. He presses against the walls with his still tied feet and hands, wiggling around some to get more comfortable. "Goodnight Pete, take care of our gobliders" He chuckles some at his own nickname for them.

Peter chuckled to and turns his human body and rubs over his spider half, feeling at his prey and mate lovingly. Goblins were amazing but he doubted none would ever come close to Harry's flavor. He moves towards his funnel bed, bringing the egg-sac in further and laying down with his abdomen full. He was beginning to fall asleep and had guessed Harry was planning the same.

The two fell asleep, both surrounded by warm and protected walls. The digestive enzymes kicking in and began to turn Harry into nourishment and silk for new and stronger webbing. Providing once again something good. Becoming part of his mate and best friend.

Soon the egg sac will hatch and new little predators would come out and Peter will be waiting for them happily...