CHAPTER 6 #2
It’s my turn to shudder, unwoven. I’m helpless to refuse her plea, and I unfold a tucked pedipalp, offering it to her.
I expect her to… I don’t know, sniff. Lick tentatively.
Something other than what she does, which is immediately shove her head over me, taking more than eight inches down the back of her throat.
“Fuck!” The cock in her throat throbs, pouring down her throat, and the other drools sympathetically, drizzling that clear, viscous fluid over her breasts.
It’s loaded with electrolytes, which her body craves, so that’s probably why as soon as she tastes it she sucks greedily, throat bobbing and swallowing around me.
Or maybe she just really likes sucking cock.
Holy shit.
My hands fall to her head, sliding through her curls, and she moans around me.
I swear in my native tongue as a climax blazes through me. Given the cannibalistic history of Arachnoids and that females are on average stronger and larger, male Arachnoids tend to cum quickly and often.
My untouched cock fountains across her chest.
When my trembling slows, she leans back, catching her breath. “Free my hands.”
“I—”
“Please free my hands.”
Her urgency worries me, so I immediately do as she asks, snipping the threads that bind her forearms together.
She swings her arms around to the front, shoves my second cock down her throat, and wraps her hands around the first.
A stream of curses flows from me as pleasure explodes from her touch, and my hands grip the silk above to keep my humanoid torso upright.
“Fuck, you’re a slut,” I gasp. I don’t mean to say it aloud—I know it’s a sensitive topic.
The word goes straight to Andromeda’s core, and she moans around my length, pulling it deeper, choking around me as she frantically pumps my other cock.
I regain control of my breathing. “Oh, do you like that? Hearing what an eager, needy slut you are?”
Her eyes roll back with a long moan and she trembles around my cock.
“A gorgeous, hopeless, stubborn little slut. An unruly little cow…” I tighten my grip in her hair. “…in need of a firm hand.”
She’s practically sobbing her pleasure now, each movement plucking the string of silk between her legs, carrying the sensation straight to her clit.
Suddenly, her breath catches and her body goes taut.
Uncertain. Waiting for my approval.
Powerful pleasure surges in my core.
“Cum for me,” I command.
She screams around my length as she obeys, body shaking with every wave, milk weeping from her breasts.
I tip over my own edge. The cock in her hands showers her chest with clear, viscous fluid as my other cock pumps down her throat.
When our climaxes taper off, I practically have to pry my cocks from her throat and hands. Left to her own devices, she might’ve sucked my cock until she passed out from lack of oxygen.
I ease down until my face is at the level of hers, and I hold my hand against her cheek as her breathing evens out.
The weight of her breasts strains the silk I wove for her—and strains the limits of what she can handle. I’ll need to milk her soon, regardless.
She takes a deep breath, whimpering quietly at the pull on the silk. Milk beads on her nipples, sliding down the curve of her breasts.
“Sylvus… will you please…”
I’m already nodding. I think we both expect her to say milk me. But with my face only inches from hers, those aren’t the words that come out.
“Kiss me?”
Our breath mingles between us. Vulnerability shines in her eyes.
“I’m… not sure if that’s a good idea…”
Her gaze flickers, and I see those walls go back up. “Y-yeah, you’re right. I didn’t mean… It was just… silly…”
Now I understand what humans mean when they say their heart is breaking—this panging, hollow feeling in my chest, desperation and grief rolled into one.
Andromeda manages a brave nod. “Right, it’s better if we—”
I pull her mouth against mine.
She gasps and moans into me. Our lips part, tongues sliding across each other.
Her warm, gentle hands settle on the back of my neck.
And they shatter my world.
I kiss her deep and hard, knowing in my bones and my chitin that when she leaves me, it will ruin me. But I don’t care. It will have been worth it for this. For her.
Andromeda finally breaks away with a pained moan. “O-okay, I really need you to milk me now…”
She whimpers, and I lean back to behold the steady stream of milk from her overfull breasts.
I kiss her forehead. “You know what you need to do.”
The resistance is entirely gone from her eyes. “Please, Sylvus… Please, they’re so heavy… they’re so full… I need your mouth on me…”
I jolt, breath catching as my abdomen twitches. I had expected her to beg to be milked, beg for release. I’m so accustomed to using the milking machines that I—I had not, in my foolishness, even contemplated that she might beg for—
“Suck on me, please! Sylvus…”
The words snap my inner restraint, undamming a well of blind lust.
My mouth closes around her nipple, sucking hard.
Andromeda screams with overwhelm, with pleasure, with release.
That’s only the beginning. My legs weave beyond conscious control, binding her arms again and shifting her onto her back, spreading her legs.
She accepts every movement with moans of need and pleasure.
My torso presses between her legs, and my leg-like pedipalps tap along her stomach, tracing the softness of her curves, the perfection of her scent. They drool more clear fluid all the while.
I weave another sling for Andromeda’s breasts, holding the weight up off of her, positioning her nipples in front of my mouth so I can easily switch between them.
Her moans pitch higher as I tend to her neglected breast, relieving the worst of the pressure.
My body twitches forward, grinding against her cunt, and she tips her head back with an ecstatic cry.
My legs rub over each other, making my entire arachnid half vibrate. The deep, rumbling vibrations pulse to Andromeda’s core, and she climaxes again, sending her milk gushing down my throat.
My pedipalps slide over her stomach, savoring the plushness of her. Then they rub lower, massaging her mound.
I don’t know how to stop.
I don’t think I can.
Instinct has never overwhelmed me this thoroughly. I need to pry my lips away from her breast; I need to tell her what’s happening; I need to be something other than an animal lost to my lusts.
But the taste of her is overwhelming, that sweet cream running down my throat, filling my abdomen with heat.
Then again, I never should have doubted Andromeda.
She throws her head back with a frustrated cry. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I will never forgive you!”
Moaning around her nipple, I lean back and plunge my cock into her tight, wet heat. “Mmm… You feel so good…”
Her gasp of relief soon tightens into frustration again. “You have two cocks, I have two holes. Can’t you put two and two tog—”
My second cock, already plenty slick and weeping fluid, slides roughly in.
I would regret my lack of restraint, but it’s exactly what Andromeda wants. Her masochism alchemizes pain to pleasure, and after only a few strokes, she relaxes around me.
The increase in her milk flow hints at how good it feels, and her exultant moans are a dead giveaway.
I pause drinking to catch my breath and slide my tongue up her cheek. “Oh, little cow, you take my cocks so well…” My legs rub over each other, sending more of those rumbling vibrations into her core.
“Holy shit!” she gasps.
Each pedipalp moves independently, finding the perfect rhythm and angle to make her unravel. They’re as sensitive as fingers, so I can map the shape of her anatomy, finding the precise inner spots that make her gush and shake.
“Sylvus, I’m cumming again, I’m cumming, I—”
Her muscles clench tight around me.
“Yes—yes—harder!”
I obey, pumping mercilessly over every sensitive spot.
Her scream is sweet music as she completely falls apart, gripping my cocks rhythmically with the pulses of her orgasm.
My climax joins hers, but I don’t slow or change my rhythm. I don’t experience the sensitivity after orgasm that humans do, and my cocks are always hard, always ready to fill her with more heat.
And it’s a good thing, because I’ve teased Andromeda so mercilessly that a couple of orgasms won’t cut it.
I drink from her breasts, kneading and massaging them as I thrust into her, vibrating all the while.
Andromeda sobs and screams and gasps and moans, and I’m addicted to the sound.
I milk climax after climax out of her, gulping down her sweet cream all the while.
“That’s perfect, little cow, fall apart for me…”
She milks my cocks in turn with the greedy gripping of her inner muscles.
It’s give and take, push and pull.
It’s everything.
Finally, Andromeda’s breasts have shrunk to a manageable size. They’ll be sore for a while, so I weave a stretchy, compressive sling around them for her comfort.
Her breath still trembles, inner muscles clenching in search of one last climax.
I trail kisses up her chest and neck, then pause.
She leans her mouth toward mine.
I pull her into a tender kiss as I cut the cords binding her arms. They slide around my neck, pulling me tight.
I pant over her, more from arousal than from effort as my cocks work their precise rhythm.
Our cheeks nuzzle together. She nips gently at my jaw, and I kiss her neck. Tenderness weaves between us, so gossamer-fragile in each individual thread, but winding together into something stronger than steel.
Something as strong as spider silk.
I slide my tongue along the red, crescent-shaped mark I left on her neck. I hope it never fades.
When it does, I’ll leave another.
“S-Sylvus?”
The tremor in her voice tugs directly at my heart. “Yes?”
“Can I… ask for something?”
“Of course,” I pur against her ear. Then I treat her to a little bite, nipping just below her tag. “That doesn’t mean I’ll give it to you, though.”
She shudders and tightens her grip around me. “I want… I want you to bite me again.”
My breath catches in my lungs. It’s as if she read my mind.
“Is that allowed?” she asks.
“Andromeda…” My cocks throb inside of her, leaking.
As much as I’m the only one who can unravel her, she’s the only one who can unravel me.
“If I bite you again, so soon… the transformation will be permanent. There is no antidote at that point. No surgery. No reversal procedure. Not even all the genius of the ICSS will be able to make you anything other than a hucow. You will need to be milked every day for the rest of your life.”
“I-if you do it—”
“Andromeda,” I say sternly. “You had a dream. A reason for coming here. A plan.”
“I know, but… This is nice…”
“The hormones—”
“I don’t give a fuck about hormones.”
I sigh and nuzzle my cheek against hers.
She softens again.
“I need to know you want this. I need to know I didn’t just… melt your brain with too many incredible orgasms.”
Andromeda scoffs. “Proud, much?” She bites playfully at my jaw. “They were incredible, though…”
“They’re not over.” I ramp up the vibrations again.
Her head tips back with pleasure. “N-not… fair…”
“Sleep on it,” I murmur against her neck. “That’s all I ask.”
“Okay… Fine… But only because I… I really want to cum right now.”
“You want to fall apart on my cocks?”
Her breath shudders.
“Needing to be stuffed with two, you really are a slut.”
Her eyes roll back and her grip tightens on my neck.
“Couldn’t just be a good little cow,” I purr against her ear.
Her muscles clamp around my lengths.
“So greedy. Not content to just be milked. Demanding to be stuffed, demanding to be fucked. I should teach you a lesson.”
At the precise moment that she approaches the edge, I still my vibrations.
Her eyes flash open, and her nails turn to claws in my neck. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
“Dare what?” I give her a wave of vibration, one that carries her to the edge and cheats her again.
Her breath quickens with desperation. “You fucking asshole.”
Her words are sharp, but her cunt clenches needily around me.
Another wave of vibration sends her squealing angrily.
“What?” I tease. “I’m just toying with my prey…”
The words send heat blooming hazy through her brain. Her body relaxes into the torment. I edge her over and over, and she whimpers.
“You know what to do…”
“Please,” she chokes. “Please, Sylvus, I need to cum…”
“Mmm… I love how you say my name…”
“Sylvus.” It’s the sweetest plea.
My cocks throb and I keep the vibration going this time.
“Sylvus—” It’s a revelation.
I growl against her hair as my nails dig into her skin and the most intense orgasm yet coils at my core.
Her muscles go taut as she climaxes.
“Sylvus!” It’s a blessing.
My pedipalps pump and gush into her, sending clear fluid splashing out onto the silk below us.
We unravel together, bodies pressed close, sharing breath and heat and pleasure, threads winding and tangling, clinging to waves and then echoes of pleasure as neither of us wants this to end.
Finally, she goes limp in my arms.
I hold her there for a long moment, skin against skin, pulse against pulse, heart against heart.
My body tingles and wakes, and this time I don’t neglect my duties.
I hold a pedipalp to her tongue—the one that was buried in her cunt.
She instinctively shoves it down her throat.
I gently pull it away, laughing as she protests.
I press a hand across her forehead, holding her head in place.
“Just drink.”
The fluid spills across her tongue, and she obeys.
Once her thirst is quenched, I offer pieces of a fruit that’s essentially only sugar and water. It will restore her energy without triggering milk production.
Her mind teeters on the edge of sleep, just awake enough to obey my whispered requests, but otherwise stealing moments of rest.
I weave silk washcloths and wet them in the sink, then wipe away the sweat, mating fluid, and milk.
I know better than to brush her curls—I’ll soon tend to them properly in the washing room—but for now, I dab the sweat from her scalp.
Clean and dry again, she curls against my chest.
I weave a sling so she can stay there, and I can tend to the duties that had me foolishly leaving her here this morning.
As I go about my day’s work with her cheek against my heartbeat, something quite dangerous takes root in the deepest part of my soul:
Love.