Chapter 360- Be Gentle with her Tits
She said it without conviction. The words came out soft, the protest of a woman who wanted to argue but had already sensed, on some level, that she would lose. She looked at their hands, at his thumb on her palm, at the slow, hypnotic circle.
She didn’t pull away.
They sat.
The candles flickered. The dogs panted. SLAP SLAP SLAP. The sound continued, steady, rhythmic, filling the room with the primal percussion of mating. The spider woman’s breathing was changing. Deeper. Slower. Her human chest rising and falling with each breath, her small breasts pressing against the tight black top, the nipples visible through the fabric, stiff and dark.
He watched her breathing.
She watched the dogs.
Both of them were leaning closer. The gap between them narrowing in increments neither acknowledged. His shoulder moving toward hers. Her spider body shifting, the legs rearranging, her human torso tilting toward him.
The dogs finished.
Rex dismounted, his tongue hanging out, his tail wagging. Mina curled on the floor, her tan body twitching, her tail wrapped around herself. The room was quiet again. The silence after the slapping was louder than the slapping had been.
He leaned forward.
The candlelight caught his face. The sharp jaw. The dark eyes. The expression that was not the mild, cataloging gaze but something else. Something warmer. Something that the spider woman had never seen directed at her.
He kissed her.
His mouth found hers. His lips pressing against her lips, soft, warm, the contact gentle. She froze. Her entire body, human and spider, went rigid. Her dark eyes wide open, staring at his closed eyelids, her hands clenched at her sides.
She pulled back. Half an inch.
"What are you doing?"
He opened his eyes.
"Just let me. Please. Don’t say anything."
He moved forward again.
His mouth closed over hers. His hand came up, his fingers threading into her silver-white hair, cupping the back of her head, holding her in place. His lips parted. His tongue emerged, pressing against the seam of her mouth, pushing between her teeth.
She couldn’t speak.
His tongue entered her mouth. The kiss deepened, his tongue finding hers, the two meeting in the warm, wet space between their lips. The sound of it filled the room. Soft, wet, rhythmic. The gentle, obscene music of two mouths working together.
SLAP SLAP SLAP
Rex had mounted Mina again.
The dog’s renewed coupling provided a backdrop to the kiss, the primal rhythm underscoring the human intimacy. The spider woman’s hands, which had been clenched, loosened. Her fingers found his coat, gripping the fabric, pulling him closer without her deciding to.
His hand moved from her hair.
Down. Along her neck. Over her collarbone. To her chest. His palm found her left breast through the tight black top, his fingers closing around the small, firm mound. He kneaded. His thumb pressing the stiff nipple through the fabric, the dark bud hardening further under his touch.
"MMPH"
She moaned into his mouth. The sound was muffled, soft, the first vocal acknowledgment that her body was responding. Her spider legs were moving, the tips scraping against the floor, the silver hairs standing on end. Her first pair of legs, the ones closest to her human body, were rubbing against each other.
The rubbing was involuntary. A response she didn’t understand. Her spider body was responding to the kiss, to the hand on her breast, to the pheromones that had been saturating her nervous system for hours. The pink fold beneath her was swelling, the lips parting, the clear fluid beginning to seep from the opening.
She could feel it.
The wetness between her spider segments. The heat building in the lowest part of her body. The ache that she had never felt before, or had felt only faintly, only in the deepest part of the night when she was alone and the dogs were sleeping and she touched herself with shame and confusion.
Her eyes rolled.
Half. Not the full, whites-showing roll of the women he had fucked. A smaller roll, a flutter, the brief upward glance of a woman whose nervous system was being overwhelmed for the first time.
He kissed her deeper.
His tongue exploring her mouth, his hand kneading her breast, his other hand still holding her palm, his thumb still circling. The triple stimulation, combined with the hours of pheromone exposure, was pushing her toward a threshold she had never crossed.
Her internal voice was small.
’What is happening with me?’
’Why am I acting like this?’
She didn’t pull away.
Her fingers tightened on his coat.
Her spider legs pressed against the floor, the tips white against the concrete, the silver fur trembling.
Her eyes closed.
And she kissed him back.
"Mmmmphhnnghhh~~"
The kiss deepened, wet and hungry, the soft wet sounds of their mouths mingling with the distant slap-slap of the dogs still coupling in the corner. Cruxius’s hand stayed firm on her breast through the tight black top, kneading the small, firm mound until the dark nipple stabbed hard against the fabric. He broke the kiss just long enough to murmur against her lips,
"Let me see them."
Her dark eyes fluttered open, wide and glassy. She tried to form a protest, but the words came out thin.
"W-wait... don’t—"
He didn’t wait.
His fingers hooked the edge of her top and peeled it upward in one smooth motion, dragging the thin material over the soft curves of her chest. The fabric caught for a second on the stiff peaks, then snapped free. Her breasts spilled into the open air—pale, small but full, tipped with delicate pink nipples that had already tightened into hard little buds from the hours of pheromone heat and his earlier touch. The cool night air kissed the newly exposed skin, making them tighten even further.
Her eyes widened further as he cupped one soft breast fully in his palm, lifting it, rolling the weight of it, then gently pulling the mound away from her body so the pink nipple stood out, proud and vulnerable. She gasped.
"Wait—don’t—"
He ignored the half-hearted plea. His mouth closed over the pink tip with a wet, open-mouthed suck, drawing the sensitive bud between his lips and sealing around it. His tongue flicked, then swirled, then pressed flat and rubbed. At the same time his hand squeezed the soft flesh, pushing more of the breast into his mouth so the nipple dragged against the roof of his palate. A low, hungry sound rumbled in his throat as he suckled harder.
"Please... don’t stop me now," he murmured against the wet, glistening tip, voice thick. "You’re too soft... too sweet..."
The spider woman’s body jerked. A sharp, involuntary tremble ran through every segment of her arachnid lower half. Her human hands flew up—first to push at his shoulders, then, as the wet heat of his mouth sealed tighter around her nipple, they clenched into his hair instead, fingers twisting hard in the dark strands. A broken moan spilled from her lips.
"Please..."
It wasn’t clear whether she meant *please stop* or *please don’t stop*. The word dissolved into a higher, breathier sound as he switched to the other breast, licking a slow, deliberate circle around the second pink nipple before sucking it deep. His free hand slid downward, palm gliding over the smooth transition where human skin met silver-furred spider body. He stroked the sensitive junction like he was petting her—slow, firm, almost soothing—while his mouth kept working her breast with wet, rhythmic pulls.
Her spider legs scraped restlessly against the concrete. The first pair rubbed together again, harder this time. Clear fluid was already leaking in thin, glistening trails from the pink fold between her lower segments, the scent of her sudden arousal rising sharp and sweet in the candle-lit air. Each hard suck on her nipple sent another pulse of wetness spilling out of her, soaking the silver fur around her sex until it shone. She was leaking like a fountain, the clear fluid dripping onto the floor in soft, continuous beads, and she hadn’t even been touched there yet.
"Ahh... nnhh... mmmph—!"
The moans kept spilling out of her, slutty and startled, as if she herself couldn’t believe how sensitive she had become. Every strong pull of his mouth on her pink nipple made her hips (or the equivalent segments) twitch, made her leak harder, made another broken, open-mouthed sound escape her throat.
"Slurp... ummhnn.... slurrppp"
She clutched his hair tighter, holding his face against her breast while her body trembled and dripped, the realization of her own dripping, aching need crashing through her with every wet, greedy suck.
"Please... be... be gentle... Annnhh~~!!"