mistymansion | bug yuri

[ Hornet hears the little hitch of Lace's breath loud and clear. So adorable. All the sweet words flowing from her mouth like sap; that begrudging, irritated undertone underneath. Hornet knows it bothers Lace to admit that she likes Hornet, let alone trusts her. To admit that Hornet has been kind to her.

She gives a smug grin in response, though she lets Lace pull her back by the fur. Hornet's satisfaction drips off of her in a way she doesn't usually show. She wouldn't blame Lace if she whacked her or gave her a pinch at all, really. ]

I suppose I wouldn't mind patching you back up, as long as you behave yourself. [ She gets one hand on Lace's hip again, then rolls over her lower back in a tight circle with the pads of her claws, trying to find what sensations she likes. ] You have been awfully sentimental lately. Perhaps your attitude won't be a problem at all for once. I admit I did not realize you could be so soft, silk creature. Could it be that you have grown fond of me?

[ She leans in again, jaws parted as if to bite Lace once more -- but when she reaches her chosen spot, right where the pulse of a heart would be in the neck if Lace had one, she instead opts to press a flat lick upwards instead. Hornet's next words are breathy, the fur of her nape still flared. ]

Have you lost your edge already?

Edited (japanese keyboard = typos) 2025-10-25 23:01 (UTC)

Oh really?!

[She finally decides to be serious for once and that's her reception??? The fact that Hornet was grinning about it all was just the icing on the cake.]

You say all that but it only makes me think that you're the one that requires discipline!

[She not so tactfully avoided addressing the question of whether she had grown fond of Hornet. The spider was puffed up enough as it was, literally and metaphorically.

Lace didn't experience much in the way of sensation, typically only pressure, and she had done a bit of experimentation on herself in earlier days.

Yet...Hornet's touch was proving to be different.

And that lick to her neck brings together something wholly new. Her body tenses from the unexpected wave a of pleasure and she only just barely withholds from making a noise, not wanting to give Hornet the satisfaction. Lost her edge her tush!

With a good degree of effort, Lace pulls back Hornet's head and kisses her again, this one something deeper than the delicate, chaste one she had given her before.]

[ Hornet breaks at that, shoving her face into Lace's neck, her body shaking with laughter. ]

Fear not, I hear your kind words and take them to heart. You are just too entertaining to play with.

[ She is blushing now, her cheeks dusted soft pink, looking terribly content with herself. ]

I am glad you understand my heart is not as hard as it seems. I have not laughed like this in an age.

[ She feels Lace tense under her touch. Very good. There's no time to test another lick before Lace pulls her head back for another kiss, though, this one fiercer and deeper than the first, which stood as a flirtatious peck in comparison.

Hornet kisses her back with all the energy and then some, pulling Lace into her lap again. She teases at her mouth with her fangs and then her tongue, just letting her feel the soft points of them, the silk of the muscle. When they pull away Hornet's teeth are shiny with saliva. She is still flushed, now with the heat of arousal.

She kisses Lace's neck again -- once, twice -- then down to her chest before dragging her tongue up her shoulder. ]

May I touch you lower? Have you ever been touched in such a way?

[Ugh. She had no right to be this cute. Annoyed as she was, hearing Hornet laugh in such an open and honest way pulled something in her. This spider was absolutely maddening in how she had wyrmed her way in. Maybe Lace really was getting soft for her. It was frustrating, frightening and exciting all at once.

But mostly frustrating.

The silk golem pushed such thoughts out of her mind and focused instead on the kiss. As Hornet pulls her in, Lace wraps both her arms around her and presses her chest against Hornet's shell. Lace's tongue is long and slippery, her teeth tightly pack silk--perhaps the hardest part of her, but still not anywhere close enough to allow her to penetrate anything. The scrape of Hornet's fangs and feel of their tongues dancing together makes a heat surge within her body.

Lace does not breath, nor has any need for it, but when they part she has the look of someone breathless as she did after their second ever duel. Much like the blush earlier, it seems her body is conditioned to pantomime a real bug body under the right circumstances.]

Of course I have...[n't. Lace had had one partner in her life, but they never had the chance to be intimate before they were separated. Perhaps she shouldn't lie about such things but somewhere in the back of her head she worried her inexperience might make Hornet lose interest.]

You may if I can do the same for you.

[ Ah. Of course she had. Not that it mattered to Hornet either way, but Lace had replied in a way that made her feel as if she'd asked something very obvious. Nobody told her that Lace had gotten around. ]

Yes. You may touch me as you like. [ To emphasize, Hornet leaned back to expose more of her shell, bringing Lace with her on her lap. Her legs parted underwater. The beat of her heart was visible in her chest as a steady pound. ] But if you wish to stop at any point, I ask that you tell me.

[ A moment of silence. Then Hornet proceeded, her decision made.

She holds Lace down against her by the waist and keeps her firmly in place, bucking her hips up against her, testing out a rolling grind. A soft noise of enjoyment escapes her -- the pressure between her legs against her cunt is enjoyable. But she has no idea what it feels like for Lace. Indeed, Hornet has no clue what to expect at all. Did Lace get wet? Did she climax? From Hornet's vantage point she looks breathless and excited, so she must feel something.

If Lace peered down, she would see Hornet staring up at her with her large black eyes, curious and invested in her comfort and her reactions. ]

[Lace happily slid into Hornet's lap. Her eyes brightened and she places her hands on Hornet's chest, threading fingers through fur, then sliding down her shell. She can feel Hornet's heartbeat beneath her palm and there's something invigorating about that.

Her touch is curious and gentle, leaving no part of Hornet unexplored. She nods, distractedly to what Hornet says as she feels between Hornet's joints. She's about to reach out toward her tail when Hornet bucks up and that stops her in place.

Her face colors once more and her mouth part slightly. Whatever noise she might have made seems to catch in her throat but her body aches to immediately feel that sensation again, and so she presses back down again Hornet.]

[ Lace is blushing again. Oh...how adorable. Hornet thrusts up against her again and again, restraining herself from being too brutish. Sweat and steam from the bath form droplets that pool and drip off her lower mandible.

She likes how Lace's hands feel on her, especially the way her hands disappear in her fur. In response she wordlessly caresses Lace all over, her waist, her hips, her back, kissing and lapping with her Wyrm-tongue at whatever is available in front of her; she then takes her chance and slides one hand between Lace's legs, gingerly caressing the soft flesh she finds there, experimental.

Her tail twitches eagerly, the duct already dripping silk. ]

Feeling good...?

[With every touch, every motion, every lick Lace is beginning to feel herself come undone. It's impossible not to be slightly overwhelmed when most of her life as been no feelings. So many new sensations are coming to her all at once and Hornet is playing her body, almost as if she were playing her Needolin.

Despite her best efforts a tiny whimper escapes and she clings tightly to Hornet. Her legs part, where between a small slit can be found.]

Y-yes. [She barely manages, frustrated with the way her voice wavers.]

[ The little whimper does not go unnoticed. Hornet's tail twitches again. She cups Lace's sex in the palm of her hand, massaging her skillfully, teasing at the entrance, the tender nub of her clit.

Lace is being so shy now, to Hornet's amusement. Caught in a spider's web. This is, after all, Lace's first time being touched by another like this, though the fact is entirely unbeknownst to Hornet.

A single careful claw hooks and spreads the slit open. Hornet bites Lace's neck, this time hard enough to leave two pinpricks where her fangs sink in. She laps at the wound as if apologetically -- though nobody could be faulted for thinking she doesn't seem terribly sincere by the smug look on her face. ]

Worry not. I will take good care of you.

[ With little resistance, she pushes just one finger inside the canal, then a second. ]

[Lace claps a hand over her mouth just in time when Hornet plays with that sensitive little nub. Whatever sound she may have made is thankfully silenced. She takes a deep, shuddering breath willing herself to get it together but when Hornet bites her it's almost too much.The feeling of her fangs sinking into her thrills Lace in a way that she thought only a fierce battle could. Her body tightens around Hornet's claw and she pushes her head into the spider's shoulder, hiding her face. Finally she pulls her hand away from her mouth.]

Oh you.....are being entirely too....too smug about this.

[While Lace doesn't get wet the way other bugs do, her fabric is even more smooth even, allowing easy entrance. Lace squirms atop Hornet's lap and then with determination she reaches once more to her tail, fingers grazing the top of it, then stroking it in one motion.]

Aaah...!

[ Hornet stiffens and shudders and arches her back hard against the wall of the bath when Lace strokes her tail. The fur on her body stands upright and she clamps her jaws shut so tightly her teeth clink together. ]

Be -- gentle. That is...ah...a sensitive part of a spider's body.

[ The flush on her face darkens to a rich and warm pink. She is embarrassed by this erogenous zone -- mortified, even, but sure enough her tail wags like a dog anyways, enjoying the attention. And of course, she's just dripping silk, as if her body couldn't betray her any further. What is she, a beast?

In all her sudden shyness Hornet figures the best way to try and get the attention off of this revelation is to redirect it somewhere else. She doubles her efforts now in retaliation, her two claws pumping into Lace in a thick, even pace, letting her palm press and rub against her clit each time she buries inside. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced, lacking the usual heat or wetness, but there's plenty of delicious feedback still with how Lace tightens around her, how the silk canal stretches and molds so easily around her digits unlike any organic cunt could. Most interesting of all, it seems she does not have to worry about how deep she enters or her claws being a bother, for the lack of a cervix.

She growls and gives Lace another bite, hard enough to puncture again, not stopping until she feels the threads of silk on her throat unravelling into her mouth. A warning. She was going to be in charge and as smug as she wanted whether Lace liked it or not. ]

[ Oh

Oho.

Ohohoho

Lace's expression immediately become one of glee at that.]

Oh my, what an utterly delicious reaction! I promise I'll be gentle [She teased, trying to reach over Hornet's shoulder to touch it again.] Let me touch agggaaAA

AAAA! [She probably should have prepared for something like this but she was so excited at the prospect of seeing that adorable reaction again that Lace is caught off guard. Hornet increasing her pace with drawing her fingers in and out of her, and the bite nearly sees Lace undone in more ways than one. Her leg spasms, reflexively kicking uselessly in the water.]

C-churlish spider.

[She wants to get up off her lap. To pin Hornet down, but with her neck held so it'd be impossible to do without risk.]

Hush now, wretch. You wouldn't want anyone to hear you being ruined by me, would you?

[ So much nastiness in Hornet's tone. She is thoroughly enjoying herself and all the noises she is getting out of this squirmy creature. To think her first time after a few centuries would be with someone so exciting and responsive and interesting and entirely unlike anyone she's had before.

A few more moments of this and Hornet spawns an excellent new idea, one of many that she has had today. She pulls her claws out of Lace, leans back, and claims her by both hips, yanking her lightweight body up until she's out of the water and mounted on Hornet's face.

Weighing as if nothing at all, Lace stays in place there effortlessly, sat atop Hornet's muzzle like a trophy. And from there Hornet treats her to a skilled mouth, sliding her slippery tongue through the slit, burying the length inside Lace's cunt, sucking graciously at her clit until saliva spills down her white jaw. She is polite enough to keep her teeth away this time, at least. ]

[The thought of being ruined by Hornet is an embarrassingly tantalizing one, but Hornet is right in that she would not want anyone to overhear them.

Perhaps this hadn't been the best place for them to escape to, but their options had been rather limited.]

So cruel, not letting me touch you. [She teased with a quivering voice. It looked like she wouldn't be getting a response any time soon, however, for she was then being lifted into the air. Her arms failed, startled by how Hornet could carry her without even needing to prepare herself.]

What are you doing?!

[When Hornet slips her tongue inside her, Lace knows she's in trouble. She doesn't even have the chance to prepare herself and a small strangled cry escapes her at that first contact.

From there it's a losing battle as she tries to maintain her composure but with every lick and suck of her clit Lace feels like she is being pushed closer and closer to something incredible. All haughty pretension is gone and when a particularly powerful jolt strikes through her, the name comes out reflexively.]

Hornet!

[She squirms, trying to free herself so she would have a chance to get herself back together but it's a half hearted effort. Soon she feels it getting closer and closer...and then it hits her. All her threads seem to minutely loosen and snap harshly back together all at once.

Hornet's name falls from her lips once more, impassioned and garbled before she slumps forward over the spider's head, clinging weakly to one of her horns.]

w-what did you do to me?! [She squeaks out]

[ Hornet's tongue splays like a blanket and she dutifully licks Lace through her orgasm until she slumps over. Beneath her, her jaws curve into a wicked, pleased smile.

Well. That answers those questions. Still, that was the strangest cunnilingus she has ever performed. What an utterly fascinating creature Lace is in every way.

Even with all of Lace's weight now pressing on her horns, Hornet still finds no difficulty in holding her up. Just as easily as she had perched Lace on her muzzle does she remove her, her mouth unlatching from her slit with a wet trail of saliva. She deposits Lace back in the hot water to give her a chance to relax and regain her strength.

At the question, however, Hornet blinks like an owl. ]

I brought you to climax. Was that not the intention of our coupling? [ She politely turns away to wipe her mouth, then gives Lace a kiss on the forehead, eyeing the holes on her neck. She'll patch them in a moment. ] Did you not enjoy it?

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[Agh...that was a pretty stupid question for Lace to have asked, yes.

It's not that Lace is ignorant of what happened, or the sorts of things that can occur when bugs mate, but it was just so far beyond her own experience it doesn't really naturally occur to her. She hadn't even been sure she was capable of such things, considering her own experimentation had never born fruit.

Her body still tingles, and the simple kiss to her forehead brings a well of happiness in her. It was an odd, quiet and serene sort of happiness, gently coaxing away that embarrassment.

Well. Part of it.]

Yes. Of course. You just caught me of guard.

[She finally says when her body and mind finally seem to calm down. She had been clinging to Hornet till then and lets go so she can pull away enough to look her in the eyes.]

But what of you? [Hornet seems adverse to letting her touch her tail, but Lace wants to do something.]

Hmmm.

[ Hornet quickly weaves the silk needed to thread Lace's neck wounds and stitches her back up. Then she rises and seats herself on the ledge, only her legs in the water now, and parts her thighs.

She would be amiss to not admit that the heat and steam feels sinfully good on her obvious arousal. She has not the time for shyness. Her slit is dripping, the white fluid making a clear sheen on her black shell. Up top she has two clits nestled side-by-side -- an anatomical gift of her ancestry, though Weaver half or Wyrm half, Hornet knew not. She watches Lace curiously. ]

Generous. Admittedly, I was not sure if you had the manners to reciprocate.

[ She pulls her tail forward so it's underneath her, nearly sitting on it like a pillow. It's delightfully fluffy. From the single duct weeps clinging silk, a side effect of all the blood flow down south. ]

You may touch me. Even the tail. Gently. I am -- not used. To having it touched.

[ It's not actually that she would mind if Lace yanked it at all, but she expects she would finish too fast. Oops. Having such an obvious weak spot is entirely more embarrassing for her than openly baring herself in a flea's spa carriage... ]

[Lace can't help but touch the spot where the wound had been. Perfect. As if they had never even been there to begin with.

At Hornet's comment of manners she gave an impertinent scoff.]

Of course I would! I am no selfish lover. [Nevermind the fact that she largely wanted to touch Hornet out of a desire to see her squirm.

When Hornet sits herself on the ledge, Lace scoots forward and...for a moment finds herself at a bit of a loss where to begin. Going for the tail sounds like it'd be too easy and while she definitely wants to touch it at some point, she won't start there.

After a bit of deliberation she puts an arm around each of Hornet's legs and ducks her head under, pressing kisses first to the inside of her left leg, and then moving to the right. Her tongue soon comes out following the trail of her kisses. Several times she came tantalizingly close to finally brushing against her cunt, but each time she'd just return to her legs--a kiss, a lick, a nip.]

[ Hornet's legs twitch. Lace's tongue and teeth feel nice already. She is sensitive, almost overwhelmingly so, not even having had relief from her own hand in far too long, and she presses her fangs into her tongue to hold back her noise. It's far too early to give Lace the satisfaction of hearing her come undone just yet.

Her legs spread wider, though, and her hand comes to rest encouragingly atop Lace's head, betraying how much she is enjoying herself already. ]

And who said you were my lover? Just as I said. You've gone soft.

[ She is fairly certain that Lace is teasing, of course. This arrangement is, as she understands, merely for satiating physical needs and nothing else. Probably. ]

[The hand atop of her head felt nice and at Hornet's words she pauses and lets out a bemused hum.]

Oh I am certain you know what I meant. I did not imagine you would be so particular about word choice--do you perhaps wish it were so?

[Lace hadn't even realized the implications of the word when she had spoken it, but before Hornet can answer she ducks her head back down between her legs to finally press her mouth against Hornet's slit. Her tongue slowly drags up the slit and she presses against both those sensitive buds.]

[ Hornet hisses. Her head fell back. Oh, that was so nice. Her clits were so swollen and sensitive and craving attention and Lace's tongue was so coy and kittenish. It was stupidly nice. She hated how good it felt and she hated the way her tail vibrated with enjoyment, giving an audible whap as it slapped against the floor on its own accord. Again the color in her face deepens, eyes squeezing shut. ]

Silence. [ The hand on Lace's head tightens, shoving her further between Hornet's legs. But for all of Hornet's bravado, it was clear she was losing herself. ] Put your mouth to use.

[Yes ma'am.

The order and shove seem to be unlocking something in Lace that she really doesn't want to think too much about, but it certainly gets her to double her efforts.

Her tongue presses against one clit, sliding against it then around, before giving the same treatment to the other. She feels that now familiar tingle in her chest as her mouth and chin begin to become coated in Hornet's excitement. Her tongue slides against both buds and she leans in further, finally slipping inside Hornet's cunt.

Lace only wishes she could see what Hornet must look like, but that just means she'll need to work heard to make sure she hears her.

The silk golem tries to be subtle as she raises a hand, then with a single finger strokes Hornet's tail.]

[ Hornet leaps again when she feels that touch on her tail, but this time she is more prepared, pushing into Lace rather than away from her, eyes squeezing shut. She moans. ]

Aaah...

[ Fuck.

Hornet does not ever swear, but the word floats through her mind anyways.

Her tail twitches like antennae. The whole thing feels nice when stroked and pet, but it is so very rude to touch a spider's tail and so undignified to enjoy it.

Fuckfuckfuck. Is it fine if her mind swims with vulgarity, for just a moment? If she betrays her princesshood for just this one time? No one else has to know. This is just between her and Lace and surely they'll never speak of it again.

Lace's tongue was long and wet and the muscles of Hornet's cunt squeeze around it as it prods inside of her. Her blood feels like it's boiling. She's so hot that even the air of the steamy room feels cool against her clits as Lace's tongue leaves them. She feels as if she is mating for the first time again.

She has to get herself together, but her hips grind against Lace's face on their own accord. The hoods of her two clits have pulled back in arousal and they strain for attention, open and exposed. She speaks, doing her best to keep composure and seem on top of herself, but it comes out shaky and breathless. ]

Very -- very good. More.

[Lace is utterly exhilarated by every sound and every move that Hornet makes. It's such sweet music and she herself can't help but think the same thing: more.

One fortunate thing about her body...not needing to breath means she doesn't need to stop for even a moment so she meets that grind of Hornet's hips with great enthusiasm. Her attention goes back to those two clits, now pert and she takes both into her soft mouth, lavishing them with her tongue and sucking ever so carefully. She's erring on the side of caution, wary of being too harsh.

Her hand now rests fully against Hornet's tail, slide against it in one big stroke before brushing against the duct spilling out silk.]

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so cute

confused bug discovers feelings both physical and emotional more at 11 xD

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