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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?

Edited 2025-10-27 15:54 (UTC)

[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.]

[ Hornet is forced down to her back, propping herself up on her elbows. Her eyes squeeze tightly shut. The sucking is good. So good. Almost too good. She's barely able to restrain herself now, little whines and gasps spilling their way out of her clenched jaw. Both clits throb in Lace's mouth now, on her tongue; Hornet's hand on her head tightens even further, now pressing her claws in as she smothers her into her cunt. As she grinds her hips, it tugs both clits out of Lace's mouth, only to pop them back in. The motion is utterly delicious. ]

Lace --

[ Hornet whimpers. Lace has a surprisingly talented mouth and touch. Her tail lazily spills silk all over Lace's hand, loose and without the usual intricate structure of the material. She has no control over it. Nor does she her sex, spilling its own arousal down Lace's face.

Her spine arches. Lace's stroking feels like electricity climbing up her shell and into her brain, and Hornet's tail can only flutter and vibrate in response. The entrance of her cunt clenches. Just a bit of harder suction and she's going to pop. ]

Don't stop -- harder --

[Hornet is being so cute right now and Lace is happy to oblige. When the spider lays on her back, Lace shifts a little so she can pull Hornet's legs up over her shoulders to rest there. She readily accepts being shoved forward and follows Hornet's wish, licking and sucking her with more vigor.

Now that both her hands are free, the one not stroking her tail is brought to her cunt and she imitates what Hornet had done to her earlier, slipping a finger inside and curling it experimentally. She's warm and soft inside, a stark contrast to her tough shell and if lace had much capacity for thought right now, she'd be intrigued.]

[ A little more and Hornet comes violently with a deep and satisfied noise stifled only by her teeth. Though her hips and legs thrash, she is surprisingly elegant considering the intensity of her orgasm, back arching into a tight arc as she keels forward, clutching Lace's head in place.

It's been so long that Lace's single finger feels like three. As if she's coming for the first time. Within the black expanse of her shut eyes, Hornet sees little stars.

When the brutal waves of pleasure are over she goes flat and limp, chest heaving, just feeling the hormones flood her brain. ]

Ahhh...

[ She sits up and peers down, Lace still inside her. She's evidently embarrassed. She'd shown a deeply vulnerable side of herself and made some mortifying noises to boot.

...But the sex had been quite good. This whole adventure hadn't been a bad way to spend the day. ]

...Thank you. [ A relaxed sigh. ] Do not...do not speak of this to anyone else.

[ As if on cue her very happy tail releases a final drop of thread. Her thread. Her silk, that was now in Lace's neck, a part of her body. Sigh. ]

[Lace finally pulls herself from between Hornet's legs and fixes her with an absolutely devilish expression. She isn't of the mind to go blabbing to anyone but she of course can't help but tease Hornet.]

Oh? I'm not allowed to say how I got the hero of Pharloom to squirm? Now that's no fun.

[She pulls back so she can splash her face with some water, cleaning it of any of what remains of Hornet's excitement.

Lace's body was still tingling pleasantly and she was left feeling a bit emotional. She planted her hands on either side of Hornet's hips and pulled herself out of the water just enough so she could hover about her and quickly kiss her mouth, before she flopped to the side.]

But fine. I'll keep this memory of your adorableness all to myself.

[ When Lace flops over Hornet leans down and tilts her chin up with a single firm claw, her gaze intense. ]

Do not forget, it is only because I wanted you to do so. Otherwise, I would have swiftly cut your neck. Silk girl.

[ Then she leans in and gives Lace another peck, releasing her.

She washes herself with the hot water and stretches, then starts toweling herself dry. When she's well and cleaned up she starts patting Lace dry too with the same towel. ]

We can stay here longer, or return to Bellhart. I leave the choice to you. Though before we depart, I would like a bite of the Moorwing.

[Lace met Hornet's gaze evenly and smiled.]

Of course.

[If Hornet hadn't wanted it, she certainly wouldn't have either.

She sits up and stretches an arm above her head. She blinks when Hornet begins to dry her off, and tugs at the towel. She can do it herself.

The question is pondered but it doesn't take her long to decide. Lace would reluctantly admit she had had fun here, but her social battery was definitely depleted.]

I wish to return.

Then return we shall.

[ She hands Lace the towel and throws her cloak back on after inspecting it to ensure they didn't get any...fluids on it. Using her mirror, she takes a glance at herself, stuffing her neck fur back inside and shaking any ruffles out in her clothing so it cascades around her waist. Then she gives the mirror to Lace, too.

While Lace gets ready, Hornet looks over her shoulder, curious. ]

I find it very impressive that you have the capacity for orgasm. I do hope you enjoyed yourself.

[ Girl. Learn to talk sexy. ]

[Lace dries herself off methodically. Thankfully it's easier than one might expect for a creature made of fabric, but she was the one who was able to survive being dropped in lava. She fixes her hair up next, repinning any strands that had come loose.

It is in the midst of this that Lace pauses and just looks at Hornet a bit incredulously. Sex was something that she had barely even thought about over her years and even she could do better than that. She's so caught off guard that after a moment she just shrugs.]

I'm surprised myself. But yes. I did. [She responded, not realizing the implications in her words and grabbing her clothing to start redressing.]

[ Hornet catches Lace's slip of tongue, of course. She keeps staring while Lace redresses.

Apparently she hadn't had the full story after all.

Blink. Blink. ]

You are surprised? Has it never happened before?

[Lace pauses, then gives a forced casual shrug and awkward shake of her head.]

It has not.

[She stands up when dresses and examines herself to make sure that all is in place.]

You said what they are roasting over the fire is Moorwing? I thought it looked familiar. Was that your doing?

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so cute

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

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