mistymansion | bug yuri

[That is fair. In truth, Lace herself doesn't fully understand how she feels about Hornet, in large part because she tries not to think about it too often. Since her Mother's death she has just been aimlessly existing, taking entertainment from Hornet when she could and other times just staring blankly at a distance, trying to empty her thoughts.

Maybe. Maybe she should actually start thinking about the future. Assume there is one and work from there? She'll think more on it.

Her eyes crinkle at the last statement.]

I understand.

[Still. If ever things change between them...she'll keep this particular piece of information in the back of her mind.]

[ That went over better than expected. Good.

Hornet looked at Lace for a while, just thinking about her and their time together and all that had happened earlier with the beastfly they'd set out to kill.

The rosaries they'd gotten were a nice reward. But this had been even better.

Hornet opened her legs slightly. ]

You did leave me wanting earlier.

I did, didn't I? How terribly rude of me.

[She leaned across to Hornet, expression playful and placed a kiss to her cheek, then right under her jaw, and finally to her neck. A warm hand pressed against her chest, before beginning a slow descent between Hornet's legs.]

Let me make that up to you.

[ Hornet made a soft, pleased sound. Her head tilted back and up so Lace had more of her to kiss. Then a hand was sinking down and down and down until it was between her legs.

Lace's hand was warm. The white silk of her hand was a striking contrast to Hornet's shiny black shell. Hornet wanted to look at it resting there forever.

Hornet pushed her hips back against her, ground up against her hand, showing Lace more of what she liked. She guided her up and down the seam, up against Lace's knuckles, then took her wrist and maneuvered her touch to just slightly part the slit so the fingers could tease at the exposed inner folds. Now Hornet was starting to purr again. ]

[Lace let Hornet guide her. This was still new to her, despite how she acted, so she was perfectly happy to be shown what was enjoyable. As Hornet took her wrist, she returned to pressing kisses along Hornet's neck, now peppering it and her shoulders. The sound of her purrs were absolutely hypnotic, driving Lace to give her anything she could want so long as she could continue listening.

Her fingers slowly dipped in, pulled back to tease only for a moment, before slipping inside her folds again. She pressed the tips of her fingers against her walls, moving them in gentle, massaging motions before she curled them up towards Hornet's belly.]

Those sounds you make are awfully endearing.

Aah...

[ That was nice. Very nice. The little tease at her entrance felt delicious and when Lace pressed up towards her belly, Hornet arched, doing anything she could to get more pressure on the upper wall of her cunt.

As she squeezed around Lace's fingers, Hornet wondered what she was experiencing right now. She had said all of this was new to her. Did that mean that -- well -- did that mean this was her first time feeling inside a cunt that wasn't silk?

It had to, right?

And did Lace notice the way Hornet got wet inside, how she got warmer, how her heart pumped harder, how the outer slit got fuller, how the inner walls expanded and stretched and flexed around her?

Hornet reached down and with a single claw, tugged the hoods of her clits back, showing that she was hard and swollen. The purring in the back of her throat did not cease. This time, at Lace's words, she brought her maw even closer to her face so she could hear it better. She was relaxed and aroused, and felt no need to be embarrassed. ]

Is this strange for you? To feel and see how my body changes in response to touch?

[That sound, the way that Hornet arched, captivated Lace. Beautiful she had thought before, dashing she had thought before, but those words don't seem to do Hornet justice.]

It's fascinating...and exquisite. [How she seems to get wet most of all. While her own body seemed to emulate a bug's in some ways, that was one thing hers could not do. Curiosity gets the better of her and she can't help but draw her hand just for a little to look at the substance, how it clung to her hand and in between her fingers. This was to make penetration easier, she assumed.

When Hornet showed her her clits she returned her hand between the spider's leg, rolling her excitement between her fingers before carefully palming at her arousal.]

Can this happen without provocation? [She had gleaned that was the case for many other bugs, and that many even had seasons where they were compelled to mate. It was a very different experience from her own and she was compelled by equal parts curiosity, and to learn what made Hornet feel good.]

Yes. It can, to many bugs. Though not to us Weavers.

[ Considering the lack of Weaver males and their issues with fertility, Hornet had a strong suspicion that they were designed without intention to reproduce.

But this way had some upsides too.

Hornet was always faring to go, not just when she was in season. Wasn't that nice?

Hornet let out a proper moan now. She covered her mouth. She ground herself against Lace's palm. She was even wetter now -- she had always gotten so wet -- to the point it was dripping down the cleft of her folds, running down her thighs and pooling on her tail. The hand on Lace's head began to gently push her down. ]

Ah...Lace, do you mind...your tongue...

As you wish, spider dear.

[Lace's tone was playful, pleased. She shifted off the edge of the bath, back into the water so that she could slide between Hornet's legs easily. Eager to please, she forgoes the teasing she may have usually done to glide her tongue against Hornet's folds, thoroughly cleaning up her excitement before delving in.

One hand grabbed ahold of a thigh to steady the spider, while the other swiftly pressed two fingers inside her again. When her fingers pressed and curled against one side, her tongue would go to the other leaving no part of her unexplored. Lace let herself be guided my Hornet's reactions, licking and sucking harder whenever she got a particularly exquisite one.

Oh what a treat it was to hear and feel her.]

[ Dear spider. Oh, Lace and her annoying nicknames that Hornet begrudgingly enjoyed so much.

Hornet was riding Lace now, rolling her hips to set the pace she liked for her fingers, grinding her clits on her tongue, and her soft and reserved noises grew louder, stronger.

Her cunt flexed around Lace's fingers each time she sucked on her clits. Hornet grit her teeth. Her fluffy tail was, much to her chagrin, slapping under Lace's jaw with enjoyment. It took everything she had just to keep herself sitting up.

Hornet lowered one claw and tilted Lace's face up while she serviced her, just so she could look into those pretty white eyes. ]

More. [ A command. She was getting close. Her hips bucked and bucked and the thigh that Lace held onto twitched and spasmed. She was at Lace's mercy here, in the end. ] Nnh... Another finger. It will stretch. And you should know -- ah...! -- you should know that if you go deeper, you may feel something hard. That is my cervix. It is fine to touch, but only gently.

[Lace was finding her rhythm and angling herself as Hornet did to better reach her depths with tongue and fingers. Everything else had faded around her, so when Hornet tilts her upward she snaps back to reality with surprise. Her eyes are bright, almost luminescent when she looks up at Hornet, face and chin covered in the spiders juices and silk.

Lace looked at her, puzzled for a moment before her eyes crinkled in mirth and she did as commanded, slipping a third finger inside her spider. She reached in forward, a little cautious at first till she knew exactly what Hornet was indicating. Ah--there it was. Another thing they did not share, and as told Lace was gentle. She tried to avoid touching it as much as possible, instead focusing on pumping her fingers in and out, steadily increasing her pace more and more, and pressing her thumb against Hornet's clits in tandem.

[ Hornet shuddered. Orgasm. It ripped through her body, rolling, hypnotic, as if a wave. She snapped her teeth together with a click as she came on Lace's fingers, her cunt squeezing like a vice, her tail vibrating in pleasure.

She did not break eye contact with Lace.

She sagged with relaxation once the initial waves passed. Several hard, heaving breaths later and she coaxed Lace up to lick her come and her silk off her jaw and then to kiss her, filling her mouth with her tongue, swapping the taste of herself between them. Hornet had never been one for her own taste -- but coming from someone she liked, she found she was enjoying it. ]

[Lace lifted herself up and sat on Hornet's lap, wrapping her arms around the spider and giggling a little at the licks. The kiss was returned in earnest, and she hugged her tight, pressing her plush body against her hard shell.

When they broke, Lace couldn't help but hold her forehead against Hornet's. The affection she tried so hard to hide shone unhindered from her eyes before she broke the contact and pulled herself off the spider's lap to sit next to her.]

Today certainly has been a day of discovery, has it not? I am glad for how we've spent it.

[Certainly not what she had been expecting when she had been vying so hard for her attention in the morning, but all the better for it.]

Yes. It has been.

[ Now Hornet was drying Lace off with a towel. Once she found her sufficiently cleaned up she slung her silk beast over a shoulder, moved downstairs, and deposited Lace onto her bed. Her bed had mostly become Lace's bed, really.

Hornet took a seat next to her. She had learned much about herself today, some favorable and some not, and much about Lace, too. Not to mention this annoying cracked horn that radiated pain down the left side of her face and jaw. ]

It is always an adventure with you. We got a good stash of rosaries out of it, as well.

[ Then, quieter: ]

...I do not know if you realized at the moment, but we made love very close to the spot that we met for the first time.

Wo---hey now! [Lace admonished when Hornet carted her over her shoulder. At least carry her in your arms if you are going to do that, Hornet!! She gave the spider a peeved expression when she set her down on the bed which then became surprised. Made love?! She almost commented on it before remembering that she herself had used the term 'lover' the first time they lay together and admonished Hornet for making a big deal out of it.]

I. Suppose so? What of it?

[ Hornet shot Lace a look. GOD. She was so dense sometimes. No, she wasn't dense. She knew exactly what she was doing and what Hornet meant and was doing this on purpose. ]

...and you do not find anything romantic or endearing about this fact? You are impossible.

[Haha. She's in danger.

Hornet just used the word

.]

My goodness, spider! Could the jest I made earlier actually have been spot on?

[For once Lace wishes she could keep her own mouth shut.

Say nah. Say psych.]

[ Oh, there she goes again, changing moods on a whim.

Hornet tired of this game.

It was not that Hornet hated this side of Lace. She'd grown to enjoy Lace's taunting and jesting, as maddening as it could be. It kept things...exciting.

But Lace had a penchant to do so any time Hornet wished to discuss something serious.

Was this fair to her feelings? Perhaps it was a projection. Could something not be a projection and also be true? Was it so hard for Lace to just tell her all she wanted was sex? Hornet would not be offended. After all she had done for Lace --

Hornet growled, a low and deep baritone rumbling from her throat, and it faded into a tight, angry hiss. She was not amused. ]

I see. You did not feel the same way I did about it. Is that so hard to say, child? After I opened my home and my bed for you, after I protected you and comforted you over the loss of your sibling and your mother, you still have no respect for me. Out. [ She poked Lace's side with a claw. ] Sleep on the couch.

[Lace jerks back at at the hiss]

That's not--

[But she shuts her mouth. Even she knows how badly she fucked up this time. What she feels for Hornet is dangerous. The very possibility that Hornet might reciprocate would make it that much harder to just ignore them and she truly had just been joking when she made the projection comment.

No, she was misunderstanding, she had to. Hornet was just fed up with her childishness and inability to speak.

...

There was no way to misinterpret "You did not feel the same way I did.", is there? Lace feels something twist inside her. Guilt for hurting Hornet's feelings. Shame for not being able to just speak honestly. Anger that Hornet thought that after a lifetime of having to play a role, of barely speaking with anyone she could be ready for that. Fear at the idea of possibly admitting, and accepting whatever was going on between them.

She hovers just for a second before getting up.]

Very well.

[Exile to the couch was easier to deal with than...all this. She hesitates for a moment, an apology on her lips, but she swallows it before making her way to the couch.]

Edited 2025-11-09 00:07 (UTC)

[ Once Hornet is certain Lace has settled on the couch she sits up to glare at her from across the room like a prairie dog.

Then she throws Lace's pillow at her and retreats under the blankets. But not before re-appearing to throw one of the blankets at her, too, pissed.

Those were, after all, her pillow and her blanket, the ones she slept with, every night at Hornet's side.

Then Hornet retreated back underneath, not exactly acting terribly mature herself.

Huff.

She missed Lace at her side already. ]

((ooc; think this is a good wrap up for this one?))

[There was a small poof as the pillow hit her head and she gave an irritated grunt.

She took the pillow and blanket that soon followed and settled into the couch, curling up into a tiny ball. Guilt gnawed away at her and she kept thinking on how she should just get up and at the very least apologize but her jaw felt glued shut and she just stared blankly at the backrest of the couch.

Why had she said that? She could have just just feigned ignorance. or maybe changed the subject. Or even just not commented. Anything would have been better than a joke.

...

Why had Hornet brought that up to begin with? Had she been trying to cast a net for what Lace might feel? Had she been building up to something? What did it matter. Even with her but a few steps away, Lace felt lonelier than she ever had in years. This was exactly why she had become fearful when she start realizing she might have these feelings for Hornet, and why she wanted to squash them out at any costs. She never, ever wanted to be attached to someone ever again....yet it seemed it was too late for that.

Hornet had already buried herself deep.]

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lmaooo im so sorry hornet she's emotionally constipated

LMAO like hornet didn't know what she was getting into

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prairie dog hornet is killing me