Spiders and More Spiders (NSFW)

[Acewing13]

Liu Dongli watched from the passenger window as the red vegetation gave way to bare terrain, the small human aircraft landing on a small, rudimentary airstrip. As she stepped down the airstairs with her backpack and suitcase, she was immediately assaulted by the noise of construction around her. Construction vehicles and drones were everywhere, building a large, proper airport and more permanent all-purpose apartment buildings. There were also men and women in red camouflage, armored vehicles rolling about the perimeter of the large clearing. She understood why: first contact with the Theradectans started with a murder, and the Li Ming government used every soft and hard card it could play to prevent an interspecies war, then used the same cards to convince the local Aos Si to cede this piece of land for internodal travel. Not all the local Aos Si were happy with it, and there were always threats of rogue actors causing violence. Still, there were too many guns around for her taste.

As she approached the Aos Si dome that housed the node gate, she was met by the Theradectan delegation sent to escort her.

Behind the scenes, there had been much debate in the Bureau of Research and Development over who should help teach the human. The Neolathians didnt want to be directly involved, but closely monitored. The Dagothans were interested, but didn't want to work in Cailin. Finally, the Robertin stepped in to take up the work, which was why a red chitined Theradectan stood waiting, followed by two nervous Shalug Char bodyguards. The larger spider was covered with a red and purple silken sheet, tied around the neck and thorax.

"Ms. Liu? I'm Baron Hennat," the spider said, bowing to the human. "Are you ready to depart?"

Dongli bowed back, with a hand over fist in front of her. Baron Hennat would note an insulating jacket over her tradition human wear, tattoos of birds on the left side of her face, hair partially dyed, and a right eye that mechanically twitched.

“Please, lead the way, Baron.” It sounded archaic to Dongli, that such a hierarchical civilization made it into space. Then again, the Pan Asian Combine wasn’t much better. Perhaps democracy was the anomaly among space faring civilizations, rather than the norm. An intriguing, yet troubling thought.

The Baron led the way back towards the node, waving Dongli forward. “Liu is the last name, right? Kind of a new concept for us. We just go with ‘son or daughter of’ or ‘from location’ to sort that out.”

The Aos Si dome was done refurbishing two months ago. The hazardous black spikes were removed, the entire structure strengthened with modern human, metallic spines. There were debates on whether or not to patch up the hole that tore through the ceiling, but ultimately an aesthetically pleasing ring was cut around it, the new circular hole providing natural light to border control and scientists working in the structure.

“We usually go by our full names on formal occasions, given names if we’re family or close friends.” Dongli explained. “Though, sometimes a surname alone in certain contexts can be used disrespectfully. It comes down to tone.” She was speaking in the native Theradectan tongue, using a mix of hisses and clicks. It ended up sounding slow and mechanical to the Baron.

“I didn’t mean to offend,” Hennat said, turning to look at Dongli, clicking his pincers in approval as the group walked straight to the node, the hole surrounded by lightly armed soldiers. “Excellent grammar, if a strange…accent. Feel free to speak in your native tongue, if for no other reason than your comfort. Pretty sure human throats aren’t supposed to make that sound normally.”

Dongli cleared her throat. Her right eye blinked unnaturally, followed by a translator turning on. “Apologies, and thank you. I was fast-tracked the Theradectan language within a month for this exchange program. I was apprehensive that I would need to speak it the whole time for cultural politeness. I’m happy that you’re accommodating, Baron.”

“No problem at all, Ms. Liu. You’ll get plenty of practice either way,” he said, as they were waved through the line and they started to tilt over as gravity shifted. “Translators are limited to personnel that interact with your nation. Actually, I’d advise not trying it out around whiter chitined Neolathians. Very prideful, probably wouldn’t appreciate the effort.”

“Right… I read the material you’ve provided. There is much to say of the Neolathians, Dagothans, and Robertins.” Dongli trailed off. “But, that’s what I’m here to do, learn more about your kind the way you teach your own. That, and get this power of mine under control.” She showed the Baron her bandaged right hand, treated for frostburn.

“Hmm, yes,” Hennat said, stretching up on his legs to waist height, reaching halfway out to her hand. “May I see?”

Dongli nodded, letting the Baron touch her hand using his pincers. A small, electrical pulse ran from her body to his, causing both of their hairs to rise. Her hand was cool to the touch with a threat to it. There was no doubt that strong catonite related potential ran through her blood.

“Curious,” the spider said, his pincers lightly holding her hand, one pincer moving in a circle. “That you’re only exposed to a node for a fraction of a year, yet achieve this power.” Realizing that the hold had gone for too long, he chittered wordlessly as he skittered down the node. “Best not take too long. Lot for you to get settled with.”

“Of course.” Dongli retracted her hand, and focused back on the changing gravity. She felt her heart race the closer they approached the node. She blinked to check her vitals on her eye terminal. Nothing to be concerned about, but certainly elevated. A mix of emotional anticipation, and the catonite in her blood responding to the node, no doubt.

“Baron, for a species that has used node travel for so long, how does your body react?” She asked the chittering spider.

“Honestly, this node’s quite peculiar, especially the gravity shift,” Hennat said as they now walked down the throat of the node. “We looked back at our records and as far as we can tell, either the Aos Si manipulated the node to Dagotha so it was on ground level or it came like that. Still not sure how we forgot about this node, it speaks to the elves having a deeper involvement in the First Empire than is recorded.” He shook his head and turned to look at Dongli. “Sorry, rambling. Elevated heart rate mainly, to answer your question. Spells are also more powerful here as well.”

“Something I’d rather not try out.” Dongli clutched her bandaged hand. She barely understood what the Baron was talking about; she knew it was important, but the history of this all just wasn’t her area of interest. She was more concerned about Theradectan biology and controlling these new found powers. Perhaps she should pay more attention to the history, if that would help her endeavors.

The human woman stepped up to the entrance of the node gate, her heart beating up her throat. It called to her invitingly, an uncanny, emotional communication between an inanimate object and a thinking being. Dongli looked visibly unsettled. “To these gates… talk to us?” She asked the Baron nervously.

“It’s not the gate or node, per say,” he said, walking backward now to pay attention to her. “When you get more in tune with your powers, you’ll hear something similar all around you. Current theory is that all catonite is connected to some extent and thus we’re ‘hearing’ echoes from elsewhere. Though that doesn’t quite explain how your species had catonite without obvious nodes, so there’s a renewed debate on the subject.”

“The physicists think that it’s because we’ve been using catonite for our FTL engines before we truly understood the implications. Some say all of human space linked by interstellar travel is already infected with catonite.” Dongli replied. “Infected, their term, not mine. Still, the idea that I’ll be hearing from others with catonite worries me. How does your society deal with that? Your people always connected, whether you like it or not?” Though, coming to think of it, that wasn’t too different from human society with the network, especially with cybernetics.

“Unless you’ve have a powerful scrying spell going or near a node, it’s less eavesdropping and more a background hum,” the Baron said with a shrug. “And here, we don’t know who we’re listening to, so it’s basically meaningless. Scrying is heavily regulated, though on Atos that mostly means it’s the domain of the government. Dagotha is more concerned about privacy, but we’ll be staying in a harsher climate in that aspect.”

 

[Acewing13]

“You think that would extend to electronic communication?” Dongli asked. “I do feel weird about an alien species snooping on what I send to my friends and family back home, no disrespect.” Her attention was pulled back to the node gate after her question. “How do we go through this? Is there a ritual?”

Hennat answered the second question by walking over the invisible line where Li Ming became Atos. “No, just a bridge. If you wanted to mess with the bridge, then we’d be talking about heavy duty rituals, but that’s a lesson for another time,” he said. “As far as I know, we can’t magic into your electronics, but I can’t promise that we’re not snooping in other ways. You and the diplomats of the HFR are the first aliens on homeworld soil since the Aos Si left thousands of years ago. There’s some concerns, rightly or wrongly, about your intentions. I hope that your government is at least as concerned about our delegations and the ex-slaves you’ve taken into your home.”

“I’d like to think both of our governments are acting in good faith, despite our biological and ideological differences.” Dongli crossed the threshold with the Baron, which sent a shiver through her spine, not due to any sensations from the gate, but precisely because there was no sensation at all, as if she didn’t just cross a hundred light years of real space in an instant. The thought made her headspin, at how it was all so seamless. The human woman went silent, leaning against a wall on the other side of the gate to take deep breaths and rationalize what just happened.

As Dongli staggered through the node, the build up on the Atos side became clear. Dirt turned into metal paneling and as gravity shifted below her, handrails started at both human and Theradectan height, easing the way into a normal gravity. And still, the tunnel seemed extended far above ground level.

“I hope you’re alright,” the Baron said, stopping a few steps below her. “Sorry about the hike, we’re still deciding between putting an escalator in or just sending a cable down the node and having a local orbital station on your side. Seeing your reconstruction of the Aos Si dome, probably should just go ahead with the escalator.”

The human woman barely heard the Baron as she recovered from her momentary existential crisis. Once her senses came back to her, she was confronted with the new challenge of trying to figure out where she was. They were in a new, enclosed space, and with how gravity warped she couldn’t tell up or down. Part of her wanted to throw up. Instead, she just waved at the Baron. “Please, just lead the way.”

The spider nodded and after jumping across the gap in the circular stairway, he started walking up the steps, with Dongli in the middle and the annoyed Shalug Char soldiers following up the rear.

As they climbed and with not much to look at, the strangeness of the steps stood out. The handrails and platforms were hinged, as if to lay flat on the metal walls. Retro reflectors marked the walls, making vertical lines that were labeled in Cessytic script of the distance from the node. The walls widened as they climbed, turning the cylindrical walls into a funnel. At the rough equivalent of thirty feet, the stairs turned into a gridded walkway, the ceiling covered by a steel iris, giant petals attached to thick metal armature. More Shalug Char soldiers idled around the walkway, cleaning weapons and doing other maintenance, a few spiders turning to look at the newcomers.

"Come on," Hennat said, waving Dongli to keep following, into the bright light of Atargatis' afternoon rays.

A cocktail of stimuli washed over Dongli. Her eyes squinted in reaction to the new sunlight, her ears quickly becoming aware of the urban noises. As she looked upward, her eyes widened again at the planet’s orbital ring, partially hidden beyond the atmosphere, yet still visible and awesome. As Dongli composed herself, she became aware of her slowed breathing, along with the heat and humidity of the region.

“So this is Cailin…” The human woman commented out loud, as she took off her jacket, revealing a white Cheongsam and dark blue leggings.

“Indeed,” the Baron said, looking at her for a few moments rather than the surroundings that were, to him, commonplace. “Anyway, let's get going,” he added, hurrying off to a waiting helicopter, its twin rotors starting to spin up as its passengers neared.

Soon taking off, the purpose of the funnel-shaped structure became clear. On ground level, a globe of slats covered machine gun emplacements covering every side of the node, defenses ensuring the previous terrorist attack would be the last. And above the funnel, a cable from the orbital ring was positioned directly above, a near copy of the structure except for the utilitarian train cars occasionally coming and going into it.

“The orbital station I was talking about,” Hennat said, pointing at the suspended construction site. “Has other bits and bobs on it, but that’s all classified.”

“You plan on building one in orbit of Zhuque? I’m sure we’d be honored, but why?” Dongli asked.

“Well, at first the plan would be to have a station on the ground on your end,” the Baron said. “It’d be a great aid to continue our commerce between realms. We’ve got plenty of people who’d love to see an alien world that’s just a short stop from the Cailin Spur and our entire dual worlds would be accessible to the HFR as well. Then if that went well, we could scale up and collaborate on a ring around your home, Zhuque, right. From there, it’d be easy to rig up a similar system of cables. Could sell it as more environmentally friendly transit for your elven friends, I hear they worry about that stuff.”

Dongli’s eyes lightened up at the scale of the project. “You think you can create a node gate in orbit? Sounds like quite the task, that and actually building an entire orbital ring.”

“Depends on what our governments agree to and prioritize,” the spider said with a shrug. “Either way, we’d have to use your current orbital infrastructure to start off, but the dividends would be tremendous. Orbit being just an hour or so away nearly lets you commute from the surface. Though, that will be less needed when the next project is completed. Hanging entire cities off the ring.”

“Seems like your species are even more suited to that kind of infrastructure, given your biology.” Dongli observed. “Though, having catonite probably incentives you to build those structures, given that it can bend spacetime, or so our physicists say.”

“How do you mean, incentivize?” the Baron asked with a tilt of his head.

The human woman shrugged, “Figured it made building structures like orbital rings cheaper, encouraging you to build them.”

“Huh,” Hennat said, scratching his head as he thought it over. “I suppose it would be a lot harder otherwise. Most of the materials are…mundane, I guess from your perspective. Copper, steel, carbon fiber. But catonite does help smooth the spinning core inside the ring, strengthening the hold the train cars have on the cables…” He tapped his pincers a few times while he pondered before shaking his head and throwing a rapid fire clicking of humor. “I think I’ll be learning a lot more with you than I thought, Ms. Liu.”

“So as I hope, that I’ll learn much here.” Dongli replied back with a polite smile.

Their flight was short, sticking to the historical district of the city, but climbing up the nearest mountain before arriving at the peak. A small square complex was set up, concrete walls separating it from surrounding stone structures. An array of short off-white buildings sat inside the walls on three sides, the last side keeping a tower and a small helipad, the concrete surrounded by a well-kept lawn, the scrubgrass superficially similar to old Earth varietals except for the dark yellow shade.

“Now, for the next question,” Hennat said once they landed, pointing towards two options, the nearest short structure and the tower. “What do you want to do first? See your new quarters or the school?”

 

[Acewing13]

“I’d like to drop off my luggage first.” Dongli requested. She shrugged an internal sigh of relief, that there was plenty of horizontal space. She imagined Theradectan society to be a lot of vertical walls and steps that would make a human’s life exhausting.

“Sure,” the Baron said, leading the way as one of the bodyguards peeled off and the last one followed his charges at a further distance. The short walk was just enough for the new smells of the lawn to acquaint themselves, the crackle of the grass blades under their feet loud in the relative quiet of the complex.

“I apologize for the bareness of the furnishings,” the spider said, opening the door to reveal that there were few walls inside, with a large circular bed dominating the middle of the room, white sheets sitting folded to one side. The rest of the room contained several tables, a few tall wardrobe-esque fittings, all in the same off-white color. “And for the cheapness. We had to retrofit a warehouse for your use, so it’s all silk fiberboard. I can have new things brought in as you request them or ask to be built for you as well, we weren’t sure how separated work and personal quarters you’d prefer. All the plumbing stuff is through that door,” he added, pointing to the one interior wall. “Again, didn’t know how you’d want to deal with meal times or bathroom furnishings, there were so many options in your data dump, so there’s a full kitchen and bathroom that way. But you’re free to use the cafeteria and eat there or wherever you want, really. Just let us know what you prefer. Whole thing is lined with power cables and network lines, so let us know where you want to put your computer equipment.”

As she walked into the room, her weight made the stiffened silk fibers in the floorboards creak, which made Hennat tap one leg against the floor in annoyance. “Yet another thing I didn’t think of, weight distribution,” he said, looking around the room.

“I think I’ll manage, I’m just glad that I can stand up straight.” Dongli smiled assuredly. She set down most of her luggage, leaving on only a single strap bag. “I’ve been to Aos Si colleges that were in the information age and pre-industrial age. My teenage years weren’t too kind either…” She trailed off, “The point is, I’m used to living conditions that aren’t the epitome of the fusion age.” Dongli took a drink of water from her bottle, then blinked in quick succession to test the network connection and fire off messages to home. “I’d like to visit campus proper now. I remember classes starting in two days?”

“Yes,” the Baron said, happy to change the subject, heading back out the door and walking towards the tower. “The facilities are a little old at this point, some of the tunnels date back to the Council of Neolath’s first nuclear fission tests, before the Succession War, but they’ve been updated with modern infrastructure.”

Dongli’s skin crawled, her eyebrows knit. “I hope they’re still not using these for fission weaponry development.” She remarked with suppressed disdain. Ugly history, no doubt.

“It was reactor experiments here, weapons were under that mountain,” Hennat said, turning to look at her and point at a mountain on the other side of the city. “Real nasty spot is the Kiez Valley,” he added, pointing in another direction. “That’s where the Neolathians set off their nukes to destroy the Robertin division getting close to Cailin. And the slave soldiers set up to hold the line to draw them in. Still radioactive, after all these centuries.”

“Radioactive, in more ways than one.” Good to see Theradectan history up close and personal. It's just as ugly as that of the HFR. Dongli felt like she needed to throw up again, but instead she felt her hairs stand up and a coolness take over her right hand. She shook her head quickly and grabbed onto her right hand with her left. “Let’s go, quickly, perhaps somewhere else on campus with a more benign history?” Dongli pleaded.

“We’ll stay away from there,” the spider promised, walking backwards to the tower. “They’re mostly storage these days anyway. We still need to go down to get to the classrooms and offices though. Are you alright? We can delay the tour and give you some more time to acclimatize if you need it.”

“No, I’m okay.” Dongli waved the Baron off. “I’ll have to talk to my therapist later and get started on magic training.” She showed him her hand again, now covered with shards of ice in the humid weather. “Past trauma and spontaneous magic powers are a bad mix, let’s put it that way for now. I apologize for my lack of decorum.”

“No need, I should have noticed your distress at the topic at first,” Hennat said, shaking his head. “Now I know what that facial expression means.”

Entering the tower, three options for descending the tower were available. First, a ring of stairs went down along the wall, the steps carved into the rock and a handrail set at a low Theradectan height. Second, a modern elevator shaft stood on one side of the opening left by the stairs. Finally, the third method was shown by a gray chitined Theradectan that entered the tower just after them, holding books in their pincers as their back claws hooked silk on a hook on the side of the elevator and dropped into the open shaft.

“I assume you’ll prefer the elevator,” the Baron said, gesturing to the machine.

Their first stop wasn’t too far, opening into a wide room, tiled floors covered with low tables and benches except for serving tubs of various foodstuffs, the sweet smell of caramelized fat accompanied with foreign scents. “Again, if you want to eat by yourself you can,” Hennat said with a shrug. “But food is always available here, even in the middle of the night.”

“I’d like to have a small snack with you, if that’s alright, Baron.” Dongli picked up a plate and grabbed the thin utensils designed for the Theradectan pincer, cut herself a slice of the caramelized fat, and then sat at one of the low tables. “ Is this desert, or considered a main meal entree, Baron? What does your diet consist mostly of? Carbohydrates? Lipids? Protein?”

“Protein mostly,” Hennat said, picking up a similar slice, but adding a few sauces onto it before sitting down. “Though this…are you someone who does or doesn’t want to know where the food they’re eating comes from?”

Dongli chuckled. “Baron, our synthetic meat process is one of the most disgusting methods of food production known to man, only outcompeted by slaughtering actual animals, but we phased that out decades ago. So no, I’m not squeamish. Educate me. I’m here to study Theradectan biology, after all.”

“Oh,” the spider said, scratching his head as he looked at the food. “It’s pretty disgusting on that front then. This is roasted Forpedic, an…ant-like animal that’s the oldest species we domesticated. Specifically, it’s the abdomen, which has been bred to be as much sugar as protein.”

Dongli chuckled again. “That’s pretty tame by human standards. We’ve been eating arthropods for centuries now. They’re a staple in our diet, along with rice and mushrooms. Some cultures in human space are still put off by them without grinding them into powder, but I come from one that will eat whatever.”

The Baron turned to look at Dongli for a few moments before shrugging and slicing into the abdomen.. “Guess you get used to whatever you’re born into,” he said, his buzzing uninterrupted by his chewing.

Dongli paused, then shook her head vehemently. “No, not necessarily.” She took the last bite of the abdomen. “Good ideas and practices, sure. But eventually we grow tired of poor practices, and we start to question them. Some people deal with it. Perhaps many do so for decades, centuries. But eventually someone rejects it and starts doing something about it. At least, that’s how us humans got out of the stone age and became a better species. How the Theradectan’s developed, that’s my job to learn.”

She stood up. “Again, apologies for the lack of decorum.”

“Apology accepted,” the spider said, dabbing his mouth with a napkin before looking up at her. “But unnecessary. I’d just advise to keep in mind who’s in the room before you go over certain…poor practices.”

“Ah, yes, the sticking point that keeps the atmosphere cold beyond my out of control powers.” Dongli nodded. “You’ll have to point to me who the Neolathians are and their sympathizers. You don’t happen to be one, Baron?”

“It’s easy, the whiter the chitin, the more likely that they’re slavers,” Hennat said, getting up from the table and walking towards the elevator. “And if they’re nobility Count on up, they most likely own slaves as well, so they don’t like being reminded that they’re pieces of rotten chitin.”

“Good to know that we can be friends.” Dongli smiled at him. “Show me where the medical clinic and the gymnasium are.”

 

[Acewing13]

“We’ll get there, but first,” the Baron said, hitting the next button down. “The office you’ll be working out of.”

The short ride and walk to the offices was quiet, the spider scuttling ahead, waiting for Dongli to catch up, and then scuttling down the hallway again. Soon he opened a door and revealed a fully set up laboratory, with a variety of machines on motorized tables, some obvious, like microscopes, others having alien purposes.

“Nice.” Dongli exclaimed, walking around to inspect the instruments. “The ceiling is a little low, but I’ll get used to it.” She remarked, looking up and pushing against the tiles. “It’s a stretch, but the professor wouldn’t happen to be in today, would they?”

“They should be in later,” the spider said, walking into the room, “But I’ll be working in here as well, so if you have questions, I can answer them.”

“Is that so?” Dongli turned around. “What is a Baron doing working in a biology lab?” She put her hand up, smiling with curiosity. “Wait, don’t tell me. I’ve seen this before amongst the Aos Si. I’ll have to ask you later. Maybe lunch after class, or whenever a break comes up tomorrow. Were you assigned to me because you happened to work in this lab, or the other way around?”

“Similar work in Bosicobel,” Hennat said with a shrug. “But when the opportunity came up to work on a whole other ecosystem and to do so with the most foreign exchange student possible, I couldn’t say no.”

—---
“Settle down,” Professor Yasanu said, the Theradectan walking into the classroom, students spread out on low couches with attached tables for holding computer equipment. Seats were filled with various colors of chitin, white, yellow, and red predominating and anything darker than a light grey being noticeably absent. There was one spot on the side, where a more vertically oriented desk sat. “Anyway, welcome to Epidemiology Fundamentals, if you’re in the wrong class, now’s the time to leave.” After a moment of no movement to the door, the professor nodded. “Good. Next up, syllabus. Please pull up your digital copy and pay attention. I won’t take ‘Oh, I didn’t know this was due today’ excuses. Everything is on here.”

‘Start of human classes this boring?’ Hennat typed, before sending the message to Dongli who sat next to him.

Dongli stuck out like a sore pincer on the side of the room, sitting tall compared to everyone else. She accessed the syllabus on her eye terminal, while she took key notes on a physical notebook. “Lectures, yes. All the interesting learning happens in the homework and lab research.” Her eye darted to get a message onto her terminal, before sending it to the Baron. Of course, she wasn’t going to be bored here, with the constant curious looks up at her. “Are you still up for lunch after classes today?” She asked, eager to make a friend with her liaison.

‘Of course,’ the Baron typed, while the professor started going over lecture topics. General Health and Population Indicators, Randomized Trials, Ancient Aos Si text and equipment, First Robertin Empire usage of Aos Si equipment, Selection Bias, the list went on and on. ‘Good time to go over things that might be confusing.’

“Great, we’ll talk in earnest then.”

—---

"So, how's your first day going?" Hennat asked, walking in the yellow grass in between the larger dormitories.

“It’s classes. I’m surprised I’m adapting as well as I am.” Dongli replied. “The gravity is so similar to Zhuque that I can’t tell the difference. The temperature and humidity are comfortable, the only thing being that there’s more oxygen in the air. I get weird looks from your people, but I imagine it’d be the same reaction us humans would give to large, talking spiders.”

“Though, enough about me. You expected all of that. What I want to know is, what is a Baron doing taking biology classes? Don’t you have political obligations? I didn’t know my liaison would also be a fellow classmate.”

"Oh, if you want high temperatures, you'll have to come out to Abidon, triple canopies with daily rainfall," he said before shrugging. "My mother died young and I was the eldest. But my aunt is voting in my stead until I finish my studies. And I'd keep doing that, since I'd rather be in a lab doing research than be in the cloakroom beetle trading, but we have…political differences. And I'll still have time to do research trips in between anyway, don't worry about me just rushing through for the diploma."

Dongli made a puzzled face, then shook her head. “I’m not going to pretend I know about court intrigue, but it sounds like you’re only a Baron by inheritance. Really, you just want to be a researcher. I can respect that. Though, do tell me about beetle trading.”

"If I remember correctly, your version is horse trading?" Hennat asked, as they neared a temporary structure surrounded by umbrellas with padded blankets underneath. Sweet and spicy odors came from the hut, Cessytic script on top translating to 'Crossroads Cafe'. "Usual politicking, I scratch your thorax, you scratch mine beetle shit."

“Li Ming politics are a mess, I shudder to imagine what it’s like in your world.” Dongli shuddered, ordering the closest thing to caffeinated tea, along with a sugary, biscuit-like cake and sat down on her knees on one of the padded blankets. She looked around. “Speaking of worlds, I’m still trying to get to grips with the idea that I’m on another world. There haven’t been new major human colonies for over a century. Even travel between human worlds is rare for regular civilians.”

"You mean you haven't been to your homeworld?" Hennat said, tilting his head as he settled down with a spiced latte-esqe drink and a kebab.

“Earth is humanity’s homeworld. My homeworld is Zhuque.” Dongli explained. “Most of us on Zhuque only saw Earth as a model or as an image. There’s this idea that we should all take pilgrimage to it at some point in our lives, but interstellar travel is expensive.” She took a bite out of the desert. “But it’s different for you, isn’t it? Hopping between node gates, it’s like you never left your own planet.”

"Basically, yeah," the spider said, eating his kebab. "Atos and Dagotha are nearly the same planet. Have been since the Aos Si opened the node. The other two systems we control are only accessible through space nodes, but the orbital rings make them relatively close as well. Couldn't imagine being unable to return to the home of my ancestors."

Dongli shrugged. “Home is wherever family is. For all three decades of my life Zhuque was the home of my grandparents and my parents. Yes, we’re steeped deep in tradition,” She tugged on her Qipao for emphasis, “But we carried that with us. No gravity well is going to stop us from calling something home.”

"Hmm," Hennat muttered, sipping on his not-latte. "If I was a psychologist, maybe I could sort out why that is an interesting, yet terrifying idea."

The human woman smirked. “Aliens having vastly different cultural outlooks, what a surprise. That was sarcasm, by the way. I’d be actually surprised if there weren’t vast differences. Which I am. Just being able to hold a conversation like this has been quite enlightening, given the anatomical differences between our species.”

"Surprising that the translation holds between, what, three species and four languages?" the Baron asked with a clicking of pincers. "And idioms working between two of them? The linguists' heads are spinning."

“Some idioms, anyways.” Dongli corrected him. “But yes, the doors of scientific discovery have never been more wide open.” She remarked enthusiastically. “An entire new realm of physics, a new way of interstellar travel, an entire species, your species, that has achieved spaceflight, and has lived to share its knowledge--- ow!”

She dropped her utensil, feeling sharp cold on her right hand, inspecting the small patch of ice over it. “Ugh…” Dongli sighed. “It’s a problem. Seems that these powers are tied to emotional excitement.”

"Thankfully the lessons are starting tomorrow," Hennat said, putting his cup down to fish through his pack. After a few moments, he pulled out a pair of human-sized gloves, lined with catonite runes and circles. "I had these ordered when I saw the difficulty you were having. They should tamp down the effects until you can control it. I hope that wasn’t too presumptuous," he added, holding out the gift.

Dongli’s eyes lit up, taking them and trying the pair of gloves on. “This must’ve been awfully expensive, thank you.” She smiled graciously at the Baron. “Your people are too considerate.” She signed and closed her eyes, feeling the chill dissipate from her right hand. “It might be too early to tell, but I think it’s working.” Dongli looked at him again, and thanked him again with a hand over fist. “I’ll pay you back somehow, I promise.”

"Don't worry about it," the spider said, waving away the concern, while scratching his thorax. "Catonite is more plentiful on this side of the node, though sourcing it ethically is slightly more expensive."

“Yes… anyways, we should head to lab. I’ll pay you back with something in… two weeks.” Dongli quickly blinked and made some internal calculations, then stood up.

"Oddly specific, but alright," Hennat said, finishing his not-latte and rising. "I do find it fun to pull out all the various samples that are commonplace to me but exotic for you. Hope you can return the favor one day."

The cavern Hennat led Dongli was dug into the mountain, rough hewn walls covered with catonite runes to contain the potential energies involved with practicing magic. Various circles with even more runes lay on the sandy floor, holding groups of practitioners, some meditating, others throwing attacks at each other, the circles containing the debris.

"One of the biggest indoor sparring facilities in the dual worlds," the Baron said, gesturing at the room. “The University of Cailin’s A team is almost always on top in the collegiate leagues. Though sadly, very segregated."

 

[Acewing13]

Dongli walked in in her regular daily wear, carrying a duffle bag with her exercise clothes. “Well, if you don’t mind, I’d like to practice with the Dagothans who aren’t slavers. Where’s the women’s changing room?”

"Showers are over there," Hennat said, looking between the opening and the human. "I am curious to see what you change about your outfit. I'll just be putting my robe to the side."

The human woman didn’t take long, quickly switching out of her leggings and qipao. She returned back to Hennat with most of her skin bare, the floral tattoos on the left side of her body plain to see. Otherwise, she wore a dark blue, breathable top with her chest partially visible through the semi-transparent fabric, along with matching shorts, and a pair of white running shoes.


When Hennat saw Dongli's clothing, he stood still, only his head following her as she walked back up. Breaking out of his reverie after a moment, he stretched his legs. "Oh, interesting. Anyway," he said, walking further into the room exaggerating his steps. "What parts do you want to practice?"

“Where should I start?” The human woman asked, stretching her limbs. “I was half-surprised seeing all the magic training here being more akin to a gymnasium rather than a controlled lab.”

"Tradition, mostly," the spider said, looking over his shoulder to check her out before forcing his head forward again as he led them to a group of green and gray chitined Theradectans. "Uh, places for practicing magic grew out of our ancestors watching the Aos Si practice the art in nature, so a lot of original practice locations were in similar places. That was where the first temples were set up, which then put a damper on trying new, more powerful spells there. So, specialized places were made. Most outdoors, but here it was tied into the Neolathian war preparations, so was put underground, out of sight."

Dongli internally smirked at the Baron’s sudden, perceived nervousness. If his behavior was what she thought it was, that means he liked her more revealing attire. She was flattered, and will certainly ask about it later. “What kind of tradition? With us Neo-Taoists, tradition comes in the form of meditation and martial arts.” She stood on one leg and pressed her palms together.

"Slinging spells in the names of our gods," a larger green Theradectan said, waving the pair over. "Glad Hennat brought you. Name's Yaidani, he's spoken highly of your academic skills, but time for the physical. How far along are you with controlling your powers without catonite keeping them down?"

“Only enough to know I have a lot I don’t know.” Dongli bowed and greeted them. “Our scientists think it’s a matter of the sapient will. Well, the sapient will works in interesting ways, because my powers flare up whenever they’re the last thing I want to happen.”

"Will, emotions, all under the same web," Yaidani agreed, gesturing for the human to take the catonite gloves off. "Let's see where you're at, limiters removed. Show me your best move."

Dongli nodded. She took a step back, and took a deep breath, then started to lightly jump between her feet, eyeing Yaidani. “Uhmm… you mean physically, or try to use my powers?”

"Ideally both," the larger female Theradectan said, while Hennat grabbed the gloves and left the circle with the rest of the spiders. "Combining body movements with pulling from your will is key to learning how to cast spells. Some only go that far in their mastery, some move beyond."

The human woman shook her head. “I don’t want to cast spells. I’m just trying to control my powers so that they don’t interfere with my work.” She hopped back, then hopped forward towards the Theradectan. She threw a jab towards her, focusing on her right hand, only to feel the slightest chill on the back of it as it was thrown forward.

The jab hit Yaidani's thorax, the chitin buckling slightly before the spider twisted out of the way. "And you have the power unreliably restrained, it's trying to get out. Use it," she said, before chittering "Gale of Setor." A burst of wind sped up her spin, her legs making a flail that came after Dongli's legs.

Dongli was completely caught off guard by the manipulation of the air itself, staggering backward before getting tripped over, falling on her back. “Ow…” She muttered to herself. “I… what if I accidentally hurt you?”

"Accidentally?" Yaidani asked, shaking her head as she skidded to a halt. "First off, that's what molting is for. Just avoid the head. Second, I'm holding back because you're new. You need to go full tilt. Use your power so you feel it. Wield it so you can control it. The circle will keep everyone else safe. I'll take care of myself. Now, do it again."

The human woman seethed. She pushed her palms together and closed her eyes, going silent for a few seconds. She opened her eyes without warning, and cried out, “Haaaiii!” Her left leg swung out towards Yaidani’s limbs, feeling a biting frost at the tip of her toes. Then, instinctively, as she swung her entire body around, her right leg swung high above the Theradectan’s head, missing her completely. Dongli’s eyes widened, barely keeping her balance as she staggered forward. When she came to she found two arcs of ice, shattered on the ground, and her shoes with rips in them, cold and wet at the tips.

“Huff… did I… huff… do that?” She asked, her heart racing up her throat. Hennat clicked his pincers in approval.

"Marnem Edqod’s Thrust!" Yaidani screeched, jumping with extra power as the earth beneath her pushed up, above both lines of ice. She adjusted her fall with a few bursts of air, before landing beside the human. "Very nice," she said, patting Dongli’s shoulder. "Now, how'd you feel when you threw those kicks?"

“I… felt… elated.” Dongli smiled back with excitement on her face. “I’ve never felt so alive before. Is this what catonite does to a person?” She looked over the rest of her body, beads of sweat forming on her skin. Then she frowned slightly.

“Oh.” She sat down, and took off her ripped shoes. “I’ll have to get these repaired…” She remarked, setting them at the edge of the circle. “So we’re going to keep doing this?”

“That’s the spirit,” Yaidani said, hopping back into the middle of the circle. “Now, let’s see if you can defend yourself. Gale of Setor.” The spider pointed a pair of pincers at Dongli, sending a rush of wind at her, pushing against her.

“Wha? How---” Dongli squinted her eyes and put her arms up in front of her to stave off the force of the air, only to be blown off her feet anyways. “Ta-ma-de.” She cursed, and knocked against the ground, sitting up and adjusted the translator at her waist.

“Put up a wall,” Hennat said from the sideline, the circle keeping the rush of wind inside. “Imagine the ice forming a wall in front of you.”

“I can barely form thin sheets of ice!” Dongli protested with a hint of frustration, “How am I going to conjure up an entire wall?!”

“Not with that attitude,” Yaidani said, adding a third pincer to her gesture, increasing the speed of the wind.

“Could also go on the offense. Think your phrase is the best defense is the best offense?” Hennat asked, stamping around the side of the circle.

Dongli put up her hand in front of her face to shield herself from the wind, noticing snow-like crystals forming on her skin and flaking off into the wind. “Yeah…” She growled, bracing her right arm with her left, “Let’s try… this!”

Within a moment, the air in the practice area suddenly became a lot dryer. At the center of Dongli’s palm burst a flurry of ice and snow, carried by the wind, shrouding the entire circle in a blizzard, blinding Yaidani. She would suddenly feel soft flesh wrapped around her neck, then something hard and cold poking at her head.

“Got you.” Dongli straddled the Theradectan from behind her back. As the blizzard cleared, bystanders could see her entire right forearm was covered in solid ice. The human panted and wheezed, then cried out in pain, falling off of Yaidani and gripping her frozen arm.

“Modiu’s Warmth,” Hennat said, holding a catonite lined blanket in his arms as he scuttled in, wrapping the arm a few times and then the rest around the human’s upper body. “You did real good, Dongli, really good,” he added, as the blanket heated up, the part around the arm reaching sauna levels.

 

[Acewing13]

“You have quite the knack for it,” Yaidani said, clicking her pincers. “Quite the storm inside you, human. If you wanted to and with some more training, I think you stand on the team.”

“Let’s get her unfrozen before you make any offers,” the Baron said with a hiss, before prodding at Dongli’s arm, her body surrounded by his pincers. “Any feeling right now?”

“*&%*!-plenty.” An error spat out from the translator before Dongli composed herself. She was shivering, but especially her right arm. Her heartbeat was audible, she could feel blood push and pull through capillaries in her finger tips, creating a pulsing, swelling feeling. “%*&@-Thanks. What is this about what team?” She looked up and asked Yaidani.

“The Cailin B team,” the female spider said. “A team’s full of stick up the spinneret Neolathians, thinking they’re too pure for any non-full white Theradectan to be on their team. So, we show them what a bunch of mongrels and an alien can do. What do you think?”

Hennat was going to add a thought, but realized how close he was to Dongli’s bare legs and felt her heartbeat through the blanket he still had a pincer on. He tied the blanket behind her and took a few steps back, looking at the ceiling as a leg idly scratched at the sand.

Dongli looked back at Hennat and mustered a smirk through her shivering. She then looked down and thought for a few seconds, then looked back at Yaidani and gave an evil smile back. “Fuck their mother, I’m in. I had to deal with my fair share of human supremacists, racial supremacists, and xenophobes back in basic college. Nothing ever got done without screaming at the top of your lungs and putting your foot down. Neolathian slavery is a ticking time bomb for both our peoples. You want me to help you make a statement, you got it.”

“Exactly,” Yaidani said, stamping her legs in excitement. “And thank goodness, because Crafza really didn’t want to be on, but I was cajoling him to fill the spot.”

“Hey,” Crafza said, as the rest of the group came over to greet their new teammate. “It’s not my fault I barely have catonite.”

“I know, I know,” the larger spider said, holding Crafza’s pincer. “And I love you regardless.”

“Heh.” Dongli chuckled, pushing herself up. “Well, as much as I’d like to stay around for the rest of the day, I do need to get back to the human embassy and do a medical check, given what I pulled just now. Baron, let’s go. Baron?” She looked down at her liaison, amused.

“Hmm? Oh, yes,” Hennat said, looking up at her with a nod. “Let us depart, Ms. Liu.”

Dongli quickly took a shower and changed back into her normal attire, meeting the Baron back at the cave entrance. They walked together in awkward silence before she asked him with a smile on her face. “You called me Dongli back there, Baron. I didn’t give you permission to do that.”

“Yes, I realized that once I calmed down,” Hennat said with a sigh, looking down at the ground. Then her tone registered and he returned her look, clicking his pincers. “Can I plead for forgiveness? And further permission?”

The clicking of the pincers, Dongli understood. She beamed, then stepped forward a few steps proudly. “Forgiveness denied; apology wasn’t necessary in the first place.” She announced, her back facing him. “Yes, you can call me Dongli, as long as I get to call you Hennat. I didn’t know that Theradectans would like the sight of a human, beyond being a potential meal.”

The Baron’s bristles stood on end, before again his brain caught up to his fears and hormones. “Uh, yes, Dongli. Of course, call me Hennat. And, well, it’s not a…normal thing,” he said, skittering around her to look at her face. “Are you…displeased at the attention?”

Dongli stopped, crouching down to face Hennat eye to eye. “No, not at all. If you think you’re not normal, neither am I. I could’ve learned about Theradectan biology and controlled my magic powers back home, but I decided to come here, to make friends with an entirely different species, and, perhaps, something more.” She paused.

“But, of course, we need to know each other more.” She stood up. “Two weeks. My dorm room, I’ll have something prepared. In the meantime, let’s just stay as friends. Professional friends. Surely you understand how beetle trading works.”

“Oh,” Hennat said, turning his head as he tried to puzzle out what could possibly be brought in. Unable to think of anything, he nodded and asked, “Maybe throw in a few meals while studying?”

“Of course.” Dongli nodded.

---

Two weeks later

Throughout Dongli and Hennat’s time together, they studied, worked, and trained together. Dongli’s control over her ice powers became more refined, less volatile. Still, there was much work to do to fully control them, then increase their potency. In the meantime, the human and her Theradectan liaison talked frequently during their breaks. She would tell her of her academic career, her research with the Aos Si, and her own political activism. Dongli, however, notably avoided the subject of family.

When Hennat arrived at her dorm, he was greeted by a barrage of sweet and oily smells. Dongli opened the door, sweat on her face, the rest of her body covered in an apron, flour dust and oil patching it. “Welcome, Baron, Hennat. You’ve come just in time; the baozi have just finished frying.”

“Smells delicious,” the Theradectan said, his eyes looking her over. “You could have called me sooner if you were working this hard.”

“Just trying to return the favor on that pair of gloves.” Dongli waved him off. “Have a seat, while I get cleaned up.” She disappeared into the bathroom, returning shortly after in a gaudy qipao that hugged her figure, made of shiny, white fabric with blue embroideries of nature, her arms and legs bare, a pair of light grey socks on her feet. A hair band guided her partially dyed hair backwards into a bun, save for two stands resting next to her temples. She kneeled in front of the table, opposite Hennat, with the plate of food in between them. “How do we look?” Dongli asked.

“Pardon for the repetition, but delicious,” he said, clicking his pincers as he sat down, eyes on her. “I hope this isn’t just to tease me, my friend.”

“You better eat up, for energy for the rest of the evening.” Dongli smirked back. “These are Baozi, a classic Chinese dish made of dough with stuffing inside, usually veggies and meat. I had to first figure out how your cooking equipment worked, then research what you consider meats and veggies around here, that would also work as stuffing. Finally, it was a matter of making it all happen today.”

“Of course this is another research experiment,” Hennat said, shaking his head while clicking. “Don’t mind if I do,” he added, picking up a dough ball and popping it into his mouth. “Oh, that’s really good. Forget research trips, we’ll make a fortune on these.”

“Oh, it was nothing.” Dongli blushed, taking bites out of one. “How’s this for an interspecies date, not too bad, is it?”

“Definitely a fine one,” he said, before leaning over the table and plucking the half eaten baozi out of her hand with his fangs. “I still don’t fully understand how you return my…affections,” he said while chewing. “From an outside perspective, I wouldn’t think I’d be very appealing.”

Dongli giggled, taking another baozi from the plate. “And I’m not the same? I’m a tall, naked freak with way too few limbs and several pairs of eyes short. I must look like a gutted monster!” She leaned forward, cupping Hennat’s head, staring into his many eyes. “We’re both weirdos, Hennat. Plus, I’ve learned of your anatomy. It seems to have quite the number of applications in bringing pleasure to us both.”

“A very soft giantess, yes,” he said, taking her touch as permission to return it, his pincers running down her sides and touching her breasts. “And I downloaded a bunch of porn off your network. Though, I’m told that doesn’t always translate to real life.”

Dongli gasped as Hennat touched her chest. Seems like dinner time is over. She set her baozi back on the plate and pushed the table out of their way, leaning back and supporting herself with her two arms invitingly. “Being quite honest, are we?” She asked salaciously. “Before we start: safe word: fried rice.” She took her translator off. “Chao mi fan, understood?”

“Cao ma fn,” the Theradectan buzzed in an attempt at the Mandarin, his words vibrating through his claws into her body as he stepped closer, one pincer running along her leg as the others searched for the knot holding her qipao on.

“Oh, one more thing.” Dongli pushed against Hennat with her feet. “I uhh… have a confession. I’ve made love with multiple people over the years, humans, Aos Si, even an android.” She confessed sheepishly. “I hope you'll understand if we’re just friends after this.”

“I wasn’t expecting you to join me in the courts of Boscipel for the rest of your life, if that’s what you’re worried about,” Hennat said, turning his head to nibble her thigh. “Not that I’d object. Though, I do hope that if I’m not too boring that this won’t just be a one off event…”

“Likewise.” Dongli giggled at the pincers are her flesh. “Now then, you should unwrap the main course for the night.” She guided his pincers to the zippers on the sides of her qipao, unzipping them. She stood up, slowly taking the dress off, revealing more of her thighs, then her womanhood protected by underwear, then her upper body with a bra hiding her mounds. She then laid down, inviting the Theradectan to crawl over and handle her.

And crawl he did, his foremost legs landing by her head and the spinneret arms running up and down her legs. He explored her chest with his pincers, the claws caressing her skin and tracing the tattoos as he looked at her face. “Most of the porn started with kissing, but I really couldn’t figure out how to do that without lips,” he said, before leaning down and nibbling her breast, his eyes on her to see if this was already too far.

 

[Acewing13]

Dongli moaned lightly at the alien gizzards nipping her mounds. Being touched everywhere simultaneously brought about a mix of happy sensations in her, causing her to squirm and shiver. “I’ll just have to content myself with a kiss on your forehead.” She pecked between his large eyes. “I’m sure you can compensate in other ways.”

“I will attempt to, my baozi,” Hennat said, sliding two legs under her head as his back arms pulled her legs up in the air, curling her beneath him. “Hmm,” he buzzed, licking her stomach as he pulled his head down in between her legs. “So salty. Very well seasoned, my compliments to the chef.”

“Stop…” Dongli whined, twitching and struggling underneath his grasp, her bare legs swinging uselessly in the air as he played with her body. “I’m not food~” she complained, grappling onto his frontmost pincers with her free hands.

Pausing to make sure she wasn’t using the safe word, he clicked the pincers in her hands as his spinneret arms tucked her legs in between a pair of his before pulling out silk. “Now now, sweet baozi, that just won’t do. Food must know their place.” His free pincers lowered and pulled down her underwear, a free leg moving to rub a spot on his lower abdomen as he gazed at his prize. “See, you even look the part down here.” With that, he pressed his face into her groin, his tongue licking her folds as kept his eyes on hers.

Dongli’s face expressed teary pleasure. With her legs constrained, she could only curl her toes, her hands now covering her face as she moaned and whined, with Hennat invading her in earnest now. “No… I’m not food…” she whined helplessly, her breasts swing left and right with the twitches of her upper body. She opened her eyes, and feigned horror at the sight of silk. “What are you going to do to me? Pack me up? I’m not leftovers!”

“Not yet you’re not,” the spider agreed, buzzing as his legs wrapped around her, tickling her clitorus with his tongue as his spinneret arms threw the silk up around a beam above them and pulled them up into the air, her head facing downwards, the two legs holding onto her shoulders. “Need to keep eating before I put you in a to-go bag.” His pincers free, the upper pair returned to her breasts, flicking her nipples.

“Eeek!” Dongli squealed, finding herself truly trapped by the spider as he manhandled her upside down, now teasing her body without recourse. “Hannet, you fiend!” She cried out between gasps of pleasure, holding onto the pincers that were busy tormenting her bossom.

“Need to concentrate for a moment,” he muttered, before he started wrapping her up in silk, twisting her up and around a few times before she ended up right side up, tightly wound up hanging from the ceiling. After casting a few more lines to support the weight, he crawled down to her, hanging upside down face to face. “There we go, my succulent treat. Now, before I put you away, I have one request of you.”

Dongli twitched and spasmed in the silky cocoon, her eyes rolled up in ecstacy. The threads that bound her touched her in places in no way before, the bonds reacting to every movement with a tease. She let out a low moan while Hannet finished his masterpiece, squirting in the bondage itself. When she came to, she heard the spider speak to her. “Yes… ask away, Baron.” She panted.

“I kind of skipped a step,” he said, crawling down her so his head was at her nethers, while a white seeping spot on his abdomen hung in front of her, small protrusions sticking out of the chitin. “Don’t need to worry about the viability of the seed, but it is just sitting there. Could you…clean it, while I try to get you all the way?” he asked, his pincers running on the silk that held her vagina.

“O-of course, Baron.” Dongli continued to squirm as the cocoon teased her, but gathered enough sense to open her mouth and let Hannet in. The penis enlarged when she touched it, the flesh a strange contrast to the chitin that brushed her nose. The member tasted of dry aged beef as it brushed her tongue, the salt emphasized when the penis ejaculated into her mouth, getting a shudder out of the Theradectan.

Hennat for his part slipped a claw in between the silk strands and pushed into her vagina, fishing for the elusive g-spot.

The Theradectan would find it when a happy moan came from above, followed by a squirt all over his pincer. Dongli squirmed even more vehemently in the cocoon now, whining and pleading. “Please, come in side me~” She tried to nudge his penis down towards her vagina so that they could make happy union. The smart, collected human student who came to study biology was momentarily gone. In her place was a squirming human woman who desperately needed to be satisfied by alien dick.

Clicking his pincers, he turned around, pulling her legs up again so his smaller body could bridge the gap between her mouth and groin. “Now, this is a part I really couldn’t sort out from the videos, so you’ll have to lead on the front end while I do the work below,” he said, before he started thrusting his penis into her vagina, while the bear trap that was his face opened, his tongue running along her lips, not sure how to proceed on that front.

Dongli gasped with his organ finally inside her, and took his oral offering in stride, taking his alien tongue in like a noodle, letting his bear trap clamp over her open mouth all the while his tongue played on the inside. In the meantime, his instrument below started doing numbers on her, causing her to moan and whine happily with every thrust.

Hennat shuddered as his penis felt sensations it wasn’t designed to comprehend, but reacted as it was programmed. The same dick that expected to deliver a billion live sperm into a temporary sperm web found the folds of the human vagina a satisfactory substitute, dumping its payload over and over as he thrust up and down, syringes popping out of pincers instinctively behind her head as he pressed his mouth against hers. “Sooooo delicious,” he said, happy that his speech wasn’t limited to a single orifice.

“Angh~ angh~” Dongli’s eyes rolled up, her mind completely conquered by the alien love that invaded her from both her mouth and her womanhood. Her nethers were filled with Hennat’s Theradectan seed by now, completely infertile, but brought her great pleasure nonetheless with every gush. She was on her third orgasm by now, a quivering mess safely ensnared in the cocoon as Hennat continued to pleasure her in his embrace.

The Theradectan thrust a few more times, before his legs pulled her up at the same time as he plunged in, releasing one last rush of seed into her vagina. Buzzing like a busy datapad, he sighed in contentment, the breath blowing out from the (breathing hole) by her belly button. “Well, that’s a whole new…experience,” he said, nuzzling her cheek. “You alright? You’ve been making new noises.”

Dongli’s ears ran as she was still flooded by the sensations from the alien sex. It took half a minute for her to register Hennat’s voice. She squirmed in the cocoon, then nuzzled the Theradectan back. “Yes, I’m okay. Those noises are that of a happy, satisfied human woman.” She smiled at him. “Ugh…” She moaned softly again, as the silk wrapped around her sensually still. “I have so many questions, but first, aren’t you hungry? We barely ate, and you produced all this silk.”

“I’ve been holding onto it in hopes that I knew what you were hinting at,” he said, adjusting the silk leading up to the ceiling so he could ‘lay’ next to her, legs set underneath her and above her, one idly pressing on her breast. “Would have been a mess back at my dormitory if you…what’s the phrase, green balled me?”

“Blue balled.” Dongli corrected him, trying to snuggle into him, made difficult by the binding silk and her hanging predicament. “So you produce silk even while you masturbate, self pleasure yourself? Is it tied to your hormonal reward system?”

“Oh, no,” Hennat said, moving down a little to loosen the silk around her closest arm. “I’ve been practicing masturbating to your porn, after all. Silk production is constant and I haven’t let any out for the last week. I was basically bursting when I walked in. Like running around trying to find a bathroom. That’s why our cheaper structures are made out of pressed boards of silk. It’s almost a waste product.”

Dongli folded her free arm up and down, before using it to wrap around Hennat’s carapace. “It sounds like a lot of extra food you have to consume, just to produce ‘waste’. Be a good partner and take care of yourself, would you?” She pointed to the plate of baozi. “While you’re at it, grab me one too. I barely got a bite in before you got your pincers all over me, you horny freak.” She teased him.

“You were too enticing, my baozi,” the spider said, nuzzling her before tumbling onto the bed below and walking over to the plate. “Is that an acceptable pet name, Dongli? Or is it too…demeaning to be called an appetizer?” he asked, balancing the plate as he held it up to her.

“You can call me baozi when we're in bed together.” Dongli smiled at him, taking one and hungrily chewing through it. “Or, in this case, me in a cocoon while you spider-handle me. Anyways, Dongli is fine when we’re not fucking, and it’s best if you keep calling me Ms. Liu when we’re outside together. I’d like to keep our intimacy a secret for now.” She winked at him playfully.

 

[Acewing13]

“Oh, I’m not letting this secret out until you’re not the only human woman available on the campus,” Hennat said, hopping up and flipping in the air, grabbing hold of the cocoon as he hung upside down, focused on holding the plate. “The second another male hears that humans have intercourse for longer than a few seconds, you’ll have all the admirers.”

“Quick sex amongst Theradectans. No wonder you’re attracted to me.” Dongli observed. “Wait, wouldn’t they know through human porn anyways? That stuff makes it look like we can last for hours.” She shoved her half-eaten baozi in front of Hennat’s maw. “Eat, if you want more of me tonight.”

He clicked his free pincers and ate out of her hand, before swinging back up to lay by her side. “I was attracted to your soft bits initially, the sex part came after some stray thoughts led to net searches,” he said, eating one bun and half of another, before offering it to her. “Theradectan sex is a lot of foreplay, a quick press in with the syringes by the male, and then historically running away before the female takes a bite. Modernly speaking, there’s a lower mortality rate and the more progressive females help with the foreplay, but when your end of intercourse is being penetrated by chitin, it’s understandable that you’re not too interested in prolonging the moment.”

“Sounds painful, but I suppose the tradeoff is that you don’t have to deal with pregnancy.” Dongli grabbed the half eaten baozi with her free hand and chowed down on it. “Stupid biology, getting in the way of the joys in life. The more I go deeper into my studies the more I appreciate modern bionetics. Maybe the Daqinren were right…” She trailed off. “Nevermind, some shitty politics and history I don’t want to think about. I don’t want to ruin the mood.”

“I’ve looked into that some, bionetics,” Hennat said, chewing on yet another bun. “The reworking of your bodily functions. I approve of the effort, though I do wonder how you restrain the military from making monsters.”

“Some militaries do. With ours, we just try to improve everyone across the board. Some more than others for elite units, or so I’ve heard.” Dongli replied. Now fully satiated, she wriggled in the cocoon some more. “You know Hennat, I was initially skeptical of your character, wondering if you were part of the slaving nobility, but I think I might just like you.” She confessed to him.

“Why thank you,” the spider said with a sigh, curling up around her. “I do benefit from them and I try to do my best on that front to help their plight. You however, just kept proving to be as intelligent, empathetic, and determined as you were when I escorted you to my world. I hope to be half as gracious if I come to see yours.”

Dongli blushed, covering her face with her free hand. “Stop, you’re too kind.” She caressed his many-eyed face, nibbling his hard maw lightly, moaning softly with her movements. “Fuck… do you do this to female Theradectans? Do they get off on being wrapped up in silk? Because I am. What’s in this stuff? Dopamine?”

“That is part of the foreplay,” Hennat said, moving a pincer to slightly squeeze her breast. “Wrapping their legs to hold them in place for the burst of intercourse. Not sure if there’s anything in the silk itself for hormones, actually. Though I did use some sticky ‘satisfaction’ silk for wrapping you directly. Maybe there’s something to that.”

“Does that even work on humans? Regardless, it worked on me.” Dongli panted. “Hennat, you sex fiend, you came prepared to rock my eyeballs out, even though we just met two weeks ago. I’m not sure if I like you for that, or despise you.” She mustered up a smirk as the Theradectan fondled her further.

“Despise that I guessed correctly or that I’m trying to get more out of my baozi?” he asked, licking her lips for traces of the buns, while another pincer started rubbing her abdomen up and down.“
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Dongli breathed heavily, her cocoon drenched in sweat, along with the seed of her lover and her own happy juices. Her head band was torn off and thrown who knows where, part of Hennat’s effort to fully taste and feel the soft, female human body. Suffice to say she was fully pleasured. If she wasn’t still wrapped up in a cocoon she’d be on the ground as a wet, squirming mess.

“We’ve made a mess now, haven’t we?” Hennat asked, his speech muted for a moment before he flicked the moisture off his bristles. “The porn never really covered the aftermath. What’s next?”

“Next…” Dongli sighed, “You take care of the body you just ravaged. Help me down and over to my bathroom, would you?” She tugged on the cocoon, now barely held together after all of the hard fucking.

“Hmm, makes sense,” the spider said, looking up at the supporting silk for a few moments, before he held the human with his pincers and cut two lines. The resulting swing landed him feet down, holding her fully off the ground, his back legs up in the air as he balanced. He attempted to get into the bathroom that way, but her longer frame made it impossible without hitting her against a wall, so he raised her torso up so she could stand. “Shouldn’t have gone for the smaller door,” he muttered, pulling the silk off her body and rolling it into a ball. “Gonna be fun sorting out how to discreetly dispose of this.”

Dongli staggered as she now stood on her own two feet, supporting her naked body by leaning against a wall. “Next time, I’m going to teach you different sex positions, and how to do aftercare.” She stammered out. “It’s a shame, that you can’t carry me like another human or Aos Si could. Not that it diminishes my fondness for you so far, or call into question your ability to pleasure your partner.” Once she gathered her bearings, she staggered into the bathroom and plopped herself in the Theradectan-sized shower, letting warm water wash over her, gasping in relief as it tended her sore body.

“Good that I’ll have the opportunity to learn more,” Hennat said, putting the sodden silk away and raising one side of legs up so he could fit through the door. He paused halfway through before asking, “Oh, sorry. Do you want to be alone now?

“Oh, no,” Dongli waved at him invitingly, “Come on in, you need aftercare as much as I do.” She dragged him under the shower head, letting him rest behind her as they enjoyed the hot water together.

The spider buzzed as the water pulled away the aftermath of their lovemaking, shaking like a dog a few times before looking up at her. “May I apply soap for you?” he asked, a leg rubbing against hers.

“Of course.” Dongli nodded and sat down, her naked body facing away from the shower head as she waited for her partner’s soapy touch.

Hennat grabbed the soap dispenser, taking a moment to sort out how to work it, before lathering up his pincers and starting to rub her legs. “Returning to the door situation, if you wish, I can get the maintenance staff to install the larger door. When the question came up, I assumed that privacy would be important and thought the best way to ensure that would make the door human proportioned. Curse my assumption.”

Dongli stretched one leg out and wiggled her toes, letting Hennat fully admire it as it glistened under the running water. She couldn’t lie; she was enjoying the physical attention she was getting. “I suppose if you’ll be visiting more often for our play sessions, we’ll need larger doors for both the bathroom and my bedroom.”

“Might as well take the opportunity to let you remodel it how you like,” he said, sudsing up the offered leg and rinsing it, before teasing her with a few nibbles to the calf. “Maybe I can help cook next time as well? New cooking techniques are fun.”

“You’re welcome in the evenings, though I’ll probably be in the library studying, more often than not.” Dongli giggled, switching so that Hennat could pamper her other leg. “I’ll gladly learn alien cooking techniques.”

“If you weren’t so enticing, I’d say to mingle study with pleasure,” the spider said, cleaning the the other leg. “But I fear we’d fall behind if I wasn’t held in check by being in public,” he added, before testing a reaction he’d noticed earlier, tickling the sole of her foot.

“Hehe, stop~” Dongli whined, retracting her leg reactively, hugging both close to her chest cutely and batted her eyelashes at him. “If you don’t stop being a fiend I won’t let you wash me.”

“Like I was saying,” Hennat said, walking up to her until they were face to face. “It’s hard to hold back, Dongli. You get me riled up like no female has before.”

“Then we’ll just have to get it out of our system tonight.” Dongli smiled mischievously. “For the sake of both our careers, how about we schedule another date next weekend evening, after training with the B team?” She kept her legs hugged, rocking on her tailbone and wriggling her toes to tease Hennat further. “You’re way too into humans. Unlucky for both of us, I’m way too into aliens.”

“Good, cause it would have been a poor world if I was stuck only with the porn side of things,” he said, biting at her toes. “Do I get soaped up in turn? If so, I promise to keep the teasing to a minimum.”

“You can tease me all you want <3”, Dongli purred, unfolding herself. She lathered her hands with creamy soap, then began meticulously rubbing one of Hennat’s legs.

“Ahh, mutual soaping, that works,” the spider said, going back to her thighs, before rubbing a pincer against her groin. “I did make a mess of that. How well cleaned should it be?”

 

[Acewing13]

Dongli shivered at his touch. “As clean as you want it to be, though, it’s not fair.” She pouted. “I have to use both my arms to clean you, yet you can clean me and manhandle me at the same time? Cheating fiend.” She stuck her tongue out at him and scrubbed him harder.

“I can take a handicap if that makes you feel better,” he said, his pincers grabbing her butt and pulling her closer. He buried his face into her groin, his tongue running along the folds of her vagina. “See? Only one spot.”

Dongli seethed in pleasure. “Sh-shut up…” she hissed, scrubbing down the chitin on Hennat’s head and the back of his neck.

Hennat took a pincer off to click a few times, before he sent it exploring between her buttocks. “Apparently there’s a whole other hole down here?” he asked, his tongue still cleaning any remnant of his seed from her womanhood.

“Yes, you goof!” Dongli went red and covered her face. “How did you not see it when you were wrapping me up, or in any of those porn videos? It’s my anus, I poop out of it!” She couldn’t help but laugh at the absurd situation she found herself in. She was being casually spread apart by a spider-like species, who only now discovered a key part of her body. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, you’re an alien, of course you wouldn't know!”

“Oh, is that what anal means?” he asked, pausing his cleaning to look up at her. “I couldn’t figure out from the video why you’d go for the smaller hole. And your flesh usually covers it anyway,” he pointed out, pinching her butt cheeks in emphasis.

“Some people like it.” She explained, “I’m not a fan personally. There were some medical risks to doing so that were dealt with long ago. I understand that human male romantic partners enjoy inserting their penises into each other’s anuses, since, you know,” Dongli pointed to her womanhood, “No vagina.”

“Ahh, that makes sense,” Hennat said, before going back to nuzzling her clitorus. “I didn’t watch those. They would have been less helpful tonight.”

Dongli sighed in pleasure, continuing her work on his limbs. “Sometimes I do, to pleasure myself. Two hot male bodies intertwining with each other is quite the sight.” She confessed.

“You’ll have to show me your favorites,” he said, as he opened his maw so he could get his tongue further in, his fangs just pressing into her flesh. “And further explain the categories. Seems like there is an endless variety.”

“Th-there is!” Dongli gripped her chest and squirmed as Hennat played into her womanhood deeper. Deeply aroused herself, she started to play with her own breasts until she let out a happy moan, orgasming and flooding Hennat’s tongue with the taste of her love fluids. She panted, her arms limp at her side, the warm water washing her down again. Hennat would notice small droplets of white substance leaking from her nipples as she tried to recover.

“Well, I think that’s been successfully purged of my leavings,” the spider said, scraping his tongue as he looked up at the new discovery. “Ahh, is this the milk I read about?” he asked, standing up to lick the liquid. “Hmm, sweet. I wondered where it came from. You make food with other animal’s versions of this?”

“Huff… Huff…” Dongli stroked Hennat's head as he lapped at her nipples. “Not on Zhuque, we use a synthetic version. Some mothers still prefer to breastfeed our children though. You could say it’s our equivalent of silk.”

“Silk definitely isn’t this tasty,” Theradectan said, putting his foremost legs on her shoulders and nibbled on the mound, his tongue circling her nipple in hopes of getting more.

“You have to suck on it.” Dongli pouted, “Though I imagine that’s difficult for you. Here,” She squeezed her breast, stimulating it, “Rile me up more.”

“I’m trying to not draw blood,” Hennat said, giving up on tentative approach and pressed his head fully around the breast, fangs pressing hard into the flesh. He then started vibrating, wordlessly pulsing into her chest.

The human woman gasped lightly as the Theradectan clamped its mandibles around her nipple, then giggled as he vibrated into her chest. It certainly felt arousing, but not enough for her to lactate. She rolled her eyes, cupping her breasts with one hand, the other reaching down Hennat’s body, searching for his sexual organ. Once she found it, she pulled on it gently, signaling her intentions.

He paused as he felt her hand on his penis, pulling back and asking, “I’m gonna have to clean down there again, huh?”

“If you want more human milk.” Dongli pressed her breasts enticingly, and moaned salaciously to egg him on.

Hennat growled, his legs wrapping around hers to pull her off the shower floor, his body arcing so he could start pounding his dick into her womanhood and keep his mouth on her breast. “Feed me, baozi,” he said, squeezing the other breast in between the elbows of two pincers.

With his alien dick invading her womanhood for the third time this evening, Dongli moaned loudly, gasping with every thrust, squirming in his grasp, wriggling back and forth. Hennat was fucking her silly again, happy hormones shooting through her entire body, into her breasts. It didn’t take long for Dongli to reach orgasm again, and with her breasts actively squeezed and played with, two jets of motherly milk shot out of her nipples, along with ejaculate from her womanhood.

She sighed content and exhausted, bouncing her breasts up and down so that Hennat could fully drink in her discharge.

He greedily drank the milk, gulping a few times before wiping both breasts clean with his tongue. “Humans are full of surprises,” he said, setting her back down on the floor as he put his head on her chest.

“I’m sure Theradectans are as well.” Dongli smiled at him. She let him cuddle with her more, while she grabbed more soap and scrubbed both of them down in earnest. After a few minutes of rummaging around and trying to get each other clean while staying close with one another, the human woman stepped out of the shower and dried herself off, then left to drape a loose nightgown over herself.

“Aww, hiding all the fun bits,” Hennat said, having shaken himself like a dog in the shower once she’d left, his two spinneret arms still rubbing a towel along his abdomen as he sidewalked out of the bathroom.

Dongli picked up her underwear and qipao and threw them in a laundry basket, then took the plate of leftover food, wrapping it up and set it in the fridge as leftovers. “Well, if we keep having sex, one of us is going to break. Contain yourself until next weekend, would you? As a treat, you can stay over for the night and sleep with me today.” She invited him.

“Oh, I’m out of fluids at the moment,” he said, walking over to the sink to fill up on water. “Honestly surprised I put out three times. I will take that offer for a sleepover though.”

“Must be quite fertile by Theradectan standards, lucky me.” Dongli remarked, “Come on now.” She gestured him to her bedroom and her oversized mattress, which was regular sized for the Theradectans. She snuggled up underneath the thin covers and curled up on one side, patting the other side for Hennat to join her.

The spider followed her to bed, slipping under the covers and wrapping his legs around her, his breath blowing on her stomach as he put his head under her chin. “Cozy,” he said, his pincers settling around her neck.

Dongli nodded, further curling into his embrace. “Good night, dear Baron.” She turned off the lights.

“Good night, my baozi,” he said, relaxing in their shared hug.

 

[Acewing13]

Hennat drove the low slung car through the forested country lanes, the temperate forest that stretched beyond Cailin’s city limits. The Shalug Char bodyguards that were supposed to be with the Baron and foreign agent outside the bounds of the university had been frustrated by the choice of vehicle, but undeterred the Robertin had driven off, leaving the bodyguards to follow in an unmarked all-terrain vehicle.

“Wish I could ditch these guys altogether,” he said, looking in the mirror as his pincers operated the car. “But no. Typical Neolathian paranoia.”

“They’re spending quite a lot of resources just to keep track of one human exchange student.” Dongli observed. She was wearing a gender neutral tang suit, more appropriate for outdoor excursions. Her exercise wear was tucked in a duffle bag between her legs. “What happens if humans travel here en masse? There can’t be two guards for every one of us.”

“Technically they can,” the Baron said, slowing to take a turn. “The Shalug Char Corps are the Neolathian's political troops and are around a million strong, not counting support personnel. Pulling a percent off, two per human, puts us at five hundred humans possible to be individually escorted. And that's assuming you can't keep the humans in groups to make keeping watch easier. If you're concerned about espionage, probably could throw more resources than that at it.”

“So they’re that paranoid.” Dongli looked behind them at the supervising vehicle. “Maybe they’re justified. We did kill one of yours. We didn’t exactly make the best first impression. Sorry about that. And now we’re moving your slaves out, which I’m not sorry about.”

“A very limited number of slaves are being freed, yes,” Hennat said, with a shrug. “It’s not enough. And even if it was, the slave breeders would just separate broodlings earlier in rearing so more survived. We’d be talking a population explosion that’d swamp your planet with giant spiders. Somehow, I don’t think your politicians would go for that. No, politics on our end will have to change at the end of the day to fix things. Neolath or Cethan Atlenn only know how.”

“Well, if there’s anything that would create a shake up in a status quo, that would be the introduction of an alien species at a similar tech level.” Dongli tried to smile reassuringly at Hennat, patting him on the shoulder. “Maintain hope, Baron. Change is coming, if we try.”

“Change, sure,” he said, sighing as he took another turn. He looked like he was going to add something, but shook his head and moved a leg from his couch to rub against hers. “Politics aside, I hope you’ll enjoy our destination. It’s the closest, non-Neolathian controlled temple. The grounds are a testament to the goddess of fertility.”

“The goddess of fertility…” Dongli’s mind wandered as she held onto Hennat’s leg. “Baron, what’s your game?” She smirked, “I’m trying to control my powers coming out here, not praying for children.”

“And I’m trying to get a trip to the poles so we can go to a more on topic deity, but bureaucracy is a pain even when paranoia isn’t the first priority, so a place of power that will accept anyone is the next best thing,” Hennat said, looking over at her as he clicked his pincer. “It’s not my fault that just happens to be a place where sex is worship.”

“We should’ve just trained back at the main training center.” Dongli grumbled. “Come over here during school break. Not your fault; I still appreciate the effort. Maybe you can come over to Zhuque where we won’t be constantly followed by surveillance?”

“Sure, I’d love to see your planet,” Hennat said, the yellow leaves shading the road as they drove. “I wasn’t sure if you’d think I was being pushy if I asked.”

“No, not at all. It’d be an honor to host you, Baron, though we’ll have to figure out some logistics regarding your size.” Dongli shook her head. “Now… I hope you have a plan of ditching these guys.” She gestured to the vehicle tailing them. “Pro-slaver security watching us train is going to be unsettling.”

“Oh, they’re just making sure we go where we say we’re going,” Hennat said, waving away the concern. “The Hathjarans are touchy about military security in their place of worship, which added to the appeal.”

“Ah, that’s a relief.” Dongli smiled, watching the road ahead as they arrived at their destination.

The temple was a low wooden structure, the roof covered with sod to support grass and flowers growing on top. The grounds surrounding it were almost wild, vines growing around towering trees, shrubs shading a brook that ran through. The only evidence that it wasn’t were the groundskeepers at work, yellow and gray chitined Theradectans with yellow silk robes adjusting flowers, trimming shrubs, keeping the various elements in check.

“I admire the constant effort they put in for the effect,” Hennat said, pulling up on a gravel driveway, where an attendant waited at a booth. “But I’d go mad trying to do it.”

“It reminds me of home.” Dongli remarked. “At least how we build our homes. After Zhongzhi (Termination), we’ve been trying to reform, and part of that came in the form of integrating our infrastructure with nature. Part of that involved putting as many plants on as many rooftops as possible. It’s cumbersome, but we have drones to help out, and it gives teenagers jobs to do, maintaining all of it.”

“Guess there’s worse tasks to have those with far too much energy do,” he said, as the attendant walked up.

“Attendance for two?” the yellow chitined spider asked, holding a dataslate and looking between the pair.

“Four, but those two aren’t going farther than the parking lot,” Hennat said, gesturing behind him at the Shalug Char’s vehicle, before holding out his own computer.

“Ahh,” the attendant said, bringing the two computers together to complete the transaction. “Well, enjoy your time at the sanctuary.”

“Thanks,” the Baron said, pulling through and parking soon after next to a double decker bus. “Busy day here, looks like.”

“Are we going to get space to practice?” Dongli asked, “In peace and quiet? I don’t know if I like the idea of other Theradectans gawking at us. Is magic power combat training even normal here?”

“It has set aside places for it, yes,” Hennat said, getting out of the car and tossing the keys to the bodyguards. “Some of which are private, so long as reservations are made. Please, you think I’d take you somewhere we couldn’t be alone? You wound me, Ms. Liu.”

“I didn’t know a temple of all places would have private rooms for magic martial arts training.” Dongli protested, stepping out of the car with him, “And you were being coy about it the whole week, Baron. Call it a learning experience.” Her gaze focused on the wooden temple. With a blink of her right eye, she took several photos of it, with Hennat in the foreground walking towards the entrance.

“Hathjar is also the goddess of wealth,” he said, leading the way down the grassy path leading to the temple. “If it has a revenue stream associated with it, it will be at a temple of Hers.”

“And this is a non-Neolathian temple?” Dongli snorted, “Exploitation of religion and wealth go hand in hand in some human spaces, how have the ruling Neolathians not monopolized the construction of these temples? Heavens, looks are deceiving, and I thought this was going to be a humble little temple maintained by goodwill and donations. I suppose the first signs came with the double decker and the attendant with the terminal.”

“You’re confusing the different levers of control the Neolathians and Hathjarans have on each other,” Hennat said, looking over his shoulder as they walked through arches made by entwined trees. “Back before the Imperial Federation, the two were united in the Confederacy of Neolath. The Neolathians got the naming rights, the army, and legislative control. The Hathjarans got the navy and the executive, specifically the Bureau of Trade, which basically controlled the economy of Atos at the time. And the slaves suffered all the more under both. That relationship holds into the current day, though with the Dagothans pushing back a lot more and us Robertins tying everything together, for better or worse.”

“We were not made aware of the Hathjarans when the existence of the Theradectans was made public.” Dongli’s tone expressed surprise. “It sounds like they have considerable religious power in Theradectan space, and have maintained financial and political power because of it. How is this place a non-Neolathian temple? Seems like the money is going to go back to them sooner than later.” She growled. “This place is souring my taste. It reeks of green-washing, pretending to be one with nature while being a cash grab in reality. It took decades and three generations of hard work for my country to break that connection.”

“Non-Neolathian as they don’t turn away customers, not that Neolathians don’t benefit from the money,” Hennat said with a shrug. “The Hathjarans prefer being in the back, letting the supremacist Neolathians take all the blame while they vacuum up the profits of slavery. Not that my kind are much better, giving the royal seal of approval to the whole enterprise while not dirtying their pincers in the day to day realities of keeping the populace in line.”

Dongli frowned, walking up to a statue of Hathjar at the center of the temple, the wooden edifice holding her pincers up to the sky, holding a catonite encrusted tree. With the node network and all the stories of higher beings circulating, she couldn’t rule out the idea that Hathjar actually existed as some higher power. Still, she found it necessary to insult her in some way. The human woman turned off her translator and pressed her thumb and middle finger together, putting her hand up in front of her chest.

 

[Acewing13]

“让宇宙平衡推翻你的仆人。(May the Universal Balance topple your servants.)” She muttered, then turned on her translator again. “Come, Baron, I’ve paid my respects to the goddess. Let’s go enjoy our training in private peace.”

Hennat kept quiet, nodding to the statue before walking to another desk. “Hello, my reservation should be under Baron of Abidon,” he said, putting his dataslate down on the counter.

“Let me see,” the attendant said as she typed on her own computer, her gray chitin providing a contrast to the yellow fabric that wrapped around her, catonite lining the hem. “Ah yes, thank you for your donation, my lord. Please, follow the third row until you reach site 36,” she said, tapping on her pad, soon followed by a buzz on his.

“Yes, have a good day,” Hennat said, walking past the desk and back out into the open air. “Donation, my abdomen. It’s a member’s fee and political bribe, plain and simple.” He sighed, looking to Dongli. “I’m sorry this trip is full of politics.”

“You’re making it bearable, though I’ve been through my share of political turmoil.” Dongli grabbed one of his legs, then retracted her hand. “Shoot, we’re still just professional acquaintances publicly.”

“Ehh, human gestures would probably be misunderstood either way,” the Baron said with a shrug, before turning his head to look at her, his eyes wide in their sockets. “Should have said this earlier, but thank you for coming along, Dongli.”

“The pleasure is all mine, Hennat. I’m the one who needs training, after all.” She replied in a hushed tone and a smile back at him as they approached site 36.
The hedges that surrounded the separate sites dropped all pretense of naturalness that the front of the temple put on, the tall shrubs meticulously manicured and embedded with tech. Various screens and doors labeled with the number of the site, nature-esque white noise making sure everyone had privacy in the noise sensitive Theradectan facility. After passing the smaller sized teen and twenties, thirty six turned out to be an open aired version of the combat circle, the ground the familiar yellow grass of Atos.

“Alright,” Hennat said, pulling a sack out from his robe before taking that off as well. “Now the real question. Do I get to watch you change or no?”

Dongli giggled. “You brought me all the way out here, subjected me to a gilded side of your society, all so you can watch me undress? You’re a fiend, Hennat.” She scolded him, but her body did otherwise. She set her duffle bag down, taking off her shoes, socks, then her pants, revealing her underwear. She subsequently unbuttoned her tang suit, revealing the undershirt, which was done away with as well. Temporarily, she was naked head to toe, save for her crotch. Dongli then quickly withdrew her exercise wear and pulled them over herself, which still didn’t leave much to the imagination. Sitting down, she finished up her change by wrapping bandages around her feet and hands, leaving her toes and fingers bare.

The spider appreciated the show, having to sit down when she got almost fully naked. When she was more fully clothed, he walked up and put his head on her leg. “I didn’t do it just so I could watch you undress,” he protested, his eyes widening again, looking like a very alien puppy dog for a moment. “It was just something I hoped would happen. And I was blessed by my true goddess, Dongli of Zhuque.”

The human woman blushed. “Careful, Hennat, you speak heresy.” She distracted herself from the flattery by stretching her arms and legs. “You can admire my body later. Right now, I need you to tell me about this rivalry between Cailin’s A-team and B-team, and how we actually compete. I’ve been so busy with controlling my powers and academics that I didn’t even ask what kind of team I signed up for.”

“Local goddesses happen all the time,” the Baron said, crossing his pincers for a moment before shrugging. “Anyway, Yaidani gave the basics. A-team’s all Neolathian supremacists, with bigger catonite lodes than brains. Except for their leader, Tafanet. She’s a schemer and actually dangerous. As in killed in tournaments and gotten away with it. They also get all the official funding. Meanwhile, B-team’s the Dagothans, mixed bloods, and now sole Robertin putting up an underdog’s performance. Yaidani’s the leader and core of the group. I’m an alright fighter, but I am mostly there because I fund the team.”

“Killed?” Dongli raised an eyebrow. “So it is direct combat. You think they’ll be bold enough to try and murder a human?” With her stretches done, she started practicing some light jabs into the air.

“I’d rather not think about it,” Hennat said, stretching his legs. “On one hand, I’d hope she’s smart enough not to add fuel to the fire. On the other hand, she’s related to the officer that the Aos Si killed in the node tunnel. I just hope that she’d rather go for Yaidani as a safer target.”

“I hope she doesn’t murder anyone. Heavens, how has your society managed to reach the stars with this kind of brutality?” Dongli put up her hand apologetically, “No, wait, the Pan Asian Combine wasn’t much better. Parts of it are still barbaric, I take back what I said.”

“We also got handed a lot,” the Baron said with a shrug. “And Yaidani could take her, so don’t worry about it. Either way, you’ll have to go up against other schools as well, so unless we do really well, we probably won’t ever be up against them anyway. Again, underdogs.”

“I’m going to have talks with the human ambassadors, see if they can come up with something for me.” Fully warmed up, she walked to the other side of the training area, getting into a fighting stance. “Are you ready, Hennat?”

“As ever,” he said, stepping into the circle, pulling a little silk out and holding it in his back pincers. “I’m going to try some new stuff I got inspired by on your internet.”

“Uh-oh.” Dongli smirked. “Is this a training session, or something else?” She approached Hennat slowly, her feet making circular motions. Her heart beat faster. From her toes, thin sheets of ice formed on the ground, spiraling outwards around the circle in an arc.

“It’s training either way,” he said, before he started twirling the silk line out, swinging it in a circle above him as he scuttled sideways, still making her come to him.

“Hey, that’s not fair, you get a lasso!” Dongli pouted, “Maybe I should try getting my own weapon as well…” She muttered, before obliging to his taunt, stepping and hopping closer to him, light on her feet, all the while the sheets of ice approached closer to the Theradectan’s legs.

“They are allowed,” Hennat said, before saying, “Blaze of Sekreth.” The goddess of fire invoked, his silk caught fire, and he snapped it in the human’s face before diving in, moving to bowl her over.

Dongli reacted defensively, planting her feet into the ground and crossing her arms in front of her, summoning a light mist that lowered the temperature in front of her and partially blinded Hennat. Meanwhile, on the ground, she sprung her trap, the sheets of ice rapidly covering the area in front of her, making it slippery for Hennat’s charge.

The ice succeeded in throwing the spider off balance, but he kept up the charge, splaying out legs wide as he slid, smacking into her legs at speed, the fire whip partially smothered by the mist as it twirled in the air.

“Fuck!” Dongli tripped, falling forward as Hennat slipped underneath her. She caught herself mid fall with her arms, rolling forward before she quickly found her footing, sliding along the ice. One knee on the ground, she stretched open palms outward, now engulfing the entire circle in a watery mist.

“Can’t keep doing the same thing,” the spider said, sliding to a stop on the wet grass before rearing up on his back legs and saying, “Reslor Baheph’s Breath.” A purple gray smoke poured out from his airways, combining with the mist to make an opaque cloud, Hennat disappearing behind it while the rotten smelling wall rolled towards the human.

Dongli gagged at the smell. She reached up into the air above the cloud, her heart pounding as she willed the atmosphere to condense into water to fall and wash away the putrid gas. It worked a little too well. She found her forearms quickly encrusted in ice again, and the atmosphere thin around her. The air did condense, from water vapor into liquid water, but then into ice, along with the rest of the air, causing nitrogen snow to fall across the entire circle, freezing both Hennat and Dongli’s bare skin.

“Blaze of Sekreth!” the spider said, flames bursting onto his body for a moment, but the flames sputtered as the rush of wind replacing the frozen air pushed in and the nitrogen snow melted. “Cold, cold, cold,” he said, jumping around in an attempt to get the remnants of the snow off.

“Fuck me.” Dongli growled, rushing over to her bag to grab a towel and draped it over herself. She shivered in a corner as the temperature around them dropped further as the snow absorbed the ambient energy to melt. “At this rate I’m going to catch hypothermia using my powers.” She complained, “Another thing I’m going to talk to the embassy about.”

The human having signaled that the match had ended, Hennat got out and shook like a dog before walking over to her. “Let me in,” he said, tugging on the blanket before invoking, “Modiu’s Warmth,” a wave of heat coming off his chitin.

 

[Acewing13]

Dongli sighed in relief. “That’s better…” She remarked, hugging Hennat tight with him crawled over her lap, she sat on the bench defrosting. The towel wasn’t nearly big enough for both of them, instead awkwardly draped over Hennat while he provided warmth.

Once her legs were warmed up, he grabbed the towel to keep it over him as he shifted, setting his head between her breasts and his body against hers, his legs wrapping around her. “It’d be nice if we could teach you a fire spell to balance out the ice,” he said, holding a warm pincer against her cheek.

“Maybe.” Dongli nodded, she stroked his head and his back, laying down on the bench instead so Hennat could fully wrap her. “I’m going to try the technological route first and focus on controlling these powers.”

“You’ve improved a lot,” he said, relaxing at her touch and turning down the heat a degree as they warmed up. “You’re rarely getting unexpected frost these days.”

“Thanks, I did get a lot of help from you and the B-team.” Dongli nodded, looking at the frosted arena. “Still, I think today’s a wash. I’ve discovered things I need help with, help from back home, and we’re not going to get that today. I’m sorry you drove us all the way out here for only a few minutes of training.” She looked back at him apologetically.

“Only?” Hennat asked, before turning his head to nuzzle her breast. “I can think of something else to do, unless you’re not in the mood?”

Dongli smirked, “Oh yeah?” Her legs rubbed against each other in anticipation and she bit her lips. “Was it… worship to Hathjar?” She nibbled his mandibles.

“Seems fair to use the temple for what it’s built for,” he said, slipping his head under her shirt to nibble on her mounds.

The shirt wasn’t much of a shirt, it was a glorified bra with semi-opaque fabric for maximum breathability and the minimum amount of public decency by HFR cultural standards for exercise wear. “Please don’t destroy the one piece of gym wear that I brought with me.” Dongli rolled her eyes, “If you want my goods, you can just ask.” She unzipped the front, the chest piece flipping to the sides, revealing her breasts to the cold air. Dongli seethed, her nipples hardening upon exposure. She rubbed her legs further, her womanhood growing wet as she was teased and touched.

“But I like unwrapping the goods,” Hennat said, putting his mouth over the breast, still keeping up the warmth spell as he ran his tongue over the nipple. His abdomen pressed against her groin, his pincer clicking as he felt her moisture. “Seems like you’re ready down there anyway,” he added, before using two legs to hook under her shorts and pulling them down her legs.

“It was too easy, between being already half naked and you all over me.” Dongli whined. Hennat would find her underwear soaked, her womanhood primed and ready. She tore off her hairband, letting her partially dyed, rich black hair flow freely on the bench. She then squished her breasts, drips of her milk squeezed out onto his tongue. “Here’s a little appetizer for the sex fiend.” She teased him.

“What can I say?” Hennat asked, his maw pinching her breast as he clamped on, fangs working in and out. “It’s been a long week, my baozi.” His penis slipped out of the bands of chitin that usually held it, the member pressing against her stomach. “Can you guide me down? Not used to not looking where I’m shooting.”

“Oh come on, you can’t be that pent up, we went on several lunches and dinners together.” Dongli teased him, moaning in between phrases as Hennat nibbled on her sensitive nipples. “You’ve seen me plenty enough.” Still, she obliged to his request, grabbing onto his penis greedily. She stroked its girth a few times, before finally guiding it to her womanhood. She gasped as the tip pressed against her.

“And I wanted to jump over the table and ravage you every time,” he said, before shuddering as they met below. He started slow, his dick pushing in and out of her folds. “It’s a shame that we’re so busy.”

Dongli gasped and moaned, then paused, smirking at Hennat through her ecstasy. “Heavens, you really are a predator.” In one out-stroke, she held onto his penis, forcing him to hold. “Tell me, fiend. Do I trigger your hunting instincts everytime you see me? We were here nominally for exercise. Perhaps I can relieve you in more ways than one.”

“I mean, a little,” the spider said, shuddering as her hold on his dick got a spurt of semen out of him, his fangs involuntarily biting her breast. “Soft curves, long legs, relatively large eyes. Like a broodling, cute. Tasty,” he added, his pincers running through her hair.

“You did say you wanted to unwrap me yourself.” Dongli replied. “You said you’ve watched human porn. Have you heard of prey play? It’s this thing free Chongwu communities have developed, where the dominant hunts down the submissive.” An arm wriggled out of Hennat’s grasp and waved at the grassy circle. “We do have this whole place for ourselves for some… exercise.”

The Theradectan thought it over, a hum as he absently jiggled her breast. “I'm worried that my venom might come out involuntary,” he said, looking up at her. “I've honestly been focusing hard on it not coming out already. It's paralytic, it killed one of the Americans in a few minutes after she was bitten.”

“Mmm, a fair concern.” Dongli continued to stroke him lovingly across his carapess. “You’re trying very hard to make good love to an alien. We’ll play as you feel comfortable with.” She concluded apologetically, bringing a hand back onto his rod to stroke and stimulate it. “Maybe I can ask the embassy for a vaccine against it.”

Hennat clicked a pincer as he shuddered, going hard and he started pumping his penis up and down again. “Be careful and do that physically in the embassy, the Neolathians wouldn't like the idea of a natural weapon being countered like that,” he said. “Now that I know you would like that, I can also make caps for my fangs. Could be more rough either way, if you'd like that, my baozi.”

“Ugh…” Dongli grunted as Hennat pounded into her again. “What’s good love without a few bruises after some rough play? I wouldn’t mind helping you design some caps if it means you’ll bite and suckle on me without remorse.” Her toes explored his thorax, finding his spinnerets and tickling it. “Come on, fiend, I’m not here for some vanilla sex. Show me how a Theradectan satisfies their mate.” She bit into Hennat’s carapess dangerously, giving him the wildest fuck-me eyes she could muster.

“That-” he started, before he clicked his pincers, moving his spinnerets away from her toes. “Stoooop~. Anyway, that'd involve you standing and stuff. Are you warmed up enough?”

“Of course.” Dongli smiled at him in anticipation, wriggling in his grasp.

“Alright,” Hennat said, moving to nuzzle her lips in an approximation at a kiss before crawling off the bench. “So, Theradectan mating. I make a sperm web to hold my semen and wrap it up. Once that’s done, we do a face off,” he added, starting to make the sperm web as he talked. “I work to immobilize you to a degree, evolutionarily so you don’t eat me. These days it’s more of a dance, but I’m not really sure how to translate that to you only having two legs.”

“Oh, I’m sure we can improvise.” Dongli rolled on the bench to lay on her chest, listening intently with her arms supporting her head up, her legs kicking playfully behind her. “We’ll just substitute the dance with kissing and nibbling, the human way.”

“Uhh, sure,” the spider said, pausing as he caught a view of her as he turned to work on the web. “Truly a goddess,” he said, before going back to work. “Anyway, once I’ve got your limbs pinned by webs, I suck up the semen into my syringes and inject them into your…what’s the human word for the opening for the lady bits?”

“It’s the… ah, you don’t have the word for that in your language.” Dongli thought to herself. “Well, if you take Mandarin literally it comes out to be the ‘negative pathway’s entrance’, which is rooted in old Taoism. Try the English word.” The Chinese woman then tried to pronounce it, poorly. “Introitus. En-tuo-yi-ci… Fuck, we’ll figure something out. Do you not have a mammalian-like species on your planet that shares a similar organ?”

“I mean,” Hennat said, finishing up the web. “Not that I remember? One sec,” he scuttled over to his stuff by the bench and pulled out a datapad, facing away from her. “Where’s that anatomy text…”

Dongli watched on and smiled with amusement. “You’re cute when you geek out like this.” She crawled up and latched onto his back with her arms, nibbling his chitin. “A Baron, with all this political power, but all you want to do is study anatomy and make love with an alien female you just met. A pure soul.”

“I mean, it’s the lowest rung on the royal ladder,” the spider said, tilting his head up to look at her. “But yeah, if I couldn’t make some kind of difference here, I’d try to get to immigrate to Zhuque. Close to home, but wouldn’t be in the slaver’s influence.” One of his spinneret arms moved between her legs, its sharp claws stroking her vagina.

Dongli gasped at the attention on her womanhood again. “You’re certainly welcome, but then I’d lose a trusted liaison here in Cailin. Anyways, your syringes? That sounds painful. You didn’t use them last week when we made love.”

“Well yeah, they’re sharp and your opening isn’t as large as Theradectan females,” Hennat said, his other back arm moving to open her labia more while the first circled her entrance. “So, I’ll be slow when I go in. You tell me if it turns from fun pain to safe word pain so I can back off. ‘Real’ insertion would be fast, but again, don’t want to hurt my baozi.”

Dongli nodded, “Fried Rice will be the safe word.” She wrapped her legs around Hennat as he continued to tease her vagina, lowering herself back onto the bench, giving him a full view of her naked body. “Do what you want with me, fiend.”

 

[Acewing13]

“Well, first, if you want to help, could you help get me stiff?” he asked, lifting his abdomen so his dick hung in front of her. “Typically, I’d masterbate, but might as well hurry to get to the fun part, right?”

“With pleasure.” Dongli smiled. With some rolling and twisting, the human woman got on her knees on the ground, while Hennat supported himself on the bench, his abdomen lifted. She looked up at him with lust in her eyes, then back down at his instrument hungrily. With soft hands she began to stroke it, and as it got harder and stiffer she licked it thoroughly, tasting the alien meat on her taste buds. Finally, having finished tormenting him with her tongue, she accepted it in full with her mouth, sucking on it back and forth by thrusting her full body, looking up at her Theradectan partner for approval.

He twitched as her hands stroked him, a leg moving to sit on her shoulder. As she licked the penis, he buzzed with pleasure, which only got louder as she started sucking him off. He only needed a few moments of full pressure before he shuddered. “Okay, you can stop now,” he said, his dick enlarging in her mouth.

Dongli obliged, taking a painfully slow moment to fully pull off of him. Still on her knees, she shuffled backward onto the yellow grass and leaned backwards, arms supporting her. She squirmed back and forth some, her hips swaying cutely to show off her body. In response, her chest bounced back and forth a little. “I suppose I’ll have more of you later, fiend.” She warned him with a lust in her voice.

He scuttled over to the sperm web and buzzed as he jacked off into the silk, the white liquid splashing as it came out. He turned to look at her and shuddered again at the sight of her, issuing another pump out of him. “And I you, my baozi,” he said, turning to sew up the web. “So, do you want to play act as a female Theardectan or be yourself? Not sure if I can give a full account of how the first one works, but maybe that amuses you more?”

“I think I’ll just be myself and let you pamper me.” Dongli beamed at him. Her body swung forward and downwards, her arms stretched forward, her butt pointed up and backwards. She wriggled her ass enticingly. “You enjoyed that awfully last time.”

“Well, yes,” Hennat said, clicking his pincers as he finished up his sewing and scuttled over to her, pulling out a new thread of silk. “I want to mount you when you get like that. Not the usual way the dance starts, but I can improvise.” And with that, he whipped the silk around, the thread tying itself around her arm as he jumped, landing behind her. He spun, grabbing the silk in his front pincers as his head ran into her ass, his fangs scraping on her labia as he twirled the silk around her feet.

“Ahh!” Dongli yelped in surprise as she felt Hennat’s mandibles latched onto her vagina, stretching her insides and sending a wave of pleasure through the rest of her body. “Hennat, you fiend! I thought you were going to tie me up first, what happened to Theradectan courtship!” She was interjected with more scraping and stimulating across her womanhood, forcing a happy moan. “Not that I mind…” She whimpered.

“Improvising,” he said, pulling the silk tight, forcing her bound arm and legs together while keeping her upright with a leg. “Honestly, probably should have squared up like we were sparring again, but I want my baozi right now.” He wrapped the trapped limbs a few times before backing off, pulling the silk up and over her back, dashing around her to ensnare her other arm and let her body weight do the rest of the work by falling onto the ground.

Dongli squirmed on the ground in her bonds, her arms and legs immobilized. “We’ll get you those protective covers for your mouth so we can spar with abandon.” She assured him, rolling onto one side of her body. Her legs were hugged in front of her chest, one arm bound to her side.

“That will be fun,” Hennat said, pulling the last arm into the bind, easing her limbs into position, and doing a few more wraps around her to finish the ensemble. “Though, you’ll have a harder time than a female of my species to escape,” he added, scuttling over to the sperm web, his syringes popping out of his lower pincers. “Harder to cut silk without sharp claws.”

“That makes it more fun!” Dongli exclaimed. Her body continued to struggle in the bonds to no avail, her toes wriggling helplessly. She could only watch on as Hennat prepared to insert inside of her, biting her lips in anticipation. “Don’t lie to me, you like the sight of a soft, fleshy alien within your grasp, a damsel in distress, ready to be made love with.”

“Of course, my sweet baozi,” he said, his syringes penetrating the web and sucking up his seed. He turned and stalked back to her, clicking his pincers together as his tongue ran over his fangs. “And I’ll have all of you to myself.”

“No~ don’t eat me~” Dongli whined, squirming again in her bonds, then rolled and shuffled backwards away from Hennat.

“Oh, it’s much too late for that,” he said, pouncing on top of her, holding her down with his front legs. “Now be still, my succulent bun.” With that he spread her lips with one pincer, aimed the tip of a syringe into her vagina, and slowly pressed it in, the seed still warm inside as he went further.

“Nyaan~” Dongli squealed as Hennat caught and penetrated her. The sensation of the syringe was new and interesting, a hard tube that rubbed against her insides. More importantly was the sensation of being fully trapped and mounted by a lover. She moaned lightly and breathed in anticipation, her chest swelling and relaxing.

For his part, Hennat shuddered at the pressure around his syringe. It combined his evolutionary urges with the qualities he loved about his baozi, her softness and being able to take his time. By now, he would have been forced off by an annoyed Theradectan female, left wanting by the quickness of the encounter. Now, he savored the feeling, before he pressed his pincer until chitin pressed against her labias and squeezed his seed into the vagina, pressure rising inside as he kept an air seal around the entrance.

Dongli’s eyes rolled up, the mix of touching and sensations against the inside of her womanhood driving her mind crazy. Her tongue stuck out and lapped in the air as Hennat fondled her, teased her with his organ, taking his time while the human woman was wracked with pleasure. “Hennat,” She begged, “Please… fill me with your brood…”

He forced out the last bit of seed in the first pincer before pulling it out, the pressure release sending a spurt of juices over his shoulder. “I have another,” he said, clicking his other pincer, the syringe still full. “Have it in the same hole again?” he asked, a free pincer pushing into her vagina. “Or up here?” He scuttled up to her mouth, putting the used pincer in her mouth, swirling it inside.

Dongli couldn’t respond, being handled from both ends. She was too busy drowning in Hennat’s touch, preoccupied tasting the remnant of his seed. “The-the same hole. Please… I’m about to burst…” She whined and whimpered, shuffling the lips of her womanhood around the pincer that played with her.

“Almost literally,” he said, clicking his pincers again before moving back down to her legs. “Now that I know you can take the whole thing,” he said, before putting the tip of the syringe in the vagina, “I can thrust more.” He plunged the syringe in, pushing against her once he was fully in, shuddering as he let loose inside her.

Dongli shuddered back, crying out in ecstacy as a second jet of alien seed flooded her insides. Between the bindings that felt up her bare skin and the constant attention to her womanhood, the human woman collapsed, ejaculating between her crotch and squirting jets of milk through her breasts, squeezed by the silk bindings. She huffed and sighed as she laid on the ground, bound and limp, a goofy, tired smile across her reddened face.

Hennat clicked his pincers, leaning over to lick the milk off the silk. “You do love being tied up, don’t you, my baozi?” he asked, syringe pulling back into the pincer before he held her open with a claw. “Do you mind if I go back to putting my dick in? It’s hard again.”

“It’s a new sensation, one that I’ve been looking forward to since I started research on the Theradectans.” Dongli confessed, shaking her head to throw sweat off her face. “What can I say? I’m a freak myself. And yes, I do welcome your penis. It’s softer and has more girth than your syringes.” Her vagina was naked, exposed, and vulnerable between the strands of silk that binded the rest of her lower body, and sputtered out another gush of her love juices, eager to accept another intrusion.

“I like it cause there’s less steps and more nerve endings,” Hennat said, straddling her with more legs before he plunged his dick into her womanhood, thrusting up and down as he clamped onto her swaddled breast with his maw. “Who knew I’d like the taste of alien baby food?”

“It’s supposedly very - urgh - nutritious,” Dongli moaned as Hennat assaulted her from multiple angles again, her nipples hardening to Hennat’s mandibles, squirting droplets with every thrust. “You can have more of it, as long as you make me happy <3.” She meweled, then whined again as he pounded into her g-spot, sending electric pleasure through her body, and squirting even more milk for her lover to enjoy.

“I’d hope so,” he said, using the silk as a cushion around his teeth as he bit down, shaking the boob back and forth. His thrusts into her vagina kept going, unleashing a flood of seed as his dick reached deeper and deeper inside her.

 

[Acewing13]

“Noo~” Dongli whined louder as Hennat’s tugging wracked her breasts, gasping as a greater girth invaded her womanhood. Her mind was being quickly dominated, gasping and moaning, devolving into a mess of a woman with Hennat’s playing, only able to cry out his name and unintelligible Chinese between waves of pleasure and spatters of loving ejaculate.

Not hearing the safe word, he went for the finale, his legs pulling hers up and he stood almost vertical in the air, using her back and a pair of legs to support his entire weight to push his penis down into her, letting out a screech as he emptied him juices into her.

Dongli cried out in response. As Hennat lifted and pounded into her one final time, his seed flooded into her womanhood, she responded with her own ejaculation that mixed with his. Milk from her teased and bonded breasts burst through the silk weave as two thin jets of white liquid, sputtering across her body and Hennat’s face. Her entire body went limp and slumped back onto the ground, her legs folding in the bonds, as the woman breathed softly, twitching in the afterglow of ecstacy, her breasts swaying and dripping with love.

The spider sighed as he set the human’s legs down, licking his face clean. “And I’ll claim my prize,” he said, clicking his pincers before going to lick the milk off her breasts. “Do you want me to free you, Dongli?”

The human woman sighed back, still reeling from the fucking the alien spider put her through. She didn’t speak, instead simply nodded, leaning her head forward to nibble at Hennat’s face.
Hennat clicked his pincers as she nibbled, cutting her free before putting his pincers around her neck, nuzzling her face. “I thought I would have gotten the safe word out of you with that stunt,” he said. “My baozi likes it rough.”

With her limbs free, Dongli used her arms and legs to wrap up and around Hennat’s carapace, continuing to share intimacy with him by nibbling him. She would share her full naked body with him, letting his whole carapace feel her.“The syringes were an interesting experiment, but let’s stick to the penis.” She nodded back at him. “I didn’t feel discomfort; I just prefer the softer side of your love.”

“I prefer it as well,” he said, his legs curling around her, his pincers playing with her hair. “I’m not stuck having access to just your legs at one time. I like getting to touch you all over the place at the same time.”

“Hehe,” Dongli giggled sweetly, using her limbs to caress Hennat in force. Her body shuffled underneath him as well so he could feel the sensation of her breasts and hips. “Why didn’t you say so? Next time, I’ll treat you to the human way of foreplay.” She nibbled the side of his neck as a warning.

“Wanted to satisfy my baozi,” the spider said, nibbling at her ear while buzzing, his thorax bouncing back and forth between her breasts.

“That’s fair, I did ask for the Theradectan way of satisfying the mate.” Dongli nodded. “Though, it doesn’t seem like your female mates like the sexual experience that much. Perhaps we really should try the human way, but with more silk and limbs involved.”

“I think our breeding requires a deeper insertion on the female side,” Hennat said with a shrug, before putting his maw around her neck, his tongue licking her jugular. “Maybe I just need to start a sexual revolution along with a political one. ‘Hey guys, turns out sex can be fun actually.’”

“That might just warm the cold, dead hearts of your Neolathian matriarchs.” Dongli commented.

“Well, if the rumors are true, they get their urges settled in the…more murderous way,” he said, sighing as he set his head under her chin. “I’d settle with tipping the scales with my homeland. Even if the process is slow, some progress is better than none.”

“Poor Baron… having to endure this war…” Dongli trailed off. Her feet rested back onto the grass. Her hands patted and scratched the back of Hennat’s neck. She let him fully rest on his chest like an oversized dog, his legs splayed out and encapsulating her.

He relaxed under her touch, breathing in and out as his body settled. His tongue lolled out, his pincers laying on the grass by her head. He was out.

Dongli smiled warmly at the passed out Theradectan, gently stroking the hairs on his carapace. She looked up at the ceiling, silently logging a journal entry on her eye terminal. She didn’t imagine she would make love to a Theradectan so early, but luck was on her side, along with the rich quantity of hormones of both parties. The human woman wondered if she had any true feelings for the Baron, or if it was just curiosity and fecundity. Regardless, it was nice having a Theradectan ally who wasn’t a slaver. It made friendships much easier. As she silently wrote, she made a bulleted list at the end of her entry:

To do:

• Do a health check
• Ask about thermal compensation for node powers
• Ask for anti-Theradectan martial art techniques

She blinked to dismiss the eye terminal, resuming her stroking of her alien partner, then entered a snooze herself.

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Several days later

HFR Embassy, Cailin

The human embassy was hastily built into a warehouse in the middle of the Theradectan capital. Over time it was decorated with human Asian architecture, with tiled, slanted roofs and fake-wood columns that only served aesthetic purposes. A main flag of the HFR confederacy was proudly flown along side three smaller flags for its member states.

The interior of the HFR embassy was as much a hospital as it was a diplomatic center, with state of the art medical facilities transported in at great cost to constantly monitor the health of the humans present in Cailin, to research microorganism transfer between them and the local species.

Dongli stepped out of a medical lab in a paper gown, followed by a male physician. He held a hand terminal and handed it to the student. “All of your vitals are nominal, except for the blood catonite content. We took blood and tissue samples from several parts of your body. All of the foreign organisms we found are benign, surprisingly, given your habits. Just remember to take the prescribed medication, and please tell your partner to use protection.” The doctor knit his eyebrows. “It was awfully reckless of you to do so without precaution, Liu Dongli.”

“Yes, my apologies.” The human woman sheepishly replied and bowed. “I hope you understand it was a spur-of-the-moment act… and another…” She quickly changed back into her regular civilian attire, then walked into an unmarked room.

The room was cold, and unnaturally quiet, a sterile white light engulfing the entire empty box. The furniture was bare, only a table, two chairs opposite of each other, and a monitor on one side of the wall. Dongli gulped, staring at the woman on the other side of the table, and sat down herself. “Diplomat Cao Chen.” She greeted the older woman.

“Liu Dongli,” Cao nodded back at the student. “You’re getting along with the locals, I presume? Especially your liaison?”

“Yes…” Dongli looked away sheepishly, face reddened with embarrassment.

“Well, not unexpected. You do have a history of becoming intimate with foreign groups you’ve interacted with.” Cao cracked a smile. “If I didn’t have a husband at home perhaps I would’ve been as adventurous as you are.”

Dongli looked back with widened eyes, then smiled back. “The Baron is a good… living being. I’m glad he was assigned to me.”

Cao nodded. “Happy to hear that. Of course, you understand the consequences of becoming too intimate. Do as you wish, but please set boundaries.”

“Understood.”

“Now, could you briefly summarize your time here?”

“Besides my academics, I’ve been researching microorganism interaction between the species of Zhuque, [Cailin], and what we carried from Earth. I’ve also joined a magic combat sports team to control my node powers.”

“I’ll happily read any article you write of your research,” Cao’s eyes lit up with curiosity, “Though the politicians back home are going to be more interested in this sports team you joined, and the progress on your powers.”

“Yes, they’re composed of non-Neolathians, and their mission is to make a racial statement in Theradectan society. To prove that they’re just as good as the ruling Neolathians, if not better.” Dongli bluntly stated.

“I see…” Cao remarked thoughtfully, “Again, not out of character, given your past history on university campuses. I wish I could give you advice, but alien diplomacy with a peer species is foreign territory for us. We’re sympathetic to the Dagothan cause too. Just try not to anger the Neolathians too much, would you, Liu Dongli? We’re still trying to fully understand Theradectan society.”

“I’ll try, but…” Dongli leaned forward, “There’s injustice here, and we can’t just watch idly!”

“There it is.” Cao sighed, “What do you need from us?”

Dongli blinked, then relaxed back in her chair. “First, I need some sort of suit that’ll control my temperature. I’m getting more control over my powers, but I freeze up everytime I use them.”

Cao tapped her hand terminal. “Done. I’m sure the fashion industry would enjoy the new project. Next?”

Dongli paused. “I need better ways to subdue the Theradectans. I trained in martial arts before, but human combat techniques don’t work on them. There’s too many limbs, and they’re low to the ground.”

Cao froze, then chuckled, “Not quite the pacifist are you, Liu Dongli?”

The human student immediately retorted back. “You and I both know that a pacifist who can’t fight back is just harmless. I just don’t appreciate all of the guns that you’re aiming at the node gate. It’s a bad look, even if the Neolathians are mother fucking slavers.”

The diplomat only laughed harder, much to Dongli’s annoyance. “Then you’re not going to like who I’m connecting you with for this problem.” She turned on the monitor and ordered an encrypted connection. “Nothing leaves this room, understood?”

 

[Acewing13]

“I got the idea when I came in.” Dongli rolled her eyes.

A few minutes later, the figure of a woman appeared on screen. She was strapped in a black biosuit, and looked to have one and a half times the mass of Dongli. Her gaze was stern and leery. Dongli gulped. This was a woman who could snap her in half if she wanted to.

Cao introduced the woman on screen. “Liu Dongli, this is Li Mingzao, Master Sergeant of the Kongjian Hongyun Squadron. Li Mingzao, this is Liu Dongli, upper-university exchange student of Cailin, studying xenobiology.”

“Nice to meet you.” Mingzao gave a quick hand over fist.

“Li-likewise.” Dongli greeted back nervously.

“I understand that you want combat techniques against the Theradectans?” Mingzao went straight to the point. “We’ve been training with a couple of the Dagothan refugees. They’ve been surprisingly cooperative; perhaps having the understanding that this knowledge might one day used to fight the Neolathians.”

“A war with the Theradectans?” Dongli asked apprehensively.

“We can’t rule out the possibility.” The Master Sergeant bluntly stated. “Their ideology is in direct opposition to ours. Back in the early 20th century, both the old United Kingdom and USA of Earth had war plans against each other, despite being staunch allies who shared cultural ties.”

“R-right.”

“Anyways, we’ve learned that while their limbs are many, individually, they’re weaker than the human arm. Their exoskeleton is lightweight so they can climb vertical surfaces while maintaining their size and speed; brittle and fragile. They can’t be toppled over, but they can be subdued by blunt force trauma. To put simply, your best chance is to kick them in the head. Their limbs have a hard time blocking the force output a human leg can produce.”

“So, the best way to deal with a spider is to step on it.” Cao commented.

“They’re not mindless arthropods! And I’m not kicking my teammates in the face!” Dongli growled.

“Someone had to make the analogy.” Mingzao shrugged. “If you’re not trying to maim them, then getting on top of their backs and applying strikes to their neck is a more difficult, but less lethal technique. Their respiratory system isn’t connected to their head, but the rest of their nervous system is. Applying force to their neck won’t permanently damage that connection, but it’ll put them into a daze. There’s also another factor…”

Dongli looked at the Master Sergeant quizzically.

“Your node powers. Explain them to me.”

“I can lower the temperature of air in my vicinity, but I often end up freezing myself. I recently managed to cause nitrogen in the air to deposit directly as snow.”

Mingzao’s eyes widened. “That is… quite the feat. Do you understand how dangerous those powers can be?”

“By freezing the air and removing breathable oxygen?”

The Master Seargant shook her head. “Cao Chen, do you have an opaque water bottle on you?”

The diplomat slid her tea canister to the center of the table.

“What are you getting at?” Dongli asked leerily.

“Freeze the water inside that canteen.” Mingzao ordered.

“What?”

“Just do it.”

Dongli sighed, rolling up her sleeves, stretching out her right arm. Her heart raced as she felt the air around her hand freeze. A few seconds later, she sighed. “It’s done.” With a shaking hand, she reached over to open the cap, revealing a block of ice.

“Hopefully you realize your lethality, Liu Dongli.”

The student froze for a moment, then shook her head vehemently. “No, fucking no way, I am not freezing anyone’s blood!”

“A pacifist who can’t fight back is just harmless.” Cao Chen crossed her arms.

“You--” Dongli shot an angry look at the diplomat. “I’m just trying to do better on a sports team, why do I feel like I’m getting tutored into becoming an assassin?”

“These are interesting times, Liu Dongli.” The Master Sergeant bluntly stated. “Just keep it in mind.”

“Thanks.” Dongli growled. “This conversation is over.” She stood up.

Cao Chen shook her head. “Think it over.” With a snap of her fingers, the door unlocked.

“I will, a lot.” The student stomped out with a storm of feelings in her steps.

Inside of the embassy’s lobby, she would find her liaison waiting for her.

“So I just need to send you orders and I can get stuff delivered?” the Theradectan asked, looking at a datapad while a trade representative looked over his shoulder. “Great!” He turned to wave over Dongli. “You have a lot of interesting products on your side of the node.”

When Dongli saw Hennat, she suppressed a shudder and put up a smile. “Our corporations couldn’t resist the urge to start selling products over here, couldn’t they? It must be incredibly expensive though; that node gate is a bottleneck.”

“It’s a mutual thing,” the Baron said, turning his head at the shudder before tapping on the pad. “The Bureau of Trade is working on finding the products people on your side want. Lots of silk options, but they’re bulky, so it’s a problem. Anyway, here’s my contact details, I’ll be calling later.”

“Maybe medical products?” Dongli suggested. “Our people are scrambling for new medical technologies, and there’s no better way to inspiration than alien biosamples and what aliens have produced as medicine.”

“Huh,” Hennat said, handing the datapad to the representative. “That could work. A lot of that stuff is catonite based, so expensive in that sense, but quite useful.”

The human woman nodded. “Come on, let’s go grab dinner. We still have to study afterwards.”

 

[Acewing13]

Hennat’s dorm was the top floor of a three story building a short distance away from Dongli’s place. It had the wide doors typical of a Theradectan living space, and even higher ceilings. The front room was a dual-use living room and kitchen, various pots and pans steaming on the stove as he opened the door. “Started the longer cooking dishes,” he said, waving her inside, wearing his typical robe. “Mostly just boiling water.”

Dongli was dressed in a puffy jacket and carried a large duffle bag. “Thanks for the invitation, Hennat.” She leaned down and pecked him on the cheek, then set her duffle bag on the counter, revealing a square glass container of fried spring rolls, along with an apron and other clothes. She set the appetizers on the dining table, then took her jacket off, revealing the tight qipao she wore on their first date. “Whew, I was burning up inside that thing.”

Seeing her turn, the spider scuttled over, holding the back up enough so he could put his head in between her legs. “You are warmer than usual,” he said, licking sweat off her inner thigh.

Dongli blushed, quickly pushed Hennat’s head away and tugged her dress down. “Hennat, you fiend!” She scolded him. “Heavens, it’s been only a week, at least wait until we finish dinner!”

“Oh, that’s why I didn’t go higher,” he said, clicking his pincers as he turned back to the stove. “Otherwise, I’d be pushing you to the bedroom right now.”

Dongli pouted, grabbing an appetizer and stomped over to Hennat, while quickly draping over an apron. She tapped his shoulder. “Satiate your hunger with this first.” She shoved the spring roll in between his mandibles, waiting for him to finish chewing. “And this.” She then leaned down and kissed him deeply, before standing up straight with a playful smile on her face. “Tell me, how can I help you? Besides being a sperm bag.”

The Theradectan licked his fangs for the lingering taste of her food and kiss, before pointing at the pots. “Could stir those so they don’t boil over, cut the vegetables, whichever you want to do, my goddess,” he said, nuzzling her leg. “Sorry if I was too forward.”

“Apology accepted. You’ll have to make it up for me, later.” Dongli scratched the side of his neck, then went to work cutting the alien vegetables, pausing to stir the pot.

Hennat checked to see if vegetable preparation was similar between the stars and satisfied that it was, went to a larger pot and pulled out the bright red carcass of a lobster-esqe creature. “Apparently you have a similar creature to this back on Earth,” he said, cracking the smaller creature’s body into pieces, carefully draining the insides into another container. “But then you just eat the claws and tail?”

“I wouldn’t know about that, sounds wasteful.” Dongli leaned over and looked, then went back to chopping and stirring. “We try to use everything from our aquaculture. Whatever’s leftover gets turned into plant or insect fodder.”

“Guess I was just watching videos from the customer's perspective,” Hennat said, putting the entrails in a refrigerator before going back to carving up the animal. “Would be a waste of protein. Should I set aside those parts or put them in the soup with everything else?”

“I don’t know what it is, but I bet if you grind it all up it’d make for an awesome broth.” Dongli commented.

“That’s the tradition,” he said, cutting up the meat and throwing it back in the pot. “I like the chunks though. Chewier that way.” He walked over, nodded in approval at her work and took the cut up vegetables into the same pot. “The vegetables are my attempt at not just making this a meat stew. They’re digestible for us, but not a typical choice. More carnivore than omnivore and all that.”

“Thanks for your consideration.” Dongli scratched Hennat behind the back of his neck. “You can have most of the meat, I only need a few bites to satiate my need for protein. Besides, the spring rolls I brought have their fair share as well.”

“I tasted that, it was tasty,” he said, leaning into the scratch. “There’s always room for leftovers. The less cooking needed during the week the better.”

“Mmmhmm.” Dongli nodded in agreement. She would continue small talk with Hennat about upcoming exams, meal planning, and general time scheduling.

“Remind me, when is our first match as the B-team?” She asked him, turning down the heat of the stove. “My thermal suit isn’t coming in until next week. I’d like to get some training in that thing.”

“Week and a half from now,” Hennat said, shrugging as he stirred the large pot. “They’ll be coming to us though. And it’s the regular season, so winning is good, but it only decides where to put us in the tournament at the end of the year.”

“I won’t have enough time to train in it.” Dongli frowned, tasting the soup with a spoon, nodding in approval. “Wow, this is really good.”

“Thanks,” the spider said, turning the heat down to let it simmer. “Next I want to experiment with noodles. Plain starch should be easy to digest.”

Dongli nodded. “Do you have store bought noodles, or were you planning on making your own?”

“Was going to ask you for your opinion,” Hennat said, going over to a cabinet and pulling out bowls. “I’m getting a delivery from Zhuque anyway, so I can get noodles if needed. But making them does sound fun, especially if I had my goddess’ help…”

“From Zhuque? That sounds expensive. Flaunting that Baron wealth, aren’t you?” Dongli smiled smugly, poking at Hennat. She stood up to help him reach for the utensils in the cabinet. “I could try to help you make noodles, but I haven’t done it in a while, and they’re kind of a pain.”

“What good is wealth if not spent on friends?” he asked, putting the bowls on a low table before turning to her. “Could make it more of a team activity to spread out the work. But then we couldn’t move directly into sexy times, at least without me having to fend off the rest of the males.”

Dongli went silent, helping Hennat set the table. She carried the pot of soup over. “I wouldn’t mind a spit roast…” She muttered to herself as she poured out a bowl of soup for Hennat.

If the spider could blink, he would have. Instead, he just stood still for a moment as he processed her words. “I- uhh, huh,” he said, scratching his head. “Guess that is a thing for humans. Several partners at a time. I admit, I had fantasies the other way. Not sure how I feel now that it’s from the other way.”

“Y-you heard that?!” Dongli blushed, covering her face in embarrassment. “Heavens, I’m so sorry, just dumb fantasies. I’m as much of a sex fiend as you are…” She trailed off.

Hennat walked over to her, hugging her legs with his pincers. “Don’t apologize, my goddess. We’re experimenting after all,” he said, looking up at her. “If you desire another male to join us, I can try and find another who finds you attractive.”

“N-no!” Dongli shook her head vehemently and waved her hands in front of her. Her face was bright red as she stared at Hennat with sheer embarrassment. Finally, she gulped, stroking the back of his neck. “I’ll… think about it. Heavens, you’re cute.” She leaned down to kiss him between his two largest eyes.

“I try,” he said, rearing up on his back legs so he could nuzzle her cheek. “Though I do love our alone time, part of me does want to try and spread a more liberal environment through the art of love,” he said, pouring a bowl of soup for her. “I wouldn’t want you to do anything you wouldn’t want to do, of course.”

Dongli quietly nodded along, drinking her meal. “I don’t mind experimenting, and it does sound like other male Theradectans can use more love. Let’s both keep an eye out, alright?” She reached out a hand to grab onto one of his pincers.

“Will do,” Hennat said, squeezing her hand, before going back to his soup with his free pincers. “Sorry if I ruined the mood.”

“Oh, not at all,” Dongli giggled, looking down. “I just outed myself. It’s kind of embarrassing, but I’m not in a dower mood at all.” Her eyes brightened at a bite of the lobster-analog. “Wow, this is really good.” Her cheeks blushed as she got a bite of a large piece, slurping the thick, fatty protein down, failing at modesty by covering her mouth with a hand.

 

[Acewing13]

“Feel free to be as messy as you want,” the spider said, clicking his free pincers as he licked his maw. “You know how I love cleaning up.”

“Sorry…” Dongli tried to speak with her mouth full. She put a finger in forward, slowly chewed, finally swallowed, then smiled at Hennat sheepishly. “It’s just that the texture was surprising; it felt like my mouth was trapped by it. I didn’t want to splatter soup droplets over my qipao either.”

“That is harder to clean,” he said, nodding as he finished his soup. “I better have a second bowl, gonna be using a lot of energy. Either way, anything interesting happen at the embassy? You had a weird look when you walked out.”

Dongli froze, then sighed. “I learned better fighting techniques against Theradectans. And… something else about myself.” She helped him to a second bowl, then took out her water bottle. She made eye contact with him, then looked at the opaque container, before pointing a finger at it. Her skin crawled with frost again, but a few seconds later, she opened her bottle to reveal solid ice inside. “I can freeze anything, even if I can’t see it.” She stood up, then walked over to the sink to set the bottle inside to defrost, then sat back down again.

“Holy Neolath,” he said, thinking through the ramifications. “That's a powerful ability.” He reached over the table to hold the frosted hand. “What did they suggest you do that made you upset?”

“They didn’t suggest anything, but the implication was upsetting enough.” Dongli frowned, holding the pincer with both of her hands. “I’m a biologist, not an assassin. I just want to control my powers so they don’t get in the way of my work. All I want to do is study alien bacteria.”

“‘Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them,’” Hennat said, patting her hands with a second pincer. “That’s what one of your old writers said, right?”

“Maybe? Must’ve been a non-Chinese work.” Dongli shrugged. “I don’t know, this seems like the universe waking up one day, and decided that the past twenty years meant nothing compared to something I just stumbled upon.”

“Shakesword or something?” the spider asked with a returning shrug. “The point is, you get to decide what to do with your life. I’d suggest you take a step back and see how your powers change what you’re able to do and what you should do going forward. Maybe you decide to stick with astrobiology. Plenty of work to do on that front, lives to impact. Maybe you choose something else. Either way,” he said, leaning forward to nuzzle her fingers, “I’ll be here to help.”

“Thanks, Hennat.” Dongli put up a smile to him, despite continued internal turmoil. Her hand shifted to scratch the back of his neck a little, before both retracted to continue work on her meal.

The spider refilled his bowl and drank most of the liquid in one go, before picking out a chunk of the vegetable and trying them by themselves. “Hmm, it tastes good, no idea what my stomach will do with it,” he said. “Probably just treat it like fiber?”

“Probably.” Dongli shrugged, “If it doesn’t need it, it’ll likely just pass it through the other hand.” She took a piece from his bowl and tossed it in her mouth. “I, for one, will thoroughly enjoy it, in both taste and nutrition.”

“And then I’ll eat you up,” Hennat said, clicking his pincers as he ate a piece of lobster-analog. Coming to an idea, he got off his chair and scooted it over closer to her, before getting back on, picking out a vegetable and offering it to her in his pincer.

Dongli gladly accepted it, nibbling it out of his pincer and gulped it down. She leaned forward, supporting her head with her arms on the table and batted her eyelids at him. “Well, you’ll have to feed me first~”

He fed her a few more vegetable chunks, before biting down on a large chunk of lobster-analog and leaned close, seeing if she’d take the bait.

The human woman happily accepted it, biting on it lightly, then slurping the fatty, red bit of meat and sucked into her mouth, before she encountered Hennat’s mandibles, which she responded to by leaning even closer so she could get a deep kiss, mingling alien tongues with cooked alien meat in the mix.

The spider buzzed with excitement, two upper pincers wrapping around her neck to pull her deeper into the kiss while the other two wandered over her qipao. “You fully fed, my baozi?” he asked, his tongue pulling on hers.

“Mmm…” Dongli didn’t respond at first, fully savoring the kiss while she closed her eyes. Finally, she let go, with salty, fatty saliva still connecting the two lovers. “Yes, I am fiend. I believe now I make it up to you.” She stood up, swaying her hips to walk over to the kitchen, setting her bowl in the sink and idly drinking some water.

“Guess I should put away the leftovers first,” Hennat said, sighing as worked, putting lids on pots and putting them in the refrigerator. As he walked back and forth, his spinneret arms took chances at her legs, the sharp claws drawing quick lines on her calves, while leaving thin strands of silk behind.

Dongli seethed with every swipe. “Hennat, we’re partners, you don’t have to act like a pervert. If you want to feel up my thighs, just do it now.” She looked down at him quizzically as he walked back and forth.

“Had to finish cleaning,” he said, putting the last dishes away before he pulled on the silk around her legs, pulling her so she fell into his arms. “Now fun times.”

“Eeek!” Dongli gasped, breaking her fall by hugging onto his body with her arms. She giggled with her heart pumping, “Hennat, you fiend!” She bit into his carapace as revenge.

“At least I’m waiting until we get to the bedroom,” he said, nibbling at her stomach through the qipao as he walked through the kitchen, careful not to tear the dress or hit her head on anything. “Could have tried a new position and pushed you down against the sink while I rode you. But that seemed like less fun when a soft bed is available.

The human woman shuddered as Hennat teased her lower body. “I enjoy happy surprises, but this is fine too.”

“So, where’s the line exactly?” he asked, holding her low for a second so he could get around the table. “Thigh surprise was too soon, I understand that. Is it more about expectations?”

“Oh no, the thigh surprise was fine,” Dongli explained, “I was just a tad afraid we were going to fuck before dinner even started. I think surprises are okay as long as we’re in private; I trust you by now; but if I’m not in the mood I’ll just say no.”

“Follow through on plans, got it,” Hennat said, waddling through the door and through to the bedroom. He set her down on the bed, red silk sheets on the mattress, before scuttling over to a speaker system. “So downstairs doesn’t get too much free entertainment,” he said, turning on a throbbing beat, his penis starting to peek out from his abdomen.

“Wait, I just remembered something.” Dongli put up a finger, quickly scampering out of the room, returning with a plastic packet. “The doctor asked you to wear protection. Sorry for ruining the mood.” She pounced on him and pinned him onto the bed, her lips bit as she held up the packet in front of him. “I hate to do this to you; I love your seed in my womb, but until we figure out how to deal with Theradectan STD’s and vice versa, the rubber unfortunately needs to go on.”

He tensed as she put him on his back, but soon calmed down and relaxed under her. “You’re fine,” he said, his pincer patting her hand. “The thought did come up and I’m glad you have a solution, my baozi. Looks like it’s made for human hands though. Can you…put it on?” he asked, his penis pushing against her qipao.

Dongli nodded, tearing the wrapping off, revealing the yellow rubber tube. She carefully stretched it out, then slowly pulled it over his organ. “I have more, one per ejaculation.” She leaned down close, and kissed his dressed up penis.

“Guess I’ll have to be slower than last time,” Hennat said, sighing as she kissed him. “Was going off like a firehose at the temple.”

“You don’t have to be that slow.” Dongli looked up, then back down to continue caress his instrument, kissing it and rubbing it with her hand. “This is human 24th century polymer material, it can handle your load.”

“Guess we’ll have to test it,” he said, shuddering at her touch on his dick. “Is this human foreplay? It’s certainly more trusting than the Theradectan version.”

“Ideally, yes, but some members of our society have no romance, or love, frankly.” Dongli nodded. Seeing him fully hard and ready, she shuffled back on her knees. “Come on now, fiend, you did want to feel up my thighs and unwrap me yourself.”

“Well, now you made that annoying,” Hennat said with a click, turning around on his back till he faced her. Knowing this time where the zipper was, he had the qipao off in moments, and wiggled until his head was in her lap and his pincers ran along her sides. “Well, this is a new view,” he said, pulling her hair braid loose.

Dongli was left in a semi transparent, red undershirt and matching red undershorts. She sweetly smiled down at Hennat, shaking her hair down so he could see it in all its glory. “Enjoy it as much as you want… dear.” She stated, gently caressing his head.

 

[Acewing13]

“Oh, I think I will,” he said, nuzzling her hands as his pincers squeezed her breasts. “Ohh,” he added, waving a pincer at a set of drawers. “I forgot my own thing. Top drawer, got some soft caps made.”

“Ooh!” Dongli bounced up and down in excitement, “We’re just adding all the toys onto you today. Will I finally see your more aggressive side?” She didn’t wait, gently pulling Hennat off of her, walking over to the drawers and returned with the caps. She would get back onto the mattress, this time with her legs spread out in a V in front of him, holding the caps with two hands, then leaned closer to his face to clapse them onto his fangs.

“Soon enough,” he said, as the caps were fastened on, before he put his pincers around her head and pulled her down into a kiss, his fangs pinching her lips before pulling back.”Fried rice, right?”

Dongli shuddered under the hint of danger, embracing the forced kiss, letting go after a few seconds, then leaned backwards. “Right on.” She smiled, shaking her upperbody so that her breasts shook under her thin undershirt. “Come take your meal, fiend. By the way…” she bit her lips. “The underwear is disposable.”

“I’d like dinner before dessert,” Hennat said, his pincers grabbing her hips so he could pull up between her legs and start gnawing at the thin garment.

“You may have it.” Dongli chirped. As Hennat gnawed away at her underwear, she entertained him further by playing with her breasts, squeezing them together, then letting go; bouncing them up and down; swaying them side to side. She squeezed them some more tiny drops of milk that left dark spots on her cheap undershirt, highlighting for Hennat where the suckle.

A leg came up to push at a breast, but his maw stayed at her groin, tearing the underwear off before biting her labia, his tongue pushing into her vagina.

Dongli gasped at the sudden intrusion upon her womanhood. She squirmed, feeling individual mandibles sink into the soft flesh of her lips, the wet tissue that lined her vagina giving way, then smothering the intruding tongue with love. She gasped with love as Hennat intruded deeper. “Angh~” She let out a small cry, her breasts leaking some more.

“Come on,” he whined, hooking two legs under her arms and pulling her down towards his erect dick, while he slurped her fluids, moving his head so he could find and then pinch her clitorus. “Don’t leave me worshiping by myself~”

The human woman squealed as Hennat pinched her soft tissue and forced her head down to his abdomen. Her naked legs lightly squeezed him from the sides, nestling between his front legs. One hand continued to play with her own breasts, the other admiring his instrument, stroking it slowly. “Your worship will be answered,” She affirmed, opening her mouth to swallow the penis fully. She missed the salty, meaty taste, replaced by a rubbery texture, but it's size was still pleasurable nonetheless. One hand would hold the base of his instrument, while her mouth got to work suckling it up and down. The two lovers found themselves in a happy sixty-nine, wrapping around each other with their limbs and bodies.

The rubber was a new experience for the spider as well, but he still shuddered as she stimulated his member. He started leaking out semen, droplets sticking to the rubber. He paid her back by latching onto her labia and shaking his head back and forth, his tongue probing her vagina.

“Mmm… mmm…” Dongli moaned from her throat. Her body spasmed with Hennat’s play, sensations spreading through her entire body from her womanhood, like lightning piercing the night sky. Hennat would feel her innards becoming dangerously warm and wet. “L-let’s cum together, dear…” She stammered, furiously stroking him as she neared climax herself.

He shuddered again, before his legs pulled her head down again, his dick pushing into her throat as he came, the rubber pulsing as it started filling up with his seed. He in turn pinched her butt with his pincers as he pushed his head into her groin. Vibrating as he chomped down, he nearly drew blood as his fangs dug into her lower lips, his tongue tickling down the tube as far as he could reach.

Dongli gasped and groaned in muffled voices as the condom bulged into her mouth, filled with his seed. She shuddered with Hennat’s aggressive intrusion, her lips toyed with in a way that drove her mad. With a yelp, ejaculate flooded from the core of her womanhood, drenching Hennat’s tongue sending tastes of sweet and salt. She panted, as love juices leaked from both her breasts and vagina.

“Hmm, love my baozi’s seasoning,” the spider said, licking her clean as he loosened his hold on the human. “Think my penis is swimming.”

She sighed, squirming in the continued pampering of her insides. Dongli kissed Hennat’s penis again, then carefully twisted the bulge of seed, before pulling the condom off entirely and tying a knot. She reached for another packet and replaced his rubber, before pampering his instrument again.

“Do you want it down here?” he asked, wiggling his dick before nibbling her clitorus.

Dongli caught his dick and nibbled it back, swinging her legs behind her playfully. “I think we’re warmed up, dear. How are you enjoying human foreplay?”

“It is very enjoyable,” he said, his pincers caressing her thighs. “The trust involved, putting a male on his back…is exhilarating.”

“Oh. Oh!” Dongli’s eyes widened, scrambling off of Hennat to the other side of the bed, sitting on her knees apologetically. “I’m sorry, I forgot that that position spelled a death sentence for you in front of a female.”

“It’s alright, apology accepted,” the spider said, getting up and crawling over to her. “I’d like a warning next time, but it was great.” He hugged her torso, looking up at her. “I trust you, Dongli. Please, let’s make more love to each other.”

“Of course!” Dongli beamed back, spreading her legs out underneath her lover’s body. “Do you want to try the human way, or put me in a cocoon? Or something in between?” She bounced her breasts in his face, letting him feel their softness and warmth through her undershirt, while caressing the back of his neck.

“I like the hybrid approach,” Hennat said, starting to draw out some silk as he ripped the undershirt off and nibbled on the nipple of her breast. “You get more excited when you’re wrapped up some.”

Dongsli squeezed her bossom with her hands, squirting out the milk left over from the first ejaculations just then. “You could try binding my limbs and keeping my legs spread apart, and let me hang from the wall.” She suggested.

“But your arms and hands are fun to keep free,” Hennat said, lapping up the milk. “Could just suspend you from the torso, keeping you up in the air while still able to do stuff.”

“Oh, but you so readily put me in a cocoon.” Dongli teased him, scratching the back of his neck as he licked her nipples clean. “We can do that. Whatever way you want to spin me up, dear.”

“I didn’t know better,” he said, leaning back so he could put his mouth against hers, before he started wrapping silk around her shoulders and hips. “Mind standing up in the room, my goddess?”

“Of course, dear.” She kissed him again, then stood up, salaciously feeling up her thighs and breasts in front of him, bending one knee. She batted her eyelids at him, combing through her own, dual colored hair, clearly proud of her own body and wanted to flaunt it in front of her lover.

As Hennat wrapped her up in a harness, he nibbled at her curves, claws bit into her soft places. This process went on for a few minutes, until silk ran around her shoulders, made an x-shape down her front, and then wrapped around her waist. This choice left her breasts and vagina exposed, but would support her weight as he threw up silk lines over rafters and pulled her off the ground. “There we go,” he said, coming down from above on a pair of silk lines headfirst till they were at the same height. “Feeling secure?”

Dongli swung her legs uselessly midair. Under the weight of gravity, the straps of silk tightened around her breasts, pushing them outward. The tugging feeling around her chest and crotch caused her to squirm, only to exacerbate the sensations. She moaned happily under the silk’s caressing. She felt up her breasts with her only hands, rocking her body back and forth in the harness. The human woman didn’t answer Hennat, but she was already panting and wetting herself from her nipples and womanhood, fluids dripping down along her thighs, to her dangling toes, then to the ground. She looked at him with an intoxicated love in her eyes, and nodded quietly.

He clicked his pincers, before swinging over and grabbing onto her shoulders. He then twisted underneath her and secured himself with his legs around her torso, though he held most of his weight with the two lines he’d made on the way down to her. After taking a moment to aim, he pushed his rubber-covered dick into her folds, buzzing as he started pumping in and out.

Dongli seethed as Hennat invaded her womanhood. The pressures against her tissue were accentuated by the silk straps around her vagina that pushed her muscles inward. She wrapped her legs behind Hennat’s back as he pumped her, her toes curling in and out with every thrust. Her hands continued to fondle her own breasts. With the new, more heightened sensations, the human woman quickly devolved into a moaning, panting mess. Her tongue lapped, her eyelids heavy, her mind only able to process the electrifying touches in her womanhood and her own groping. “Hennat… dear…” She whimpered between soft cries of ecstasy.

The spider didn’t speak, pushing a hand out of the way before putting his maw on her free breast, his blunted fangs digging into her flesh. Meanwhile, he put more force behind his penis, pushing deeper inside and taking longer to pull out, the rubber slipping against her walls.

 

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“Aaah! Aaah!” Dongli cried with each thrust, Hennat’s maw on her nipple driving her madder still. Happy, lustful hormones coursed through her body, her mind blanking out. She gripped his body and bit into his neck with tears of joy as her lover ravaged her insides. With every thrust, her breasts yielded, squirting out milk for Hennat’s enjoyment. The floor splattered with sweat, breastmilk, and sexual fluids. “Hennat, Hennat…” She spat out his name again and again.

“Take all my love, my goddess,” he said, chomping down on the held breast as he pushed his dick as far as he could inside her. He shuddered at her bite, his seed sputtering out into the rubber surrounding it. After a few moments of bliss, he chittered and shook his dick. “Huh, my seed’s stuck in me.”

“Nyaaaa!!! <3” Dongli screamed as Hennat jettisoned inside her. Her entire body shuddered, her womanhood released ejaculate that flooded around Hennat’s penis, leaking outward. Her nipples jetted out to streams of milk. The human woman’s body went limp, her arms barely holding onto Hennat’s back while her legs hung downwards. She breathed softly onto his neck, warm and damp. Her hair was laced with sweat. Sexual fluids streamed from her crotch, down along her thighs, across her calves, and dripped down onto the floor from her dangling toes, creating a small puddle of love. The human woman was truly conquered by the alien spider, a hanging, wet twitching mess filled with sexual satisfaction.

It took half a minute for her mind to reel back. “Hennat…” She murmured sweetly, twisting her tired limbs and body so she could hug him again, her mouth licking and kissing across his neck and face.

“Dongli,” he replied, licking her neck in return. “Where’d you put those rubber things? My current one is full to the point that I can’t let out my seed. Very strange sensation.”

She sighed, trying to regain her composure. “W-we tie them off then throw them in the composter.”

“No, like where are more of them?” Hennat asked, clicking his pincers as he went to clean the other breast. “Your duffel bag?”

“Oh.” She pointed to the mattress, where more were laid out on one side of the bed.

“Apparently I was blinded by your beauty,” he said, pulling out of her vagina and dropping to the floor. He pulled the rubber off his dick inexpertly, shuddering as the pressure lifted and more seed came out. He managed to wrap up the end after a lot of his juices spilled and mixed with hers on the floor, before looking up at her. He clicked his pincers, grabbed the older rubber, tied the pair on a piece of silk and put them on her harness. “Now I know what that imagery means,” he added, cutting another package open and attempting to put it on. “Definitely not designed for my pincers.”

Dongli swung her dangling legs tiredly, but happily. “I can help you with that. But before we go at it again, I need water and food.”

“Hmm,” Hennat murmured, before walking back into the kitchen. He was soon back with a glass of water and the container of spring rolls. He handed up the glass first, pulling on her legs so she was more vertical until the water was consumed. He then took the glass, put it on a drawer, and went back to hanging on her harness. “For your convenience,” he said, putting a spring roll half in his mouth and holding it in front of her.

“My deepest gratitude.” She smirked back, nibbling on the offered food until she reached his maw, which she kissed. “You know my arms are free, right? We can enjoy a snack together, dear.”

“I like feeding you like this,” he said, swallowing his half before putting another roll in. “We can do other things with our arms then,” he added, emphasizing with his pincer pinching her breast.

“Mmm…” Dongli moaned lightly with another bite, “You fiend. It’s not fair. You have more limbs than me.” Nonetheless, she used her hands to caress his shoulder joints.

“You make up for it in other ways,” Hennat said, shoving the rest of the spring roll in her mouth before turning so his half-covered dick was near her hand. “Like being flexible.”

“I am like dough under your pincers, aren’t I?” Dongli asked rhetorically, helping Hennat secure the condom on all the way, stroking his penis. She then leaned down to kiss the tip.

“And I putty in your hands,” he said, shivering at the kiss. “Anything I can do to help your embassy’s research go faster? Do they need to see our STIs, cause I’m sure I could find another Theradectan with a bunch of them.”

Dongli shrugged, “Unfortunately manpower is the bottleneck. We were stretched thin as is before the node opened, but first contact with you opened up several fields of study that need researchers, professors, and supporting personnel. That’s partly why we were so quick to open up Dagothans immigration, I think. Besides, Theradectan-human sex viruses are low on their priority list; they’re more concerned about air and waterborne diseases, which is why they sent me.” She smirked. “You don’t like wearing that condom, do you? It actually wasn’t cheap; we practically stopped making them as we cured most of our own STD’s. It’s really only people with weak immune systems who still need them.”

“I think my larger ejaculations overwhelm it,” he said, scratching his head before turning around so he could nuzzle her chin. “Feels weird, but if it’s for my goddess’ health, I’ll comply.”

“Thank you,” Dongli nuzzled him back, stroking the back of his neck. “I really appreciate it, dear. For the sake of both our well beings.”

Hennat buzzed in reply, before he pulled her legs in and slowly pressed his dick back into her folds. “Ready to go again?” he asked.

“I thought you’d never ask.” Dongli grunted, giving him dangerous fuck-me eyes.

Cries of ecstasy and the union of bodies were drowned out by Hennat’s speakers. By the time they were done Dongli was a quivering mess again, hanging limply from the ceiling, her harness tattered and drenched with bodily fluids. She breathed softly, exhausted. Her womanhood throbbed after repeated onslaught, her nipples leaking milk. Still, she managed to lift her head and put up a satisfied smile.”Shower, dear?” Dongli asked quietly.

“Could just bring out a sponge and keep you up here,” he said, clicking his pincers before he started cutting the silk lines supporting her, making sure she landed feet first before freeing her completely.

“Ahh…” Dongli fell to her knees, rubbing along where the silk gripped her crotch and chest for the past hour. She seethed quietly at the aches. “I like my hot water shower though.” She crawled forward some, before holding onto the wall to push herself back up again.

Hennat scuttled over and helped her up. “Guess I should have let you sit down for that meal break,” he said, staying close so she could put some of her weight on him as he led the way into the bathroom.

She nodded, turning on the water herself, sighing in relief as it washed over her sore, ravaged body. Red dots formed along her neck where Hennat bit into her. A red X formed across her chest as well. She closed her eyes, sitting on the floor on her knees, letting the warm water caress her.

The spider dug through the human’s duffel bag and pulled out bottles of shampoo and soap. “You need these, right?” he asked, going back to the bathroom and holding them out. “Look like the ones from your place.”

“Thanks.” Dongli replied softly, gently lathering them over herself, softly moaning her relief as she caressed the sore spots: her chest and her crotch. She then took extra time on her blue-black hair, cleaning out the sweat and seed thoroughly.

Hennat followed into the shower, his pincers rubbing on the red marks on her chest. “I’m sorry, my goddess,” he said. “Is there anything I can do?”

“I’m actually about done washing myself.” Dongli smiled at him assuredly. “Though, I don’t mind you touching me while I enjoy the hot water a little longer.”

“It looks worse when I’m not distracted trying to get you moaning though,” he said, running his pincers over her legs. “Should have spread the load out more, not hung from you so much…”

“Oh, shusshy, dear.” Dongli kissed him between his eyes. “My insides are fairing a lot worse than my skin, and neither of us want to give up that, do we now? I didn’t cry out the safe word either. Less regretting, more scrubbing.” She lathered her hands with carapace-care oil, and rubbed it along Hennat’s arms.

“Alright,” he said, letting her rub the oil into his pincers as he grabbed some oil for himself and rubbed down his legs. “Guess another benefit to bringing in more Theradectans would be to be able to make more silk supports for sexy times.”

“An intriguing idea.” Dongli commented, while she continued her work on his carapace. After a few minutes, she was done. She basked in the warm water with Hennat for a little longer, then stepped out to dry herself. She left the bathroom naked, walking over to her duffle bag in the living room and withdrew a light pink night gown, draping it over herself. She then hummed to herself as she cleaned up the dishes.

The spider soon joined her, cleaning pots and pans and putting them away. “Thanks, for everything,” he said after hoisting the largest pot into its place.

“Really? You helped me more these past few weeks as my liaison.” Dongli tilted her head quizzically, looking down at Hennat. After they finished up, she took a sip of water and sat down at the table on her knees. “I did give you good sex, but that was mutual.”

“I’ve learned a lot the past four weeks,” the spider said, walking over and putting his head in her lap. “About humans, about my own society from your eyes. It’s all been a great time.”

 

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“Likewise, likewise, Baron.” Dongli smiled softly down at him and lightly caressed his head with her fingers, her gaze and touch like that of a winter moonlight. She sighed contently, enjoying the current quiet of the evening after such hard fucking.

“Hmm,” the spider hummed, enjoying the touch before he got up and grabbed armfuls of towels before going back to the bedroom. “Probably should clean the bedroom some too. Lots of fluids.”

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Dongli was awoken by the low buzzing of her bedmate, Hennat’s legs wrapped around her underneath the covers as he snoozed

The human woman yawned. Her whole body felt sore from yesterday evening’s sex. Not wanting to wake her partner up quiet yet, she stretched upward to crack open the window, smelling in the alien morning air. She then squeezed back into the covers, twisting her head back to take a look at Hennat’s resting face. She smiled; who would’ve thought that an oversized spider-analog could be so adorable and loving? Dongli turned her head back and blinked, activating her eye terminal to browse the network idly as her partner buzzed around her.

Hennat woke up a few minutes later, sighing as he nuzzled the back of her head. “Morning, goddess,” he said.

“Morning, Baron.” Dongli reached behind her to scratch his back, shuffling in the covers. Her soft body was barely covered by her nightgown as she pressed into his underbelly and legs, letting him feel her warmth, her own legs mingling with his, her toes playing with his pincers.

He shuddered at her touch, his fore pincers reaching under her arms to cup her breasts. “How are you feeling?” he asked. “Think I’ve found some muscles that I didn’t know I had. And they’re mad at me.”

Dongli let out a light gasp as Hennat fondled her. “I’m pretty sore myself.” She grasped onto the offending pincers and caressed them. “I’m fine though. Yesterday evening was great. Thank you for that.”

“Of course, my goddess. Hmm, sore enough that I can’t get some milk for my breakfast?” he asked, playing with her breasts.

“You’ll have to pleasure me to get it, remember?” Dongli giggled, pressing her butt against Hennat, while her hands helped him caress her breasts. Her nightgown bunched up against his carapace, making her ass bare and naked against him. “Love so early in the morning…” She teased.

“Which is why I asked if you were too sore, my baozi,” the spider said, his dick pushing out between his chitin and pushing against her. “I’ll make love to you whenever I can. Though the real question is if you can grab a rubber without getting out of my clutches.”

“Well, you did like me for my flexibility.” Dongli smirked. She wriggled one arm free, reaching out to the edge of the mattress and grabbed a packet. With some fidgeting, she managed to reach behind her and wrap the rubber around Hennat junior. She then went back to work on her breasts, moaning cutely, while her bare thighs sandwiched him and stroked him.

He shuddered, his penis swelling between her legs. “No fair, I can’t suck on your breasts from back here,” he said, his pincers squeezing her mounds.

“Then you’ll have to get on top of me then.” Dongli turned to lay on her back and pulled Hennat up onto her chest beneath the covers. Finally able to face him, she pulled him into a deep, loving kiss, her tongue intertwining with his. “Good morning, Baron,” She greeted him sweetly, returning her hands to play with her breast and stroke his rod.

“Hello breakfast,” he said, clicking his pincers as he returned the kiss, before moving down to her breasts, picking the one not already being played with to gnaw on. His dick aroused, he hooked it into her groin and slowly pushed inside.

Dongli gasped with Hennat’s insertion. “So thirsty, at least let me take off my nightgown so you don’t destroy it as well.” She scolded him, bunching up the thin garment upward to reveal her delightful mounds to him, her nipples hardening under his caressing and the cold morning air. The human woman then continued to kiss Hennat and play with her free breast, when he gnawed on the other.

“You make me hungry,” he said, licking the nipple as he pumped his rod up and down her vagina. “I never feel as alive as I do when we’re this intimate, my goddess.”

She let out a happy moan as Hennat began fucking her in earnest. Her whole body shuddered under the covers, her breasts happily bounced up and down with every thrust. “You can… have all of me then… dear.” Dongli stuttered out as loving thrusts rocked her senses. To Hennat’s satisfaction, milk leaked out of his human lover’s nipples with her increasing arousal.

The spider clamped down on the breast, vibrating his head to suck as much milk out as he could while he picked up the pace below, his spinneret pincers pulling her legs into the air so he could push deeper.

Dongli seethed and tensed in the cold air, with the covers thrown off due to Hennat’s increasing hunger and aggression, but only for a moment. She quickly returned to moans and soft cries of ecstasy as her lover pounded her harder from above. Her legs swung back and forth limply in the grasp of Hennat’s spinneret pincers. Her hands grabbed her thighs to brace herself against his onslaught. Her breasts continued to dance and her nipples squirted with every thrust. Her tongue lapped in the air. Dongli was quickly devolving into a love-drunken mating press under Hennat’s determined pounded. “Yes… dear… breed me… milk me…” She whimpered at him, steadily reaching her limits.

“If only I had more mouths,” he said, sucking on one breast while watching the other spurt out more milk onto the sheets. He shuddered at last, pushing down as his seed flooded into the condom, filling the space between their genitalia.

Dongli cried out Hennat's name as his seed ballooned a bulge in her womanhood, driving her senses haywire and sending a flood of ejaculate through in response, leaking out of their union and dripping onto the sheets. As promised, her breasts also squirted out jets of milk in ecstacy for Hennat’s consumption. Dongli’s entire body went limp and relaxed back into the mattress. She laid in a puddle of her own love, breathing softly, with more of it sitting on her soft, naked body.

The spider relaxed on top of her as he lapped up every drop of milk he could get his tongue on. Once satisfied, he pulled out of her folds, released his dick from the condom and moved up so he could more easily nuzzle her cheek. “Think I’m actually out of gas,” he said, clicking his pincers before they started playing with her hair.

Dongli sighed. “We did make love pretty hard yesterday. I’m surprised you were so eager, and fertile, this early in the morning.” She pulled her nightgown back down for a modicum of decency, then caressed his carapace gently, kissing him again and again on his head and on his neck.

“I awoke to a vision, what can I say?” Hennat asked, his pincers clicking softly as she kissed him. His legs curled around her into an embrace, humming in contentment.