Spiders and More Spiders (NSFW)

[Acewing13]

The noise in the underground arena was almost deafening as the pair exited the elevator, a sea of multicolored chitin surrounding the catonite circles in the room. Tiered bandstands were set against the walls, and nets were put up on the walls and part of the ceiling to let even more spiders watch the spectacle.

“Do you have similar events on Zhuque?” the Baron asked, keeping close to the human.

Dongli nodded. She was wearing an androgynus tang suit again and carried a duffle bag with her equipment. “This reminds of the mixed martial arts tournaments my dad used to bring me to, until he and my mother got divorced.” She winced, a sharp cold forming over the back of her hand. She covered it with her other hand and continued. “Once I got into college, I actually got to go into orbit to see a micro-gravity performance with a layout like this: the audience top, bottom, and all around.”

“Yeah, guess when you’re bipedal it’s more difficult to use the ceiling,” Hennat said with a nod. He pushed through the crowd, eyes glancing at the alien walking behind him. “Come on people, plenty of gawking to do later.”

The human woman blushed, leaning down close to Hennat as they walked. “I hope they don’t look at me too closely. Close inspection is for your eyes only right now.”

“Let them gaze at my goddess, she deserves veneration,” the spider said, clicking his pincers as they walked up to their teammates. “Focus on the fight, not the eyes watching.”

“I’ll try to. These are still a lot more eyes and legs than I’m used to. Heavens, when was the last time I was in front of an audience? Right, at my graduation ceremony…” Dongli trailed off, greeting her teammates. “What’s the matchup?”

“Khavil of Atheworn Tech,” Yaidani said, pointing to a large black chitined spider, who was talking to her green and black comrades. “Specializes in stone spells, but dabbles in fire, so she’s gonna be a pain to batter down with your ice.”

“Ah, a classic relationship in RPG’s.” Dongli rolled her eyes. “Sounds dangerous. One of us could get pretty injured if we’re not careful. Any advice?”

“As long as you don’t aim for the head, go for it,” Crafza said, the hanger-on having taken an advisor position. “And make projectiles to throw instead of trying to freeze her body. Lot harder to melt a big chunk of ice being thrown at you than to warm your own chitin. Err, skin?”

“I wasn’t planning on freezing them anyways; I’m afraid I might accidentally freeze their blood and bust capillaries. Nobody needs to see that.” Dongli shook her head. “You want me to pelt them with ice balls? Seems like I might accidentally hit their face.”

“You get some leniency with projectiles,” Hennat said with a shrug. “The wind up for casting at range is usually seen as enough warning. Unless you pull off something like spraying them with ice going at supersonic speeds, you’ll be fine. And if you managed to do that, the pro-leagues or the military would be knocking on the door, disqualification or no.”

“Alright, thanks for the advice. I should get changed.” Dongli gave a quick gesture of thanks, then hurried into the lockers. Upon her return, she donned a slim, white body glove decorated with blue silhouettes of winter flora native to Zhuque. There were flags of the HFR, Li Ming, and Cailin woven into the shoulders, logos of a fashion design firm and a materials engineering firm at her breast. Most of her body was covered, except for her fingertips, her heels, and her toes. As she walked out, she started warmups by stretching her limbs and bouncing on her feet.

“An active thermal suit.” Dongli explained to her teammates. “Supposedly powered by my own body movement. There’s also supposed to be some self-repair going as well. I feel like a walking tech demo.”

“Very intricate,” Yaidani said, looking her up and down. “Hopefully works as advertised.”

Hennat was silent, scratching his head at the sight. “On one hand, it covers everything. On the other…” he muttered.

“Oh stop it,” Dongli scolded him, lightly knocking him on his back with her fist. “You see all of me often enough.”

“Gonna pretend I didn’t hear that,” the team captain said, shaking her head as announcements started blaring over the speaker system. “Get ready for your bout, first four are up, including Ms. Liu.”

“Wish me luck, Baron.” Dongli prepared to step away, but backtracked. She hesitated, contenting herself by grabbing one of his pincers tight for a second, then scurried off.

“Good luck,” Hennat said, waving as she ran off, before Yaidani bumped his legs..

“Adorable,” she said, clicking her pincers.

The rest of their exchange was lost in the chattering of the crowds as the human made her way to the circle, Khavil waiting for her, stretching out her pincers. “Is that a typical uniform for humans?” she asked, cocking her head to the side.

Dongli felt her heart beat louder and louder in her chest. She already felt the air cool around her and threatened her skin. All the alien eyes on her for the first time in a long while, in past public outings she would sweat, but now, the only thing keeping her from shuddering was the new suit.

She shook her head at her opponent. “No, we usually wear skimpier clothes during mixed martial art combat matches.” The human woman walked up to the Theradectan, meeting at the center, and bowed, with hand over first in front of her. “This is just for my own protection, against myself.”

“Hmm,” the black-chitined spider said, walking up and bowing to the human. “I’ll have to go to one of those sometime then. May the best fighter win, Sekhreth willing.”

“... Right.” Dongli replied awkwardly, then stepped back to her side of the ring. She knelt down on one knee and pressed the tips of her fingers down on the ground, silently waiting for the match to start.

Before a fighting began a small platform dropped from the ceiling, carrying a heavily robed Neolathian, a microphone held in pincers worn with age. “Welcome to Cailin University, my fellow countrywomen,” the spider said. “It’s a great honor, as Dean of our ancient facilities, to begin the season for these combat games. May Neolath smile upon us, as Sekhreth chooses her champions.”

Prayer concluded, the platform raised as a rainbow attired spider stepped in between the four circles. “I want good clean fights, show us your all,” the referee said, before raising her pincer. “Three, two, one, go!” she added, throwing her arm down.

Dongli stood up with careful, sliding steps towards Khavil. With each step, the ground around her froze with a thin layer of ice. A light breeze formed, with the cooling air around Dongli mixing with the still warm air of the rest of the arena. Her hands were held in front of her, snow forming around her fingertips, then melting as they landed on the rest of her thermal suit.

In the other three arenas, the Theradectans were going at it, spells thrown this way and that. Khavil instead followed Dongli’s lead, circling as she intoned the goddess of prophecy with ‘Cethan Atlenn’s Sight’ soon followed by ‘Modiu’s Warmth’. “Guess you don’t go by half-measures,” she said, before pointing all her pincers out and screeching, “Marnem Edqod’s Thrust.” A pillar of rock pushed out of the ground, its point thrusting out at the human.

Dongli quickly side stepped around the pillar, her steps quickening around the Theradectan. With the ground freezing, the human woman began sliding on it, moving faster. Her hand twirled in the air, conjuring a thin bolt of ice, and threw it at Khavil, probing for blindspots and weaknesses.

Khavil her eyes flashing yellow as dodged to the side, breathing heavily as she kept up the predictive spell. She pulled out two silk threads and threw them out to either side of Dongli before jumping at her, pulling on the lines for even more speed, fangs flashing as she went for the human’s legs.

Close quarter combat, Dongli understood more instinctively. She slid to a halt, crouching slightly, her hands held forward again, ready to act defensively and grab Khavil by the limbs as she charged at her.

The spider accepted the challenge, the glow in her eyes flashing once before disappearing as she turned her attention to her left arm, biting down on the wrist before yanking down, her legs kicking at the humans’ as she tried to throw her off balance.

Dongli winced, but took the opportunity to grab ahold of Khavil’s face, harsh, freezing fingertips becoming a very unpleasant experience on the large eyeballs. Still, the spider’s legs were a problem, knocking her down onto one knee as the two species grappled with one another. The human woman let go of Khavil with her right hand, then gave a quick jab under the spider’s throat.

Khavil hissed at the icy grasp and punch, but kept her grip on the arm while she bowled Dongli over in an attempted pin. “Blaze of Sekhreth!” she screeched, flames bursting off her chitin, the spider trying to overpower the human magically and physically.

Dongli’s heart raced. It took every gram of willpower to stay calm and meet the flames with an aura of freezing air that kept her exposed skin unsinged. However, in the process, her balance was completely thrown off, her body sent to the ground. The human woman’s eyes dilated, her breathing turning into a pant. Her heart raced. The fire was still bearing down on her and there were still too many damn legs.

She grit her teeth, her vision turned gray as she attempted to focus. With her left hand still occupied with the face, she hugged Khavil tight with her legs, wrapping around the back of the Theradectan’s body. With their bodies too close for the Theradectan’s pincers to strike at her, Dongli found the leverage to punch Khavil in the side of her neck, hard, several times.

 

[Acewing13]

Chitin cracked under her strikes, flames sputtering as Khavil cried out in pain. She attacks halted as she dragged the both of them to the side, her legs shaking at the sudden weight.
flames bursting back as she focused on the magical front at the risk of her physical strength, the icy daggers on her eyes distracting her.

With the Theradectan’s strength deteriorating, Dongli pried her left arm out of the spider’s maw and kicked her off. The human woman then scurried to the opposite side of the ring, dropping to one knee and her hands. She was sweating bullets, her suit damaged from licks of flame. She felt that she barely survived being burnt to a crisp. Her heart pounded. Dongli eyed Khavil warily. If she wanted to defeat her, she needed to get back into close-quarters. With that thought, she gasped and gulped, crossed her arms, preemptively freezing her body in shards of ice.

“Good to see there’s muscle under all that flesh,” the spider said, blood dripping from her throat as she regained her footing. “Too bad though. Marnem Edqod’s Fusillade,” she said, stomping the ground. The pillar, off to the side of the ring now, cracked and then flew apart, thumb sized stones pelting Dongli.

“Gaahhh!” The human woman had little time to respond, reacting by protecting her face with both of her arms, the stones easily breaking the thin layer of ice she covered herself with and smashed against her flesh, causing sores and bruises.

Khavil took the chance this gave her, rushing across the field and running the human down. Pushing her over onto her back for the second time, her pincers grabbed her arms and pushed down. “Yield,” she said, her fangs slick with blood hovering over Dongli’s neck, her breath heavy as it poured from her abdomen.

The human woman panted, dazed after getting forcefully pushed down. Her own blood trickled down from the side of her head. With the Theradectan’s full body weight down on her, her arms pinned to the sides, and fangs threatening her neck, there was little she could do. Dongli gulped, then finally stuttered out. “I… yield.”

The referee shrilled, skittering over to the circle as Khavil backed off, slumping to the ground as she panted. “Good fight,” the black-chitined spider said, as their respective teams rushed over. The other fights had long since finished, the chattering of the crowd loud now in the combatant’s ears.

“Great job, Ms. Liu,” Yaidani said, as Hennat wrapped silk over Dongli’s wounds. “Guess they picked their best fighter to go against you. Would have smashed the rest of the competition.”

Atheworn Tech’s team swarmed around Khavil, helping the spider to her feet and walked her over to their spot.

“You alright?” the Baron asked, holding her head as he looked at her head wound. “Probably should get you in front of a screen and get a human doctor’s opinion on that. Do humans bleed more from the head? Really should have asked that earlier…”

Dongli didn’t respond to Hennat. Every part of her body ached and her head throbbed. Her heart was still pounding. A hurricane of emotions filled her: fear, excitement, humiliation, anger. She had trouble thinking. It’s been a long while since she was physically beaten and hurt in a competitive setting, and it stung painfully.

The human woman sniffled and wiped her eyes. As her focus returned, she grabbed onto Hennat’s pincer and looked up at him, her irises bloodshot. “Sorry, what? Let’s get out of here first. Please.”

“What? Sure, yeah,” the Baron said, helping Dongli to her feet. “I’ll be back,” he said, Yaidani protesting that he was needed for the fight as he led her to the locker rooms. Once alone in the quiet room, he helped her sit down before rifling through a medical cabinet. “I knew I should have looked up more symptoms for concussions and other things before now,” he said, putting armfulls of supplies at her feet. “Should I just disinfect and wrap that?”

Dongli looked down at the supplies, then back up at Hennat. She gripped his pincer. “You get back to your match.” She blinked, activating her eye terminal. “I’ll get in touch with a remote doctor and wrap myself up.”

“I’m up the round after this one,” the Baron said, pulling the human into a hug. “Are you alright? Are you sure you don’t need me?”

Dongli sobbed and sniffled. “If you want to stay…” She gripped Hennat’s body tight. “I’d appreciate it. I’m just rattled. A friend would be nice to have right now.”

“Of course,” Hennat said, his pincers rubbing her back. “Call your doctor. I’ll stay as long as I can, my l-, Dongli.”

The human woman paused, then let go of Hennat. She would connect to a doctor within a minute, disinfecting and banding her head wound as she answered questions. She would have to step up to grab a hand terminal to take a picture of her wound at some point before continuing.

“I should be alright for the moment.” Dongli notified Hennat, a white band strapped around her head. “I do need to head back to the embassy for a full scan.” She kissed him between his eyes, then began tearing her thermal suit off. “Sorry that I won’t be able to spectate your match. We should have a human medic with us next time.”

“For sure,” the Baron said, sighing before helping her out of her battered suit and running to her duffel bag and pulling it over. “And don’t worry. I’m so pissed off right now, it won’t even be a challenge.”

A knock on the door to the locker room echoed in the relative quiet. “I’m coming, calm down Crafza!” Hennat hissed.

“Message for Ms. Liu,” came a muffled reply, before skittering legs signaled that the messenger had left.

“Huh?” the Baron asked, walking over to the door and opening it just long enough to pull in a folded note. Bringing it to her unread, he said, “I guess it’s for you.”

Dongli quickly pulled her shirt down over her chest and skimmed over the note.

‘Greetings, Ms. Liu. Thank you for the excellent match. Below are my contact details if you’d be interested in meeting in less combative circumstances. Your fellow warrior, Khavil.’

The human woman pulled up her pants and mused out loud. “Well, I don’t actually dislike her.” She looked up at Hennat and shrugged. “I think I will talk to her after I go get scanned. At least out of politeness. You can come with if you’re skeptical.”

“Come again?” he asked, grabbing the note and looking it over. “Uh…sure? As your liaison if nothing else.” Handing it back, he groaned as the sounds of the referee calling the round was heard. “I better get out there.” Walking out, he paused and half turned. “Honestly, if I received that, I’d take that as her hitting on me.”

 

[Acewing13]

University Dorms, Evening

Dongli sat on her knees in the living room as Hennat tended to her. She was in her undershirt, small red and purple bruises readily apparent across her arms and upperbody, the result of the rock pelting from her first tournament. One side of her head was covered with a white bandage, underneath it stitches to heal a cut wound. She pouted quietly, browsing the network idly, waiting for Hennat to finish his work on her.

“And done,” the Baron said, securing the last medicated bandage. He leaned forward and hugged her. “Anything else I can do for you, my goddess?”

She hugged him back and caressed the back of his neck. Her whole body relaxed, her legs stretching out to the side. “Nothing, thank you dear, I just need a warm body to lean on while I pity myself. Motherfucking rocks…” Dongli grumbled.

“Yeah, wasn't expecting that,” he said, nuzzling a non bruised spot. “She was the most powerful member of their team, everyone else had it easy. You did great for your first event. Totally overshadowed A team's bouts.”

“There’s already protests from the leadership on my side.” Dongli replied. “The human body doesn’t handle shrapnel very well. At the very least, I’m going to be wearing a helmet next time. Ms. Cao is insisting on it.”

“More importantly for us though…” She pulled out the note. “You said she was hitting on me. If she is, are you alright with this? I mean…” She trailed off.

“Mixed emotions, to be honest,” Hennat said, turning his head to look at the note without leaving his embrace. “Part of me wants to keep you to myself. And I wonder how you will deal with an even larger spider. But you’re here to have new experiences. Who am I to stand in your way?”

“If you’re not fully onboard with it, I’ll turn her down, if she brings it up.” Dongli responded. “I know how you feel about me, Hennat. It’s not just friends with benefits.” She pulled his head into her chest. “And I have a hard time not reciprocating the feelings.”

“Shit,” he said, sighing as he looked up at her. “If you were my species, I would be very defensive about this. Or even if I didn't care about my political career…” He buried his head into her sternum. “But…I do though. If I can make any one of my people’s lives better by being on top instead of an outsider…and you don't want to be weighed down by that, do you?”

Dongli shook her head sadly. “No. I’ll dabble in political movements, but I never saw myself as an actual politician. I’m happy being friends with benefits. If you need to cut me off for the sake of your duties, I won’t fault you. I’ve mentally prepared myself the moment you touched me on our first night. I know that I’m making love with a Baron. It’s been less than two months, but I’ve deeply enjoyed our time together, dear.” She stroked the top of his head gently.

“And I hope it continues,” Hennat said, turning his head so it pushed against her least wounded breast. “All of which to say, go ahead. I'm very curious about whether I'm right and how she'll try to pursue you.”

---

“I mean, it makes sense,” Hennat said, looking between Dongli and the temple of Marnem Edqod, the step pyramid sitting on a main thoroughfare in the modern quarter of Cailin. “It’s her main deity, it’s a hospital. Guess the tone will be set on which wing we go to…”

Dongli nodded. She blinked, sending a quick message to Khavil through her eye terminal, automatically translated into the local language as it was sent across the network. She was dressed in a more conservative qipao that leaned towards the professional side, rather than trying to impress anyone in particular. She still wasn’t sure if this was a date, after all.

The black-chitined spider soon came out to greet them, neck swathed in silk bandages. “Glad you could come,” she said, bowing to Dongli before looking over to the red spider. “Baron Hennat. Seems you take your liaison duties seriously.”

“You could say that, Khavil of Atheworn,” Hennat said, nodding to the larger spider. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all,” Khavil said, turning to walk back into the temple, waving the pair to follow. “I was expecting it. Are you hungry?”

Dongli shook her head. “No, but I wouldn’t mind some food on the table while we talk.” She looked at the temple around her. The pyramid opened up into a sterile reception area, the desk having a black chitined Theradectan sat behind it, nodding to the newcomers as Khavil led them past the desk and into a cafe. From there, corridors led off to the different wings of the temple, ‘Admissions’, ‘Offices’, ‘Dance of Ocean and Land’, etc.

“Can I start by saying that I was very impressed with your abilities?” Khavil asked, looking up at Dongli as they stood in line at the cafe. “Did you compete in, what did you call it, martial arts before?”

The human woman nodded. “Recreationally, yes, like many other of my peers. I started when I was a child and regularly attended club meetings. I’m sorry about your neck; that position didn’t give me many other options.”

“It’s not a problem,” the black chitined spider said with a shrug. “Unlike humans, our throats are just for eating. For my part, I apologize for the head wound. I tried to keep the projectiles from going up, but didn’t get them all.”

“It’s a remarkable application of stone magic,” Hennat said as they neared the register. “You could make actual bullets out of them if you focused all your energy on one small projectile.”

“Yes, but then it wouldn’t be tournament legal,” Khavil said, before gesturing to the board. “Feel free to pick whatever. My treat.”

Dongli picked out a small cake and the closest thing to herbal tea, then sat down. “So… what did you want to talk about, Khavil?” She asked.

“First, to thank you in person for the bout,” the female spider said, nibbling at a cake of her own. “When I found out that a human had joined the Cailin team of all things, I had to see you in the ring myself. And you certainly didn’t disappoint. I look forward to how you do in the rest of the season.”

Hennat kept quiet, sipping on a spiced not-latte as he kept his eyes on both ladies.

“Thank you, I wish you luck as well in your future matches.” Dongli replied. “Though, if that was all, it surely didn’t require a personal note and an additional meetup in person? Such an expression could’ve been made before I left the arena that day. What else did you have in mind?”

“Well, we were both dealing with our injuries at the time and I wasn’t sure if you’d want to actually see me,” Khavil said with a shrug. “Cowardly, I know. Second off though, I admit that I find you attractive and since it seems like you don’t mind the companionship of other Theradectans, I wanted to ask if you’d be interested in going on a date.”

“No fight, no friendship.” Dongli commented. “Chinese saying.” She then smiled, “Sure, we can go on a date, learn more about each other. Though, the Baron is coming along. We’re a package deal.” She grabbed his pincer. “We’re intimate.”

“I figured as much when he led you away, lil poor Evand settae on fire in half a minute, then ran back to the locker rooms,” the female spider said with a click of her pincers.

“A liaison can’t be worried about his charge’s health?” Hennat muttered, scratching his head with a free pincer, while squeezing Dongli’s hand.

“There’s being concerned and then there’s being unwilling to let others take your spot,” Khavil said with a shrug. “Not that I mind anyway, Robertin are fun to chase around. Anyway, there are a few options. How are you feeling, Ms. Liu? Up for some physical activity?”

“I’m down to just bruises I have to work through.” Dongli rolled her shoulders. “I’m pent up anyways; Hennat and I haven’t made love ever since my injuries. You’re awfully eager, especially since we just met. Would you like to speak somewhere more private?”

Khavil clicked her pincers, shaking her head. “Oh, here I thought I’d have to warm you up with a trip to the dance club,” she said, throwing the rest of the cake in her mouth. “I like that. Yes, let’s go.”

“Oh…” Dongli giggled, “Sorry, me and my dirty mind. Yes please, lead the way.”

“No need to apologize,” the female spider said, leading them down the corridor to ‘Dance of Ocean and Land’. “I’m alright skipping to the prize. How traditional are you keeping it, Baron?”

“We did it traditionally once,” Hennat said, keeping to Dongli’s side. “But honestly, there’s a lot more trust involved in the human way. More fun, in my opinion.”

“Interesting,” Khavil said, looking over her shoulder. “Guess we’ll see.”

The ‘Dance of Ocean and Land’ turned out to be a collaboration between the Marnem Edqod and Dagothan temples, fitting since they were consorts. The dance floor was tiered, leaving multi-colored partners to wiggle their bodies and circle each other, with the notable exception of white chitined Neolathians. The music was a thumping electronic track, heavy bass and trilling trebles would have sounded right at home in old 21st century European dance clubs.

“What do human dances look like anyway?” the female Theradectan asked, bouncing to the beat.

“It depends on the culture, the setting, the formality.” Dongli listened to the music, somewhat foreign to her. “From where I’m from, it involves vertical body movement and arm swinging. Quick movements in succession with quick pauses. I’m not very good at it though; I was never a big club person. I’m more familiar with performative sword dancing; it came with the martial arts training.”

“That sounds more like our dancing anyway,” Hennat said as they walked over to a terrace. A few curious glances looked their way, but the couples went back to their own worlds. “It’s an evolution of the traditional mating dance. Show off your fitness with jumping, body control, etc.”

 

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“And physical movement with companions is also a type of healing,” the larger spider said, twirling around a leg before playfully bumping into the human.

“That sounds like the same stuff we did to break each other’s bones and chitin.” Dongli smirked back, grabbing Khavil by her front legs and swinging them in a circle. She then let go of her, switching to court Hennat in turn. “I didn’t mind it, now that I’m looking back on that match. It was harrowing, but also exhilarating. I liked the physical contact.”

“Ahh, she’s turned on by danger,” Khavil said, clicking her pincers as she shook her abdomen back and forth. “No wonder she went to the planet full of venomous spiders.”

Hennat held on as he let Dongli swing them around. Once set back down, he returned the favor, picking her off the ground with his pincers, twirling her around a few times before setting her between the two spiders.

“Uh oh.” Dongli bit her lips. In front of her was Hennat, who still held onto her arms with his pincers. Behind her was the newcomer Khavil, also gawking at her. “Is this a threat?”

“Threat, promise, what’s the difference?” the larger spider asked with a shrug.
“Intent, mostly,” the Baron said, shaking his head as the song ended and a new one began, a slightly different tempo. He led the human around until he was standing next to the newcomer. “Want to keep going here or go somewhere more private?”

“I was never much of a dancer.” Dongli nodded. “I would like to know more about Khavil before we go at it. How about a friendly spar? It won’t take long for me to grab my exercise wear.” She winked at the Baron. “That exercise wear.”

“Then we’ll want the activity center,” Khavil said, pointing a pincer back the way they’d come as Hennat nodded in excitement. “What do you want to know?”

---

Fourty Minutes Later

Dongli returned with a duffel bag, changing into her dark blue running shorts and her semi-transparent sports bikini, meeting the two Theredectans in their booked room. “Khavil of Atheworn, was it?” The human woman asked, stretching her limbs. “You don’t go to Cailin’s university. Are you a student, if so, what are you specializing in?”

“Atheworn Institute of Technology,” the female spider said, looking over the human approvingly. “It’s in Dagotha, so the other side of the node. Going into civil engineering. Specifically working on the orbital ring, ideally.”

“So you’re Dagothan?” Dongli asked, “How does it feel to be crossing interstellar distances on a regular basis?” She crouched down to stretch out her legs sideways.

“Politically speaking, yes,” Khavil said, popping her pincers. “How much do you know of our history?”

“I know many of your people are slaves. It’s enough for me to be mad at the Neolathans.” Dongli frowned, getting on all fours to do some pushups.

“Yes,” the black-chitined spider said, sighing as she stretched her legs. “Most of the slaves you see used to be from my homeland, Lounkto. My ancestors escaped from the Neolathian’s invasion, while the Robertin did nothing and the Anakti just let refugees in. These days, it’s a bunch of slave farms.”

“Happens when every side except for the Lounkto have nuclear weapons,” Hennat said, scratching his head from outside the circle. “Not that it excuses the behavior of my ancestors, just an explanation.”

“The Anakti? Who are they?” Dongli visibly grimaced at the thought of using nukes to force people into slavery.

“The green chitined Theradectans,” Khavil said. “Dagothans is an umbrella term, consisting of mostly Anakti colonists who settled the ocean planet after the Aos Si left and Lounkto refugees. Strength through unity, blah blah blah.

“I’d like to visit sometime.” The human woman remarked. “So your ancestors, the Lounkto, they’re the main Dagothan sub ethnicity which are enslaved.”

“Just a train ride away,” the female spider said, walking up to the middle of the circle. “Maybe if we like this, we can make it a regular thing.”

“I mean, the capital is basically the halfway point, so could do all three,” Hennat said, sitting down on a couch.

Dongli stepped up and bowed. “I’d like to not use magic this time. The people back home are insisting I wear a helmet going forward, and I didn’t bring my thermal suit with me.”

“Sure,” Khavil said, before showing off her rubber covered fangs. “The Baron brought these while we waited for you to come back. So now I don’t have to worry about you getting paralyzed.”

“Ahh.” Dongli blushed. “Sharing the sex toys already?” She paused. “We came up with the idea so he can be… more aggressive with me.” She shuffled some awkwardly, then started to step around Khavil with her arms forward.

“Female venom is more potent,” Hennat said from the sideline as the two females circled each other. “Since we’re at a hospital, you’d probably get treatment fast enough, but I’d rather not risk it.”

“We’ll go at your speed, darling,” Khavil said, pulling a little silk out of her spinnerets. “Show me these martial arts of yours.”

Dongli nodded quietly, circling Khavil one more time. She wasn’t quite sure what Khavil’s capabilities were without magic, but at least she wouldn’t be pelted with stone this time. With that in mind, Dongli stepped forward quickly to strike down at Khavil’s front legs to test the waters.

The female spider dodged back and threw the silk threads around the human's leg, before rearing up and pulling on the makeshift lasso.

“Fuck…” Dongli braced her fall with her arms. Unwilling to get pounced and pinned down again, she rolled to the side to avoid the anticipated charge, then spread her legs out and got back on one knee, throwing her hands up defensively.

Khavil had indeed gone for the pounce, clicking her pincers as she turned to face Dongli. “That’s the goal, yes,” she said, before running in, her pincers grabbing the other woman’s arms. “But for now, good on you for not falling for the same trick twice.”

“You and Hennat both…” Dongli grumbled in the ensuing wrestling. She pushed upward with her legs, then kicked into Khavil’s abdomen with one of them, trying to break her concentration and twist an arm free.

The female spider hissed at the kick, letting one arm free before grabbing hold of the remaining one in all four pincers. She then pulled, trying to throw the human off her balance again.

Dongli was pulled forward, past Khavil, but she used the momentum to swing herself around behind the Theredectan’s back, wrapping her free arm around her neck and pulling both of them upward.

Khavil shuddered, her pincers being pulled behind her head as she was lifted. “Kinky,” she said, before her spinneret arms slid up Dongli’s thighs. “How attached to your clothing are you?”

“I can order replacements,” Hennat said, enjoying the show.

The human woman blushed. “Hennat you fiend, don’t encourage her! These shorts are the one set I have! What else am I supposed to wear for workouts?!” She protested, swinging the other arm free, now squeezing Khavil tight from behind with both arms, one around her neck the other around her abdomen. She tried not to think about the fate of her shorts.

“Sounds like you need to order more anyway then,” the female spider said, her spinneret pincers now pushing against the human’s groin. “This is me giving up, by the way. I’d have to start cutting into you to try and get out of this. Good job, darling.”

“If you’re moving on to the fun bit, move the lower arm up to the join of her abdomen and thorax,” the Baron said, getting up to get a better view.

Dongli obliged. Still hugging Khavil like hugging an oversized plushie toy that had way too many spiky bits, she caressed the joint between the two segments of the Theredectan’s body. “See? You get sexy time, and you didn’t have to destroy my clothes to do it.”

“Plenty of time to do that still,” the female spider said, shuddering as the hand moved and found a slit in the chitin. The epigyne widened at the touch, enough that a few fingers could be put in. “Where is her slot, Baron?”

“It’s called a vagina,” Hennat corrected, walking over to take a look. “You want more towards you, right now you’re pushing against her anus and she doesn’t like that.”

“Figures,” Khavil said, her spinneret pincers moving over, brushing against Dongli’s labia. “Oh, there’s something.”

Dongli let out a soft, embarrassed moan. “Heavens, I feel I’m the target of some risque treasure hunt. Khavil, are you comfortable like this?” She asked, but still retaliated by pushing her fingers into her epigene, slowly and carefully pushing around, looking for the pleasure points.

“I mean, I’d prefer a soft bed, but this is fun,” the female spider said, shuddering at the intrusion of the fingers. “Definitely a new experience.” Her pincers pushed into the cloth, rubbing up and down in opposite directions.

Hennat wandered over and pulled on Dongli’s shorts. “Since you don’t have any limbs free, I’ll take care of these if you’re alright with that,” he said.

The human woman squirmed in arousal, but also minor frustration, as the Theredectan was trying to reach behind their back to pleasure her, all the while Hennat was trying to fondle her as well. “You haven’t watched human porn videos like Hennat has, haven’t you? Here, let me show you.” She let go of Khavil and wriggled out of the shorts that Hennat was trying to pull off, revealing her womanhood, a vertical slit pressed together by soft, fleshy lips. Dongli sat down at a bench, flashing her fingers at Khavil. She then caressed her breasts with one hand, the other gently pressing along her lips, moaning in response to touching herself. She continued gingerly and slowly, turning herself on as she showed Khavil what her body liked.

 

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“Porn?” the female spider said, turning her head to the side as she watched the human’s actions, a leg raising to stroke her epigyne..

“It’s like the snuff sex films that Neolathians pass around,” Hennat said with a shrug. “But not involving cannibalism.”

“Ahh,” Khavil said, before walking in between Dongli’s legs. “So like this?” she asked, pushing a pincer in between the labia and slowly moving it up and down. “Very soft,” she added, her other pincers caressing the other woman’s thighs.

“You know you’re doing well when liquid comes out,” the Baron said, getting on the bench and putting his pincers around the unfondled breast before squeezing.

“White liquid! Red liquid is bad; that’s blood.” Dongli admonished. Still, cooing happily at Hennat’s fondling, she guided Khavil’s pincer into her vagina, letting her carefully explore her interior flesh. “Listen to my voice as well. I’ll let you know if you’re going too far, or if you’re hurting me.”

“So, not too hard, got it,” the female spider said, pushing her pincer in until chitin started to stretch the opening, before she started going back and forth. “So these folds cover the hole, where do they lead though?” she asked, a free pincer moving up the labia until they met, brushing against the human’s clit.

Dongli gasped and whimpered, being touched from both ends simultaneously. Her legs shuffled, then wrapped around Khavil’s back to pull her in. “My… uterus, where a child grows inside a human female, and the ovaries… where we produce our eggs. I’ll…” Dongli gasped as Hennat touched a sensitive spot underneath her breasts, wetting herself a little in the process. She seethed. “I’ll have to teach you later… when I’m not so aroused.” She barely finished her sentence before she let out another moan.

“I got liquid,” the female spider said, leaning in to taste it, her tongue brushing against the human’s vagina. “Hmm, very salty.”

“Keep going,” Hennat said, pulling the sports bra up so he could nibble on one breast, his pincers grabbing the other. “Put your tongue down the hole, she likes that.”

“Will do,” Khavil said, pushing into the hole, her fangs pressing into her lips. The spider sighed, her leg rubbing faster against her epigyne.

“Fucking treating me like a science project-- angh!” Dongli gasped in happy arousal as simultaneously, Hennat nibbled a nipple, while Khavil pressed against a pleasure point inside her vagina. She wetted some more, this time leaking from her breasts as well, to Hennat’s delight. “There, keep rubbing along that spot.” Dongli panted.

The female spider did so, her pincers wrapping around the human’s waist so she could search deeper, her tongue pushing against the walls of her vagina, finding the spot that got the most gasps out of Dongli and pushed the button over and over. “Is that the same liquid?” she asked, looking up at the milk coming out of the uncovered breast.

“No, it’s sweeter,” Hennat said, holding a pincer against the other nipple as he licked the other, his fans pressing into the breast. “I’ll keep it from going too far. Keep her going until you get a whiter fluid. She should yelp just before it comes out.”

Dongli’s face reddened as the two aliens casually discussed how to fondle her body as they spider-handle her like putty. Her body enjoyed that, pressed and touched, sandwiched between two others. The thought alone aroused her further, but the more aggressive pace by the two Theredectan's drove her deeper into ecstacy. Her body twitched between the two, her whines and whimpers louder, faster.

As Khavil’s soft, long tongue pressed against her pleasure point one more time, Dongli let out a happy cry of ecstasy, her body shuddering downwards as her arms buckled. Loving fluids flooded from her womanhood around Khavil’s tongue. Her breasts squirted two jets of milk for Hennat to suckle on. Barely holding her body up on the bench, Dongli sighed and whimpered, basking in the aftermath of her orgasm.

“Hmm, very salty,” the female spider said, licking the vagina clean.

“Yep, now hold on,” Hennat said, easing Dongli down to lie on the bench. “Let’s swap places. I want to show you a thing she likes and see if you want me to try it with you after that.”

“I guess,” Khavil said, eyeing the male as she went to the top of Dongli. She licked the milk covered breast, before chittering and cleaning it. “An interesting taste. Fatty and sweet.”

“Where did you put-” the Baron asked, digging through the duffel bag before pulling out a condom. “Found it.” He skittered back to the females and held out the package to the human. “I need to borrow one later so I can practice opening it and putting it on.”

“Right, safety first.” Dongli sighed, tearing the package apart and wrapping the rubber around the Baron’s penis. “Safety first. Sexually transmitted diseases are not to be trifled with.” She admonished, then tried to relax. Her body was splayed across the bench, her limbs hanging off. On top of her was the female Theredectan whom she just met, licking her breasts clean. At the end of the bench was a more familiar lover, ready to insert into her with his instrument.

“You’ve found diseases that can pass between Theradectans and humans?” Khavil said, pulling back.

“Not yet, really,” Hennat said, getting up on the bench. “Her leaders are being cautious and I agree with the idea. Best to be careful until you know for sure.”

“Oh, okay,” the female spider said, scratching her head with one pincer and clicking with another in embarrassment. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You’re both biologists, you would know the risks involved better than I would.”

“We did some unprotected penetration before Dongli was corrected, with the assumption that the risk was minimal,” Hennat said, licking the human’s folds to warm her back up. “But now we do this, at least until we can confirm that.”

“So you were too horny to think it through?” Khavil asked, clicking her pincers as she went back to licking milk. “I admit that this is more interesting than the traditional way. The fewer syringes poking me, the better.”

Dongli let the two Theredectan's talk, whining a little with Hennat teasing her lips. Her legs moved up to hug his carapace. Her nipples hardened to Khavil’s touch, twitching delightfully to her tongue licking their produce. The human woman raised her hands to gently caress the female Theredectan’s neck and head, kissing and nibbling her to display affection.

“Heh, tickles,” Khavil said, a pincer moving down to caress Dongli’s neck, while her rubber tipped fangs dug into her breast. “Ooh, these are all fun sensations.” The female Theradectan picked up a leg to rub her epigyne, sighing as she kept softly biting on the mound.

Hennat moved up the human’s body, nibbling her stomach before he pulled her legs up and reared up to not get too near the larger spider’s fangs. He took a moment to place his dick correctly, but then slowly pushed into her vagina.

Dongli gasped with Hennat’s intrusion. Two Theredectans on top of her handling her brought about all sorts of arousal across her body. She squirmed and struggled as they touched all over her. “Y-Yes… that’s it,” She whined. One hand gripped Hennat’s body while he pressed into her, the other Khavil’s, whom she continued to kiss and nibble. Her body was their collective plaything now, and she was enjoying every moment of them pressing and molding her soft skin and flesh.

“Interesting,” the female spider said, looking at Hennat as he started pumping up and down into the human. “So, no syringe?”

“Nah,” the male spider said, nibbling on Dongli’s calf as he pumped. “Fewer steps and soft on soft-” he added before shuddering as his dick hardened. “-feels really good.”

“Welcome… to my world.” Dongli sputtered out, before she began devolving into happy, incoherent moans. With many times before, she became drunk with Hennat’s love. She was happy to be folded upward, her smooth, soft legs hanging helplessly in the air, ripe for him to play with. Khavil suckling on her breasts on top of her only added to the human’s pleasure.

The spiders stopped talking as well, with Hennat sighing as he increased his pumping tempo, holding onto Dongli’s legs with his pincers, and Khavil hissing as she rubbed her epigyne with a leg, her mouth chewing on the human’s breast. The male spider didn’t last for too long, shuddering as his penis spurted out seed into the rubber, filling the vagina’s void.

Dongli’s tongue lapped with Hennat’s increasingly aggressive pounding. It didn’t take long for her to orgasm a second time, crying out Hennat’s name before ejaculating from her womanhood and her breasts, warm and gooey liquid. She sighed, her legs falling limp around his shoulders, her milk seeping down across her naked upper body.

Khavil was surprised at the amount of milk coming out of the human, but was quick to lick the breasts clean again. “Very tasty,” she said.

“I know, right?” Hennat said, sighing as he pulled his rubber clad penis out, setting his member down on Dongli’s groin. “She’s very good.”

“She is,” the female spider agreed, her eyes focusing on the fluid filled sack in front of her. “Though, I am curious on how you taste, Baron.”

“Hmm?” he asked, looking down to see where her attention was. “Uhh, I mean, it’s mainly urine, so I don’t think you really want to know…”

“Oh, come now,” Khavil said, crawling down Dongli’s body until she could lick the rubber, her epigyne hovering over the human’s face. “You need help getting it off anyway~.”

 

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Dongli shuddered as the pincers pressed around and on top of her body, with Khavil crawling over her to reach Hennat. She was still reeling for the orgasm, but had enough sense to realize that the female Theredectan was hitting on the male counterpart. She sighed, “please don’t take a bite out of my liaison.” She then pulled Khavil’s abdomen down onto her face so she could explore the epigyne with her tongue.

The larger spider hissed as her insides were invaded, shaking as the tongue pressed in. “Ooh, that’s much nicer than the usual fair,” she said, before pushing down on Hennat’s covered dick, putting pressure on him and on Dongli’s clitorus. “I promise not to hurt him, darling.”

“He’s right here,” the red-chitined spider said, chittering as pressure was put on his fluid covered member. “You know what? Fine,” he added, opening her maw with a leg before pushing his dick down her throat. “Feel free to taste.”

Khavil choked a little on the rubber, before her fangs caught on the condom and she could pull it off Hennat, filling her mouth with his unfiltered seed. “All new experiences for me today,” she said, spitting out the condom before wrapping her tongue around the dick. “Hmmm, almost smoky. Wonder if that’s a side effect of your magic.”

Dongli explored deeper while the Theredectans bantered right above her twitching womanhood. She took the break from being fucked, in kind, taking her time to explore Khavil’s body with her mouth and hands. Still, she would let out cute moaning noises to stimulate both of the Theredectans.

It was Khavil’s turn to be double teamed, shuddering as her holes were invaded. She pressed her abdomen down into Dongli’s face and pulled Hennat against her mouth, fangs scraping against chitin as she squeezed his dick with her tongue.

“Real grateful for those rubber tips right now,” the smaller spider said, shuddering as the female gave him a rough blowjob, his pincers holding onto Dongli’s legs for support.

Dongli felt a tinge of sadness for Hennat, that Theredectan males had to tread carefully just to procreate. At the same time, she felt grateful, that humanity has largely moved past the phase where sexual intercourse was a one-sided affair, and became much more enjoyable. Her thoughts were interrupted by Khavil shoving her bottom further down onto her face, causing her to let out a small gasp for air, before she continued pleasuring the female Theredectan with her tongue. The female Theredectan dominance in sexual intercourse seemed to extend to her as well, with Dongli on the bottom, even if she was the one eating Khavil.

“You’re quite good at this, darling,” the black-chitined spider said, patting Dongli’s leg while licking the penis in her mouth.

“All the teasing…” Hennat said, grunting as his dick hardened again. “Take it then.” He started pumping back and forth, pressing into Khavil’s throat.

“Yeah, yeah,” the larger Theradectan said, her epigyne leaking fluid as she was stimulated. “Choke me good~”

As a good partner, Dongli responded dutifully to the increasing wetness by licking and tasting it all. She continued her tongue work, diving deeper into the Theredectan biology and touching for the pleasure points that riled Khavil up the most.

The female spider shuddered, digging her face into Hennat’s abdomen as her epigyne spurt out a sour tasting fluid onto the human’s face. The pressure on the male spider made him cum as well, his seed coating Khavil’s throat.

“Well,” Hennat said, patting the other Theradectan’s head as she pulled back. “Thank you for not biting down.”

“Had to fight the impulse,” Khavil admitted, pushing into the pats as she turned so Dongli wasn't smothered. “You alright, darling?”

Dongli sighed, audibly breathing, female Theredectan cum leaking from her mouth and dripping down her face. It tasted weird and uncanny to her, a citrus juice that was far too viscous. She struggled to sit up, wiping the fluids. “That was… an interesting experience.” She remarked. “I’m more concerned about Hennat.” She glanced at her male partner.

“I'm alright,” the male spider said, patting his chitin with his legs to confirm that for himself. “Pleasure mixed with evolutionary fear is quite a heady concoction.”

“Huh?” Khavil asked, turning to the Baron before she flinched. “Oh, ohhhh. I'm sorry, I didn’t consider that side of me sucking you off.”

“I'm fine,” Hennat said with a shrug. “Had to keep telling my brain that you'd have killed me earlier if you wanted to. The pleasure helped as well.”

Dongli winced. She tried to imagine the sexual dynamic if it was applied to humans, or if the genders were switched, and found it too toxic to consider further. She approached Hennat carefully, then hugged him. “Hennat, dear, you can say No. Even if your body likes it, you shouldn’t have to suffer emotional torment while having sex.”

“You're not?” the Baron asked, returning the hug as he scratched his head. “I mean, I admit that the only worry I had with our time was when you put me on my back, which is a lot less than usual.”

“And here I was thinking I was going easy on you by not chewing on you,” Khavil said, sighing in post nut clarity. “Well, not much. More scraping than biting? I like getting hurt a little though. That's not the case for you two?”

The human woman was taken aback by Hennat’s response. “What? You think every time we made love I was emotionally suffering?” She let go and stood up, knitting her eyebrows. She paced around, rummaging through her hair. Finally, she exclaimed, “Heavens, I’d tell you to get therapy, but I doubt your own psychologists would understand. Is this what Theredectan sex is like every time, even in the most pleasant of circumstances? Because it sounds awfully like sexual assault in human space.”

“No?” Hennat said, skittering over to her and bowing down. “No, you made it clear that you had your boundaries and never said the safe word, so I thought that you were enjoying our time. I was saying that I was enjoying our time more than usual sex I've had with my own species, because of that lack of fear. And the one time it happened, you instantly apologized. I guess I'd mentally tied that to what I saw as my ‘unnatural’, in a good way, attraction to you.”

“Yes, to answer your other question,” Khavil said, scratching her head. “Pain is the normal accompaniment to ‘normal’ sex. Courtship dance that is mainly holding the female down, rapid insertion of hard chitin syringes into epigyne, and then backing off before the female bites back in retaliation.”

“I suppose the different modes of sex determined that culture,” Hennat said, happy biology came back up. “It’s only over the last millennia that mate cannibalism was basically made pointless with food surpluses. With that starting point, guess we haven't really put much thought into more pleasurable sex acts?”

Dongli shook her head. “No, you really haven’t, if the first thing on your mind was being happy that you weren’t eaten by Khavil. That courtship dance doesn’t seem all that happy, either, if retaliation is part of the language. You’ll have to forgive me, mapping human culture onto Theredectan, but it doesn’t sound like you’re happy with it either.” She sat down and mused quietly while looking at the two.

The spiders were both quiet for a few moments, thinking through the consequences of their biology and culture. “Okay,” Khavil said, looking at Dongli. “Let’s assume for the moment that you’re correct. What should we be doing?”

Dongli huffed. “There’s a lot to work through that I’m severely under qualified for.” She grabbed a towel and draped it over herself. “Fuck, I’m just a biologist: I just want to study xenobacteria. But, not trying to hurt each other is a start. Or, in Hennat’s case, start expecting better of your partners, that they’re not going to inflict unnecessary pain. It’s awfully disturbing that genuine fear is part of your pleasure seeking process. Humans have faked fear: horror in media where they can safely feel fear without actually being in danger. Hennat, and other male Theredectan's I reckon, genuinely believe they’re going to be hurt after having sex. That might be understandable from a primal, survival standpoint, in which sex is purely utilitarian, but now you’re actually seeking pleasure from it. Come on!”

The human woman pointed up towards the ceiling. “You have orbital rings around your planets, flying skyscrapers. I think you can muster the willpower to establish trust between your sexes.” She rubbed her nose bridge. “Sorry for rambling.” Dongli shuffled over to Hennat, gently caressing his face and neck. She gave him a peck between his eyes, then looked back at Khavil. “He shouldn’t have to feel scared when trying to be intimate. Theradectans do understand the concept of love, right?”

“Well, yeah,” the female spider said, uncomfortable now to be answering for the dominant gender. “If we didn’t, we wouldn’t have relationships after we can’t have offspring.”

“Yaidani and Crafza love each other, for one,” Hennat said with a nod.

“Though, I suppose some of the gender relations can be tied into the slavery issue as well,” Khavil said, before shaking her head. “Anyway, I’m sorry. I’ll understand if you’d rather be alone now.”

“No, you can stay.” Dongli waved. “It’s been an… eye opening experience, seeing Theredectan sexual relationships first hand. You’re quite pleasant to talk to, and I don’t think you’ve showed off all your tricks today.” She playfully smiled back at her.

The female spider turned her head, before clicking her pincers as she walked over. “Glad I could contribute to your education, as you have for me,” she said, hesitating for a moment before running a pincer down the human’s calf. “So, what tricks are you interested in?”

 

[Acewing13]

“Hmm… Are you both up for one more round?” She blinked her eyes. An image was sent over to Hennat’s dataslate: a human woman bound, spread out across a web with two humanized spider creatures ominously approaching her. “Maybe we should do this in a private setting though. That’s a lot of webbing.” She suggested. “Perhaps we should eat and rest first? Do it in my dorm. I can teach you how to properly foreplay and we can try to combine it with your practices.”

“Would be kind of impractical to do in this large of a space,” Hennat said, looking around for anchor points and not finding many.

“Already going home on the first date?” Khavil asked, clicking her pincers as she looked at the slate. “This is the play fear you were talking about?”

Dongli shrugged. “We did just fuck each other’s eyes out. Just a change in location. And yeah, this is considered a thrill in some circles. Some people have a lot of control over their own lives and want to experience the opposite: being constrained, at the mercy of another being without any real danger coming from that loss of control. It’s paradoxically an opportunity to relax and let someone else take the reins for once. Then there’s the opposite: people who want to have full control over a situation, who otherwise don’t have it in their daily lives, and have found a willing partner.” She bit her lips. “I’m the former.”

“I mean, there’s fucking and then there’s fucking in your home,” the larger spider said. “Some dominance games can be played like that, though it seems like that’s not what you’re going for.”

“She’s got a standalone building,” Hennat said with a shrug. “Privacy is nice.”

“Ah, fair enough,” Khavil said with a nod. “So, food wise, what are we thinking? Something more savory?”

“I didn’t prepare enough to cook meals for three.” Dongli wiped herself down, then got dressed back up in regular civilian clothes. “On the other hand, with all the sex we just had, I’m not too comfortable eating in public. Can we just order takeout once we get back to my place?”

“Sure,” the larger spider said with a nod, wiping her abdomen and drinking some water. “Have you tried any Lounkto food? It’s spiced differently and isn’t served at the University, due to its association with slaves.”

“No, but I’d love to. Humans also have a bunch of foods originating for oppressed peoples, except that many of them have become quite popular. Do you recommend a restaurant? We’ll order from there.” Dongli wiped out the last of the fluids from her hair.

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“Did you like it?” Khavil asked, slurping down a sweet and sour Forpedic bowl.

“Could have used a little more heat if you ask me,” Hennat said, finishing his portion. “Though it was still satisfying.”

“I could see this using more spicy flavor.” Dongli nodded, using a pair of metal chopsticks to pick up the last of the grain-analogs. “Stir fried Forpedic. Hmm. Tastes like chicken. If you guys ever visit Zhuque, I’m taking you out to eat fried scorpion. They’re much smaller.” Dongli made a gesture with her fingers. “So you just pop them into your mouth as a snack.”

“That’s fun,” the Baron said, picking up the take-out boxes. “Thinking about it, Forpedics are like big versions of your Earth ants. The pieces in the bowl were mostly leg segments.”

“Biologists are weird,” Khavil said, sighing as she sat back on her bench. “I’d rather not think about how the sausage is made, but you two seem to love that stuff.”

“Oh, you have sausages too? I suppose that’s not surprising; it’s just ground up meat in fatty skins.” Dongli mused while she picked up the table and threw the leftover trash into the recycler. She then sat back down at the low table, casually sipping a cup of tea. Her legs rested out to one side, bending slightly, one of her thighs flashing out from underneath her qipao.

Glancing over at Dongli, Hennat tapped his pincers as he sat back down. “Apparently some humans use sausage as slang for a penis. Guess that feeds into how sex is treated differently in between our species.”

“Uh huh,” Khavil said, her focus on the human’s bare skin before shaking her head. “So, there’s an analogy between eating and sex for humans?”

“The better question is, when don’t we have analogies between eating and sex?” Dongli chuckled. “Both are core parts of our culture, they go hand in hand. Sausage is an obvious one, since it’s meaty and shaped like a penis, but there’s many others. Here.” She blinked, then displayed a large image on the living room’s monitor, showing a rodent-like creature trying to eat an oversized, elongated fruit.



“The fruit I get, penis again,” the larger spider said, before pointing to the other object. “What’s that supposed to be?”

“That, is a hamster, a rodent native to Earth.” Dongli explained. “They’re known for hoarding food in their cheek pouches.”

“So it’s a stand-in for a sexual partner hungry for dick?” Hennat asked, clicking his pincers.

“Or handling an oversized partner. The sexual differences in humans are flipped to Theredectan dynamics. We had our own shitty culture that we had to grow out of because of the anatomical differences. Still, the prospect of a powerful partner pinning one down is a real kink.”

“True,” the Baron said with a nod. “Guess the question is where kink ends and abuse begins? Consent, mostly?”

“Consent.” Dongli nodded. “Speaking of which,” She turned to Khaliv. “I don’t mind if you go rough on me; I enjoy it, but we have rules. First of all, “No” is a complete sentence. Any decent human who protects themselves won’t compromise on that, and I won’t either. Second of all, there’s safe words we use when we’re becoming uncomfortable, and need the sex to stop. Hennat and I have used the word “Fried Rice”, and just in case my translator fails, here’s what it sounds like in my native tongue: Chaomifan.”

“Fried Rice, alright,” the female Theradectan said, nodding before turning to Hennat. “So, if you were going to use the safe word during our last session, when would that be?”

The Baron scratched his head for a moment before saying, “When you started scraping your fangs against my abdomen. That’s when it turned from ‘fun fear’ to ‘uh oh, she’s eating me.’”

“Sorry,” Khavil said. “I’ll do better in the future.” She turned to Dongli and asked, “I assume that you would have said if something crossed the line?”

Dongli nodded. “It was comparatively standard sex for me though, besides eating you while being sat on.”

“I enjoyed that,” the larger spider said. “Very new sensation.”

The human woman shuffled her legs, leaning towards her over the table with a smirk. “So. You want to start?”

“As ever,” Khavil said, propping her pincer on the table in imitation. “What exactly is this foreplay you were talking about?”

“Physical pampering and teasing. Mmm… let me show you. Hennat, dear, would you please?” Dongli stood up, smiling seductively at the male Theredectan. She bent one leg slightly to show off her thigh. For extra emphasis, she put one hand over her chest, the other pushing down her bare leg, inviting him.

Hennat walked over, nuzzling the bare leg before looking up. “Yes, my goddess?” he asked. “Now that we have an audience, I guess I am wondering if my instinct to nuzzle your neck right now is moving things too far along or not?”

“Not if my clothes stay on.” Dongli let him nuzzle her bareskin, then sat down on her knees. She gently caressed his neck and the top of his head, kissing between his eyes.

“Good,” he said, standing on his back four legs as he stretched up, nuzzling her cheek. He put his pincers around her neck, before leaning in and licking her adam’s apple. “Lots of fun stuff up here.”

“Hehe, stop~” Dongli whined and giggled at the same time. She leaned backwards, splaying out her legs, letting Hennat crawl all over her. “You have fun features as well, dear.” She teased back, caressing his face.

“I assume that tone means keep going?” Khavil asked, rubbing her epigyne with a leg as she watched the pair touch each other.

“That’s my experience,” the male spider said, nibbling Dongli’s collarbone through the qipao while his pincers scratched the back of her head. “That’s the benefit to the safe word. No ambiguity.”

“Shh…” The human woman shut him up by pulling his face up to hers and kissed him deeply, her tongue intermingling with his. Her legs wrapped around his back, her thighs rubbing against his carapace. After a few seconds of kissing, she let go of his mouth, looking at him with a loving smile.

With Dongli holding onto him, Hennat picked her off the ground by standing up and moving them over to the bedroom, Khavil following behind. “Let's get more comfortable,” he said, before pulling her back into a kiss. He held it until he put them on the bed, settling them on their sides.

“Do I get a turn?” Khavil asked, clicking her pincers as she sat down next to the human.

“Thought you’d never ask.” Dongli kissed Hennat again, then rolled around to face Khavil. She hugged the female Theredectan. A shudder ran through her body, with Khavil being significantly larger, something the human woman would enjoy. Dongli rubbed a bare thigh along Khavil’s side and caressed her neck and face, then pulled her into a kiss.

The kiss was sloppy on Khavil’s side, especially with the odd angle her head was to meet the vertically oriented human. Still, she hummed as her tongue pressed into Dongli’s mouth, its longer length playing with her.

Hennat shuddered as Dongli entertained Khavil, his body pressing against the human's back. His pincers played with her hair while he nuzzled the nape of her neck, his legs rubbing up and down both females’ torsos.

 

[Acewing13]

Dongli let out a small moan with Khavil’s intrusion. She continued to caress the female Theredectan’s carapace, guiding one of Khavil’s legs to feel up her thigh, then let her rummage through her dyed black hair. Finally, after much caressing and kissing, Dongli huffed. Her legs shuffled, feeling the wetness growing at her crotch. “I… think it’s time.” She sat up on two knees. Holding one of Khavil’s pincers, she guided her to the zipper of her qipao.

“Unwrapping is a fun part to this,” the female Theradectan said, her pincer pulling the zipper to reveal the human’s naked form. “I didn’t get close to injecting venom, but if you want I’ll put on the rubber sheaths,” she added, her longer fangs pressing into the breast while her legs wrapped around Dongli.

Hennat meanwhile teased both partners, licking Dongli’s spine and rubbing Khavil’s legs.

“Let’s be safe.” Dongli replied in her undershirt and underwear. Upon being exposed, she felt across her sides down to her crotch, rubbing herself once, then carried her fingers past Khavil’s legs, onto her abdomen, and her epigyne. The human woman teased it. “Remember why we came back to my dorm, dear. I expect silk.”

“Alright, alright,” the larger spider said, nuzzling Dongli’s neck before walking over to where she’d put the rubber sheaths.

“Are we going to wrap you as well?” Hennat asked, shooting up support lines up into the rafters.

“I’d like that.” Dongli bit her lips. She watched Hennat giddily, and shuffled her legs together in anticipation. “See if you can try a new pattern and position this time. Khavil would have a hard time accessing me if I was bound up in a cocoon.”

“Depends on what parts I want access to,” the female Theradectan said, handing over two sheaths to Hennat before putting hers on. She then started helping with the web, the pair working quickly to make a hammock in the air.

“We could try a modified spit roast,” the Baron said, starting to make a platform for them to sit on. “You eat her vagina while I thrust into her mouth.”

“That could work, now stand up a bit so I can get protection on you.” Dongli nodded, taking unsheathed rubber and strapping it over Hennat’s instrument. She then stroked it a couple of times and kissed it gently. “You want me in the middle of the hammock then?”

“In a moment, my goddess,” he said, shuddering at her touch. The two spiders finished the hammock, many support lines holding it up in expectation of the weight of three people. Eventually, they were ready, pulling the human up and started wrapping her up, wrapping her torso, leaving her groin and legs clear.

“Would you like a blindfold or no?” Hennat asked, looking down at Dongli.

“Why…” Khavil started, before nodding. “More play fear, got it.”

Dongli shuddered as her underwear was stripped, replaced by binding silk. She struggled and whimpered cutely in the middle of the hammock while the two aliens surrounded her, hungry, eager for her flesh. She shook her head. “No, I want to watch you play with me.” She purred at Hennat, her eyes wide and pleading.

“Oh, that was going to happen either way,” the Baron said, leaning down to kiss her, his tongue pressing into her mouth.

Khavil got comfortable, pushing Dongli’s legs up in the air as she licked the human’s labia, pressing her fangs against the other woman’s flesh.

Dongli’s heart raced, her chest rising and falling as the two Theredectans ganged up on her, their tongues invading her flesh. Having already grown wet from the foreplay, her pussy was pleasantly soft and warm for Khavil as she entered. Her legs swung in the air to no avail, the movement only adding to the sensations that tormented her through her womanhood. She let out happy moans in response to the kisses from both ends.

Hennat soon came up, clicking his pincers as he moved down the human’s body, nuzzling her breasts before moving on, until his dick hung over her face. “You’re a hungry little worm?” he asked, wiggling the member above her.

The human woman tried to pull her body up to taste it, but instead let out a lust filled gasp, as Khaliv clamped down on her womanhood and punished her for trying to moving away, the pincers sending sensations that wracked her body. Instead, Dongli could only whimper and huff, her tongue lapping upwards. “You fiend, that’s not fair. You’re double teaming me and calling me by new nicknames.” She pouted.

“It’s alright, darling,” Khavil said, her pincers wrapping around the other woman’s thighs and waist as she dug in, her tongue teasing the human’s vagina before plunging in. “You’re desirable no matter what you’re called.”

“Very much so,” Hennat said, using his legs to hold Dongli’s head still as he lowered his dick. Sighing as she licked it, he pushed past her tongue and into her mouth, slowly pumping up and down into her.

“Mmm…” Dongli greedily took in the meat presented to her, suckling on it with her lips and toungue as Hennat pounded into her mouth rhythmically. Her entire body was now constrained; her arms were bound to her body with silk, her legs pushed up into the air, and even her head was gripped by pincers. Her soft, naked flesh was now completely under the control of two alien spiders, who took great joy invading her from both sides. Happily stimulated, she sighed and let her muscles relax while the two Theredectans played with her body.

Khavil looked up, the smaller spider now closer to her. “May we continue experimenting, Baron?” she asked, pulling back from the vagina before pushing a pincer into the human’s groin, one claw into the hole and the other playing with the clitoritis, her maw moving closer to the other Theradectan’s.

“I think we’re at the point where you can just call me Hennat,” he said, clicking his pincers as he closed the distance, their tongues pushing against each other. He didn’t forget his goddess, pushing his abdomen into her face so his dick could reach further into the human’s mouth.

Dongli let out a muffled cry with the new sensations in her womanhood, the hard carapace scraping at her soft flesh, which resulted in her crotch growing wetter still. The stimulation at her vagina was matched only by the alien penis that shoved deeper into her maw, letting her taste more of the raunchy, slightly salty epidermis that pushed in and out of her throat. Her whole body shivered with the two Theredectans’ weights on her breasts and abdomen, as they used her as a platform to make love with each other as well. And the thought of that image, Dongli moaned. Her nipples hardened, and leaked out droplets of milk in lust.

Making it up as they went along, the spiders tried their pincers out on each other, scratching and petting each other’s heads and shoulders as they continued their makeout. They didn’t forget their bedmate, Khavil pushing a pincer in and out of Dongli’s vagina while Hennat pumped his dick in and out of her mouth.

The human woman was the first to give. Fondled and toyed with from both ends, the pleasure-inducing hormones racked her brain. She let out a louder, muffled cry. Her naked body arched upward, her arms pushing and straining the silk that bound her. Her toes curled, as she let out a heavy orgasm, womanly fluids pouring out of her vagina. Milk squirted out as a pair of jets across the room. Dongli panted through her nostrils, settling down into the hammock, her chest visibly rising and falling.

“Hmm,” Khavil murmured, bumping Hennat off of Dongli. “So before we got into the topic of consent by my chewing on your dick, you said you wanted to try something?”

“Well, yes,” the Baron said, gesturing at her abdomen. “The reason we use the syringes is to get the seed into the womb. But since we’re not doing that, I could just put my penis in directly.”

“Interesting,” the female spider said, before flipping over and laying down on Dongli, her head between the breasts so she could lick them. “So long as I have a comfortable bed, I accept.”

Dongli shuddered as Khavil groped her and suckled on her nipples. “Nooo~” She whined to no avail, ever protest, every small struggle only encouraging her partner, thus more licking, more fondling, and more of her womanly fluids leaking out of her breasts for the alien to enjoy. The human woman could only content herself by swinging her legs in midair while the Theredectan tormented her.

“No fried rice, so I’ll take that as a yes,” Hennat said, leaning down to nuzzle the human’s cheek before moving to mount the larger spider. “Here goes,” he added, before pushing his rubber clad dick against her epigyne, getting a shudder out of Khavil. Her pincers squeezed Dongli’s breasts and her legs wrapped around his body, pulling him against her carapace.

“Aww, no fair, she gets the dick~” Dongli whined. She took the break from pounding in stride though, caressing Khavil’s neck and face, working on her with her own mouth, kissing the Theredectan and nibbling on her.

“Technically my first time, darling,” Khavil said, a soft hiss following Hennat starting to pump in and out of her folds. She turned her head so she could return the kiss as she added, “I’m sure our Baron will have enough for his first love.”

“Plenty left in the tank,” Hennat assured, shuddering as the epigyne pulled tight around his dick. “Definitely tighter than the human equivalent. Guess that’s another reason for the syringes.”.

“Less talk, more dick,” the female Theradectan said, her legs moving to pull their abdomens together so the male could get deeper in. In response, he hissed, leaning down so he could wrap his maw around one of Dongli’s breasts. He started pushing up and down, shaking the hammock with his lovemaking.

 

[Acewing13]

Khavil was the first to orgasm, lube spraying out of her folds and against Hennat’s abdomen. He followed close behind, his seed ballooning the condom and filling all the available space. He shuddered as he pulled out, before moving around so he put the wet rubber against Dongli’s groin. “If I wasn’t uncomfortable, I’d try sloshing this around,” he said with a click.

The human woman giggled. “Aww, poor Hennat.” She feigned pity. “Do you want me to change it? You need to cut my arms free first.”

“That defeats the whole purpose though,” Khavil said, nibbling Dongli’s neck as she gestured Hennat up. “Might as well get more practice. Though part of me does want to bully you by dumping the seed down your throat anyway.”

“Hopefully not actually doing that, since it also defeats the point,” the male spider said, turning around so the other spider could release him from the condom, which she did so, spilling some of the seed onto her front before tying up the remainder.

“No, no,” Khavil said, before putting the slightly filled rubber on top of Dongli’s nose as Hennat went to get another. “Just teasing her with it.”

Dongli wriggled in the bonds while Khavil tormented her. “You can bully me as much you want~” She purred. “Just don’t give me STD’s.”

“Of course not,” the female Theradectan said, rolling both of them over so she laid on the hammock and held the cocooned human in her legs. After licking the used rubber’s outside clean of seed, Khavil pushed it into Dongli’s mouth, before biting lightly on her lips to keep it inside. “Guess you can kick the hammock if you’re not enjoying this,” the larger female said, her legs rubbing against the human’s silk covered back.

“Mmm!” The human woman let out a muffled protest as the alien spider shoved the rubber into her mouth. In reality, she enjoyed the spider-handling, the change in view, and the light humiliation. She whined and moaned, squirming in Khavil’s grasp, between the legs and her abdomen. Her breasts rubbed against her partner’s carapace, and her legs kicked against Khavil’s. In general, Dongli was being a playful nuisance while the Theredectan tried to handle her.

“No escape for you, darling,” Khavil said, rocking Dongli side to side so her breasts were squeezed one after other. Her tongue tickled the human’s clamped lips while her spinneret pincers stroking down the soft thighs to find the groin. “Just you and me until our lord returns.”

“Mmmm…” Dongli moaned contently as Khavil rocked her side to side and fondled her. She would fold her legs around the spider legs, and spread them apart to let the Theredectan have easier access to her womanhood, which grew warm and wet upon touch.

Having more practice since the solo attempt earlier, one of Khavil’s pincers pushed the labia apart while the other pushed into the vagina itself, the way lubed up by the earlier lovemaking. “Ehh, fuck it,” she added, letting the human’s lips free as her tongue pressed inside, reaching around the condom and wrestling with Dongli’s tongue.

Dongli relished the alien tongue, wrapped hers around it, feeling it, tasting it, all the while her womanhood was thoroughly entertained. In a bit of mischievousness, Dongli used her tongue to push the rubber ball of semen into Khavil’s maw instead. She then pulled out of their kiss, and looked at the larger creature with goading eyes.

The female Theradectan chittered, rolling them both over so she straddled the human, her fore pincers wrapping around her head and pulling her closer. She rolled the condom in between her un-rubber covered fangs and popped the semen-filled ball so it splattered both of their faces. She then renewed the kiss, fluids mixing as her spinneret pincers pumped in and out of the vagina.

The human woman gasped and moaned, rejecting the semen but happily accepting Khavil’s kiss. Now back on the bottom, her legs wrapped around Khavil’s body while she probed deeper into her womanhood, until Dongli’s eyes rolled up and let out a long, lustful groan as she orgasmed, drenching Khavil’s pincers in wet female ejaculate.

“Come, Baron,” Khavil said, pulling her head back so she could lick Dongli’s face clean while still cradling her head. Her lower pincers pulled out of the hole, caressing the labia to keep the human enthralled. “I’ve lubed the way again.”

“Still can’t get this thing on myself, it’s at the wrong angle,” the male spider said, hopping up on the hammock and making it swing as he scuttled over to the females’ heads, holding an unfurled condom.

“Huff… You’re going to need to let my arms free.” Dongli caught her breath, then pouted at Hennat.

“Have you had enough fun with her tied up?” the Baron asked, looking to Khavil with a tilted head.

“I suppose,” the female Theradectan said, nuzzling Dongli’s cheek while circling the vagina with one lower pincer. “It is fun when she can touch me in more spots.”

“True,” Hennat said, before cutting the human’s right arm free and putting the condom in her hand.

“Only one arm? Stingy bastard.” Dongli protested, but nonetheless used her free hand to pull the rubber up and secure it around Hennat’s penis.

“Well, with that attitude,” the male spider said, sticking his tongue out before going between the human’s legs. Mounting partly onto Khavil, he looked down at the spinneret pincer still on the labia. “Are you going to move that or no?”

“What, you scared my lord?” the female Theradectan asked, snipping the air above the vagina while nuzzling Dongli.

“No, just plotting,” Hennat said, before pushing his dick into the vagina.

Dongli gasped as the male Theredectan invaded her. “Just what are you planning, fiend?”

“You’ll find out later,” he said, bracing himself on Khavil’s abdomen as he started pumping. His front left idle, he nibbled on the larger spider’s body.

“Hey!” Khavil said, her pincer pushing into his dick as it moved. “Don’t forget where I’ve got you.”

“Wait, both of you can’t be in me---” Dongli let out a loud moan as the female and male aliens double teamed her vagina, pushing her to her limits as they tormented her together. They competed for her space and flesh, like a tasty piece of meat, their invasion driving her mad. She was already primed, ready, and wet from Khavil’s fondling just minutes ago. Now, with both of them inside her at the same time, the human woman was lapping and moaning, nearly senseless.

“Huh,” the female spider said, closer to Dongli’s expression. “Think she likes more stuff in her hole.”

“More pressure to a point is fun,” Hennat said, hissing as the pincer pinched his dick as they both moved in and out of the vagina. “Though I’d prefer a little less right now, you might tear the condom.”

“No fun,” Khavil said, before loosening her hold on him but still moving with him. Seeing the human’s tongue, she leaned in and kissed Dongli again, holding onto the other female with her legs as they rocked back and forth.

The human woman was a quivering mess at this point. It was too easy; and she was set up: two Theredectans having sex over her body while she had to wait, and some fingering to prime her. Now they were fucking her senseless at the same time and giving her love. She kissed Khavil back weakly between moans and gasps of ecstacy, her free arm desperately grabbing onto Hennat for a small semblance of control as the two aliens dominated her body.

“Fuck me,” Hennat said, the pressure on his dick more than usual with Khavil’s pincer following along inside.

“You’re already doing that,” Khavil said, clicking her pincers as she wrapped her tongue around Dongli’s.

The male spider pulled back as he continued pumping, lowering his head till he could reach the larger alien’s spinneret holes. He then put his mouth around the surrounding chitin, while his tongue pressed into the muscled organ. Khavil hissed at the intrusion, her free spinneret pincer wrapping around his head and pulling him against her. “Tricky male,” she said.

“That’s my charm,” Hennat said, his pincers digging into Khavil’s abdomen as he plunged their combined package as deep into Dongli as he could get them.

Whimpers and moans turned to cries of ecstasy as Hennat pushed the her to her limit. Dongli felt her womanhood overloaded with pleasure, his organ pushing straight up the deepest extent of her vagina. “Fuck me… fuck me…” She repeated, “Make me your bitch!”

“What does a female mammal have to do-” Khavil started, before hissing from Hennat’s renewed attack on her holes.

“It’s a human saying, be more dominant,” the male spider said, moving his legs to hold onto the larger female before thrusting his whole body into the next pump of his pincer widened dick into the vagina.

Khavil shrugged and moved to dig her rubber-covered fangs into Dongli’s neck, feeling her rapid pulse with her tongue.

“Huff… Huff…” Dongli gasped with every thrust. She was reaching breaking point. “Let’s… cum together…” She whined and pleaded.

“Getting there,” Hennat said, before thrusting one last time, before seed started flowing, filling the vagina.

The human cried out in ecstacy as the condom expanded, filling the space beyond her vagina. Her womanhood responded with ejaculate and breast milk jetting out of her nipples. All of Dongli’s limbs went limp, her eyes rolled up, semi-conscious, softly breathing.

“I keep forgetting that you have all this fun stuff coming out,” Khavil said, getting up so she could lick a breast.

Hennat got up to lick the other one, while his pincer to caress Dongli’s neck. “You doing alright, goddess?” he asked.

 

[Acewing13]

The human twitched and spasmed. She grabbed onto Hennat’s pincer weakly. “I’m… I’m alright.” She murmured, her bare, wet legs trying to wrap around his body, but only to fall limp and hang off the silk hammock. She was truly exhausted at this point.

“Think we’ve tired her out,” Khavil said, resting her head on the now cleaned boob and .

“I’m not much better,” Hennat said, settling down to cuddle with Dongli, his legs wrapping around her and his maw nuzzling her cheek. “You two have drained me.”

“Khavil…” Dongli sighed, “Has drained us both.” She caressed Hennat’s head with her free hand. “A dominatrix, a sub and a subbier sub.”.”

“So what you’re saying is that we need a human male to balance things out?” Khavil asked, clicking her pincers.

“Or more subs?” Hennat asked, shrugging as he cut Dongli totally free of the cocoon. “I’d prefer to keep it small for now, but I guess we can always continue to experiment. If you’re up for it of course, my goddess.”

Dongli shook her head. “This is fine. I like… being taken care of by two aliens. It’s enough.” She wriggled her toes, feelings their senses back. This, she turned to wrap her limbs around Khavil’s body and hugged her tight. The female Theredectan would feel soft human breasts press against her chitin. “Do you think you can carry me down? I’m a bit too big for Hennat.”

“Of course,” Khavil said, moving so she could lift the human up by holding up the legs and lower back. “If you could stabilize us, my lord?”

“I really need to come up with a pet name for you,” he said, before getting on the support lines to balance the hammock as the female spider carefully lowered herself and the human down onto the floor.

“Shower time?” the larger Theradectan asked, turning her head to the newly widened bathroom doors.

“Yes please.” Dongli nodded, still, clutching tight onto her.