Arachne's First Gift
With a sharp tug, the webs binding my limbs tightened further, stretching my body across the dissection table like a frog pinned for study. The threads pulled taut, threatening to tear me apart if they tightened any more, but her intent seemed only to fix me in place. Still, this completely defenseless posture… and with no clothes on, it was mortifying.
"…I'll give you my first time."
"Huh?"
"So… will you let me stay by your side?"
"Ugh?!"
I wanted to tell her she didn't need to go that far—that I'd gladly keep her close anyway—but the webs sealed my mouth shut, making speech impossible. From the way she said "first time," she clearly meant her virginity. This was getting out of hand fast.
"If you tell me no after we've come this far, I'll shut myself away in here for the rest of my life."
I flinched.
"…I know it's a cheap, underhanded threat. But I want you to understand that this took every ounce of courage I have."
I tried to activate the mental link in a panic, but her words made me hesitate. Was it right to let this happen so suddenly, or should I stop it now—even if it earned me her resentment—and protect her precious first experience? I no longer knew.
"I want to be connected to you, too. I want to become someone special to you. I want to… I want to go on a date with you. Hold you, kiss you… and if it's possible… have your child…!"
"…"
"Haa… haa…"
Every desire she had hidden from me until now spilled out in this moment.
"I like you so much. I've always thought you were a good person, but seeing you get excited while looking at me… made me like you even more."
I don't want to lose this chance. With a body like mine, this might be the last time anyone ever treats me like a real woman.
I wanted to suggest she calm down a little, but it was probably impossible. Her usual calm facade had completely crumbled, leaving only raw desire and honesty.
"My lower belly feels hot…"
"…?"
"It's happened before, but now I think I finally understand why."
Crack. Drip… Thud. Plop.
"…!"
That was… that was… wow. So it really did open. Her hand, which had been stroking her abdomen, slid downward and lightly brushed one of the segmented plates on her lower body. The special plate just below her navel parted on its own, releasing a sticky, viscous fluid. It resembled the silk glands I'd seen before, but beneath that plate was unmistakably soft skin—different somehow.
As the plate that had served as her underwear opened, her clean, untouched sex was revealed. Thick strands of arousal stretched and snapped, creating an intensely lewd sight.
"This is really my first time feeling like this. My first time wanting something so badly. But…"
"Puh-ha…?"
She reached out and removed the wad of silk covering my mouth. I stared at her, unsure of her intentions, and saw a flicker of reason returning to her face at the very last moment.
"But… I still don't want to force something on you that you don't want. Especially not on someone I'm so grateful to."
I don't want you to hate me. I've already gone way too far, and I know how ridiculous this looks now, but… if you really don't want this, I can't force you.
"I know it's funny that I'm saying this after doing whatever I wanted, but… please answer me."
"…"
"Do you… want to do it with me?"
If she asked like that, there was no way I could say no. But before answering, there was one thing I had to confirm.
"…What about you, Arachne?"
"I… if it's my first time, I want it to be with you. If it's not you… I don't want it."
Whether it was good fortune or misfortune, I hadn't exactly been throwing myself at every woman I met. Still, hearing her say she didn't want anyone else caught me off guard.
"…I'm not a virgin, but if you're okay with that…"
"Hah…!"
Before I could finish, she lunged forward and wrapped her arms around me, murmuring with a blissful expression.
"…I'm so happy."
"I'm happy too. You're a really wonderful woman, Arachne."
The sensation of our bare skin touching was incredible. The soft press of her breasts, the way her smooth, slightly damp arms clung to me—it all felt wonderful. At this point, it seemed like the "being attacked" phase had ended…
"Then, could you loosen these webs a bit…?"
"No."
"What? Why…?"
She refused firmly, showing no intention of releasing me.
"…"
I heard you can handle three women at once without breaking a sweat. Someone like me would probably finish too quickly and be boring. I can't let that happen.
No way… And where did she even hear that I was that good? Don't tell me it was the President again?
"Just stay still. If you tell me what to do… I'll try doing it myself."
"…"
Being suspended in midair with all four limbs bound was certainly a unique experience you didn't get every day, but leaving everything to a virgin still made me nervous.
"Then… could you spread it open for me?"
"Here? L-like… this?"
"…"
"Why aren't you saying anything…? It's twitching so much now… You didn't make me do something weird, did you?"
I'd only wanted to check whether her anatomy was similar to other women's, but watching her spread her own folds with her hands was enough to take my breath away.
"N-no… I just wanted to see if it would fit properly."
"Mmm, with this size… it might be a little scary."
…Is it always this big? It looks like it would fill up even my silk gland completely.
Silk gland… She meant that sticky hole I'd once stuck my arm into. Yeah, with my current size… No, wait, that wasn't the point.
"Can you… make it a little smaller?"
"…Huh?"
"Ah, never mind…"
Make it smaller? It wasn't a magical staff. Just like when I'd faced the Field Team Leader, even someone who didn't seem easily frightened couldn't help but feel nervous when confronted with something this intimidating for her first time.
"We'll probably need a lot of lubricant first."
"Lubricant… You mean like olive oil?"
It was such an Arachne-like answer that I almost laughed. If a giant bottle of olive oil actually appeared hanging from a thread, the mood would be completely ruined.
"N-no, not necessarily. Saliva would work, or… this side's fluids…"
"Eek…"
When I glanced meaningfully at her soaked sex while speaking, she immediately understood and gave an adorable reaction. It would be a waste not to use the sweet nectar still flowing from her untouched folds—especially since she looked like she'd never even touched herself before.
"…L-like this?"
Schlick… With a timid sound, her wet, plump folds pressed against my shaft. She could have used her hands, but instead she brought her hips straight down. Admirable. And since we were already here…
"Yes… just like that. Hoo, now move back and forth… Yes, like that…"
Schlick… schlick…
"…This feels weird…"
She didn't even know the word "frottage," but she used her flexible waist to carefully coat my entire length from tip to base, as if spreading sauce while cooking. It was perfect.
"…You're doing great. Haa…"
Her folds parted like lips, shallowly enveloping me and rubbing against my sensitive skin with her soft inner flesh. She seemed to enjoy the sensation of my hot, hard shaft against her own sex, because she kept leaking more and more arousal.
"Hng… ah…"
Her movements were clumsy but earnest. Every time her waist twitched in surprise, it was probably because my glans had brushed against her sensitive clit.
…I wanted to tease her.
"…Hngh… ah…"
Now she was moving on her own, rocking her hips back and forth, eagerly rubbing her sex against me without any further instruction. The stimulation was novel enough that I would have come quickly in the past, but I'd built up quite a bit of endurance by now. Watching her grind so intently, as if searching for the perfect corner of a desk, was strangely cute.
Ah, she looked like she was getting close.
"A-ah…?"
The moment I predicted her climax, the webs binding me trembled violently and tightened. She threw her head back with a cute moan. Sweat droplets flew, and her ash-gray hair spilled beautifully behind her. It was only a light orgasm, but for her first time, the shock of stepping into unknown territory made sparks fly before her eyes.
I was glad. If she came a few more times before penetration, her insides would relax nicely. I hoped she'd enjoy it.
"Ah… ugh… Something… something's coming up…"
"Did it feel good?"
"Haa… uhaa… haa…"
After catching her breath with heavier panting, she finally answered my question, her face already flushed bright red.
"It felt good… Yeah, it was a little scary too, but… it definitely felt good."
The way sweat trailed down her heaving breasts in time with her ragged breathing was incredibly erotic.
"…My side's gotten pretty wet too. Before we go further, I'd like to loosen you up properly inside."
"U-uh…?"
"Would you sit on my face?"
"W-why…?"
Why? Well… after feeling how soft and springy her folds were during the frottage, I really wanted to taste them directly.
"It's a necessary step."
"What… are you planning to do…? Can I ask?"
Even though I'd called it necessary, she looked suspicious and eventually opened Pandora's box herself. At this point, I might as well tell her the truth.
"I'm going to lick your precious place."
"W-why…?"
She seemed to have only thought of it as the place she peed from. The visible panic on her face gave me a strange sense of superiority.
"Because it looks delicious."
"…Y-you pervert."
Just like Elise said…
I'd been curious what the President had told her about me. Now I had a pretty good idea. Well, looking at my own blatant urges right now, she wasn't entirely wrong.
"Is it not allowed?"
"I-it's not… not allowed, but… really…?"
Since she had me tightly bound and suspended, she wasn't really in a position to refuse my demands. After a moment of hesitation, she nodded.
I thought the positioning might be awkward, but she lowered herself from the ceiling using her threads until her body overlapped mine. Watching her turn around right in front of me—her many legs moving busily as her massive spider abdomen cast a shadow over my face before disappearing behind my head—was quite the sight. But with all the blood rushing downward, my brain was too flooded with desire and impulse to care.
That said, since she'd gone to the trouble of turning around…
"Aren't you curious what mine tastes like too, Arachne?"
"W-what…?"
My… my own fluids are all over it, and besides, "taste"…
If she really didn't want to, I wouldn't force her. But even just being aware of my shaft twitching right in front of her while I licked her sensitive folds would be enough. It was a little mischievous, but…
"Lower your hips already. I can't reach."
"Ah… ugh…"
Right in front of my eyes, her pretty folds—flushed pink from all the rubbing—looked as ripe and appetizing as fruit. Plip… plip. Warm arousal dripped onto my cheek. But if I left her to hesitate, who knew how long she'd take?
Slither.
She'd already come once from the frottage, so I didn't have much patience left. Using the mini Undine, I secretly loosened the webs binding my right arm. She would definitely notice the threads had snapped, but right now her attention seemed completely captured by the vulgar sight of my glistening shaft twitching right in front of her.
"…Hik?"
The moment she felt the unfamiliar, firm sensation wrap around her slender waist, her body stiffened in surprise. I didn't miss the opening—I yanked her down hard, finally pressing her sweet lower lips against mine.
"Hngh…?! Ah…?!"
My tongue immediately met her folds, licking upward in one long, thick stroke. Her adorable moan was music to my ears. Ah… as expected—
"Slurp… lick."
Delicious.