Arachne's Painful Gift
Her shame-filled yet boldly spread private parts tensed up from nothing more than my gaze, her vaginal entrance twitching on its own and spitting out love juices to paint an obscene scene. Since her lower body connected straight into that massive spider torso, she didn't spread her legs—instead, she used her hands to pry open that narrow space. It made me wonder if that was why her waist was so flexible.
"Ah... ahn.."
My manhood, tightly bound and unable to climax at will, finally stopped slipping against her slick folds and pressed its swollen tip exactly against her entrance. Chulk. Feeling the incredibly springy, pink inner flesh I'd tasted just moments ago, I watched as she slowly lowered her hips.
"Ah.. ugh, this... it hurts.."
"Huu... hu.."
The glans was swallowed, slowly, ever so slowly. Once the head was safely inside, things would get a little easier—but even though the position of lowering from above was fine, she was the one moving, so her waist naturally tensed up. The tightness felt like forcing something through a door crack. Her folds were already soaked, my shaft slick with her special fluids, yet it still entered with great difficulty. Her lewd flesh spread wide to match the shape of my glans, accompanied by a strained chububut sound.
Before long, something caught. I knew instinctively—it was her hymen. It felt like it was simply too tight to go further, but the sensation of that thin membrane was unmistakable. I'd never doubted it, but the realization that Arachne really did have a proper hymen surprised me. The second wave of climax surged up at the thought that my manhood was about to brutally tear through it and claim the untouched territory inside as I pleased. Of course, I wasn't granted the freedom to climax whenever I wanted.
Chuzik..
"Ugh.. this, really hngh, hurts..?"
The sensation of her hymen tearing wasn't so much a sound as a chilling feeling of an elastic membrane being forcibly stretched by a hard shaft until it could stretch no more, then snapping. It traveled from the glans down the shaft to the root, then up my spine to my head. She couldn't calm herself after this act that was little different from violence and once again voiced how much it hurt. She seemed flustered—it hurt far more than she'd expected. The more she tensed, the worse it became. And it still wasn't fully torn.
Knowing that stopping here would only add to her pain, I tried to free my arms from their bonds, but hesitated, worried she might get scared. Instead, I spoke first.
"Arachne, would you mind untying my arms a little?"
"...No.. not right now.. ugh.."
Her pain was clearly transmitted through the trembling threads. I couldn't leave things like this, so I asked again.
"I want to hold you. It hurts a lot, doesn't it?"
"Ugh... ugh.."
She wanted to lead, but her desire to feel my affection was just as strong. My words about wanting to hold her drew a visible reaction. She didn't answer, but the soft shrrrk of the threads binding my arms loosening was answer enough.
"Come here. The first time is going to hurt a lot."
"Yeah.."
As I pulled her waist forward, the glans pushed deeper with another shallow tearing sensation, chuzik. She didn't hesitate, leaning into my embrace. Gratitude and affection welled up at the sight of her enduring such pain just to give me her first time.
"You don't have to hold back your voice."
"Ugh, ugh.. it hurts.."
"I'm sorry. Just a little more... please bear with it."
Chuzuzik...!
Without giving her time to prepare, I wrapped my arms around her slender waist and thrust upward in one motion, piercing straight through her hymen.
"Agh..!"
Her pained moan cut off sharply as the inner walls tightened even more fiercely. It felt like I'd torn through everything that had been stretched but not fully broken, pushing the glans and a bit more completely inside her.
"Kgh..."
This... wasn't good. It had to hurt her terribly—probably far more than it hurt me. My own situation wasn't comfortable either. Terrified and tense from the pain of defloration, her insides—including the entrance—were crushing my manhood like they wanted to sever it. It wasn't that she lacked space like Dorothy due to her small frame; rather, her pelvic structure seemed to be clamping shut on purpose, as if trying to crush me. If I left it like this, my precious organ really might break or snap. I needed a solution.
I knew that simply being squeezed inside didn't feel good, and rubbing against such tight, dry flesh wouldn't please her either. And usually, in situations like this... there was one method that worked best for relaxing a tense lower body.
"..Shall we kiss?"
"Ugh.. ugh..."
She clung to my shoulders, eyes squeezed shut, trembling in my arms. She didn't seem to have heard me properly. Tears welled clearly at the corners of her tightly shut eyes, and cold sweat ran down her forehead—clear signs she had no room to spare.
"If you don't answer, I'll take it as permission."
"Ugh.. huh?"
She only now realized I'd spoken, but since no other way to soothe her came to mind, I didn't ask further and simply pressed my lips to hers. She didn't wear makeup, so her lips were the same soft color as her nipples—surprisingly, their texture wasn't much different from other women's. Just a normal compliment: soft, feminine lips.
"Uum...?!"
My mouth... it's dirty...
This was probably her first kiss. Ah, come to think of it, her first kiss might have been with my manhood instead. Maybe that was why she reacted that way. Still, her worrying about her own mouth being dirty in this situation was strangely touching. Something like "There's no dirty part of your body right now" would probably work on Arachne, but instead I boldly pushed my tongue into her mouth, stealing what little composure she had left.
"Uut..! Uum?!"
Tongue..? Why? Why..?
As expected of the earnest girl, she didn't seem to understand kissing as anything beyond lip contact. When my tongue invaded her mouth, she panicked, her shoulders twitching uncertainly. In contrast, the tightness below began to slowly loosen. To help relax her upper body as well, I skillfully moved my tongue. I hoped she wouldn't realize I'd become this good thanks to other women, and instead savored her saliva-wet mouth.
Churup, chuut.. chyuhet... chup
Saliva stretched between our parted lips as heavy breaths escaped. Our lips rubbed together without gap while my wet tongue repeatedly brushed against hers. She tried to flee at first, but at some point began to linger, her tongue tip twitching when caught. It was just lips meeting and soft tongues touching, yet it felt as lewd as rubbing our lower parts together. Was it because we were mixing breaths and saliva in that heated space? Or because the tongue, a body part we saw and used often, was unusually sensitive to others' touch? Maybe it was the sense of immorality from using an organ meant for tasting food in a different way.
She seemed startled by this unfamiliar pleasure, but her expression was melting into something feminine and sticky in real time, matching how the tension below was releasing. Not bad at all.
"Uum.. um, chuu..."
She'd only been slightly awkward at first—now she was already responding with her tongue. The act of rubbing our small, soft flesh together must have registered as genuinely pleasant in her mind. Focusing on the sensation of our tongues, her painful lower half seemed to be gradually improving as well. Before I knew it, her waist had lowered further, her upper body half-leaning against mine. We'd only gone in about halfway, yet during this brief kiss it had slipped in so naturally. Even with some tension released, she was still squeezing my manhood tightly, so she probably hadn't even noticed the movement.
"Puha, does kissing feel good?"
"..Do I have to say it?"
Kiss.. good. This feels good. I like it.
"I liked it too."
After hearing her honest voice, I smiled with relief and kissed her again. This time she actively sent her tongue out to meet mine. When I playfully tapped it, she flinched and pulled back, but the way her folds twitched in response to my manhood's movement made her insides clamp down murderously.
"Eut.. ugh..?"
...I'd let my guard down. She'd only tensed for a moment in surprise at the movement inside, but the pressure was enough to crush and sever my fully erect manhood.
"Ugh.. ah.."
While kissing, the pain she'd momentarily forgotten seemed to return sharply. Thanks to Undine, the bleeding from her torn hymen had already stopped, but she still felt pain—probably because I was forcibly stretching a hole that had never been used before to fit my thick shaft for the first time.
"Huu.. If it's too hard, should we stop here?"
"..."
She shook her head. Since I'd properly torn her hymen, her first time was definitely mine, but it seemed she wanted to see it through to the end today.
"Then... can I move?"
"Ugh.."
She shook her head again, even more cutely this time. The speed of her head-shaking increased when she wanted to refuse more urgently or clearly. But telling me not to stop yet not to move either left me unsure what to do...
"..Kiss me a little more."
"Ah.."
She had a proper request after all. It was cute how she was becoming spoiled. This time, let's make it a little longer.
"As much as you want. Come here again."
"Yeah.. chu.."
Arachne's lips, meeting mine once more, welcomed me with the same gentle softness as her kind heart. I hadn't expected her lips to be this soft and pliant. Maybe it was because of our first impression. When I first met her, she'd honestly been frightening—yet even then, I remembered how she'd tried not to show she was scared of getting hurt. By listening to her voice and trying to understand her, I'd discovered these new sides of her. And the thought that these were things only I knew... made me strangely happy.