Arachne's Overwhelming Embrace
"Hah... hah..."
After spilling so emptily, I had to push back against the narrow walls inside her to get myself hard again. Now that I think about it, she really squeezes like crazy. It's not some metaphor—this raw pressure threatening to crush me is no joke.
Schlick... squelch. Every little movement pushes out more of that filthy white fluid with an obscene sound. Lube isn't an issue anymore, but what I need now is something to really get the blood flowing again. Luckily, she gently pulls my head against her chest, and right in front of me are two perfectly presented, plump breasts.
"...Lick."
"Gyaaah...?"
Drawn in by the rich scent of her skin, I naturally stick out my tongue and taste that soft flesh. Her dazed, surprised yelp hits me right in the chest.
"Y-You...?"
"Mmm... slurp..."
This time I take a bigger mouthful of that modest mound.
"Aah, aaah...?"
Every time her slender shoulders tremble, those breasts jiggle in rhythm. Even without touching them, I can already imagine how springy and soft they'd feel in my palm. Tasting them with my mouth only confirms they're even better than I expected.
Her modest breasts sit atop her smooth torso like they were made for her slim, narrow waist—perfectly rounded and full inside. "Chuu... slurp... haah, mmm..."
She only flinched for a second when my tongue first touched her. Apparently the ticklish feeling on her chest isn't unpleasant, because she tightens her arms around my head. Taking that as permission, I shift my mouth to her nipple, lightly biting down on the pale, perky tip and its cute areola with pursed lips.
Once I trap that small sensitive bud in my mouth and start rolling my tongue around it, sweet moans reward me. The firm, bumpy texture of her hardened nipple against my tongue probably helps too.
"Ehyah... i-it tickles... ehehe... haaang?"
Despite the violent pressure from her insides—completely at odds with her personality—my cock manages to get fully hard again, eager to make up for that first pathetic failure.
"Slurp... phew..."
I'd achieved my goal, but pulling away from her chest isn't easy. When I finally lift my head, I find her looking at me with a disappointed expression, clearly wanting more.
I barely hold back a laugh and ask with a teasing lilt, "Feeling disappointed?"
"Hyaah?"
Realizing her desire is written all over her face, she whips her head to the side, cheeks burning. She's so cute that I lean down one last time and give her saliva-slick nipple a quick suck.
"Sorry. If I want to actually use my hips properly, my mouth ends up in an awkward spot."
If she were light enough for me to lift, it might be different, but she's not. I have to cling to her and thrust hard, which means I can't exactly bury my face in her chest the whole time.
Knowing how sensitive a woman's breasts can be, I figure her still-untamed chest would respond best to gentle attention like this. Then again, the President already had her fun groping them, so maybe she's used to it by now.
"Anyway... can I start moving again?"
Nod, nod. Still looking away, she nods. Seeing her flushed cheek from the side makes her insides clench even tighter around the head of my cock, which has now swollen enough to push against her cervix and hook in place like an anchor.
"Aah..."
'It feels so full inside... it's gotten big again... and so hard.'
Squelch... glrk, gluck... When I pull my hips back, the underside of the head scrapes out the thick white fluid coating her walls. The wet, filthy sound at our joined point is hard to believe this is her first time.
Between the sticky fluids she smeared on me and the massive load I pumped into her, there's more than enough lubrication. Even with how tight she is, moving my hips isn't difficult.
"Hoo..."
Still, there's one problem. While moving itself isn't hard, the stimulation from her bumpy walls rubbing against my already-sensitive head after one orgasm is intense. Just pulling back a little draws a strained sigh from me.
Thrust! To hide how close I am, I quickly slam back in to the hilt. The sensation of forcing my way through her winding passage and straightening it out almost makes me spill again right there.
"Ugh... hoooh..."
"Ehe? Haaah... this...!"
At least she's enjoying it as much as I am. The issue is the massive gap in recovery between us. I've barely thrust once and I'm already trembling, trying to hold back, while she looks at me with a frustrated, needy expression.
"...Ugh."
Seeing that face fills me with the familiar sense of defeat from my first climax. Out of sheer stubbornness I try to pull back and scrape her insides again, but I barely manage to move at all. It's like I'm stuck in a spider's web—I can't pull out properly.
She probably senses it too. I can't even make excuses about being forbidden to come this time. If I move any more, I'll just humiliatingly pump another load into her.
"Do you... need help?"
I really didn't want to hear that. Sweating and clearly struggling, I feel myself crumble for the second time in front of her offer of help.
No, her insides have mostly relaxed by now, yet the grip feels like... yeah, like when I'm with Scarlet, whose body is properly trained. That rough, powerful squeeze only a fit person has. But this is on another level. It's similar, but the difference is ridiculous. If Arachne feels like a carnivore, Scarlet feels like a herbivore by comparison. Is Arachne actually that strong?
"Are you really okay? If it's too much, I can help..."
"N-No... just give me a second... haah... hoo..."
"..."
'He's really trying so hard... it's kind of admirable. And a little cute...'
Her inner voice reaches me, making me even more embarrassed as a man. I desperately take deep breaths and force down the urge to come. I at least want to finish together with her... hoo.
"Mmm..."
'Still, I guess I'm disappointed... even if it's a bit sore, that sharp, tingling feeling was new. Is he not going to thrust like that again?'
Ah... but no matter what I do, the urge won't go down, and time just keeps slipping away awkwardly. If I try to move myself, my focus will scatter. From the way she's showing her own impatience, it's clear I've been stalling far too long.
"...Should I really help?"
Our positions have completely reversed in an instant.
...Nod. After hesitating, I finally give a small, reluctant nod when she asks again. I wanted to be the one moving so she wouldn't have to strain herself. More than that, I wanted to wipe that composed look off her face myself. But like this...
"I don't really know why, but... you want to move, right?"
"Huh?"
Come to think of it, I never actually heard how she planned to help. Why is she asking that?
She's right, though. I do want to move.
"This is actually a technique Elise told me not to use..."
"...?"
"Ah, don't worry. I won't hurt you."
A flicker of unease rises for a moment, but her words quickly reassure me. Yeah, Arachne would never hurt me. Still, because I'm so distracted, I completely miss the strange heat in her red eyes. That's definitely my fault.