Entwined in Her Web
A woman's decision to allow someone to claim her most intimate and precious place for the very first time carries a weight that goes far beyond simple affection. It requires trust, deep affection, and the special certainty that this person can see even her most embarrassing sides without judgment. Only then does that vulnerability become something precious enough to offer. Because a woman's first experience holds such significance, someone like Arachne could use it to close the distance between them in an instant, forging a bond that would be nearly impossible to break.
I had always understood the meaning behind a woman's first time to that degree. Perhaps that was why I had grown complacent, thinking I grasped the situation well enough. But when the partner is not a woman but a female of another species, the meaning shifts entirely.
"Nngh... hnn..."
Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap..! Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap...!
"Ahhn..! Hah, hah! Ahh...!"
'My womb is being pushed up so much... it feels so good...'
What on earth was happening? My vision, which had been hazy, gradually cleared, revealing Arachne's face as she desperately tried to endure the pleasure. Her eyes were glazed with ecstasy, her lips lightly bitten, and her cheeks flushed red. It was obvious how intensely aroused she was.
And then there was the ragged, almost choking sound of breathing right next to my ear. It was coming from me.
"Hah... hah, hngh... hah!"
Clearly, Arachne had said she would help me, and after that my memory cut off. Ah... I couldn't move my own body, yet someone was violently thrusting my hips against her, producing that wet, rhythmic sound of skin meeting skin. That someone was unmistakably me.
The violent sensation of her inner walls, the way they clung and pulled at me, made it impossible to slow down even though I wanted to. My body kept moving on its own.
Spurt..! Spurt...! Spurt, spurt..!
Her face, which had just come into focus, blurred again. A heavy wave of exhaustion washed through me from the neck down. Was I climaxing right now? The second time? Third? How many times had I already finished inside her?
"Ahnngh, haaah..! Hngh!"
"Hahh..!"
Spurt, spurt! Spurt, spurt..! Spurt, spurt..!
At last my hips stopped moving. It seemed she had finally reached her peak after I kept striking that sensitive spot deep inside her. Her pelvis trembled, and her inner walls contracted greedily, milking every last drop from me as if determined to wring me dry.
"Hah... haa... ahhn.."
'He's filling me up again... so much... amazing...'
I didn't even have the strength to move a single finger, yet somehow my body had been thrusting so violently until just moments ago. While I wanted nothing more than to melt into this rare moment of rest, my instincts warned me that I needed to understand the situation first.
"Hah... hah, hah... Arachne..."
"Hngh, hnn... You...?"
"What... what exactly is happening to my body?"
She answered my strained question as if it were nothing special.
"I'm helping you... hngh, so you can take me as much as you want. Hah, does it feel good for you too?"
"Ah..."
Only after hearing her reply did I notice her hand raised awkwardly toward the ceiling, thin strands of spider silk extending from each fingertip all the way up to the ceiling. Then her fingers twitched.
"Hngh?"
"You wanted to be held, right?"
Twitch, twitch.
With each small movement of her fingers, my body moved on its own, burying my face against her chest and wrapping my arms tightly around her slender waist.
Now I understood. Like a marionette, my body was being controlled by her. By pulling the threads connected to my joints, she could make even my exhausted body move with such intensity.
So this was what she meant by helping me. I only needed to stay hard; she would handle the rest, moving my body to keep having sex without pause. But at this rate, wasn't I just being used as a living dildo for her own pleasure? She hadn't even given my oversensitive length a moment to rest, forcing it to keep thrusting.
Her tight, textured inner walls clung to me vividly. The deeper I went, the narrower her passage became, relentlessly stimulating the most sensitive part of me from every direction. How many times had I already spilled helplessly inside her since that first empty climax? The wet sounds of thick semen dripping out were dizzying.
I had asked for help, but still...
"Ah... you're getting excited for me again so quickly. I'm happy."
"No, this is..."
Every time she trembled with lingering pleasure, her walls undulated and rubbed against me, forcing me erect again despite the sticky mess of my own release. Yet faced with her genuinely delighted expression, I couldn't bring myself to deny it outright.
This felt too good. I liked her too much. The intense affection she poured into every movement of her body was so lewd that my heart pounded.
But was my body really okay? Arachne's eyes had lost all trace of rationality, swallowed completely by instinct. The space around us had somehow become covered in white silk, making it feel as though we were inside a cocoon. When had she made this? Was this also part of her instincts?
A single large cocoon had been woven to fit both of us. The dense threads seemed to declare that no one would be allowed to interrupt this moment, yet they also felt like a prison meant to keep me from ever escaping. I swallowed dryly.
Her legs wrapped around me tightly to fit the narrow space, making me feel as though I had truly been captured by a giant spider. While that realization didn't bother me as much as it should have, I couldn't deny the unease that came from not knowing the full extent of her instincts.
Spiders, after mating for reproduction, sometimes devour the exhausted male to use him as nutrients for their offspring...
Even though I was already worn out, my body was still being forced to stay hard inside her hot, slick depths. This might actually be dangerous.
"Shall we keep going..?"
"...Haha."
The eyes looking down at me from above were filled with such deep affection that they almost made me let my guard down. Yet at that moment, an idea surfaced in my mind.
The real problem was that she wasn't feeling nearly as much as I was. Whether it was a difference in species or simply our sizes, I had been struggling to satisfy her properly.
...Gulp.
To close that gap, there was only one option. Mental Connection—the ability to share sensations so that what I felt, she would feel, and what she felt, I would feel.
I knew the risks. The mutual resonance of pleasure could amplify sensations to dangerous levels and damage my mind. Still, I had grown stronger since the first time I used this with Harpy. My mental fortitude was far more solid now.
"...Good things... should be shared. Nngh.."
"..?!"
The unfamiliar sensation of our roots intertwining deeply returned after a long time. Even without moving my hips, a moan escaped me. Arachne's previously relaxed expression twisted with confusion.
"Y-You...?"
The sudden change and the strange new feeling made her realize I had done something. The intense pleasure I was feeling from being squeezed so tightly inside her, along with the deep afterglow of repeated climaxes, flooded into her all at once.
...Now I had to brace myself. Though I wasn't sure bracing would even help.
"Hngh? Hah... hnnngh?! Aaaahhh?!"
With the most primal, feminine moan I had ever heard from her, I forced her over the edge without mercy. Her inner muscles convulsed violently, clamping down as if trying to bite me off.
Squeeze..! Squeeze, squeeze..! Squeeze! Squeeze..! Squeeze, squeeze!
I had expected this—women could experience overlapping orgasms—but even so...
"Hngh... hahh..!"
Ah... I hadn't expected it to be this intense.