“Future deliveries?” I ask, my voice breathy with anticipation. “Are you planning to make this a regular thing?”
“If you so please.” His hands then slide up my thighs with surprising gentleness, and every coherent thought abandons me.
His fingers are long and elegant despite the chitinous plating. They map the sensitive skin of my inner thighs with scientific precision, as if he’s cataloging every response for later reference. When his thumbs brush against my already wet pussy, I arch against the web’s restraint with a strangled gasp.
“Your arousal response is remarkably efficient,” he observes, and I can hear the wonder in his voice. “Are human females always so… responsive to proper handling?”
“I don’t know,” I manage. “I’ve never been handled like this before—”
The words dissolve into incoherent moaning as his thumbs begin tracing slow circles, spreading my wetness with methodical thoroughness.
The clinical precision of his touch should be off-putting, but instead it’s driving me absolutely insane, like he’s conducting some kind of erotic scientific experiment and I’m the willing test subject.
“Excellent lubrication production,” he murmurs approvingly. “And such lovely sounds.”
Then he leans forward, and I get my first close look at his alien mouth. His mandibles—those sharp, predatory features I’d been so terrified of—are graceful and precise. As I watch in fascination, they begin to move independently, flexing and adjusting with what looks like excitement.
“What are you going to do with those?” I begin to ask, but then his tongue makes contact with my clit and every question I’ve ever had evaporates.
His tongue is long, dexterous, impossibly clever as it explores me. He starts with broad strokes, learning my taste, before his mandibles join the assault and I completely lose my mind.
They move independently. One traces delicate patterns around my clit while another provides the most exquisite pressure against my entrance. The sensation is unlike anything I could have imagined, precise and overwhelming and absolutely mind-blowing.
“Oh fuck, Riven,” I gasp, throwing my head back as the sensation overwhelms me. “That’s—I never knew it could feel like this.”
“Language, June,” he chides without lifting his head, his voice muffled against my heated flesh. “Though I appreciate the enthusiasm.”
Then, without warning, his mandibles begin to vibrate.
The sensation is so unexpected, so perfectly targeted, that I scream. Actual screaming, the kind that probably scares wildlifefor miles around. It’s like having a dozen vibrators all working in perfect coordination, each one focused on a different nerve ending.
“There we are,” he says with obvious satisfaction, the vibration unceasing. “I was wondering when you’d stop trying to maintain that professional composure.”
I want to say something clever in response, but one of his mandibles has found a perfect spot and is doing something that makes speech impossible. All I can do is arch against the web’s restraint and make sounds I didn’t know I was capable of producing.
“Such a responsive little thing,” he murmurs, pulling back just enough to study my face. “Look at you, spread so perfectly in my web, taking everything I give you. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
I’ve never been told that before, and the realization makes my throat tighten, but before I can respond, he’s back to his methodical destruction of my sanity.
One mandible slides lower, teasing at my entrance with delicate pressure, while another maintains that maddening vibration against my clit.
“Please,” I whisper as I strain my hips against the silk, needing more contact.
“Please what?” he asks, lifting his head to fix me with that predatory stare. “Use your words, June. I want to hear you ask for what you need.”
The demand should embarrass me, but I’m too far gone for shame. “Please don’t stop. Please… more. I need you to keep going. I’m so close…”
“Much better,” he says with obvious approval. “Honesty is so refreshing.”
Then he redoubles his efforts, and I’m flying apart.
The climax builds from somewhere deep in my core, spreading outward like wildfire until every muscle in my body locks tight. The vibration from his mandibles intensifies just as his tongue finds the perfect rhythm, and suddenly I’m screaming again as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over me.
It seems to go on forever, each pulse stronger than the last. Through it all, the web holds me perfectly, every tremor and convulsion transmitted through the silk. I feel completely claimed, thoroughly possessed in ways that go far beyond the physical.
When the aftershocks finally fade, I’m left gasping and boneless, supported entirely by his careful restraints. My entire body feels like it’s been disassembled and put back together again, every nerve ending still singing with residual pleasure.
Riven pulls back slowly, studying my face with an almost scientific fascination as he licks his mandibles clean of my wetness. “Remarkable,” he murmurs. “You came apart so beautifully for me.”
