AllFreeNovel
Share Us
As horny as I’d been for the last hour—and two weeks!—I suddenly felt shy as he brought one of his forelegs up toslide the curved back of its claw against my chest before catching its sharp inner portion against the neckline of dress that he’d made for me, slicing through it easily, thread by thread, tracing it down the front of my body in a long, slow, seam.
I breathed hard, watching him expose me, bit by bit. I knew he’d seen me naked before, but this time felt different, because we both knew it mattered.
When the dress was in shreds, I shook it off of me, and looked to him. I couldn’t read his face because it didn’t move like mine did, but I did hear him catch his breath.
“I do not understand how every single piece of you can be perfection, and yet,” he said, drawing the back of that same claw up the inside of my thigh, until it nudged between my legs against my clit.
My body reacted immediately. “Nia’n’an,” I whispered, giving a thoughtless hip thrust.
“Yes,” he hissed. “Drench me with you, Sloane.”
He grabbed my arms at once and pulled them over my head to hold, suspending me enough that I had to stand on my tiptoes. I was struggling to rub myself against him, when he took over entirely, vibrating the smooth back of his claw from side to side, not just against my clit, but also against the entrance of my pussy, giving me the friction that I craved.
I groaned. “Fuck—this is easily the kinkiest thing I’ve ever done.”
“You taste so good, Sloane, keep going,” he said,breathing hard, and I knew then I’d definitely been asleep in spider anatomy class, but it didn’t matter because?—
“Fuck!” I squealed, grinding as my hips thrashed. “Nia’n’an!” I rocked back and forth, fluttering my hips up and down, riding against him.
“Yes,” he growled, and picked me up entirely.
He planted my back against the wall over his head, and I knew what he wanted the second his tongue unfurled. I looped my legs around his shoulders, and he shoved the thing inside me.
I gave a guttural groan as I felt myself filled. One of my thighs knocked his translation device off, but that was okay. I didn’t think we were going to need it for a bit. His hands were cupping my ass, and I was pushing my hips at him, trying to get as much of his tongue inside me as I could. His teeth and fangs were fearsome, and I knew he was venomous or something, but I didn’t care, because I needed him so badly.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I hissed, feeling him move inside me.
The thick base of his tongue was as wide as one of his dicks, and the rest of it was also frighteningly prehensile. I could feel it rolling in me, in all sorts of ways, like an interdimensional sex toy.
“Oh fuck,” I whispered, feeling another orgasm coming on—and then he brought up his forelegs to use the backs of their claws to clasp and tug my nipples. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
It was like being trapped in a sex machine.
“Oh my God, Nia’n’an,” I whined. I pressed one arm above my head so I could thrust my hips out even further, and I dropped the other between my legs, where I knew he could clearly see. “Right here, Nia’n’an,” I said, frantically playing my clit with several fingers. “Sometimes you also need to touch me,right-the-fuck-here,” I said, and then I gasped, riding his tongue as I shouted his name. “Nia’n’an!”
My hips bounced between the wall, his hands, and his tongue, and I kept crying out until my orgasm subsided, and he pulled his tongue back into his mouth. I lay in his strong hands, panting, as he lowered me slowly before balancing me between my good leg, the wall, and one of his arms as he picked up the translation device and put it back on.
“I was worried you were going to make me drop you,” he teased.
“Who’re you kidding?” I said with a laugh. “We both know you never would.”
And that was the truth of things. I carried it with me now, deep in my heart.
“Are we mated now?” I asked him. “Is eating a girl out like the final boss?”
He tilted his head, and I knew I confused him—but I also knew he loved me. “No.”
“Can we hurry up and do that part, then?” I asked. I also tried to look innocent, but I was trash at it. I reached forward though with both hands, to trace fingers aroundthat softer part of him and stroke the edges of the divots where his dicks were hidden with my thumbs, softly pushing in a little, wishing they would come out to meet me.
“Yes,” he said, and reached for my hands to keep them there.
Forty-Seven
NIA’N’AN
“I like this,”I told her. I had had no idea I could put anything in there before.
“You do?” she asked with avarice in her voice. I adored her hunger for me—and I had wanted to mate her the entire way home. I would’ve gladly spent three hours mating her in the elevator if she’d told me she needed it, with one foot pressed against the doors-closed button that whole time.
