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There were situations that, as a leader, Miguel was expected to know how to handle, and to do it safely, quickly and without a fuss.

Man-Spider’s situation was one of those situations, and he did found solution to handle it alright, but he wasn't doing it in any of those ways. At all.

It had to be said, Man-Spider was a really nice guy. He wasn’t very communicative, on the account of his chelicerae, and his three fingered clawed hands didn’t help much mitigate the absence of vocal cords with signing, but in the end he could understand everyone, and everyone more or less could understand him. He wasn’t much a creature of action, preferring hanging out the HQ’s cafeteria and taking care of others, cooking food and listening to their woes, so more or less everyone liked him, Miguel included.

So when he went to him with a problem, he was more than happy to do everything in his power to help. Now, much like any male spider, what Man-Spider was built for was one thing only, and that thing became a pressing and unbearable need once every 5-ish years, in a heath that lasted sometimes several months, with peaks every three weeks. The issue was, he used to be much more human once, and the particularly mammalian brand of aggression had mixed itself with his spider instincts for mating, which made those peaks much more complicated. And dangerous.

So Miguel had resolved to give Man-Spider a space to safely wait in, while he tried to figure out a way to suppress his urges somehow, or at least attenuate them. Because one thing was sure, he could not just lock that poor man up and have him ignore his needs: it would put him in a serious risk of dying from the stress to his mostly arachnoid body, a pretty common occurence for male spiders. But at the same time, Miguel couldn’t risk having him running free around the HQ, and the Spider Society’s leader thought sending him back to the Savage Lands counter-productive... it was just ignoring the problem instead of solving it.

So when the peak of the heath began, he got Man-Spider to a safe room that only he could unlock, and began brainstorming ideas in his lab. Then, after a day, he decided he needed to go check on the creature to collect same samples: Miguel was a scientist first and before anything else, and to it was imperative to have proper reliable datas, especially biological ones.

So he ventured into the room and, well… it was probably because of the spider DNA splicing, that’s what he told himself.

It made him particularly sensible to that kind of thing, and made him the more… compatible. Superficially, it made perfect sense. Less sense, if you dwelled on the fact they were not crossed with the same kind of spider, or that Miguel never suffered from that kind of instincts, or that genetic splicing and being literally a humanoid spider were not even in the same biological ballpark.

Still, it turned out that was a very viable solution.

It had worked the last three times, therefore empirically speaking all the data gathered pointed to this method being the best one. He absolutely was not ignoring the development of other alternatives,  it was all a matter of scientific method. That’s what Miguel told himself, ignoring the tension he felt into his lower abdomen, and at his small back.

Nothing more than maximising the possibility of a successful outcome and minimising the risks, he repeated, cheeks already flushed in anticipation.

No, he absolutely did not enjoy that, that would have been absurd.

He shook his head, straightened his back, and stepped into the containment area.

The door shut with a huff behind him, the distinct sound of the security locks falling into place.

“No one comes in or out for the next… two hours.”

“What’s the emergency signal?”

“Lyla I don’t need-“

“I need your safeword, big boy.”

Miguel grunted under his breath.

“Naranja?”

“Roger boss. Have fun!”

“I’m not-“

Miguel’s protest was cut out by the hologram of his AI flickering away, with a satisfied giggle.

He was absolutely not there to have fun under any definition of the term, it was just a containment protocol.

A containment protocol for a 7’2’’ humanoid arachnid that now loomed just over Miguel’s position, taking advantage of the man’s lack of spider-sense, and yet underestimating that all his other senses were fine tuned to make up for that.

Miguel dodged the assault, moving out of the way just as the creature landed, rolling on the floor just to catch his footing again and crouch on the corner of the room opposite to Man-Spider, ready to react.

He was tall and lanky, hunched over, eight eyes all focused on Miguel while the jaws in his big arachnoid head moved, all six of his hairy arms tense, hands spasming to grab onto something. He was drooling slightly, his self control long gone, and between his legs… Miguel felt his mouth dry. No he was absolutely not looking forward to that. And he was going to do whatever was in his power to avoid the situation devolving into that, in fact, and actually take samples this time. Or at least that’s the lie he was telling in his head, as he took a quick look around the badly lit room.

The upper part of the walls and the ceilings were covered in nets already, some not more than threads, in some point dense like fabric, while the floor seemed clean, at first glance. A second glance would have probably revealed the trap of threads just behind Miguel’s calf that, when he took a step back to avoid Man-Spider’s lunging attack, wrapped itself around his leg and made him trip miserably to the floor.

Claws were out already, slicing in a desperate attempt to regain freedom, but it was too late. Miguel felt both what he’d call relief and a thrill of excitement as Man-Spider landed over him with a heavy thud, using two of his hands on his wrists and a knee to the crotch to pin the Spider Society’s leader down. Then the boulder of shame hit him in the guts as soon as he realised that a moan had escaped his lips while the towering figure hunched over him, a clicking sound coming from deep within his monstrous throat.

But he was not going to give in without a fight, he owed his own pride that.

He went for a kick, feet talons extended and razor sharp, cutting Man-Spider’s shoulder as he tried to lever himself free. The creature didn’t seem to notice the wound, or care about it, because all this managed to achieve was another set of hands grabbing Miguel by the ankle, squeezing nearly too hard. He was about to try force his hands free from the other’s grasp, when the whole world spun and he found himself face down on the cold floor, two hands blocking his wrists at the side of his head, one behind his neck, one still holding the ankle of his now bent leg, while the other two… he felt cold air on his skin as his suit was thorn to shreds, freeing from the holographically enhanced fabric the only part of him Man-Spider was currently truly interested in.

He cursed himself as he became conscious of the fact he was propping his ass up a little, with eager anticipation, cunt already unbelievably wet… there was no reason for him to be so damn horny for this. First time, he blamed it on the spider pheromones: Man-Spider was in heath, Miguel had not gotten laid in a while, and it just made something click into his brain. Second time, he still went with the same excuse, but the scientist in him knew it was utter bullshit. Third time, his unconscious brain had already accepted the reality he was just really into being used as a breeding hole by his monstrous spider underling, while the conscious part of his brain staunchly refused to even accept the existence of the appropriate terminology.

And now it was the fourth time, and Man-Spider’s cock was pressing against his asshole, and his brain went blank.

The creature had never taken his ass before, and something within Miguel suggested him it that this may be an attempt at subdue him, make him meek and compliant for what was to come… he was not entirely sure Man-Spider was capable of that level of self awareness in that state, but if that was the goal, then it was a very good plan indeed.

Man-Spider’s cock was a terrifying size, around as big as Peter’s forearm if Miguel had to make comparisons. It was covered in small bumps that thankfully oozed a slick substance that seemed to work as lubrication and Miguel had theorised had also a myorelaxant effect, considering he survived three encounters with that thing already. Still, all the lube and the poppers in the world weren’t enough to make what was going on comfortable.

Miguel moaned pitifully as the cock entered him at a sluggish pace, inch after inch, spreading his asshole impossibly wide, feeling the itchy cramps of pain flash through his body as his tight ring of muscle tried to accomodate that girth. Man-Spider seemed to be aware of the unusual resistance to his intrusion, and seemed unwilling to break his toy before the fun part had even begun, so he was taking it agonisingly slow.

It was minutes before he had finally bottomed out, buried deep inside Miguel, who was lying flushed on the floor with mouth agape and eyes unfocused, trying to fight what was probably the strongest anal orgasm he ever had from rearing his head. He lost the fight as soon as the creature began moving.

A couple of thrusts were enough for Miguel to come, clawing the floor, arching his back so his ass would meet Man-Spider’s movements. Then the monster picked up a steady pace, not too rough, but also enough to make Miguel whine every time his cock began sliding back inside, stimulating his sensible entrance, now fully accepting of the thing that was fucking him open.

Man-Spider’s hand on Miguel’s neck made sure he could not turn to see what was going on, or move in any other way that was not offering his ass more to the creature. He could just lie down and take it, and that was driving him insane in all the best way. His cunt was dripping down his thighs, spasming to be filled, his cock engorged and sensible from rubbing on the cold tiles with each thrusts, and he was certain he orgasmed other two times, when Man-Spider seemingly decided he had done enough to ensure he was going to be submissive and obedient, and suddenly pulled out.

A pitiful moan of loss escaped Miguel’s lips as his hole was emptied, fat drops of slick leaking from its gape. The creature still had his writsts secure in his grasp, but had freed his ankle finally, and eased the pressure on his neck, so Miguel was allowed to turn around. The man was now lying on his back, his breath ragged, then itching a tone higher in a delighted sigh when his eyes were finally able to focus on Man-Spider’s girth in all his glory.

The leader of the Spider-Society then spread his legs, inviting, offering his drenched, swollen, aroused pussy to the creature that was looming over him. His cheeks were burning with a mix of shame and anticipation, he felt tears gathering in his eyes and at the same time each nerve of his body was vibrating with desire, while waiting for the onslaught to begin.

Man-Spider made that throathy clicking sound again, as he breathed in Miguel’s smell, running his open mouth close to his neck, across his chest, over his abs, then finally between his legs. He took a long sniff, accompained by a growl so animalistic and full of want Miguel found himself shivering, and then while two of the creature’s arms spread the smaller man’s legs open, and two pinned his waist in place.

Then he slammed it inside.

Miguel’s moan was more of a scream, and it soon turned into whiny incoherent pleas as the monster began fucking into his pussy with relentless speed.

“Please, por favor, more! Fuck me, I’m your bitch, please please please. Forte~”

His brain was not connected with his mouth anymore, and rivers of adoring inciting words were leaving his lips as Man-Spider pistoned into his wet hole, thrust after thrust, shoving it as deep as he was able, hammering the man’s cervix. His thrusts grew in strength, and speed, and all Miguel was able to do was spreading his legs more and clinging with his now free arms to the monster’s back, clawing deep within his flesh. Man-Spider then changed the angle slightly, locking Miguel’s thighs under his legs and folding him in two below him, while his multiple hands grabbed and groped around the man’s body, two fingers sliding inside his still leaky asshole while one hand squeezed one of his pecs, two held him close to the creature’s chest. The the last one wiggled its way between his pussy’s folds, spread around the throbbing cock that was fucking him, and then found Miguel’s own cock and began flicking it, playing with the sensible bundle of nerves.

That was the last straw and Miguel came as the air was knocked out of his lungs, Man-Spider’s cock buried itself deep inside him once more, and then sobbed pitifully as the monster didn’t stop, unaware of his orgasm, and kept going with a steady pace, rough enough to make breathing a struggle for the hero pinned below him. Miguel wanted to hate it but it was the part he loved the most.

He felt the warmth of another orgasm squeeze through him, tension building up in his cunt and lower abdomen, ad his oversensitive hole kept being unceremoniously used, but then everything edged on a sensation of emptiness, and his unfocused eyes noticed Man-Spider had pulled out of him. He was about to whine a protest, when three pair of hands grabbed him and turned him around, forcing him on all fours, on elbows and knees, keeping him still, making sure he could not escape.

“¿Què…?”

He began to ask, but then he got his answer as the creature’s dick was slammed back into his pussy once more, and immediately Miguel noticed how much bigger it felt. His body reacted instinctively, trying to wiggle away, and he was thankful Man-Spider was actually locking his hips into place, so he had nowhere to go and no hope to escape when the creature’s knot breached past his entrance and filled his cunt.

Miguel didn’t know if he had squirted or pissed himself, but the moan he let out was so shamelessly full of ecstasy it nearly scared himself. Fuck, it’d been just three weeks but he had missed it.

Man-Spider stood still, buried deep within him, hands definitely leaving bruises on Miguel’s hips, shoulders, thighs.

Then he retracted.

He had done it just once before, and Miguel had figured it was more of a matter of looking for a more comfortable position to lock them together, but this time he could feel it was different. The knot slid out of his pussy then, after gathering momentum with half a backward thrust, Man-Spider just shoved it back inside. Then again. Then again.

Miguel’s brain wasn’t aware of what was going on anymore. All he could think about was the waves of humiliating pleasure that shook his body every time the knot forced its way back inside, filling him. He was certain he had another orgasm at some point, around the eight or ninth time Man-Spider’s knot was slammed back inside him, then finally everything became still.

Miguel felt Man-Spider’s body vibrate, his hold on him getting tighter, that growl rumbling through his chest once more.

Then felt the warm flood of his seed explode within his cunt, locked inside by the creature’s knot, unable to go anywhere but to fill him to the brim. Each breath Miguel took was a moan, his claws had thorn the floor to shreds, excavating ravines in the metal. His thighs were trembling, unable to sustain his body anymore, he was still standing on his knees just thanks to the knotted cock keeping him into place.

He felt shame came again in waves, as he calmed down enough to realise what he had once more participated in, but before it could twist the pleasure that was still lulling him into guilt, he shook it away. There was nothing wrong with him helping out a team-mate, and getting something in return.

Miguel concentrated on his breath, to relax around the knot as much as possible. From experience he knew they were going to still be there for at least another twenty minutes and he didn’t want to add other things to the list of stuff he was going to be sore for days about.

Man-Spider was blissfully calm now, a sort of purr escaping his half open jaws, his hands that until now had clasped and grabbed and forced the other man still, now massaging circles into his bruised flesh. Miguel smiled to himself, and reached back to grab one of the other spider-hero’s hands, giving it a light squeeze.

Man-Spider took that gesture as his cue and wrapped tenderly his arms around Miguel’s body, then while still deep inside him, carried him over to the biggest nets swing he had made, and nestled inside the makeshift nest, keeping the other man’s close to his chest, kind of spooning him. The purring continued, as his monstrous head was pressed against Miguel’s nape, and his hands ran everywhere, grabbing bits of nets and moving them around, trying to settle them in a more conformable position. Then when he was satisfied with how the nest felt around them, he nuzzled against Miguel’s skin and within a couple minutes was sound asleep.

It took another ten for the knot to deflate enough to allow Miguel to slide Man-Spider’s cock out of his cunt, and a thick blob of warm white cum followed, oozing out of him lazily, drenching his thighs. Miguel reached between his legs to scoop some with his fingers and wantonly licked them clean, still dazed in the afterglow of their mating.

He could slip away now, he knew it for a fact. Man-Spider was going to be out for hours, and he was not dangerous to himself or anyone else anymore, he just needed a couple other days by himself as his excitement faded… but Miguel really didn’t want to leave. He agonized over it for a little longer, focusing on feeling every spasm of his pussy, the throbbing of his asshole, how numb and yet electric his cock felt… he tapped on the communicator.

“Lyla.”

“So, how was the sex?”

“Shut up.”

“Do you think is it possible you’re going to lie eggs aft-“

“Lyla for shock’s sake!”

“Ok ok! What do you need?”

“Ask Jess if she can take care of things for a little longer? Like, until tomorrow?”

“Oh for real? The dick was that good this time? I’m impressed.”

“I’m going to deactivate you I swear.”

“Awwww, it’s cute that you think you would be able to.”

“Lyla!”

“I told her already, she said yes, and to remember to keep hydrated.”

Miguel grunted and cut her off without an answer, then rolled to his back, tilting his head to look at the creature’s sleeping figure.

A smile stretched the corners of his lips as he too dozed off in post-coital bliss, the thrill of uncertainty lulling him into sleep, grasping on one exciting hope, to be waken up by the feeling of Man-Spider’s thick cock forcing his way inside him, once more.

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He was supposed to just stay overnight. Only until the morning. That was Miguel’s initial plan.

But as they say, the road to hell is paved with good intentions, or something of that sort.

A day and half later, Miguel still had not left the containment room, nor had any intention of doing so.

He tried to make it sound like the situation was more complex than he had anticipated. He needed some more time with Man-Spider to test some theories and take further samples, that sort of things. But both he and Lyla knew that was not it, so he ended up dropping the act: it was just that for the first time in, well, two years now, he had decided to indulge himself. To just think about nothing but clinging to that sliver of pleasure. And who could fault him, really.

So now he was lying on Man-Spider’s cozy net nest. Curled up in a ball, the creature’s cum dried on his thighs and on his holes, he was enjoying the dull buzz of post-orgasmic bliss, as his companion chugged on food on the ground level.

Opposed to most spider people, Miguel didn’t really need extra calories to sustain his biology, or keep up with his powers: the splicing had optimized his metabolism to a degree which allowed him to go a full week without touching any food, thing that often he did, because he was busy, and because he forgot. But still, right now he did feel kind of hungry.

So he dragged himself up and swung down the net, landing next to the creature, treading carefully so not to approach from his back, as unthreatening as he could manage. Man-Spider had became way less feral after their first round of mating, but he was still not in the clear, and Miguel was not a fan of the idea of having to punch him unconscious.

Man-Spider noticed him and turned his many eyes towards Miguel, shifting his weight a bit so to slide to the side and leave some space for the man to join him next to the food stash, while making some clicking sounds that seemed encouraging. Miguel sat on the floor next to him, and without breaking eye contact he grabbed a protein bar and a bottle of water (the bottles were added by Lyla for him and Miguel had realized, there were enough to quench his thirsts for a whole week… that cheeky son of a motherboard), and he noted how satisfied his companion seemed at the sight of him feeding.

Man-Spider observed him intently, more clicking sounds coming from his throat, and Miguel stupidly took it as a sign he could just relax and let his guard down, which he should have learnt by now was a shit idea.

Not that Man-Spider was ever doing anything Miguel was not enthusiastically happy about, but there was a difference between expecting his approach and trying to nudge some control on the situation, and being caught completely off guard… yet, it seemed like a particular part of Miguel’s brain was dead set of putting him in the second kind of scenario

Before he could realise what was going on, he was scooped up by the creature, secured in two pair of him arms. He tried to protest and even made a weak unconvincing attempted to struggle free, while excitement over the prospect of uncertainty trumped his shock and surprise and made him uncharacteristically compliant.

Man-Spider effortlessly climbed his way up to the higher part of the room with Miguel in bis grasp, reaching over the point where he made them their little nest. There hung waiting a intricate net of thick sturdy threads of spider silks.

He grabbed some of the threads to tie them together, then bent Miguel over one of the sturdier ones, wrapping a loop around his waist to secure him to it. Miguel tried to find something to grab in front of him for balance, but Man-Spider immediately took care of his unsteady status. He proceeded to bound his ankles, then worked his way up so that the Spider Society’s leader’s legs were all tangled in sticky silk, securing him into place, so he won’t fall, and at the same time preventing him from kicking or moving around.

Miguel had thought about not letting him do it for a whole 20 seconds, then realization of the type of position Man-Spider was trapping him in kicked in, together with a pleasant tingle in his pussy, and he just meekly complied, letting the creature work.

And when Man-Spider was done, and Miguel found himself inescapably locked 10 feet in the air, ass propping out in the center of a intricate net keeping his legs still and slightly apart, and his holes exposed, a wave of indignant humiliation run through him, making him whimper. And making him so terribly wet.

He was free to move the upper part of his body as he pleased, but that didn’t amount to much, as the only thing he could do was grab on threads for support and try turn his head to check his surroundings.

Yet he could not see Man-Spider, nor hear him, so he concentrated on the vibrations of the threads, to check for his approach.

But spiders are good hunters. And Man-Spider was more spider than most.

All of Miguel’s alertness was not enough to warn him of when the creature just slid down a unconnected thread behind him, and swinging himself forward slammed his cock into Miguel’s aroused pussy without much preamble.

Miguel wasn’t sure of what went through his brain, he just felt a rush of heath to his cheeks, then panic, then a resigned rush of delight as he realized fully what was going to happen from now on. Every sense of his was fine tuned to the sensation of Man-Spider burying his erection into him over and over, fucking him ruthlessly, while clinging to the net for support just behind him. His hips were snapping and slamming on Miguel’s ass, spanking him with how strong they were each time he bottomed out.

Miguel wished he was feeling anything else but the enraptured ecstasy that was actually taking hold of his brain, but he was past denial at that point.

And so it went on.

Man-Spider would take Miguel from behind, plunging relentlessly into his pussy and sometimes his ass, never stopping to let his partner rest until he had filled the man with his seed, mixed with the thick lubricating slick he emitted. Then he’d just retire on a higher net, leaving Miguel empty and leaking, and waited for his never fully sated erection to spring back into hardness, so he could do it allover, chasing a new orgasm with each round of rough frantic mating.

On his side, Miguel had given up on any attempt of regaining some control of the situation, and was just taking it with a lustful abandon he didn’t think himself capable of.

Each time Man-Spider slid back inside him he’d welcome the intrusion with a moan that turned into a river of exhausted breathy whines, his orgasms bleeding into one another, making Man-Spider try to fuck him harder whether his climax made him go tense and tight around the monster’s cock.

After the third time he was resigned to his role of holes to be used, and every feeling of shame he had had left, melted into the sweet, numbing buzz of complete submission.

After the fifth, he’d mourn the emptiness when Man-Spider was not inside him, to the point that he found himself whimpering more than one “yes” and “please” when his companion’s cock slid back inside one of his wanting holes.

And the creature had already taken him nine times when Miguel noticed something different was going on, a shift in tension.

Man-Spider’s hands were on his hips, and instead of penetrating him once more, the monster was rubbing his bumpy length against the man’s sensible abused cunt, stroking his cock on Miguel’s, making the man sigh in surprised delight.

Miguel expected him to stop and go back to his usual behavior, but instead Man-Spider kept the stimulation going, with a sort of attentive and nearly tender care, making sure Miguel felt good, relaxed.

He coaxed two orgasms from the bound man, that in no time was desperately trying to meet Man-Spiders movements, grinding onto his erection despite the limited movement range, trying to get all the friction he could. A bound man whose cunt was, despite all, pulsating one more with the itching need to be filled.

Tears of exhaustion and ecstasy were gathering on Miguel’s eyes as his body kept being stimulated, touched, rubbed… he really was at his limit. And Man-Spider seemed to be aware of it.

So he gently spread Miguel’s folds with his fingers, and when he finally took him, his cock slid in slow and sure… and a lot bigger than it was earlier. Man-Spider had not given Miguel a knot after the one a day and half before, so Miguel noticed immediately the change in girth.

He bit his lower lip, expecting his mate to repeat the onslaught to his hole he had performed the previous time, absolutely certain that he could not take another round of that, and wondering in disappointed half panic if he needed to use his talons to get himself free before that begun.

But instead, Man-Spider pushed his knot inside him with a uncharacteristic gentleness, one pair of his hands intent on keeping Miguel spread while another massaged shooting circles into his hips. And when he was fully in, knot impossibly swollen inside Miguel’s warmth, he began freeing him from his silk threads. He supported his mate’s weight with two pairs of arms, and then helped the other man turn while still impaled on his lenght, so they’d face each other.

He then cradled the hero against his chest. Miguel buried in his arms let out the most delighted and defeated sigh, and snuggling against the hairy chest of the creature, without any notice he just began to weep.

He was so overstimulated and dazed he had no control over his emotions or reactions anymore.

Earlier the fear for having bit more than he could chew had shaken him into awareness of the situation once more, tangling Miguel in shame, making him painfully aware of how much he was enjoying what should have been the highest form of humiliation. He felt embarrassed of his own desires, and at the same time, the warmth and thickness of the knot and the flood of warm cum now filling him, the care and tenderness Man-Spider was displaying, everything seemed to envelop him into such a heightened sense of peace.

So he just let himself cry. Tears of joy as much as out of frustration rolling down his cheeks, safe into the creature’s protective embrace.

Damn he had not cried like that in months, since…

Man-Spider didn’t seem to be bothered.

He rocked them both gently, lying on a small hammock made of net silk, enjoying their connection. He felt the bulge of Miguel’s full belly flushed against his body, and that seemed to be more than enough for him. A pair of his arms were still holding the other man, while the others stroked his hair and his back, in a kind of gesture that, if Miguel were more mentally present, would have been a clear signal that Man-Spider was now fully himself again.

But it took Miguel quite a while to calm down.

His eyes were dry already, but that didn’t stop his chest from being shaken by sobs, soothed by Man-Spider’s attentive caresses, until he finally fully relaxed into the other spider hero’s embrace. He was so exhausted he was not able to even think about moving a single muscle, and doing anything more elaborate than breathing was a struggle, so he just let himself be hushed into sleep by his companion, closing his eyes and focusing on their slowing breathes.

When he woke up, three hours later, they were still hugging.

Man-Spider’s, whose knot had barely began deflating and was still buried inside him, was still, eyes closed, and making sounds that Miguel was pretty sure could count as purring.

Smiling, Miguel tried to lazily stretch, despite the cock locked in his cunt limiting his movements.

Every single inch of his body was sore like it had not been in years, and he craved a shower, and to sleep for a day, and to chug on two liters of water at least. But aside for that, he really didn’t remember the last time he felt so relaxed.

He ran his fingers on Man-Spiders jaws, then under his chin, in some shy attempt at a tender gesture. The creature reacted with a encouraging clicking sound that made Miguel giggle, and he leaned in to press his forehead against his companion’s, breathing in his scent.

“Thank you.”

Miguel said, and Man-Spider answered with a serie of sounds Miguel had learnt meant “thank you” in return.

“So you were just pretending to sleep?”

Man-Spider did not answer, but he delicately maneuvered them so he’d roll over Miguel, pinning the man under himself with his back on the nets. Then he glanced down at their bodies, still connected.

Miguel’s fingers ran between them, lazily caressing his own inflated belly, caressing his own mons, his own cock, then the base of Man-Spider’s, buried deep. He spread his legs with some difficulty, bending his knees against his chest, and then locked his hand behind Man-Spider’s neck, eyes half lidded, looking up to the creature.

“Gentle.”

He asked, with a soft voice very few ever had the occasion to hear him use, and his companion nodded, and began to move.

There was nothing of their animalistic mating of the previous couple of days, nothing of the possessive and needy drive to breed.

The still engorged base of his dick slid out of Miguel then cautiously but firmly plunged back inside with each thrust, and each thrust Miguel rode it, rocking his hips in a circular motion to meet Man-Spider’s, opening his mouth in a whispered moan every time he was fully inside again.

Each thrust the knot grew slimmer, and soon fat beads of cum slid out of Miguel’s pussy, oozing down, making a mess on him, making everything sound wet.

As soon as Man-Spider’s cock felt like it was back to its original size, Miguel’s hands moved to his mate’s hips, guiding him, encouraging him to pick up a faster pace, and not long after the leader of the Spider Society was whimpering in pleasure. Man-Spider had placed his legs over his shoulders, to allow himself to go deeper, and Miguel breath trembled and itched at each thrust, his talons lightly scraping Man-Spider’s back.

Then Miguel felt the familiar warm tension of his incoming climax creep in his lower abdomen, his pussy throbbing while chasing the sensation of every inch sliding in and out, his moans growing in volume. Man-Spider moved an hand between Miguel’s legs, finding his mate’s engorged and sensible cock, flicking and rubbing it to drag the man towards his now dangerously close orgasm, while he kept driving into him with a steady pace.

“I’m c-coming oh GOD, shock!”

Miguel moaned enraptured, arching his back, talons now plunging deep within Man-Spider’s back, leaving trails of blood as his mind went black and he rode the peak of his climax with a choked sob.

Then as soon as his mind cleared enough, he tensed.

He expected Man-Spider to ignore his orgasm and keep fucking him, as he had always done, but instead he felt the other’s cock slide out of him. He sluggishly opened his eyes, and there was the creature, sitting back on his heels, kneeling between Miguel’s still open legs, and taking care of his own still impressive erection with three of his hands.

Miguel sat up, sharply inhaling for the pain to his sore muscles, but still reached out, and wrapped his fingers around it too.

Man-Spider shoot him a puzzled look, bht Miguel began pumping his cock with both hands, and the creature began emitting delighted clicking sounds. Miguel straightened himself more, and rested his forehead against Man-Spider’s chest, as his hands worked tirelessly, way more focused that anyone ought to be when giving someone a hand job… but he was indeed a perfectionist, and in two days that was actually the first time he was being allowed to do actively something, instead of just taking everything he was given.

When Man-Spider came, he did it with a roar that made Miguel shiver, as his cum erupted with way more force than he was expecting, painting his face and hair and chest. Now he really needed a shower.

He looked up to the creature, that seemed a bit dazed by what had just happened.

“Everything ok?”

The clicking sounds the creature made were what Miguel knew meant “Yes. Great.”

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No.”

“Did I do something good?”

Man-Spider just nodded.

Miguel placed a kiss over one of the other’s chelicerae, then slowly webbed himself on the ground, stumbling a bit on his weakened legs, grabbing a couple of bottles to try remedy to the mess on his person. And then he jumped startled when he found Man-Spider just behind him, offering a piece of cloth, that looked like it was probably his cafeteria apron, with an apologetic tilt to his head.

“Want to help me out?”

Miguel asked tentatively, but then for some unfathomable reason, Man-Spider attentively running the wet cloth between his legs, and on his face, and chest, that somehow seemed to make Miguel’s cheeks flush more than having been used for days as his very own personal cumdump. Which was ridiculous.

So by the moment the other was done, Miguel hurriedly reactivated his suit, trying to regain composure, eliciting a confused set of clicks from the other.

Miguel felt a ping of guilt at the prospect of maybe having offended the creature, and grabbed a set Man-Spider’s hands, locking his fingers with the monster’s.

“I need to go back to work, or Lyla will send a search party for me…” he explained himself, the  added with a encouraging smile “but you can use this room for how long as you like. Any time you like, too. And if you want me here with you, just ask… ok?”

Man-Spider’s posture suddenly became less slouched, attentive, and Miguel was nearly certain the sound he made was a happy one.

So before his brain suggested him to do something stupid, he let go of the other’s hands, and made towards the door, stopping a second before stepping out.

“It was really good… thank you.”

Miguel didn’t stay to check what the other’s reaction to that was: he didn’t really want to trap himself into another couple of days of being dicked down relentlessly… or, better, he absolutely wanted that, but it was unwise, irresponsible and not a smart thing at all.

So he made back to the control room, knowing it was what he had to do, but yet dreading what he would find there waiting for him.

“He still walks! Barely.”

Were the words Lyla welcomed him with, with a satisfied smirk on her face when she noticed his uncertain steps.

“Lyla don’t.”

“Oh no, Lyla will do as she damn wants because you left her to manage everything with Jess for TWO days and half, therefore you absolutely deserve anything I’ll throw you! So, did he plant eggs in you?”

“Females spiders make eggs, not males.”

“A pity, would have been a seriously dope science experiment. Like the one you kept forgetting about because you’re too busy getting your guts rearranged.”

“Can we not?”

“Nope. We can. So, is he big?”

Miguel grunted turning to the screens, trying to ignore her.

God above, in those moment he truly deeply wished the only thing he had to worry about was choking on some monstrous humanoid spider’s dick and nothing else. His life would have been way more simpler that way.