“Is it like a spider?”
“No, not a spider.”
She whimpers. “It look even worse than a spider. So many legs…”
With a shudder, she clings on even tighter. All I’m aware of is how soft, warm, and wet her breasts are, soaking the material of my shirt.
And holy hell, her little pussy is pressed into my abs, just above my belt buckle, her legs straddling either side of my torso. My cock obligingly lengthens another inch. Which means she’s sure going to notice its presence pretty darn soon.
Orc dick is big at the best of times. Erect, it’s fucking impossible to ignore.
Glued together, we watch as the octomopede scuttles up to the roof and makes an exit through the vent. “There, it’s gone,” I soothe.
“But it could jump out again.”
“They don’t jump, they scuttle.”
“Don’t I know it! It was zigzagging all over the wall next to me,” she wails. “With all those horrible legs.”
“They hate noise, so with you screaming, I doubt if it will come back. I’ll check the air vent tomorrow to see if it’s got a nest up there.”
“Nest!” Her body goes rigid with fear. I swallow hard and tell my cock to take a hike. It refuses.
“You mean there could be more of them?” Her horrified face is inches from mine now, and I register how perfect her skin is, how rosy her lips are, so close and so fucking tempting…
“I’ll flush them out.” I try to sound casual, but already my voice has dropped an octave. “Do you feel safe to get down now?” I add gruffly, as my cock pulsates against my zipper.
“Erm. I guess so.” She lets out a hysterical little laugh.
There’s only one way to put her back on her feet, and that’s to slide her down my body. I loosen my arms and she slips lower. And then she stops—right—ah shit. Rightthere. The pressure of her body on my cock renders me speechless. The hard rod in my pants is pressed right against her pussy now. And then the fucker obligingly flexes, which doesn’t help matters. How the fuck could she miss my pulsing shaft?
She lets out a little gasp.
I cringe.
She certainly hasn’t missed it.
Her eyes fly to my face and for a second, we stare at each other. Her lips part, the green of her eyes darkens. We’re suspended together in this glorious, confusing moment, full of lust and embarrassment. By the gleam in her eyes, and the tiny, barely audible little mewl she makes, I’m pretty sure she doesn’t hate what’s happening.
And that’s almost worse than if she found me repulsive.
The possibility that Clem could be as aroused as I am nearly blows every fuse in my orc brain. It’s been so long since a female—let alone a beautiful human one—has looked at me this way. I literally have no idea what to do.
So I drop her the last couple feet.
She squeaks in surprise, topples, then rights herself.
Averting my gaze, I stride over to the hook, grab the towel and hold it out to her, my face averted.
The silence is fraught with tension.
Then she grabs the towel and starts babbling. “I’m not a coward you know, normally… I don’t like spidery things, but Ican take most other critters.” I glance quickly at her, and sigh with relief to see the towel safely wrapped around her.
My cock is subsiding now, but I don’t dare look at her gorgeous cleavage above the top of the towel. She’s totally bedraggled, her eyes still darting around the room, but there’s a softness in them as she returns her gaze to mine and says, “Thank you, Otis. I didn’t mean to… erm, jump on you, it was just panic. Are there a lot of creepy crawly things down here in the Labyrinth?”
“Not many. And none of them are poisonous.”
I wonder if she’ll ask me to check her bedroom. I am not going to offer, not after that embarrassing little interlude. That could come over real sleazy.
