In the sanctioned clinics, the humans and Arachnoids never meet. The venom is harvested, then clinically administered in precise doses by an asexual species.
I can see why. Holy shit.
That heat hits my cunt, and I go slick and needy. Arousal drips between my thighs.
I moan.
Sylvus’s tongue presses along my skin, tasting my blood as his fangs sink in even further.
He gives one last luxuriant groan, then slowly withdraws, lapping at my wounds. The pain numbs away, leaving only glowing pleasure.
When he leans back, his ashen skin is stained crimson, dark rivulets running down his chin, throat, and chest.
He looks at me with a ravenous, bloody grin, sweeping his tongue along his lips.
Holy fuck.
I tremble, somehow already on the edge of orgasm.
It’s torturous watching him take his time licking my blood from every finger, every crevice, savoring it like ambrosia. His breath is heavy, rough.
“Hmmm, you tastegood.” His tongue slides along his fangs, which leak more dark venom, as if he can’t wait to sink his teeth into me again.
It’s just a physiological reaction, I remind myself.It doesn’t mean anything.
Never mind that I’m the most aroused I’ve ever been in my entire life.
My nipples are getting hard. I thought that wasfake. But they are—the tight pressure of the silk sends a tingling sensation radiating from them. It echoes in my chest, drips down my spine, settles in my cunt.
I try to rub my thighs against each other, but the bindings hold me too completely. All I can do is tense my inner muscles and whimper desperately.
Sylvus sighs with satisfaction, seeming to return to his senses. “Need something?”
“Fuck off—” The words become a moan as the tingling in my breasts gets stronger.
“I think you’ll take to the transformation quite well. You were practically sucking the venom out of me.”
“That doesn’t make any se—ah!… sense…” I suddenly feel restless. I wriggle against my bonds, but all I mange to do is stimulate my nipples against the silk, making me tremble even harder. “I don’t see why I need to be tied upnow.”
Sylvus chuckles. “You especially need to be tied up now. You’re like a butterfly in a cocoon…” He hovers a hand over my body, tracing my curves, always an inch away. “Undergoing… metamorphosis.”
I suddenly twist, trying to make contact. Bastard. Tease. Fuck, I need a hand in my cunt.
My breath heaves. “You don’t mean my bones are going to melt, do you?”
He waves a hand. “I was being mostly metaphorical. The cocoon serves two key purposes. First, the cascade of physiological changes is rapid and intense. The compression ensures your blood flow remains even and you don’t pass out, even as your body expands.”
I wriggle again. “Can’t you make a compression suit or something, then?”
He raises a finger, motioning for me to be patient.
I want to bite his head off.
Fuck, every beat of my heart throbs in my cunt and my nipples.
“Thesecondreason is that there’s also a chaotic release of neurotransmitters and hormones. Your urges and emotions may cycle rapidly. Often times, the thing your body is screaming at you to do will only make it worse.”
“Oh yeah? Likewhat?”
