It’s a really good thing this is just a temporary hormonal side effect.
Because my last thought as I drift off to sleep is…
I want to stay here forever.
CHAPTER 5
SYLVUS
I have two problems.
First is this perfect, peaceful creature resting in my arms. Her tangle of curls is like velvet in the crook of my elbow. Her cheek and breast are impossibly soft where they rest against my chest. The steady rhythm of her breath is a sweet lullaby.
Despite her slumber, she’s clearly aware of every place our skin touches, and she moans unhappily whenever that surface area decreases. It’s necessary to strip the remnants of my silk and her coveralls away, but I pull her close again as soon as I can.
I use my other limbs to clean up the room.
I have a distinct feeling that right now, I would commit murder before I put her down or let someone else breathe in the same room as her, let alone touch her. Which will… complicate her proposal.
My second problem is that I am… beyond aroused. My pedipalps fidget and drool, and I shudder at the throbbing itch of my semen glands on the underside of my abdomen near where it meets my thorax.
Her slick has dripped all down her legs, and the smell makes it impossible to focus.
I’ll just…
Well, next I’ll…
The solution is clearly to…
Oh, fuck, I can’t stop. My legs splay, and as soon as I rub the underside of my abdomen against my web, I shudder with pleasure. My glands spasm, squirting an entirely unnecessary amount of semen over the web.
But it’s my pedipalps, so close to her hot, ready sex, that throb the most. The small, dextrous limbs end in smooth, flexible chitin perfect for insertion and inducing pleasure. If I ever introduced semen to them, they’d be capable of impregnation.
I want so very, very badly to plunge them into her molten core. They’re lined with sensory organs, and her needy fragrance so close makes them vibrate eagerly.
Instead, I rub them against each other. My breath chokes in my throat at the sensitivity. The good thing is, I’m so thoroughly worked up that I won’t last long enough to lose my resolve.
I look like a horny fool, rubbing my web and worrying my palps. I hug her tight to my chest, burying my nose in her hair, her scent.
I’m no match. I groan and my palps squirt clear, viscous fluid across the web as I orgasm. The rhythmic clenching of my abdomen feels incredible, so full of her milk.
It’s perverse, cumming so shamelessly with her asleep in my arms. But the boundaries that matter remain uncrossed.
Barely.
Legs shaking, I push upright again, ignoring the embarrassing puddles I’ve left behind as I stumble to my sleeping chamber.
ANDROMEDA
I wake with a raging hangover. Heat surrounds me, and I paw mindlessly at what my sleepy brain first assumes is my over-hot mattress and sheets.
As I orient to the dim light and round, web-covered walls, I realize it’s Sylvus’s arms I just threw off my chest.
I freeze.
His breathing is slow, even. Though his auxiliary eyes shine unblinking, his main eyes are closed.
My breasts and throat ache.
