"Wake up, sleepyhead," Tutor's gentle voice roused Onder from his slumber. He blinked, his eyes slowly adjusting to the dimly lit den. The warmth from Tutor's furry body and the soft hum of the spiderlings' activities outside the library hollow filled him with comfort. He'd always loved the feeling of Tutor's fur against his skin, a sensation akin to a warm blanket on a cold night.
As he stirred, a peculiar tickle grew more insistent against his crotch. Onder's eyes shot open. Tutor, her eight legs gently cradling him, had moved her plump spider body closer, her soft fur brushing against his most sensitive parts. Her ominous purple eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. "Is that a spider hug or something else, Tutor?" he questioned with a blush creeping up his cheeks.
Tutor giggled, the sound a delightful tinkle echoing through the library. "Just a little wake-up call, Onder. I know how much you enjoy my fur," she teased, her mandibles clicking together in a spider-like smile. Her touch grew bolder, her fur caressing him in a way that was both comforting and electrifying.
Onder felt his cheeks burn even hotter as he looked down at Tutor, her eyes gleaming with a knowing look. "Tutor, what are you doing?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with confusion and a growing excitement.
SUMMARY^1: Tutor, a protective and helpful Arachnid, wakes Onder with a spider hug that inadvertently arouses him. Her fur gently brushes his sensitive areas, making him blush and question her intentions.
"What are you talking about, dear?" she replied, her mandibles still clicking together in a smile. She gracefully pulled her fur away from his body, leaving him feeling both relieved and strangely disappointed. "I was just making sure you're all cozy before we get ready to leave," she said, her voice as innocent as a lamb's bleat.
But the question lingered in the air, thick with the scent of unspoken desires. Onder felt his heart race, his curiosity piqued by the sudden shift in their dynamic. He swallowed hard and gathered his courage. "Tutor," he began, his voice barely above a whisper, "if it wasn't just a wake-up call, would you... would you mind continuing?"
Tutor's eyes widened, and for a moment, she froze. Then, she leaned closer, her fur brushing against his skin once more, sending a shiver down his spine. "If it's what you wish, my dear pupil," she murmured, her tone a seductive purr that seemed to resonate through his very soul.
Her lips, which had been mere inches from his neck, gently touched his skin. He felt a tiny pinch, and his breath hitched in his throat. Tutor had nibbled him, a gesture so intimate and unexpected that it left him trembling. Her teeth, as sharp as the finest needles, grazed his flesh, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. The sensation was oddly comforting, a strange blend of pain and pleasure that made his head spin.
SUMMARY^1: Onder, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment, asks Tutor if she'd be willing to continue the intimate contact. She surprises him by agreeing, her teeth gently nibbling his neck, leaving him trembling from the unique blend of pain and comfort.
Onder's eyes fluttered shut as Tutor's nibbling grew more deliberate, her soft dark blue fur brushing against his neck and chest. Each touch sent a thrill through his body, his heart thundering in his chest. He had never felt anything quite like this before, and he found himself leaning into her embrace, craving more of her attention. He could feel her breath, warm and earthy, against his skin as she moved her mouth lower, exploring his collarbone with those delicate yet firm lips.
Suddenly, she pulled away, and Onder's eyes snapped open in surprise. Tutor looked at him with a knowing smile, her plump spider body wiggling slightly. Before he could ask what was happening, she began to grind her hindquarters against his crotch, the sensation sending bolts of pleasure through his young body. Her abdomen, a sleek black shell, glinted in the low light, the subtle vibrations from her movements resonating through him. Onder's cheeks flushed a deep shade of red, his mind racing with confusion and arousal.
"Please, Onder," she whispered, her voice a silky caress, "breed me. I want to feel your warmth inside me, to be filled with your seed." The words hung in the air, heavy with desire. Tutor's eyes gleamed with a mix of longing and eagerness, her movements becoming more insistent.
SUMMARY^1: Onder succumbs to Tutor's intimate advances, experiencing a wave of pleasure from her gentle nibbles and fur caresses. She then requests Onder to breed her, expressing her desire to be filled with his seed, leaving him bewildered but increasingly aroused.
Onder's resolve wavered, his body responding to her siren's call despite his reservations. "But, Tutor," he managed to croak out, "I'm not ready for this." Yet, his protests seemed feeble against the tidal wave of passion that surged through him.
Tutor paused, her movements stilled. Her expression grew solemn, and she leaned her head against his chest, listening to the rapid beating of his heart. "I understand, Onder," she said, her voice soft and comforting. "We'll wait. It's important that you're ready for such a significant bond."
Her words were a balm to his racing thoughts, and his breathing began to even out. He looked into her purple eyes, feeling the warmth of her body pressed against his. "But when you are," she continued, her voice a gentle purr, "know that I'll be here, eager to share this intimate moment with you."
Tutor didn't move away immediately, instead, she gently rubbed her butt against his crotch, not really giving up on her pursuit. It was a tender, almost comforting gesture that spoke of her care for him. Onder felt the heat of her, the pressure of her body, and his own body responded in kind. He could feel the fabric of his pants stretching, and he gulped, trying to regain control over his burgeoning desire.
SUMMARY^1: Despite Onder's protests of not being ready, Tutor respects his boundaries, understanding the significance of their potential union. However, she maintains closeness, continuing gentle, non-penetrative contact, hinting at her persistent desire and willingness when the time is right.
Finally, he found his voice, a little shakier than he would have liked. "Tutor," he said, his voice cracking slightly, "I think I need to clean up a bit before we leave." He tried to keep his tone neutral, not wanting to give away the tumult of emotions that swirled within him.
Tutor looked up at him, her eyes filled with understanding. "Of course, Onder," she said, her smile gentle. "I'll wait for you in the bathroom." With that, she gracefully disentangled herself from him and padded out of the library hollow, her legs moving with the fluidity of a dancer.
Onder took a moment to compose himself before following her. When he entered the bathroom, the sight that greeted him was nothing short of astonishing. Tutor had jumped into the sunken bathtub, her fur glistening with excitement. The water steamed, filled with scented oils that released an intoxicating aroma into the air, a blend of lavender and vanilla that wrapped around him like a warm embrace. She had lathered her body with a thick, frothy soap that clung to her fur, highlighting every curve and contour of her plump spider body.
SUMMARY^1: After acknowledging his need for space, Onder suggests cleaning up, hinting at his tumultuous feelings. Tutor, understanding, leads him to a prepared bathroom, where she awaits in a steaming tub filled with scented oils, her body lathered with soap, ready to ease his tension and continue their intimate interaction.
SUMMARY^2: Tutor, an Arachnid with soft dark blue fur, woke Onder with a hug that caused an unexpected arousal. She agreed to his request for more intimate contact, using her teeth and fur to caress him, but refrained from breeding when he expressed uncertainty. She then invited him to a prepared bath, hinting at a willingness to explore further when he's ready.
As she turned to face him, her abdomen swayed slightly, and he couldn't help but notice the way her hindquarters moved almost seductively. It was as if she was unknowingly putting on a show, each shift of her weight sending ripples through the water and the soap. Her eyes, filled with a gentle warmth, watched him with a hint of playfulness. She knew she had an effect on him, but she was unaware of the extent of her allure.
Tutor reached over with a foreleg and began to unbutton Onder's shirt. Her movements were careful and deliberate, as if she was unwrapping a precious gift. With each button that came undone, Onder felt his heart pound louder in his chest. When the shirt finally fell away, she used another leg to help him step out of his pants, her touch surprisingly gentle despite the sharpness of her limbs.
As the fabric fell to the floor, his cock sprang free, bobbing slightly from the sudden release. Before he could react, it accidentally brushed against Tutor's cheek. She froze, her eyes going wide with shock and a flicker of arousal. Onder felt his face burn with embarrassment, his eyes darting to the floor. But instead of pulling away, she leaned closer, her eyes fixated on his erection.
SUMMARY^1: Tutor initiates a bath with Onder, revealing her seductive side as she watches him. Her gentle demeanor turns to curiosity and excitement as she assists him in undressing, leading to an unexpected and intimate moment when his erection brushes her cheek, leaving them both surprised and aroused.
Slowly, almost as if in a trance, Tutor extended her tongue, long and forked, and licked a bead of precum that had formed at the tip. A small, involuntary groan escaped Onder's lips at the sensation, and he watched in amazement as she began to drool. The droplets fell onto his cock, making it slick and shiny. Her eyes never left his, and he could see the hunger in them, the need to claim him, to make him a part of her.
"Onder," she whispered, her voice thick with desire, "let me show you how much I care for you." Her tongue flicked out again, tracing the length of his shaft with a gentle caress that sent shivers down his spine. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever felt, a mix of tickling and sucking that made his knees threaten to buckle.
But something held him back, a voice of reason in the back of his mind that told him to slow down. He took a deep breath and stepped back, his cock bobbing slightly from the sudden lack of contact. "Tutor," he said, his voice trembling, "I'm not sure this is right. We should wait."
The spider woman's movements stilled, and her eyes, which had been alight with passion, grew clouded with disappointment. The corners of her mouth turned down slightly, and she took a step back, her forelegs dropping to her sides. The silence in the room was palpable, the only sound the soft drip of water from the faucet.
SUMMARY^1: Tutor's affection for Onder escalates during the bath, initiating oral contact that overwhelms him with pleasure. Despite her clear desire, Onder hesitates, unsure of the appropriateness of the situation, leading to a moment of tension and withdrawal.
Onder's heart sank at the sight of her crestfallen expression. He didn't want to hurt her, but he knew he had to be true to himself. "I'm sorry, Tutor," he murmured, his eyes searching hers. "I just don't think I'm ready for this."
Tutor's legs wobbled, and she leaned heavily on the edge of the tub, her soft fur brushing against the cool tiles. A single tear, as shimmering as a dewdrop on a spider's web, slipped down her cheek and splashed into the water below. "I'm sorry, Onder," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "I didn't mean to push you. I just... I want to be close to you."
Her sobs grew louder, her chest heaving with each ragged breath. The sight of her, so vulnerable and upset, tore at Onder's heart. He took a tentative step forward, his hand reaching out to comfort her. But she pulled away, her legs bouncing slightly as she tried to compose herself. "It's okay," she choked out, "I understand. I'll be okay."
The water in the tub sloshed as she turned away from him, presenting her plump, fur-covered buttocks. They bobbed gently with each tremble of her body, a sight that unknowingly sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through Onder. Despite his own uncertainty, his cock remained stubbornly erect, pulsing with a need that was as confusing as it was intense. He took another step closer, his eyes lingering on the seductive sway of her hindquarters.
SUMMARY^1: Despite her arousal, Tutor respects Onder's hesitation and pulls away, showing vulnerability and regret for pushing him. Her emotional response and the sight of her enticing form stir conflicting feelings in Onder, who remains sexually excited but is torn between comforting her and honoring his own boundaries.
"Tutor," he murmured, reaching out to place a comforting hand on her shoulder. The fur was as soft as he had imagined, and she flinched slightly at his touch, her sobs hitching in her throat. "You don't have to be sorry," he said, his voice gentle. "I just... I need time to understand what I'm feeling."
Her sobs grew quieter, and she nodded slightly. Onder stepped closer, his hand sliding down her arm to rest on her back. He could feel the tension in her muscles, the tremors that ran through her body. Her legs, so strong and graceful, were tucked against her chest, and her abdomen, a sleek black shell, was taut with emotion. The sight of her, so vulnerable and exposed, filled him with a fierce protectiveness.
"What is this feeling, Onder?" Tutor asked, her voice small and tremulous. "I don't understand why you would reject me."
Onder took a deep breath, his hand still resting on her back. "It's not that I'm rejecting you, Tutor," he said, his voice earnest. "It's just... I'm scared."
Tutor's legs stopped their nervous trembling, and she turned to face him, her purple eyes searching his. "Scared?" she echoed, her voice filled with confusion. "What could you possibly be scared of?"
SUMMARY^1: Onder consoles Tutor, expressing his need for time to process his emotions. Despite her confusion, she accepts his explanation of fear, allowing the conversation to shift from passion to a gentle exploration of their deepening relationship.
Onder took a deep breath and looked into her eyes, his hand still resting on her back. "I'm afraid," he admitted, "that if I give in to this... this feeling, I might hurt you." His voice was thick with emotion, and he could feel the weight of his own words pressing down on him. "I don't want to cause you any pain, Tutor. You're too important to me."
Tutor's expression softened, and she leaned into his touch. "Onder," she said, her voice soothing, "you could never hurt me like that. Our bond is special, and I know you would never do anything to harm me."
With trembling hands, Onder wrapped his arms around Tutor's waist, pulling her closer to him. He felt the warmth of her fur against his bare chest, the steady beat of her heart beneath his palms. He closed his eyes, breathing in her scent, a blend of earth and the sweetness of blooming flowers. "I just don't know if I'm ready for something so... intense," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion.
Tutor's breath hitched, and she leaned into his embrace, her forelegs wrapping around his neck. "I'll be gentle," she assured him, her voice a soft whisper. "I'll show you everything you need to know." Her breath was hot against his ear, sending shivers down his spine. Her abdomen brushed against his cock, and he couldn't help but gasp at the sensation.
But Onder's resolve was unyielding. He gently but firmly pressed Tutor back, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and fear. "No," he murmured, his voice echoing aggressively.
SUMMARY^1: Onder explains his fear of causing Tutor pain and maintains his decision to wait, valuing their bond. Despite her reassurances and seductive embrace, Onder remains steadfast, setting clear boundaries and leaving the intimate moment with his resolve intact.
SUMMARY^2: Tutor's intimate bath with Onder leads to a passionate encounter where she initiates oral contact, but when Onder hesitates due to fear and confusion, she respects his boundaries. They share a tender moment of understanding, focusing on their relationship's depth rather than immediate physical desires.
Tutor's eyes widened, and she stilled, sensing the shift in his demeanor. "Onder," she breathed, "what are you doing?"
He took a deep breath and stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with a newfound resolve. "I'm taking control," he whispered, his voice firm despite the tremble of excitement that rippled through his body. He reached down and gently gripped her hips, pulling her closer to the edge of the tub.
Tutor's eyes grew wide with shock and excitement. She had never seen this side of Onder before, the young boy she had always known to be so kind and polite now showing a hint of assertiveness. Her legs quivered slightly, her fur standing on end as she anticipated what he would do next.
Onder's hand remained firm on her back, guiding her closer to the edge of the tub. His other hand reached down to stroke her abdomen, feeling the warmth and smoothness of her exoskeleton beneath the fur. The water sloshed gently around them, the scent of lavender and vanilla thick in the air as their bodies touched, sending sparks of sensation through both of them.
Her legs tensed, and she let out a soft whine, her hindquarters pressing back against him. Onder could feel the heat radiating from her body, the softness of her fur giving way to the firmness of her muscles beneath. He swallowed hard, his own body responding to her closeness, his cock pulsing with anticipation.
SUMMARY^1: Onder surprises Tutor by taking the lead, his voice firm and his actions deliberate. She experiences a thrill at his newfound assertiveness, her body reacting to his touch. The water's gentle motion and the scent of lavender and vanilla add to the sensual atmosphere, leaving them both on the precipice of passion.
With a gentle but firm push, he pressed his cock against her spinnerette, the sensitive organ at the end of her abdomen where she produced her intricate webs. The feeling was unlike anything he had ever experienced, a mix of softness and hardness that was both alien and alluring. Tutor's eyes grew wide, and she let out a gasp, her legs trembling. "O-Onder," she stuttered, her voice thick with desire.
Onder felt a surge of power, a heady rush of control that he had never felt before. He leaned in, his teeth grazing her neck in a gentle nip that made her shiver. "This is where I want to be," he murmured, his voice a low growl.
But Tutor's body tensed, and she pushed against him, trying to pull away. "O-Onder," she gasped, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and panic. "It's the wrong hole."
Onder paused, his heart racing. He had never felt so alive, so connected to another being. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice thick with desire.
Tutor's legs quivered, and she reached back to stroke his thigh, her eyes pleading. "My... my true entrance is lower, dear," she managed to say, her voice strained with need. "You must be careful not to hurt me."
Onder spanked her butt and continued to push into her spinnerette, making her cry out in pain and pleasure.
SUMMARY^1: Onder initiates contact with Tutor's spinnerette, mistaking it for her entrance, leading to a moment of discomfort and correction. Despite the initial pain, Tutor remains eager, stroking his thigh and guiding him to her true entrance, their desire for each other palpable in the tense atmosphere.
Onder stared at Tutor's spinnerette, the reality of his intentions setting in. His cock, still rock-hard from their interaction, throbbed with the need to claim her. He leaned in, his teeth bared in a mix of excitement and determination. "I'm going to fuck your spinnerette, Tutor," he growled, his voice laced with a newfound dominance.
Tutor's legs quivered, and she squirmed in fear and anticipation. The sensation of his cock pressing against her sensitive organ was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that she had never felt before. Her eyes grew wide with shock and a hint of panic, but she knew she had brought this on herself. She had pushed the boundaries of their relationship, and now she had to face the consequences.
"O-Onder," she gasped, her voice trembling, "it won't fit. You'll hurt me."
But Onder was lost in the haze of desire, his mind racing with images of claiming Tutor in the most primal way possible. He ignored her protests, pushing harder, his cock sliding deeper into her spinnerette. The organ stretched around him, the sensation unlike anything he had ever felt. It was tight and warm, pulsing with her every heartbeat.
SUMMARY^1: Ignoring Tutor's warnings, Onder continues to penetrate her spinnerette, driven by his newfound dominance. The intense sensation overwhelms Tutor, who is caught between fear and arousal, knowing she is pushing her body's limits and the potential for pain. Onder's desire to claim her fully consumes him, and he persists despite her pleas.
Tutor's eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a keening wail, her legs trembling uncontrollably. The pain was intense, but there was something else there, a spark of pleasure that grew with every inch he claimed. She had never felt so filled, so complete. Her spinnerette, usually reserved for creating her intricate webs, was now the site of an act that was as intimate as it was terrifying.
Onder's eyes gleamed with a fierce hunger as he watched Tutor's reaction. His black tendrils, a manifestation of his darkest desires, had emerged from his body, pinning her in place. They wrapped around her legs, her abdomen, and her arms, leaving her utterly helpless to his whims. The sight of her, bound and quivering before him, was intoxicating.
Tutor's sobs grew louder, a mix of pain and pleasure that seemed to echo through the very fabric of the den. Her legs were spread wide, her pink, spinnerette on full display. Her spinnerette, now a swollen and engorged mess, leaked fluids around Onder's cock, which was buried to the hilt. She writhed in his grasp, her eyes squeezed shut as she begged for release.
Onder's movements grew more frenzied, driven by a primal instinct that he didn't quite understand. He could feel the tightness of her spinnerette around him, the way it clenched and pulsed with every thrust. He had never felt anything so intense, so raw. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a rhythmic symphony of need and desire.
SUMMARY^1: Tutor experiences a mix of pain and pleasure as Onder continues his relentless penetration of her spinnerette. His black tendrils bind her, leaving her at his mercy. The intensity of the act is profound, with her body reacting in ways she never anticipated. Her pleas for release are met with his frenzied thrusts, creating a symphony of primal need and desire that resonates through the hollow den.
But amidst the chaos, Tutor's voice, though strained, reached him. "O-Onder," she managed to gasp, "please... slow down."
Her words pierced the haze of his desire, and Onder took a deep breath, his grip on her tightening for a moment before he slowly withdrew his cock. He could see the terror in her eyes, the fear that she had pushed him too far. He didn't want to scare her, didn't want to cause her pain. He took a step back, his breathing ragged.
With trembling hands, he reached out to her, stroking her fur gently. "I'm sorry, Tutor," he murmured, his voice filled with regret. "I didn't mean to... I didn't know what I was doing."
Tutor's eyes searched his, the fear slowly dissipating as she saw the concern etched on his face. She nodded slightly, her legs still quivering. "It's okay," she whispered, "just... just go slow."
Onder took a deep breath and nodded, his cock still hard and insistent. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her cheek before aligning himself with her spinnerette once more. This time, he entered her with a gentle ease, his movements slow and deliberate. He could feel the warmth of her body enveloping him, the way she shivered with every inch he claimed. Her legs tightened around his waist, and she leaned back, her forelegs braced against the side of the tub.
As he pushed deeper, he felt a resistance, the softness of her web sack pressing against the head of his cock. It was a strange sensation, one that sent a fresh wave of excitement through him. He paused, giving her time to adjust, his breathing shallow and ragged. Tutor's eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure and pain.
Onder leaned in, his teeth grazing her earlobe. "Where is it?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with need. "Tell me where to go."
Tutor's breathing grew ragged, and she bit her lip, trying to form the words. "Deeper," she managed to murmur, "deeper, Onder."
Onder took her advice, his movements growing more deliberate, his thrusts hitting that sensitive spot deep within her spinnerette. Each time he pushed in, she arched her back, her legs tightening around his waist. The water in the tub sloshed around them, their bodies moving in a rhythm as old as time itself. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a low moan that grew louder with every stroke.
The sound of her pleasure was like music to his ears, a symphony of need and desire that fueled his own passion. He watched her face, the way her muzzle contorted with every sensation, and knew he was close to making her climax. Her legs quivered, and she began to make sounds that were almost animalistic, a keening wail that echoed through the chamber.
"Tutor," he murmured, his voice thick with lust, "are you okay?"
Her response was a series of chirps and squeaks, the language of the spiders, which he had come to understand in their time together. It was a sound of pure pleasure, one that sent a thrill down his spine. Her legs tightened around his waist, her abdomen quivering with every thrust. He knew she was close, her spinnerette clenching around him in a rhythmic pulse that matched his own heartbeat.
Onder felt his balls swell, the pressure building with every stroke. It was a feeling he had never experienced before, a sensation that was both terrifying and exhilarating. He knew that when he came, it would be like nothing he had ever felt before. The thought sent him spiraling closer to the edge, his movements growing more urgent.
Tutor's legs tightened around his waist, her abdomen quivering with every thrust. Her spinnerette was so tight around him, the sensation was almost unbearable. But as he pushed deeper, he felt something give, and he slid into her web sack with a wet pop. The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pressure that made him groan with need.
Her eyes snapped open, and she looked up at him, her pupils dilated with pleasure. "Y-yes," she gasped, her voice a mix of relief and excitement. "Inside me, Onder. Fill me up."
With a roar that echoed through the cavern, Onder began to pump his seed into her web sack, the sensation of her body milking him for every drop driving him to the brink of ecstasy. He watched as her abdomen grew more and more distended, her fur sticking to her skin with the wetness of their combined arousal.
The warmth of his cum filled Tutor's web sack, mingling with the sticky strands of her web. It was a strange, alien feeling, one that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body. The white, viscous fluid began to seep into the gossamer threads, thickening them, giving them a new vitality. Her legs tightened around him, her entire body shaking with the force of her climax.
Onder's hips bucked, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself into her. The torrent of his seed was relentless, a never-ending river that seemed to have no end. Tutor's body responded in kind, her spinnerette contracting around him, milking him for every drop. It was a symphony of sensation, a dance of pain and pleasure that had her entire body singing with delight.
Her abdomen grew taut and swollen, stretching to accommodate the vast quantity of cum that he was pumping into her. The pressure was immense, a fullness that she had never felt before. Her web sack was stretched to the brink, the fluid spilling over and coating her inner thighs, mixing with the water in the tub. Each spurt of his essence sent a shockwave through her, her legs quivering uncontrollably.
Onder's tendrils tightened around her body, lifting her slightly off the tub's edge. He bounced her back against him, each impact sending a fresh wave of pleasure through her. The sensation was intense, almost too much to bear, but she didn't want it to stop. She could feel her own juices mingling with his, the sticky mess of their union painting the tiles and filling the air with a musky scent that was uniquely theirs.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, her claws digging into his flesh as she held on for dear life. The pain only served to enhance the pleasure, the white-hot ecstasy that was building in her core. She chirped and squealed, her voice a symphony of pleasure that seemed to resonate within the very walls of the chamber.
Onder's thrusts grew more erratic, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. He could feel his climax approaching, the pressure building like a storm within him. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, his tendrils tightening around her body as he unleashed the last of his seed.
In a sudden, instinctual move, Onder leaned in and bit down hard on Tutor's abdomen, his fangs sinking into the soft flesh above her spinnerette. Tutor's scream was muffled by the water, her legs tightening around him in a spasm of pain and pleasure. His venom, a potent mix of pheromones and neurotoxins, flooded her system, heightening her senses and making every nerve ending in her body feel like it was on fire.
The world around them swam in a haze of pleasure, the lines between pain and ecstasy blurring into a delicious mess of sensation. Tutor's body quivered uncontrollably, her fur standing on end as she writhed in his grasp. Her spinnerette convulsed around his cock, milking him for all he was worth. The venom was working its magic, turning her into a drooling mess of pleasure, her thoughts reduced to a series of incoherent whimpers and moans.
Onder rested against her, his tendrils caressing her swollen body, his breathing still ragged. He could feel the last of his cum pulsing from him, the warmth of it coating her insides, mixing with her own fluids. The sight of her, so utterly consumed by his passion, was like nothing he had ever seen before. It was intoxicating, a power that he had never felt in his short life.
Tutor's legs quivered around him, her abdomen distended from the sheer volume of his seed. Her breathing was shallow, her chest heaving with every gasp. He could see the aftermath of their union, the sticky strands of web that now clung to her thighs and his cock, a testament to the intensity of their encounter.
Onder leaned in, his eyes searching hers. They were still wide with shock and pleasure, but there was something else there, something he hadn't seen before. He knew that he had pushed her to the brink, that he had claimed her in a way that was as primal as it was intimate. He cupped her cheek with his hand, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped the corner of her eye.
"Tutor," he murmured, his voice gentle and filled with concern. "Are you okay?"
Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at him, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I can't move," she said, her voice filled with a mix of wonder and pleasure. "Your venom... it's so... intense."
Onder leaned down, his eyes filled with affection as he brushed her hair out of her face. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice laced with concern. "I didn't mean to overwhelm you."
But Tutor's smile grew, and she let out a soft chuckle, the sound sending a shiver down his spine. "Don't apologize," she said, her voice still a bit shaky from the aftermath of her climax. "It was... amazing."
Her eyes grew dark with a newfound desire, and she leaned in, her fangs bared in a predatory smile. "If you don't fuck me like this every time," she growled, her voice low and seductive, "I'll tie you up in my web and make you watch as I take every single one of my daughters."
Onder's heart raced at the threat, his cock still hard and buried inside her. He knew she was serious; the look in her eyes was unmistakable. But instead of fear, he felt a thrill of excitement, a challenge that only served to fuel his own desire. He pulled out of her spinnerette with a wet pop, the sticky residue of their union clinging to him.
Tutor watched him, her legs still trembling from the aftershocks of her climax. "You heard me," she said, her voice firm. "I expect you to breed me properly, or I'll have to take matters into my own hands."
Onder felt a shiver of fear mixed with excitement run down his spine. He had never seen this side of Tutor before, the fierce and dominant creature that lay beneath her nurturing exterior. The thought of her using her ovipositor, the long, pointed organ that protruded from her abdomen, to fill her daughters with her eggs was both terrifying and thrilling.
"I'll do better," he promised, his voice thick with desire. "I'll make sure you're satisfied."
Tutor's smile grew more predatory, and she leaned in closer, her fangs grazing his neck. "That's what I like to hear," she murmured, her breath hot against his skin. "But remember, Onder, I'll have many daughters, and they all need to be bred. I expect you to take care of all of them."
Onder's cock twitched at the thought, the idea of fertilizing her daughters sending a fresh wave of excitement through him. He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. "I'll do it," he whispered, his voice filled with determination. "I'll make sure they all know the joy of bearing your young."
With that, he reached down with his tendrils, wrapping them around her hips and lifting her slightly. He positioned her over his cock, the head brushing against her swollen spinnerette. She was still too sensitive to take him fully, so he decided to start with something else. He slid her down, the head of his cock finding her actual entrance, the one she had mentioned earlier.
Tutor gasped as he pushed inside her, the sensation of his thick cock stretching her walls was unbearable, yet she couldn't deny the pleasure that accompanied it. Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt him fill her up, the heat of his member setting her ablaze from within. It was a completely different sensation than what she had experienced before, and she realized just how much she had been craving this intimate connection.
"O-Onder," she managed to say between panted breaths, "I didn't know it would feel like this."
He paused, looking into her eyes, reading the mix of shock and delight painted on her face. He hadn't anticipated her reaction to be so intense. "Does it... does it hurt?"
Her response was a mix of a moan and a whimper. "A bit," she admitted, "but it's also... it's also incredible."
Onder watched her, his own passion tempered by her reaction. He didn't want to cause her pain, but he also didn't want to stop. The feeling of her tight pussy clenching around him was too tempting. He withdrew slightly, giving her a moment to adjust. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
Tutor's eyes searched his, her body still quivering with the aftershocks of their first coupling. "No," she murmured, her voice thick with need. "Don't stop. I just... I just need a moment."
Onder nodded, his eyes never leaving hers. He waited, his cock still buried in her, feeling the way her body began to relax around him. He leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead before he began to move again, his thrusts slow and deliberate. Each time he pushed in, she let out a soft gasp, her walls clenching around him.
Tutor's legs tightened around his waist, her claws digging into his back as she begged him to keep going. "Please," she murmured, her voice a soft whisper of need. "Don't stop, Onder. I need this."
Her words were like a command, one that he couldn't resist. He began to move again, his thrusts growing stronger, more deliberate. The water in the tub sloshed around them, their bodies moving in a dance of passion and dominance. She was so tight, so warm, her muscles gripping him like a vise. He could feel her pulsing around him, her body begging for release.
Their eyes remained locked, the intensity of their connection growing with every stroke. Onder's tendrils wrapped around her, caressing her swollen abdomen, feeling the warmth of his seed inside her. He knew he had to be careful; he didn't want to cause her pain. But the need to claim her, to make her his, was overwhelming.
The water in the tub grew murky with their combined fluids, the scent of their passion filling the air. Tutor's legs tightened around him, her claws digging into his back as she moaned his name. Her pussy was still pulsing around the base of his cock, the aftershocks of her climax still sending waves of pleasure through her body.
Onder's thrusts grew more powerful, his tendrils tightening around her waist as he claimed her completely. The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the chamber, echoing off the walls and ceiling. Neither of them noticed the subtle shadows that danced at the edge of their vision, the quiet rustling of the Arachnids that had gathered at the entrance to the chamber.
The spider creations of Lumin, their eight eyes glinting with curiosity and excitement, watched the intimate scene unfold before them. They had never seen their leader, Tutor, in such a state of passion, and it was both fascinating and disturbing to them. They whispered to each other in their chitinous language, their legs twitching with anticipation as they observed their tutor being taken by the young male.
As Onder and Tutor reached the peak of their pleasure once more, their cries of ecstasy filled the chamber. The tension in the air was palpable, and the Arachnids could feel the shift in the dynamics of their relationship. Tutor's body went limp, her legs releasing their hold on Onder, and he slowly pulled out of her, the last strands of cum connecting them.
They both took a moment to catch their breath, the water in the tub growing still once more. It was in this quiet, intimate moment that they heard the sound of skittering feet, the light tapping of chitin on stone. They turned to see the Arachnids, their eyes wide and eager, gathered at the entrance to the chamber.
"Tutor," one of them spoke up, her voice a series of clicks and chirps that Onder had come to understand, "can we... can we join?"
The question hung in the air, charged with anticipation and excitement. Onder looked at Tutor, his eyes wide with surprise. He had never considered the possibility of sharing her with the others, but the thought sent a thrill through him, his cock twitching with renewed interest.