Bishop nodded. He stepped closer, reaching behind me to loosen the webbing that bound my hands. He did not release me, only loosened the strands so I could wiggle a bit more in the bonds. As he leaned against me, I felt the inviting heat from his body. There was no scent to him, no usual male cologne or musky scent.
As he leaned back he paused, looking down at me with a fond expression. His mandibles twitched and he leaned closer, wrapping his mandibles around my head and opening the way for his lips to press against mine. I was too stunned to notice when his tongue brushed against my lips, and my mouth opened of its own will as I gasped. I groaned as he claimed my mouth with his, the deep want in his kiss flowing through my body, making my legs flex to try and cause friction to my aching clit. I could feel the tip of his mandibles pressing against my scalp. They were fuzzy like his body, and the fine hairs caressed my cheeks.
He pulled away, his mandibles releasing my head as he ducked down to lick a line up my neck. His body vibrated, a satisfied growl rumbling in his chest, as he breathed in the smell of me. My head fell back, luxuriating in the feel of his tongue against my flushed skin.
“Home,” he sighed.
“We can’t . . .” I panted. “I can’t . . . my legs have to open.”
His many eyes moved over me, and he reached for the button on my jeans. My eyes widened as he undid the button, pulled down the zipper, and in one quick move pulled my pants down to my bound ankles.
“Wait,” I pleaded.
He glanced at me before leaning down, his fingers moving up my bare thigh.
“You are very warm,” he noted, looking at my bare lower half with fascination.
“So are you,” I breathed.
I felt the goosebumps rising on my skin from how light his fingers were caressing me. Those fingers worked their way across my inner thigh, brushing over the hair covering my mound. Just the thought of his touch moving a bit higher, delving into me, made my squirm.
Rearing back, his two front legs unbound the webbing at my ankles, causing my legs to dangle in the air. He removed my pants and dropped them on the ground as his hands reached back to undo the bindings at my wrists.
“Can I see all of you?” he asked.
I nodded as his arms supported my weight, placing me gently on the ground. His legs removed the last of the webbing from my body, and I looked up at him as he watched me with the same fond expression.
He was a whole head taller than me. If he was expecting for us to have sex, I was not even certain how it was meant to be done. As far as I could see, he was not wearing clothing and there were no apparent sexual organs. Where was his dick? I liked spiders, but I was not an expert on them. I had no idea how it was they mated. And were spider-monster rituals the same as normal spiders?
His hands reached for the hem of my shirt, and I lifted my arms as he pulled it from my body. He stared at my sky blue, lacy bra for a moment, before leaning down and reaching to unclasp it.
“You are good at that,” I noted.
“I know how human clothes work,” he smirked.
I smiled, not able to help it. Now that my pants were gone, I could feel the moisture starting to seep down my inner thighs. I scanned his body, looking for any sense of where it was his penis was hiding.
“Do you want to stay down here?” he asked. “It may be more comfortable in my nest.”
“Nest?”
He pointed to the white orb of webbing at the top of the tent. I had never been a fan of heights, and I was certain I was not agile enough to not fall through the webbing itself.
“Down here.”
He nodded. His arms wrapped around my waist and he hoisted me up. I squeaked as my legs wrapped around his middle. My arms went around his neck and he smiled. The soft hair covering his torso felt nice against my heated skin, and I ran my hand down his chest, feeling the warmth of him pressed against my body. He let out a low sigh, his eyes closing as he pressed his brow against mine. Something shifted between my legs. A knob of tension pushed against my entrance.
“How do we do this?” I asked, giving in to the sensations moving through my body.
He reached up and removed one of the arms wrapped around his neck, pulling it down to feel along his body. His hand covered mine as he pressed it against a spot on his lower torso, not far from where his human side turned into a spider. I felt the bulge there, the hard knot that had pressed against my pussy.
“It comes out here,” he said. “And the rest is the same as what you do with human males.”
I looked down, pressing my hand more firmly against the knot. Bishop gasped as I put more pressure, rubbing the spot and trying not to laugh at the idea of a genie being rubbed out of a bottle. After a few strokes, a slit opened, releasing a gray nub that grew and stretched as it touched the open air.
My mouth went dry as I watched his penis appear. It was long, thick, and a grayish shade that matched the streaks of gray in his hair. The head was more pointed than the ones I had seen before, and the sight of it made my arousal ramp up even more.
“I will try to be slow,” he said, eyeing me as I stared in wonder at his cock. “But I cannot make any promises.”