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It was almost meditative.
Almost.
Hornet took a slow breath, kneeling on the soft rug, eyes closed, allowing Lace to carefully wind the ribbon around her. The conversation leading to her agreement of this had been... charged, to say the least, and now, relaxing into the gentle feeling of the satin on her shell, she was glad to have agreed to it.
Lace hummed a thoughtless tune, looping knots into the latticework of ribbon now crossed over Hornet's shell like a web. Working over her shoulders and down her arms, Lace directed Hornet to cross her forearms behind her, wrist to elbow. An easy enough pose to take, apprehension only crept in as the ribbon was looped around her arms and knotted to hold her there.
As did an ache between her thighs.
The ribbon had already been wound around her hips and legs, crossing over her core, and as Lace pulled the satin tight to allow for further loops, the gentle pressure built a low heat in her belly.
Breathe in...
Breathe out...
Patience was one of her strongest skills. Her mate's enjoyment was worth it, and it was not as though the thin material would hold her should she truly desire to escape.
Lace gave the final knot between Hornet's shoulder blades an experimental tug, humming in satisfaction at her handiwork. An artful display, the crimson satin lay as a web of knots and lines, framing Hornet and constricting her at once, from a loop around her throat to the knots keeping her kneeling. The tension of the ribbon was a constant, gentle pressure, and surprisingly distracting. A shiver worked its way up Hornet's back. She took another steady breath, internally cataloging each knot and how it held her, grateful for the stamina she had honed over the years.
A careful inspection had Lace adjusting how a few of the lines lay against Hornet's shell, the motion sometimes causing the length between her thighs to pull taught and rub in a maddening way. Hornet fought the urge to squirm.
"Perfect. Aren't you cute like that," Lace giggled, circling to stand in front of her, "You look absolutely delicious. I could just eat you up." From where she knelt on the soft rug Hornet angled her head and met Lace's gaze evenly, the dim light of the glowfly lamps playing over her shell.
"I am glad you are enjoying yourself," Hornet replied, slightly breathless. Any attempt to adjust her posture was met with more tension on the ribbon, forcing her to stay still. A tremble ran through her, the ache in her core only growing harder to ignore.
Breathe in...
Lace leaned in to kiss her, hooking her finger through a loop across Hornet's chest and tugging gently. Hornet's breath caught.
"Oh, I am. And it seems you are too," Lace purred, tugging again on the ribbon, "Who would have thought the big, bad spider would enjoy being caught in a web?"
Embarrassed by her response, Hornet looked away and again tried to shift, only to be held fast by the feeling of each knot pulling snug against her shell. Pleasure shot through her at the sensation, pooling liquid heat in her lower belly.
She had not anticipated her reaction, her enjoyment of the situation, and was left fumbling for a response.
"Yes, well, I can certainly understand the appeal of such an act now," Hornet replied, trying and failing to keep her voice neutral, "For how long do you intend to have me like this?" Lace giggled again, cupping Hornet's chin and gently forcing her to face her again, eyes glittering with mirth.
"Why, are you in a hurry to escape?" When Hornet's only answer was a carefully measured breath, Lace continued, "I haven't even started, dear. I've been planning this for so long, it would be a shame to end the fun so early."
With another searing kiss, Lace began slowly tracing her claws over Hornet's shell, starting at her horns and trailing down over her neck, her shoulders, her chest. Shivers erupted in the wake of each gentle caress. She followed the pattern of crimson satin, the ridges and seams of Hornet's shell, lavishing attention on every soft and sensitive part of her body. Hornet's eyes slid closed as she melted into the touch.
Breathe in...
Lace pressed a kiss to her throat, then another, searching out the delicate gaps in her chitin there with her tongue. Hornet swallowed a noise.
Breathe out...
Claws roaming freely, Lace pulled back, focusing on her exploration of Hornet's prone form. She danced her fingertips over a scar along Hornet's side, not yet fully healed and faded, following it to where the satin lay over her chest in an X. She slipped her fingers under the crimson ribbon, the restraints pulled taut to accommodate Lace's claw, intent on following every mark and groove.
The tension left Hornet aching.
Another shiver ran up her back, her breath catching as Lace played over a particularly sensitive spot, fingers soft and frustratingly gentle, her expression ravenous.
The only sounds in the room were Hornet's breathing and Lace's occasional, thoughtless humming. Hornet tried to focus on the melody, to calm her excitement and not rush through this. Lace had said she'd only just begun, and though she was loathe to admit the fact, Hornet wanted to see where she was headed.
With the delicate exploration of Lace's claws, the heat in Hornet's core grew more insistant despite her best efforts, and soon her carefully measured breaths grew harsh and short. Lace giggled, noticing the way she trembled under her touch. Circling to stand behind her, Lace smoothed her fingers over Hornet's straining shoulders, cooing praise. Lace's touch slid down Hornet's arms, over her sides, skipping over the scar she had traced previously, finally squeezing her waist, bending to bury her face against Hornet's neck once more. Hornet twitched again, her thighs quaking with the effort to remain still.
Lace pulled away, playfully instructing Hornet to stay put.
Hornet took the opportunity to try and calm her fraying patience, her heart racing.
Breathe in...
Something metallic sounded from behind her.
Breathe out...
Returning and kneeling before her for easier reach, Lace traced the lines of red over Hornet's legs, her hips, tugging the knot holding the now slick material over her center. Lace smirked seeing it, glancing up to watch Hornet's expression as she gave the knot another experimental tug.
Hornet grunted, swallowing hard. Unconsciously, she tried to move, searching for more friction or less or something, tension coiled tight through every inch of her, only for her restraints to tighten once more with the attempt.
With another shiver, Hornet's eyes fluttered open for a moment, catching the look of heated concentration on Lace's face. Definitely planning something, though Hornet couldn't concentrate long enough to figure out what it might be. Thinking through the haze of desire in her brain proved near impossible now.
Noticing her stare, Lace winked, giving the knot over Hornet's lower belly a more forceful tug, pulling the crossed ribbon tight over her core. Choking on a moan, Hornet's eyes shut again, trembling.
Leaning away slightly, Lace murmured to Hornet to hold still. Hornet could do little but comply, held fast by her handiwork.
Only to jerk as Lace pulled the slick length of ribbon away from her core, the material replaced by the slide of cold metal pressing against her. Hornet's eyes flew open and she looked down to see the curled pommel of Lace's pin resting between her thighs, the smooth, rounded hilt of the blade now pressed tight against her body by the satin framing her hips.
Hornet looked at Lace in disbelief.
"You are not serious."
Lace batted her eyes at her, playing innocent. "What? You are well clear of the point, and I've always wanted to see you writhing on my pin. Where's your sense of adventure, spider? Live a little," Lace giggled, walking her fingers up Hornet's middle to rest on her chest. Hornet tried to straighten, the motion pulling on her restraints and causing the hilt of Lace's pin to slide along her center, its point digging into the floor behind her. The sensation sent a bolt of heat through her and Hornet bit off a groan, her thoughts scattering and robbing her of her response.
Catching her chin, Lace gave her a smug look, revelling in the frustrated arousal on Hornet's face.
"If you cannot handle it and wish for me to free you, all you need to do is say so," Lace purred, tweaking one of Hornet's delicate pedipalps. Trembling with need, Hornet said nothing, only turning to nibble Lace's thumb, too stubborn to admit how much she enjoyed this.
"That's what I thought," Lace giggled, standing, "If you're not going to use your words though, you might as well put your mouth to use elsewhere." Stepping forward and gripping Hornet's horns, she angled her towards her center. Catching the hint, Hornet leaned in, the motion grinding Lace's pin against her again. She swallowed the desperate sound that threatened to escape her throat, instead busying her self between Lace's Silken thighs.
Hornet worked with purpose, following familiar seams and threads with her tongue and pedipalps, feeling Lace twitch and gasp above her. Unsurprisingly, the act of playing with her had worked Lace into a lather, and she moaned shamelessly in relief, bucking her hips. Frustrating them both, she refused to keep still. Without the use of her claws, the motions of Lace's hips had Hornet trying to adjust her position to keep contact, the ribbon tightening once more, forcing her against the now warm, slick metal of Lace's pin.
Unable to stop herself, Hornet muffled a groan into Lace's body, her hips twitching of their own volition, seeking more pressure to relieve the desperate ache in her core.
Her grip tight on Hornet's horns, Lace rode her face, not caring that every rough movement echoed down the latticework of ribbon tied around Hornet's shell, rubbing Lace's pin against her without rhythm. Singlemindedly seeking her own release, she pushed and pulled, guiding Hornet's head and body for a better angle, for more pressure, for less. The hilt of Lace's pin ground mercilessly against her core whenever she would try to chase Lace's body with her tongue, every shift and twitch betraying her.
Trembling, Hornet panted, trying to focus on her task and failing to ignore the pressure of the ribbon on her shell, the throb between her legs, the slick heat coating the metal of Lace's pin.
She was beginning to feel the strain of the restraints, her shoulders tense, her legs beginning to burn with the exertion of holding her position. Hoping to alleviate the feeling, Hornet shifted slightly, groaning as the ribbon constricted her, pulling tight.
Discomfort warred with her arousal, heightening both.
Moaning, Lace tugged her horns again, all but collapsed over her now, grinding against Hornet's mouth. Suffused in the feel and scent of her Silk, Hornet mindlessly followed Lace's movements, keeping contact with her as though she would suffocate without it. The angle she was forced into pressed the hilt of Lace's pin agonizingly into Hornet's core, each twitch bumping her closer, closer, until-
With a strangled cry, Hornet came, the slick metal grinding against her as she shook from the force of it. Stars dotted behind her eyes, overstimulated yet unfulfilled, hunting for more, more, rutting against the hilt of Lace's pin as best as her limited mobility allowed. Her desperate movements knocked the point loose of the floor, and no longer able to brace against the hilt fully, the pressure was frustratingly inconsistent.
Unable to properly ride out the waves of pleasure, she was forced to simply endure, trembling and twitching, burying her face against Lace's quaking thigh and panting.
As the aftershocks eased, the presence of the metal against her remained, merciless. Her body trembled, and unable to get away, Hornet whined, oversensitive, too far gone to be ashamed.
Lace laughed above her, sounding out of breath.
"That was quick. I didn't think you would be so worked up. After all, you're just sitting there," Lace teased, her voice breathy. Legs shaking, Lace straightened, tilting Hornet's face to look at her again. She giggled at the sight.
Eyes unfocused and slack-jawed, all Hornet could do was stare up at her, trying to catch her breath. She twitched against her restraints, and the slide of Lace's pin against her body drew out another helpless sound. Watching with lidded eyes, Lace petted over Hornet's mask, her horns, anything she could reach from her position above, cooing.
She did not move to untie her, nor remove her pin from where it pressed into Hornet's center.
Turning to bury her face against Lace's palm, Hornet quaked, another desperate, animal noise clawing its way out of her throat. Every slight shift was so much, the web of satin over her shell sparking every nerve in her body, the constant, inescapable slide of Lace's pin against her oversensitive core too much to endure. Not enough friction to make her come again but too much to allow her to relax, keeping her arousal at a fever point.
Lace pulled her to straighten her posture for a kiss, every crimson line of satin pulling tight.
Hornet's frayed patience snapped.
Overestimulated nearly to the point of pain, Hornet summoned a whirl of Silk, cutting the ribbon free of her body. Lace's pin thudded onto the rug below before being kicked away with a flick of Hornet's hindclaw.
She surged forward, gripping Lace's hips and returning to pleasuring her with renewed, ravenous focus.
Lace yelped, her surprise quickly turning to sounds of delight as Hornet worked over her threads. Her fangs brushed over sensitive seams, working her tongue and pedipalps against delicate threads, intent on repaying her in full.
Writhing, Lace gripped her shoulders, her horns, crying out Hornet's name like a prayer. Hornet adjusted her grip, focusing on every sound, every twitch, pursuing Lace's climax like prey. The scent of her was intoxicating, the feel of her Silk around her head, under her tongue, making the ongoing ache of her arousal spike once more. Lace's legs shook from the focused attentions, barely holding her up.
Hornet took advantage of the angle, tilting her head so that Lace's own weight forced herself down on Hornet's tongue.
Finally, helplessly, Lace came with a cry, sobbing in relief. Hornet didn't let up, continuing her ministrations until Lace squealed for mercy, trying to squirm away. She shoved weakly at Hornet's horns, and Hornet chuckled, the sound rumbling in her chest.
Collapsing into Hornets lap, Lace rested her head on Hornet's shoulder, curled in her arms and trembling as she came down from the high. Hornet nuzzled the side of her head.
In the quiet of the room, only illuminated by the dim shine of the glowfly lights, the two remained tangled together, basking in each other's company. Hornet's racing heart slowed. The ache in her limbs eased.
The echoing throb between her legs did not.
After a time, Lace picked up a scrap of the crimson ribbon from where it lay on the rug, huffing, "I can't believe you would ruin my hard work so callously. I quite liked seeing you wrapped up like a present, spider dearest." Hornet hummed in assent, eyeing the shred of satin.
"Perhaps next time you should use a stronger material then, if you wish for it to hold me," Hornet murmured. Lace rocked back to look at her, eyes alight with mischief.
"Next time? Oho, you did enjoy that, didn't you? How scandalous!" Lace giggled, delighted. Lifting her claw, Hornet nibbled Lace's fingertips, giving her a heated look.
"Indeed, I will not pretend otherwise. Though you cannot say you didn't also." Hornet adjusted her grip, pushing Lace back onto the soft rug below them. Bracing herself over Lace, Hornet nuzzled along her throat, grazing her fangs over the delicate threads there.
Lace squeaked.
"Cute that you would believe I've finished with you, though," Hornet murmured, righting herself and straddling Lace's thigh, hooking Lace's other leg over her hip, "as you said, it would be a shame to end this evening so early." Pulling her in, Hornet slotted their bodies together, hip to hip, pressing into Lace with a huff. Lace arched, gasping, eyes wide as she scrambled to grasp at Hornet's thighs.
"H-hey! I'm still quite sensitive, you know! Be gentle!" Betraying herself, Lace rocked against Hornet's hips.
Releasing a shuddering breath, Hornet gripped Lace's thigh, bracing herself, and ground down against her, the slick of her arousal spreading between them. She adjusted their position slightly until a shock of pleasure shot up her back and settled as liquid heat in her core. Rolling her hips experimentally, pleased with their fit, she repeated the action once, twice, again.
Lace whined, writhing beneath her. "Ah, it's so much! I- nngh- I can't-"
Finding a rough rhythm, Hornet leaned forward, narrowing her eyes on Lace.
"How," thrust, "do you think," thrust, "I felt," thrust, "with your pin," thrust, "driving me mad." She punctuated the final word with a forceful roll of her hips.
Lace, beyond listening, moaned helplessly, head fallen back and arching into each grinding thrust. She had raised an arm to brace above her head, eyes shut and mouth open.
Hornet watched her with no small amount of satisfaction, bucking her hips in pursuit of her own pleasure.
The act was messy, artless, animalistic. Hornet rutted against Lace, grunting, chasing relief from the ongoing ache of her unfulfilled arousal. Too much and not enough, she increased her pace, breathing hard. Every motion of her hips sent pleasure arcing up her back. Slick arousal coated her thighs, Lace's threads, enough to embarrass her in any other circumstance. Well beyond caring now, she used it to her advantage, grinding down.
Lace, never one to be quiet, took the act in stride, moaning praises and encouragement as she writhed beneath her. Leaning forward, pressing Lace's leg closer to her shoulder, Hornet increased the pressure, the new angle scattering her thoughts to pure instinct.
Her hips bucked, a staccato rhythm, chasing a climax that continued to hover just out of reach.
Beneath her, Lace fell to pieces, coming with a sharp cry, her head thrown back in ecstasy. Hornet watched her writhe, beastly instincts coaxed by the sight, and with a growl she finally followed suit, her orgasm crashing over her, blindingly strong. Free of her restraints to ride it out, she rutted against Lace's soft shell, panting, focused only on the sensations in her shell and the delicate curve of Lace's throat.
Finally, the aftershocks wound down. Slowing, trembling from exertion and relief, Hornet allowed her head to fall forward, relaxing her hold on Lace's thigh. Her eyes slid closed as she caught her breath, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.
Lace wiggled beneath her, impatient.
"Eww, we're so sticky now. You fleshy bugs are disgusting," Lace groused with no genuine complaint. She gathered some of the lingering slick on her fingers, making a face as though she had never experienced it before. Hornet huffed a laugh, finding the energy to untangle herself from Lace.
"Give me a moment and I'll run us a bath," she replied, rolling to flop onto her back. The rug below was soft against her shell, the dim lighting peaceful. Closing her eyes again, Hornet basked in the moment and the lingering buzz of endorphins. Sitting up beside her, Lace eyed Hornet, her eyes glittering mischievously.
"If you do not fall asleep first," she teased.
"Mmmn," Hornet hummed, smiling.
"Aren't you glad now that you agreed to this?"
"Mmhm."
"How about I run us that bath, before I stain," Standing on shaky legs, Lace turned to walk away, "Next time, don't make such a mess." Seeing her pin, discarded to the side in the heat of the moment, she moved to retrieve it, inspecting the blade carefully.
Hornet shifted, eyeing the weapon carefully.
"Next time, if you wish to make use of your blade against me in such a way, I cannot guarantee I will be so patient with you." There was warning in her tone. Lace tilted to look over her shoulder at Hornet, unrepentant.
"Do you promise?"