Chapter 177 – Entangled

Chapter 177 – Entangled

For a few seconds, I do nothing but stare at the ethereal face of the pale beauty poking out from under the covers. Then, I realise that I shouldn’t be as surprised about hearing Hecate’s soft voice. It can’t really be helped. My brain is still locked on the notion of her being pretty much mute and illiterate, even though I just recall her trying to speak when I jumped here for a short Heart Swap during our journey.

Besides uttering that single, sweet word, my loyal spidergirl doesn’t say anything else. She looks back at me with the usual neutral expression, which only makes the scene so much more adorable. The only issue lies in her pleasantly chilly body pressing onto me from above, and in turn, a certain part of me brushing against the now fully recovered plump insides of her thighs. And possibly, something a little higher too.

Trying to shove aside the vivid imagery of our position under the sheets out of my mind, I slowly sit up while wrapping one arm around Hecate’s slim waist. The covers slowly slide off her shoulders as we both rise and fully reveal her lithe frame. Naturally, she is now no longer pressed into my chest so her own petite front enters my sight, from the gentle swell at the top to the alluring valley disappearing at the bottom. I do my best to take control of my body and make sure nothing is actively poking her from underneath.

“Hello there.” I smile warmly at her as she sits on my thighs with her hands resting on top of them between us. “It’s been a while. I hope you were a good girl while I was gone, were you?”

“Were.” Hecate graces me with a tiny nod and a single word again.

“I’m glad to hear that.” I can’t stop myself from bringing my palm up to her face and delicately caressing her beautiful cheek. “What do I owe this pleasure of you waking me up? Do you perhaps need something from me or were you just feeling lonely?”

“Request,” she replies calmly. “Promise.”

“Request?” I furrow my brows at her as I try to decipher her brief messages. “Ah. Your request. Your reward for behaving while I was gone. Right. Well, if you came to speak your wishes, I’m all ears. Which means that I’m listening in case that phrase confuses you. I should probably ask around about what you’ve been up to but I’m fairly sure that’s unnecessary. I trust that you’ve been good for me.”

“Catch criminals. Assassinate bad guys. Save people.” Hecate lists what must be her achievements or usual schedule.

“Yeah, I probably really should talk to the others about this.” I chuckle to myself. “Not that you did anything wrong, of course. It was me who nudged you in that direction and I’m proud if you did all that. I would just like to receive a few more details on your time outside the mansion, preferably from someone more well-spoken.”

I have no doubt that her mental communication would be not much different from how she talks so I would rather not put too much strain and effort on the silent girl when I can just ask someone else.

“Anyway.” I ruffle through her short white hair. “Do you have anything in mind for your request?”

Hecate extends her arms toward me, partially past my sides with how close to each other we are sitting, in a motion that mirrors a kid wanting to be picked up. She then gazes into my eyes with her ominous but charming pure black three pairs.

“Take me,” she requests.

“Pardon?” I raise a brow at her in moderate confusion.

Does she want me to carry her around for the day or something like that? I mean, it wouldn’t be that surprising with how clingy she’s been with me since day one. This certainly could feel like a step forward from just stalking me from behind her reality-bending threads. I just hope it doesn’t mean we will have to parade naked once more, hah.

“Mate.” Hecate interrupts my musings with another hint.

“Mate?” I ask, refocusing on her charming visage.

“Take me. Mate.” She repeats it together.

“Ah.” It finally clicks.

“I want to... Master... Feel good...” She adorably tries to form a sentence while clearly rummaging through her mind for the correct words.

“What have those women been teaching you...” I sigh lightly while shaking my head and gently bring her arms back down. “Listen. You don’t have to use your hard-earned request, and neither your own body, to make me feel good. You don’t have to listen to them and give yourself to me, alright? I really need to have a talk with Elea and the others about what kind of things they are focusing on during your classes...”

As I finish moving her arms to their natural position, she grabs my wrist and gives it a firm squeeze, showing the faintest shake of her head I’ve ever seen.

“No. Want. Mate. Hecate. Master. Likes.” She holds me in her grasp while staring at me intently.

I stare back at her in silence for a little while and sigh once more. “Do you even know what you are talking about?”

“Sex,” she answers, dragging my hand to her chest and placing my palm over her modest breast. “Feel good.”

“Yeah, the subject ratio of what you are learning is definitely skewed.” I smirk at her but she doesn’t really react to it. “Elea has been drilling all of this into you, hasn’t she? Just like she converted those girls into my excited devotees who dream about getting railed by their leader. Be honest.”

She doesn’t reply immediately and I’m not sure if she is hesitating or just looking for more words to respond to my inquiry properly.

“No. Elea teach good. Speaking. Writing. Talking to people. World. Humans. Cities.” Hecate squeezes my wrist a bit harder. “I was... curious. I was... get closer. Be good girl. I want. Not told. Me.”

I have to say, watching her struggle to explain herself properly is literally melting my heart into a warm, gooey puddle. With her calm, serene, neutral face with somewhat sharp features, the awkward way she expresses herself with so much determination is just unimaginably adorable. It’s hard not to immediately give this sweet girl whatever she wants.

But, it’s exactly because she is so sweet and pure on the inside that I can’t instantly jump at her without second thoughts.

“I see.” I nod at her, using my free hand to brush her side since I don’t want to try and pry my locked one from her hold in case she takes that as me rejecting her affection. “It seems like you’ve been learning hard. Did you perhaps learn more about what or who you are?”

She nods back cutely. “Arachne. Unusual. Human female like. Can sex.”

I snicker a bit. She just had to add that last part.

“And what am I to you right now? Your previous... leader... said I’m your queen. Are you doing this because it is your duty to make your queen feel good?” I ask her softly.

“No. No queen. No tribe.” Her head swivels from side to side with a bit more force and she points at me. “You. Master. Friend. No duty. Want. Happy. Me.”

My eyes wander to the solid grip she holds on my wrist. I guess it’s enough proof of her no longer mindlessly following my orders and my best interest or else she wouldn’t be able to show this much independence and defiance.

“Alright. You can let go of my hand now. You’ve proven your point.” I smile at her reassuringly and her face tilts to her chest.

She quickly releases my wrist and looks back up. “Sorry.”

That evokes another chuckle from me. The fact that she’s been holding onto me somewhat unconsciously, unaware of the little squeezes she’s been making, just further shows how far she’s gotten on the road of becoming more of a person rather than a caged, enslaved monster.

“No need to apologise.” I start caressing her side again, running my fingers up and down her smooth, alabaster skin. “I’m really happy to see you getting a bit emotional. You’ve made a lot of progress while I was out. I should be the one apologising to you. I promised to help you with that and yet I wasn’t there.”

“No,” she interrupts me. “Master. Busy. Organised. Others. To help. Good help.”

“If you say so.” I smile at her understanding words. “Does that mean you won’t be sneaking after me literally everywhere from now on?”

No reply comes as she looks at me with the same blank expression. But, her deep black eyes betray how big of an internal turmoil my words have put her in and I let out an honest laugh. It’s great that she is conflicted about this. She’s finally starting to think for herself. For her own desires and benefits.

“I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer that. And I don’t really mind you watching over me all the time. You can continue doing that. Just promise that you will listen when we tell you not to do that at specific points of time in the future, alright?” I tap her thigh reassuringly a few times.

“Yes. Promise.” She makes a more lively nod.

“Great. Now, I’ll have to catch up with what you’ve already learned and are learning about so that I can insert myself into your program. I would love to begin right away, but I literally have no idea where you are. I don’t want to talk about silly, simple stuff and make you feel like I’m treating you like a child. I know first-hand how mature you are.” My gaze involuntarily wanders down for a second and then back up to her enchanting face.

I meant it mentally but it’s kind of hard not to mention the physical aspects too. While moderate to some extent, they definitely can make a thing or two rise in a single breath. Especially from up close and personal. Without my very specific abilities, the sight of the little dip and line below her fit tummy would have towering consequences.

“But, if you are serious about this, I think we can start with a more practical lesson,” I continue, taking both of her hands into mind and holding them between us. “I’m going to ask for the last time and won’t ever bother you with this again. You want to mate with me and feel good together?”

“Yes. I want to mate and feel good together,” she repeats a major part of my sentence but it’s kind of sweet of an attempt to answer. “Want. Not duty.”

My tongue explores Hecate’s chilly passage as I lap up her delicious nectar. She might not be showing it openly, but I can tell that she is quickly reaching her limit too. Her insides clench around my muscle now and then as her pussy squeezes me lovingly, urging me to do more. Having the same idea, I move one hand higher and begin caressing her clit with my fingers while the two digits from the other one slip into her leaking opening.

A slightly sharper gasp escapes Hecate’s plump lips as her butt jolts up a little. I chuckle to myself and hold back from pushing my fingers all the way in, only tickling the beginning of her frosty channel. We will use something else for the farther areas soon.

“Master...” Hecate manages between her quickening breaths. “Cum...”

“Yes, come on, cum. All the way.” I double my efforts with an immediate response.

“Cum... Cum... Cum, cum, cum, cummmmmmmmmmmmm!”

She finally enters her high and gushes nectar at my lips a little more. Her lithe frame shivers softly while held up by tens if not hundreds of threads and we fortunately do not come crashing down onto the bed amidst her orgasm. It looks like she is able to keep them in check even while cumming.

I stroke her pussy lovingly while waiting for Hecate to recollect herself fully. She meets my eyes and slowly climbs up with her hands grabbing invisible strings of steel-like silk. Then, she falls into my lap and hugs me from the front, squashing my member to her belly. My arms are still free so I hug her back and present my sweet spider mate with a delicate kiss. We chase each other’s lips for a brief moment before drawing back.

“Would you like me to take the lead or...?” I raise a curious brow at the calm girl.

“Both,” she answers right away. “Like both. Master?”

“I’m fine with either too.” I chuckle lightly. “Since it’s supposed to be your reward, let’s have you start.”

I receive a faint nod and she glances down at our nether regions. Resting her palms atop my shoulders, Hecate moves to a crouch and places her feet on the sides, opening up her legs quite wide. Of course, she steps onto more threads which makes it look like she is crouching on empty air in front of my dick.

Giving her a small peck on her faintly flushed cheek, I watch her lower herself onto me. My tip kisses her lower lips for a second or two before Hecate pushes it in with her mouth parting for a silent sigh. She descends onto me bit by bit and we observe my cock disappearing into her chilly and snug channel until the very base.

“You feel perfect, my cute little spider,” I whisper into her ear.

“Feel good. Inside,” she whispers back and pulls her hips up with a more vocal sigh. “Like. Warm.”

For a little while, Hecate repeatedly moves her waist up and down to impale herself on my member and get used to the pleasant motion of having her pussy stroked from the inside. Her adorable breathing grows more intense and I catch a few barely audible whines escaping her silent throat. It urges me to draw more of them out and I start nibbling on her shoulder and neck.

Somehow, it makes it harder for her to ride me and she slows down a bit. I would like to help with that but I’m all stiff again, not just between my legs. Fortunately, it’s not necessary as the crafty Arachne figures out the solution to her troubles with the usual answer.

Threads.

She hooks her fingers over another line going by our heads and pulls it down. I gasp in surprise as my own hips rush forward and my pelvis smacks into her butt from the sudden thrust. Hecate wraps one arm around my neck for more stability and keeps drawing on the string repeatedly, which in turn makes me slam into her pussy like a swing.

Damn, she is smart and skilled.

“Mmmm... Mmmmm... Mmmmm...”

Her sweet whines finally grow loud enough to be enjoyed fully without straining my hearing. Naturally, the noise of her folds smacking into my underbelly joins the cacophony of lewd sounds as her pussy leaves wet kisses on my skin with each slam. I sigh into her neck as her tight passage grips me firmly with each shove, parting with my cock very reluctantly as it drags back through the firm grip of her soft walls.

“Don’t hold back. Go as hard as you want.” I bite gently into her collarbone.

“Mmmmm!” Hecate lets me hear another delicious moan and speeds up my thrusts.

At this point, she is yanking the string down like it’s a whistle on those old locomotives. My cock hammers her pretty flower relentlessly as loud slapping fills the room and bits of her chilly love juices splatter our bodies, dripping down onto the sheets.

As she comes closer to another orgasm judging by the increasing grip around my member, I can feel more leeway in my arms again and quickly wrap them around her slim figure. Hecate turns her face to me and I steal her lips as my hands roam over her back, cupping her jiggly butt and caressing her smooth sides, rarely brushing against the swell of her petite breasts from behind.

Her quiet but powerful voice reverberates in my own throat as she finally trips over the cliff of her pleasure and she tugs the string as much as she can, driving my cock into her pulsing passage as far as she can. My palms press onto her bottom and slam her hips down too, releasing my seed into her furthest depths, jet after jet. We exchange loving kisses while riding our respective orgasms, which in her case makes the ominous spikes tremble even more than her lithe frame.

Hecate pulls away first and glances down, stroking her tummy with one of her spider legs. “Full. Seed. Hot. Feel good.”

“As it should.” I peck the side of her forehead.

She then looks up at me. “Master. Take me. You. Feel good.”

I watch her climb off my lap and take a few steps to the back over empty air, almost as if she is hovering a few feet above the bed. Hecate then watches me calmly and waits. Our joint nectars drip down her slender thighs but she cares not for her exposed body.

“I already did feel good a lot, but I guess I’ll oblige.” I flash her a warm smile. “Though, how do I...?”

“Walk. Move.” She gestures around with her hand, brushing against numerous thin lines. “Me. Control. Master. Act.”

Nodding as if I’ve fully understood her explanation, I try to stand up. I do so without any issues and realise that I’m stepping on the air too. Somehow, no matter how I move or what I do, I don’t get entangled in the countless webs. At the same time, whenever I take a step forward, I place my foot on them positioned at a perfect angle to play the role of invisible ground.

Hecate lets herself fall to the back as I approach her in the air and run my hands along her smooth sides. I cup her breasts as she angles herself at an almost lying position again by operating her threads with her six spider legs. They twitch and pull on threads whenever either of us makes any movements.

I can’t imagine how skilled she has to be with those to make it work for both of us at once.

As I lean forward to join our lips together, her normal legs wrap themselves around my waist. I line up my tip with her dripping entrance and make a firm thrust since we’ve already been through a bit. She whines quietly into my mouth as I plunge deep into the spidergirl’s embrace and start my fully independent motions. She doesn’t boost my thrusts with her threads anymore. It’s just pure swinging of my hips and hammering of my cock into her tight little hole.

Well, plus the fact that we are literally fucking in the air above the bed at an unusual angle.

But that only makes it more exciting as I pound into my silent guardian gently but firmly, enjoying her occasional moans and sighs of pleasure. Her hands rake over my back and hair, pushing me more into her yearning, welcoming embrace. She clearly urges me to go harder and I naturally oblige.

Hecate’s body swings back and forth on her threads as I rail her without holding back. Our loud smacking echoes from the walls in my spacious master bedroom. With her small breasts, they don’t really jump around from my thrusts, but they don’t have to. I love the sight of her modest bosom jiggling delicately under my fingers as I tease her nipples.

But, when my hands move to her hips and drag her into my hammering even stronger, Hecate finally slips with her control. I hear the characteristic but super quiet thwang of a string getting free and vibrating from the accumulated tension as we lurch forward a bit.

“Mmmmmmhhhhhhmmmmmmm!”

The motion drives my cock even further into her precious lily as Hecate hastily regains her balance. I didn’t even notice one of her hands shooting to the side and clutching another thread to save us. She’s so fast and capable.

While we haven’t crashed into the bed or the ground, this little event positioned her at something like forty-five degrees down, with her alluring bottom and the enticing valley between her legs pointing up. Our eyes meet and I smirk at the spidergirl, starting to slam into her tight channel with renewed vigour, making full use of this new angle.

“Mmmmm! Mmmmm! Mmmmm! Master!”

“Cum for me,” I command her and she explodes immediately.

“Mmmmmmmmmmhhmmmmmmm!”

I follow right after her and smack my pelvis into her with the mightiest thrust, releasing a sea of milky white liquid flooding her snug insides. We keep staring at each other for the entire duration of our peaks and I adore her heavily rising and falling chest as she gasps for air. Hecate yanks another line and her body floats up to press into mine. She observes my face for a few seconds, pecks my cheek, and snuggles to my neck, surrounding me with her spider legs in a loving and protective manner.

A quiet chuckle escapes my lips as I do the same for her. “I love you too, my precious little spider.”

The door to the room opens and I glance towards it, noting the arrival of my lovely wives. They walk inside with smiles on their faces and Shino curiously peeks from behind Cornelia with her eyes sparkling at the two of us hovering in the air while still united. No doubt she was very much looking forward to seeing Hecate use her threads for this.

Oh well. I guess everyone is finally here and nothing else should distract us from taking a peek at my progress.

Unless they are the distraction.