Chapter One Hundred Four - Actually Shoving Off [R18. Most definitely R18. I have no idea how this could not be R18.]

"A banquet of teasing, a feast of foreplay, a five-fold course of caresses.

Dig in."

– Virtual sex service ad, February 2056

 

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Leah's hips lifted slightly and her abs clenched as the phantom of Tinea's fuzzy tail slid from the swell of her breast down across her belly, and a little lower. Again.

She was steaming inside her suit. Completely and utterly scorched. Again.

Leah opened her real eyes, and there were two screens playing on the inside of her pod.

On the left was the feed of one of the spy-sats directly overhead, which she was watching for the perfect moment to move: when the clouds would be shoved aside and the facility—and thus her spider—would be visible.

On the right was a view of Daddy-Long-Legs' interior. Of Tinea, all tied down in her own rope.

Who was secretly grinning and smirking, thinking that Leah couldn't see her through her cot. Thinking the pod's cameras were her only eyes inside.

But Leah would get her revenge. Later. Yeah. Tinea's tail was descending again, snaking another slow, sinuous, teasing touch from the top of the pod to its bottom.

Leah carefully breathed through the gentle feathering caress from her brows, across her eyes and lips, down her throat, up and over her breasts with a tickling of her nipples that forced a shivering gasp, lower past her ribs and navel across her pubic region, and continued with playful, fuzzy kisses along her vulva and down her hips.

If she'd still had her natural arms and legs, her fingers and toes might have had white knuckles so hard would she have been clenching them.

Leah shuddered, her mind split between trying to control the reactions of her real body, and feverishly controlling the motions of the spider, so it would show as little of her agitation as she could manage.

Any moment, now, Leah. Ypsilon's mature voice rang through her mind, and the chiming clarity dragged Leah's attention back onto the left window.

She saw the streaks of twelve heavy, metal rods riding comet trails through the atmosphere, somewhere far above and away from Daddy-Long-Legs, yet so fast that they'd bridge the distance in only seconds.

Leah doggedly tracked the incoming projectiles as more teasing touches and tickling strokes from Tinea caressed her skin. Little tongues of fire licked particularly sensitive spots, and she almost moaned with the reflexive contractions of her muscles as they pushed against her diaphragm.

She couldn't quite stop the spider from vibrating, and the physics on display in the right screen were extremely distracting, making it awfully hard to stay focused.

In the last few seconds before impact, the light, ghostly touches of Tinea's tail transformed into a firm hug around her waist instead. Leah let herself relax a little and drew a breath now that her skin and genitals weren't being teased anymore, yet the lifting brain-fog only revealed the finer details of her own arousal to her. The liquid wetness below, the heaving of her breasts with every panting inhalation.

Her gaze jumped to the right monitor again, where Tinea's entire body was rigidly suspended in her silken ropes with big, wide eyes. Leah couldn't help but notice all the little jiggles from the spider's tremors and the silk strings' vibrations. Or from Tinea's own rapid breathing.

It was an incredibly arousing vision, one that made Leah's fingers twitch with the desire to explore and massage.

Yeah. She'd have her revenge on the girl. Let her drown in it.

Leah. Ypsilon, again.

Leah's eyes focused on the left display the moment that the bombardment struck. She tracked the visual distortion of the shockwaves on the screen, and felt its echo ruffle across her outermost skin. Moments later, the ground bucked underneath her toes, but it wasn't enough to even bother the eight-legged mech as it bounced nimbly on its many limbs.

There. The winds had pushed the clouds far enough, and the camera's view had cleared up enough that the facility and her Daddy-Long-Legs were recognizable.

Just as she began to turn and move east-ward, Ypsilon marked several fast-moving objects in the immediate vicinity. Large boughs ripped away by the blasts, and even an entire tree. It was on a collision course, and Leah's heart raced as she jerked the limb she'd already moved back into cover.

The tree glanced off the facility instead to bounce past, only a few feet away, and suddenly Tinea was cackling madly into her ear. Leah's gaze snapped back to Tinea, and the girl was shaking in her bindings, grinning and gnawing on the index finger of one hand as she tried to control her wild reaction, with the other hand clenching hard on one of the ropes.

The woman's wanton look really, really pushed Leah's buttons. Part of her just wanted to pause the world, get up, and rip Tinea's wanna-be clothes off to have her way with her. Part of her wanted to see her fall apart on her fingers, begging for more.

"Nrgh."

Biting her lip against the temptations even as the twitching tail needled her arousal all over again, Leah forced her attention back onto the surroundings.

Things had more or less stopped flying through the air, and the shockwaves had toppled enough of the tall trees in particular, so that her path out actually got straighter. Maybe she wouldn't even need as many of her flora-shredding shells.

So, Leah got moving. And if the spider wasn't quite perfectly coordinated from time to time and seemed to lurch a little left or right, well, that wasn't her fault was it?

That was just the occasional particularly tall tree she had to dodge around.

And the boing-boings happening on the right-hand screen were definitely just a beautiful jiggly little bonus and not a distraction at all.

 

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I wasn't bored exactly.

Not with so much Leah for my tail to tease.

But I also didn't have anything to do but sit pretty.

…

Be tied up and strapped down, prettily? Sure. That worked.

I'd even put a bow on my head. Which got a surprised laugh out of Leah—which in turn clued me in that she was able to see me even if I wasn't in line-of-sight of her pod, which… Oh, Leah, love, why do you give me such a perfect way to torture, I mean, tease you?!

Anyways.

We'd passed within a hundred meters of the Rods From God impact site. All the trees had been reduced to splinters, and there'd been a smoldering ring of fire several meters thick, slowly cooking all the mud and throwing up a thick fog.

My own explosive…climax—heh.—had nothing on this crater. It wasn't nearly as pretty, what with there being no glass and no snow, but it must've been dozens of meters deep and over a hundred meters wide, from what I could see through the fog.

But we didn't stick around. There were no more Antithesis nearby, and we kept moving east.

The walking tank ran at a decent clip in these ruined parts of the forest, and we'd almost reached the swamp by the time Leah had to slow down again. I watched Leah's maintenance drone pop out of its bay at the very front of the abdomen in order to attach a new foam gun to one of its small-arms mounts.

It sprayed a slow path across the swamp with the supersearing foam at first, until Leah had the idea to just attach some sort of foam pontoons to the spider's ankle. Since that was kind of a hacky solution and they kept falling apart, the drone needed to keep renewing those whilst we were moving.

I had a few minutes' worth of excitement as I watched a spider splash across water on eight limbs, with a fat drone playing the old Five Finger Fillet between them, trying not to get stabbed. Which was kinda wild, but…that was still only a momentary distraction.

We'd made it across the swamp safely, let the drone—the Big Brother, according to Leah—clean and stow itself, and kept moving further eastwards until we hit the old highway, which we could follow south to catch up to the swarm.

Satellite images warned us that a few thousand Antithesis had reacted to the orbital bombardment and broken off to race for the crater, which meant we'd likely run into them in a few hours.

I spent a few more minutes talking to Tynea about the wings. She had a suggestion I liked, a compromise between the somewhat fake-feeling combat graft, and the rather slow natural growth.

If I wanted it, I could upgrade to Class II Medical Utilities and buy a mobile-surgeon-thing. It would clamp onto my back and use drugs to boost the growth of the wings' root arms, to which I could then attach Moonsinger-designed jump jets usually meant to amplify lateral maneuverability during flight.

The result would not be quite the same as flying, but it would drastically increase my mobility—and I'd still get to enjoy the journey of unlocking flight.

Now I was all out of fresh distractions and my body was still screaming at me with throbbings and lots of liquid heat. And using my tail to tease Leah didn't seem to be enough to coax her out of her shell and do me already, for fuck's sake.

So, since I still had few…responsibilities but to tie myself up prettily, I decided to go all out on that.

I cut most of the silk that had held me so far, and studied my body as I lay mostly comfy on the cot. Which was a bit small, and I couldn't quite stretch my legs.

Also, even though my pretty jigglies were on display, especially after I also dissolved the tube top while I was getting rid of all the silk around me—entirely by accident of course, even if the sudden lurch of the spider made them bounce enticingly—I could probably do more than be merely mind-bogglingly sexy.

This isn't enough to make out-of-control-Leah happen, is it? She's had these babies in her hands already, after all. And between her lips. Yup.

I wove myself a few new strands.

One band beneath my waist arched my back and lifted me softly off the mattress. A second rotated my hips slightly, so that that inviting dip beneath my navel to the junction of my legs could be seen from the side. The third and forth rope forced my legs apart, shifting my DIY skirt's hem upwards and exposing me for easy access, and tied my feet up so that none of my claws could hurt anyone taking…advantage.

A thrill ran down my spine at that image, and a wicked smile played across my lips as the spider stumbled, followed by a heavy breath that Leah probably hadn't meant for me to hear.

The wet heat slowly gathering on the inside of my thigh gave me a new idea, and I decided to go a little further.

I cut all the silken ropes again, including the tube around my hips—through no fault of my own, obviously. How was I supposed to predict Leah's stumbling?—and created a swing that hung in the air, directly above Leah's pod.

Blushing furiously, and with little tingles already numbing my toes, I climbed up and placed my hips in the swing. Then, slightly shivering and feeling just a little hazy, I used more silk to arch my back again, to put my softly swollen breasts on display. Begging to be used.

Finally, I bound my legs, and with panting breaths, spread them with silk attached to the walls to the sides.

I was available.

Completely and utterly open.

Leah could see me down there, and it wasn't just a tease this time. I was begging for her to take me, like she'd promised. It was sending frissons through the bottom of my spine that had a breath shiver out between my lips.

But, seeing as she hadn't come out yet, I wasn't done.

My body had been burning for ages now. It wanted attention, and had constantly been scorching my mind with a sexual need.

So I decided to explore my body. Finally. It had been a long time coming, hadn't it?

Pun intended. Heh.

My fingers landed on my ribs, to the side of my boobs, and my tail alighted softly on the pod. And at the same rate that my fingers wandered inwards, my tail traveled down the pod's curve.

The spider shivered a little more and missed another step somewhere in there, and I giggled a little drunkenly.

I found myself smiling warmly as I enjoyed squishing my softness with the tips of my fingers, basking in the sensual stimulation and the comforting release of touch-happy hormones that came with the exploration.

My fingers wandered further, and my breath sped up as I closed in on the center.

The same moment that my fingers reached my nipples and tugged, I whined and my tail squeezed down on the pod. Hard. The intense sensations, so far beyond what I was used to as Aden, made me shut my eyes as my back flexed the other way, my muscles fighting against the ropes hard enough that I heard a few fibers snap.

Leah moaned, and the sound crashed my brain.

I froze, panting, completely tense with my nipples slightly tweaked as the soft, ethereal sound smashed through my mind, rubbing me raw with the quiet, velvet promise.

Everything was silent, and even the spider stopped moving for a moment.

That's when my…plan finally came to fruition.

I felt a drop of dew fall from my lower lips, sensed its journey down with my antennae, and knew when it hit the pod's canopy. I felt the first flutterings of an orgasm.

Leah hissed as the drop coursed along her curves, leaving no trail on the pod's hydrophobic skin, but clearly, clearly right there.

A second one fell to join the first.

And suddenly, the slightly irregular gait of the Spider smoothed out to an unnatural, artificial degree as Leah switched it over to autopilot and jumped out of her creche with her limbs attached.

The utter heat and domination in her gaze, the promise for sweet, sweet revenge, was thunder in my thoughts. My hands clenched involuntarily even as my hips bucked against a small orgasm that I absolutely wasn't prepared for. Another strangled whine pushed itself out of me, while my eyes were transfixed by Leah's fire.

Then she spoke, and I almost came again.

"Well, my little deviant." she murmured, iron covered in velvet as she languidly sauntered over to my side with a roll of her hips. "I'd have you beg for me. But I promised, didn't I?"

I nodded quickly, more blood rushing into my cheeks and even reddening my ears.

"In that case, Tinea," she said, closing in, close enough that I instinctively strained towards her and against my bonds, "I'll have to make you beg for me to stop instead, won't I?"

 

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