I hate spiders but find webbing erotic.
I've been wanting to do a hutt story, but didn't want to deal with Star Wars
mythology.
Somehow, those two things ended up in the same story. I hope you enjoy. Comments are welcome and encouraged, I love to hear from my readers!
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Minami awoke slowly, memories coming back to her over a minute or two. She was still lying naked on the broad, bloated belly of the hutt where she'd fallen asleep after the two of them had finally spent themselves following several hours of fucking, the evidence of their night all around her. The glitter she'd dusted herself with was almost totally gone. She could smell the distinctive tang of her pussy, and the wild aroma of whatever had been in the hookah permeated the room. But what she smelled more than anything was the hutt, his flesh's usual reek plus all the slime and cum and saliva they'd stirred up. There'd been so much of that, in fact, that she was practically glued to him, and had to peel herself off like the backing of a sticker. A substantial amount of dried gunk was still on her as she eased her way to the floor, her body was splattered all over, her right breast in particular almost totally coated in a snot-green shell.
"Oh man," she said, after carefully sliding to the floor, "this stuff got
everywhere
." The slime in her arrow of black pubic hair was the least of it, she could actually feel some of it dried in her pussy and ass, which were pleasantly sore. She searched the room for what little she'd been wearing. "I am going to take such a shower."
Having gathered up her shorts and flip flops (her underwear was nowhere to be found), she turned to the hutt, who was still asleep, and said "Hey, Jaron? Phrex? Sorry, can't really remember, you've got a hell of a pipe. I'll, uh, call. . .I'll be in touch. . .I'll see. . .last night was a lot of fun, I gotta go."
Finding her phone, which would also need a good cleaning, Minami saw that it was almost dawn. Her shorts hadn't dried yet, and the hutt (was it Xephus?) was staying in the same hotel she was; she'd chance it. Holding her shorts in front of her crotch, she dashed for the elevator, the firm ass of her athletic figure barely jiggling, and managed to get back to her room without running into anyone. Breathing a sigh of relief, she closed the door, then almost jumped out of her skin when a voice said "Looks like someone had a good time."
"Jesus! Don't scare me like that!" Minami tried to look pissed, but Scarlett, her friend and roommate, was laughing so hard that she had to smile. She was wrapped in a towel, though her dry hair said she hadn't showered yet.
"Looks like I wasn't the only one."
"Me? Get picked up?" Scarlett held her hand to her chest in mock affront, an especially good gesture as she had rather more up top than was on Minami's slim form."The very idea!"
"Sure," Minami said as the two of them giggled, "You just went out for a few drinks, came home, then decided to get up before the sun rose."
"That's right! All the best medical minds say three hours of sleep is the new healthy."
"Uh huh. So what
were
you up to?"
"Well. . ."
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"Ugh. This place is fucking
dead
." Scarlett was sitting at what was, for spring break, a fancy bar, and accordingly was dressed, for spring break, fancy: a tight black skirt ended well above her knees, and her ample breasts made enticing cleavage in a black vinyl tube top. Against her clothes and short dark hair even the dull oxblood color of her nails and lips popped. She was showing acres of leg, stomach, and shoulders, and she knew it all looked mouth-wateringly good. She just didn't have anyone worth showing it to.
In the two hours she'd been at the bar, she'd been hit on by three humans, two men and a woman, none of whom did anything for her, some tall rectangular thing that seemed to be made of fungus ("Should've gone dancing," she thought after it got the message and left, "Minami would've been all over you"), and a bear-like creature. Some girls liked that whole primal, on all fours under the huge hairy being thing. She wasn't one of them.
And that was it. The place had been hopping when she had ducked in the night before to see what it was about, and there was no reason it shouldn't be now, but it wasn't. Scarlett sighed and took another sip of her drink, a brilliant red mix of stuff in a martini glass that was the night's special. Whatever. She'd finish the last of her drink and go back to the room.
"Well now," said a voice like silk, "I sure do hate to see such a pretty young lady looking so unhappy."
"Oh, I completely agree," a similar voice answered. "What can we do to cheer her up?"
"Buy her a drink, maybe?"
Scarlett was aware of something very large behind her, but before she could turn around, a tall segmented leg that gleamed like highly polished plastic came into her field of vision on her right side. Scarlett's breath caught in her throat. Moments later, an identical leg appeared to her left. Any attempt to be cool was out the window as her head whipped around, taking in the large arachnid women on either side of her, who resembled giant Earth black widows, but with what looked much like a head and face by human standards, albeit with some extra eyes. Scarlett's pulse sped up, and she started to feel warm all over.
"So what do you say? Can we buy you a drink?"
Her mouth had gone dry. Scarlett licked her lips and said "Yeah. Yeah, you can buy me a drink."
"That's marvelous. Bartender, another one of whatever. . ."
"Scarlett." She gulped the rest of her glass.
"Whatever Scarlett is having."
The bartender nodded, and replaced her empty glass.
"So," said the one on the left, "a spring breaker?"
She grinned. "You got me."
"Oh we do?" One of the one on the right's legs made contact with Scarlett's bare thigh, and she shivered. She opened her mouth to reply, but nothing came out.
The one on her left laughed. "Relax, Scarlett. It's just a drink."
"I know. I'm fine," she said, trying to throw in a carefree laugh. She didn't feel fine. Or rather, she felt entirely too fine.
"Are you here from an Earth university?"
Scarlett shook her head. "Asteroid Belt. I'm studying mining and metallurgy. My roommate, too—she's here with me."
"Where?" The one on the right looked around, shifting a bit to scan rather than just turning her head, her rear segment moving into Scarlett's view, then back out.
"Not here in the bar. Just here on break with me." She felt something light on her shoulder, and reached up to brush it off. Her finger stuck to it. Scarlett looked over and realized it was a piece of spider silk, just one small strand. She tugged at it and stared, fascinated, as it pulled at her bare skin. The silk was stronger than she was. One strand would go eventually, but a few more and she wouldn't be able to get it off. She could pull as much as she liked and she'd stay stuck to it. Bound. Unconsciously, she licked her lips.
"So where is she?" The arachnid woman was making a very good show of pretending she didn't notice what was going on with Scarlett.
"Oh, she—she went dancing." The silk strand finally pulled off, and she tried not to sigh. Sweat was trickling between her breasts, and they were sufficiently on display for the spider women to see it. For the first time since she'd tried the top on, she felt exposed instead of sexy, but she liked it—in a blood rushing, incredibly nervous, she needed a new pair of panties way.
"How fortunate for us, isn't it dear?"
"Oh yes."
"You see," the arachnid woman on the right said, "we like to share. Two for one is perfect for us."
"Well," Scarlett said, "let's not get ahead of ourselves." She was trying desperately to keep
some
dignity, a battle she was losing to the alcohol and endorphins in her brain and the liquid heat pooling between her legs. She took a healthy swig from her martini glass. "After all, I don't even know your names, ladies."
"Of course, how rude of us. I'm Slexla."
"Axla," said the arachnid on her left.
"And you," said Slexla, "are Scarlett." The leg touching Scarlett's thigh slid up and over it, its clawed point drawing a gasp from her as it pressed into her skin enough to dent but not break it, and traced all the way up under her skirt.
"Just. Like. The color. Of those beautiful lips I'm now touching."
The tip of Slexla's leg deftly slipped under Scarlett's panties and slid into her sopping wet pussy. Scarlett fell forward and moaned loud enough for the entire bar to hear. She didn't care.
"Oh God, let's get out of here," she said.
The spiderwomen lived in a large cave near the beach—they were as technologically advanced as the next spacefaring race, but they were a lot hardier than a species like the humans and had never really done the house thing. There wasn't anywhere for Scarlett to sit down and hang out for a bit, but she didn't mind. She figured that, having been penetrated before even leaving the bar, there was no reason not to go right to the sex.
Axla and Slexla watched with hunger, looking every inch the predators they were, as Scarlett undressed. She kicked her shoes off, then unzipped her skirt, shimmying it off her enticing hips. Her sheer underwear was soaked through, giving them an excellent view of her neatly trimmed tuft of pubic hair, also soaked, before it hit the floor. Finally, she crossed her arms and pulled off her top, her large breasts bouncing just a little.
"Mm. Doesn't she look lovely?"
"Oh yes. I'm perfectly happy with my form, but I don't have anything like these."
Slexla reached out a leg and toyed with Scarlett's left breast. It was an amazingly delicate sensation considering the size of the creature touching her. Other legs joined that one, from both of them, and Scarlett moaned as her naked body was traced all over, the pointed ends running over her pelvis, up the sensitive skin on the back of her legs, toying with her butt, and making the barest whisper against her neck. She was panting with excitement, dripping between her legs even while she shook with an atavistic fear.
Slexla moved in closer so she could speak directly to the nude coed.
"Now, this is very fun, and we're really enjoying your lovely body. And I'm sure we could keep it like this and have all three of us end up happy. Isn't that right?" As she said this, her leg, for the second time that evening, traced up the inside of Scarlett's thigh. She shuddered and whimpered as it moved over just a bit and teased her pussy lips, but refused to enter.
"Yes. Yes, we could."
"But that's not what you want is it?"
"No."
"What do you want?"
