"Is this really necessary?" I asked Mattias as he wrapped me securely in his silk.
He shrugged. "It will make things easier. My species normally mates face to face, but the location of your vulva is very different from that of a female of my species."
I blinked at him, shifting in the web hammock. "Wait, your species has females?"
He nodded. "Of course. The spells necessary for mating with another species are a relatively recent development."
I frowned. "Why make me your mate, then? Why not find a female arachnoid?"
He shivered. "Females of my species are very... Selective when it comes to mates. Any male arachnoid approaching a female who does not meet with her approval will be eaten. Any male who does..." He shivered again. "Any male who does meet her standards is considered her property from that point forward. He will never be free again, and will likely end up being eaten anyways as soon as she is bored."
I winced. "Ouch."
He smiled wanly. "Ouch a fair assessment. This is why males of my kind take mates that are outside our species."
I squirmed in my bonds. "Mates you can control."
He nodded. "That is a factor in the selection process, yes."
I sighed as Mattias carefully bound my legs into the web suspending me. "You're doing this in case I chicken out, aren't you?"
Mattias blinked. "Chicken... out?"
"I mean in case I get cold feet," I attempted to clarify.
Mattias stared at me, brow furrowed in puzzlement. "Excuse me?"
I sighed. "In case I get scared and change my mind."
Mattias's puzzled frown cleared. "Ah! Chicken out, get cold feet, these are colloquialisms, yes?"
I nodded. "Yeah."
Mattias nodded slowly. "Fascinating! The two of us must discuss linguistics at some point."
I sighed. "Sure. Now about my question..."
Mattias nodded. "Yes, I am worried that you will change your mind or become frightened. Securing you in webbing will help us work through such things without missing the perfect moment." He smiled at me fondly. "Though your comfort is also a factor. If we did not use a hammock, I would have to hold you the entire time we were mating, and that would likely get uncomfortable before we finished. So, are you comfortable?"
I squirmed a bit, testing my mobility. I could move around more than I expected, but I was unable to close my legs, and I would not be able to shove Mattias away. I was also pretty comfortable. No individual strands of webbing dug into me. In fact, the way the hammock cradled me felt pretty nice. I leaned into it and relaxed. "I'm good."
Mattias smiled. "Excellent."
He leaned in close. I could feel his warm breath on my mons. Inhale. Exhale. Long, deep inhale. "You smell very close," he murmured. "Also, very good." He lifted his head and met my gaze. "Do you mind if I pleasure you?" he asked.
My insides quivered. "Go right ahead."
Mattias bent over once more. Slowly, he licked me from my taint to my clit. I moaned. Another lick. I knew I was already wet. I realized I now found Mattias's human half more sexy than scary. I wondered when that had happened.
Mattias started slow, and then began to gradually speed up. I twisted in my bindings. "Faster!" I begged.
"As you wish, Beloved," Mattias murmured. His tongue fluttered against my clit, and I whimpered. Mattias sighed in contentment.
Mattias slid two fingers into me. "An added bonus," he murmured, "To pleasuring you as we wait is that I can keep a close eye on the signs of ovulation. Ideally we will both climax roughly an hour before you actually produce an ovum."
I groaned. "Can you talk less and lick more?"
Mattias let out a startled laugh. "Of course!" He began to lick me more vigorously. His fingers slid in and out of my moist center, making a soft, wet sound.
I quivered in my hammock. The entire thing quivered with me. I noticed Mattias was resting his other hand on a strand of webbing. Was he keeping track of my movements like that?
However he was tracking my desire, he seemed to know exactly what effect his fingers and tongue were having. If I liked it, he did it more. Soon I was panting. I was close. I could feel my legs trembling. My center clenched in anticipation.
Mattias pulled away.
"Hey!" I protested. "What are you doing?"
Mattias stroked my cheek lovingly. "It's time," he murmured.
I settled back down. "Oh. Well, hurry up."
Mattias looked down at me, amused. "For someone who is essentially at my mercy, you certainly are demanding."
I raised an eyebrow. "Is that a problem?"
Mattias laughed. "Of course not. Now, let me see...
"
He pulled a jar of pink liquid out of his pouch. Ah. The aphrodisiac. I moaned in anticipation. "Yes..."
First he breathed on it so he could cast the warming spell. Then he dipped his fingers into the viscous fluid. I gasped as he began to massage the heated liquid into my mons. His fingers worked around me, sliding in and out, getting it all over. Finally, he rubbed a large dollop of the stuff over my clit.
I was gasping and shaking. It was intense. It felt like every breath Mattias took, every brush of air over my clit, should make me cum. I whimpered.
"This should increase sensitivity while, at the same time, suppressing your ability to cum," Mattias told me.
I blinked a him. "Suppressing...?"
Mattias chuckled. "The longer it takes to build, the more intense the orgasm. Also, it will help me suppress my own orgasm until I've built up a sufficient quantity of semen."
He produced the pleasure ball and started it vibrating. At its first touch, I screamed. Mattias smiled at my reaction, and webbed it into place. I screamed again, and then began to whimper helplessly. I wanted to tell Mattias to turn it down, that it was too intense, but I couldn't seem to speak, just whimper and gasp.
I watched as Mattias straightened and began to stroke his own slit with aphrodisiac covered fingers. Almost immediately, the slit in his chitin opened and his dick slid out. As I watched, he stroked it, getting it hard. Getting it ready to slide into me.
Oh God, how I wanted that dick. I felt so empty. I wanted him to fill me. I wanted him to stretch me. I wanted him to pound me.