“Have you seen any scavengers?” I asked them as I gestured to the bodies in the clearing.
“There have been a few on the side of the--” Kacerie started to say, but Trel cleared her throat violently.
“Poor Victor, all he can think about is working. Hey, male. I have a job for you. It is very important, and you are the only one here that can do it. Let’s go into the hut.”
“Yeah, sorry for the delay.” I smiled at the group of women and let Trel pull me toward the door. “Get as much sinew as you can! Try to clear the bodies so that they aren’t near the walls! Be careful with Bob and Ho--”
“They aren’t idiots!” Trel interrupted me. “They can figure it out. I have a more important task for you.”
“Sorry. Hard for me to let go.”
“I know,” Trel said as she gave me a fanged smile. “That is why I like you. You never quit working. I hope you know I’ve never respected or cared for another male as much as I care and respect you, Victor.”
“I know,” I whispered as we walked into the hut. “You aren’t even going to feed me to our offspring when we are done. I guess that’s a win for me.”
“Yessss,” she hissed as her mouth came up to kiss mine. I felt the fangs on her teeth, but I felt the presence of her aggressive tongue more.
The air inside the hut was warm and slightly smoky from the fire we kept burning all the time. As I kissed Trel, I felt Jinx rub the back of my legs, and I gave him the command to exit the hut and hang out with Galmine. He left with a happy squawk, but Trel didn’t seem to notice. Or at least, she didn’t stop kissing me.
“I need you,” she whispered when our mouths parted. Her fingers were at my khaki shirt buttons, and my hands were cupping her wonderful ass. Her silk boyshorts were really tight around her butt and hips, and she had to wiggle out of them when I pulled them down with my thumbs.
She got my long sleeved shirt off and then passed it over her shoulder to one of her spider legs. The black limb caught it and then carefully set it on the ground while her fingers moved to pull up my undershirt. My fingers were now tracing circles around her bare hips, and I walked them up to the tight silk tube top that covered her magnificent breasts. I had to raise my hands when she pulled my undershirt off, but then she raised hers when I pulled off her tube top.
My pants were still on, but we kissed again, and I enjoyed the sensation of her bare torso against mine. I had spent the last month gawking at her breasts and nipples through her thin dress, and the feeling of them sliding against my skin was making my head spin like one of those tea-cup style rides.
Her claw-fingers reached down to my belt and unbuckled it with an expert movement. She went to pull down my pants, but my shoes were still on, and we each let out some light laughter when I almost fell over. I soon had my boots, socks, pants, and underwear off. Then we were back in each other’s arms, and her legs were wrapped around my hips.
Then Trel-Idil-Iria and I became lovers.
My experience with Galmine had been wonderful. The gray-skinned woman was passionate, and we enjoyed each other with slow, sensual movements broken up by explorative kisses. She couldn’t move that fast, so our bouts of love-making consisted of me sliding deep into her while we rubbed against each other. It had been great, calming, and I’d felt almost like our spirits were joined when our bodies were.
Trel fucked me like she was on a mission. We started up standing, and her spider legs supported her while her human legs wrapped around me. That position gave me too much control though, and she ended up pushing me to the ground so that she could just straddle me cow-girl style. She pushed the palms of her black hands into my shoulders and then ground her hips into me with a frantic intensity.
Trel was in complete control of the situation. She bent her head down, hissed with pleasure, and worked me over like she was trying to get her forty minutes of cardio done in five.
Eventually, her hisses of pleasure turned into moans, and our bodies thrashed together as we both reached a climax. She was actually out of breath afterward, and the beautiful woman lay against my chest as she traced her pointed finger through the beard on my chin.
“Don’t move,” she whispered as she stood from me, anchored herself on her spider legs, and then flipped herself over so that she hung upside down.
“What are you doing?” I asked as I stared at her naked body.
“Ensuring all of your seed reaches my womb,” she whispered as her long obsidian hair pooled on my bare chest. “This is our first round. You will enjoy the next one even more.”
“It was great, but I’m not so sure I can go for another fifteen--”
“Nonsense, you are still hard,” Trel said as her hungry eyes turned to my naked body.
“It doesn’t quite work that way, Trel. I have to--”
“You just have to lie there and relax, Victor. Don’t over think this. You were made to inseminate me. It is our purpose to produce a wonderful brood of offspring.”
“Okay,” I said with a light laugh. I still doubted that Trel and I could make babies, but I definitely didn’t mind trying with her over, and over, and over again.
“So far, you have been more enjoyable than my previous two mates,” she whispered as she reached down to touch my penis. For half a moment, I thought her pointed fingers would accidentally rip or tear the sensitive skin there, but her hands were very smooth, and I was soon ready to fuck her again.
I lost track of time, but I kept count of how many times I filled the beautiful woman with my sperm: six. Each time after the first I didn’t think I’d be able to go another round, but Trel used either her hands, her mouth, or a combination of the two to get me rock-hard again. We tried a variety of positions, but her spider-legs made traditional missionary a little difficult. She was able to use her spider-legs to elevate herself on her back so I could penetrate her while I stood, so it was a bit like missionary. Our last round was reverse cowgirl, and I thought that there would have been no way I could have ejaculated any sperm, but she pushed the edges of her fingers into the base of my testicles and massaged something there that brought me over the edge. It was one of the most intense orgasms I’d experienced in my short life, and I had to bite my arm so that I didn’t scream. I’d somehow made more sperm, and she moaned with delight when I filled her once more.
“Goooooood,” she panted after we came down from our passion. “I am very happy with you, Victor.”
“Uhhh, thanks,” I panted as I tried to stop the ceiling of the hut from rotating around me. “You were great too. Uhhh. Amazing actually. The room is spinning.”
“Of course I am great. I’m Trel-Idil-Iria.” She stood from me, and I gasped as I slid out of her. “But we were talking about you. You were wonderful. I am very pleased.”
Trel used her spider legs to rotate herself upside down, and she walked over so that her face hung above mine. We kissed for a half a minute, and then she sighed when her lips pulled away from mine.
“It really is too bad that you have to die,” she whispered. “I wouldn’t mind doing that with you a few more times. You are much more talented than my last two mates.”
“Uhhh, what?” I asked as the ceiling stopped spinning suddenly.
“I believe you heard me,” she whispered as her hands came down to grab my shoulders. “Our babies will need to feed.”
“But wait,” I hissed as I tried to sit up. Her hands held me down though, and it suddenly seemed like she had superhuman strength. “You said you wouldn’t kill me.” I pushed the heels of my bare feet against the mat we’d laid out in the hut, but it slid away when I tried to push myself up.
It felt like each of my shoulders was supporting four hundred pounds, and I realized that Trel’s legs were giving her the leverage to keep me pinned.