"No, I do not have a knife, my lady," Lou said, his voice somehow not managing to fall into giggles once more. But it was hard to resist the urge. His wife, Beatrice Benoit, a seven hundred million year old hive mind with her consciousness spread across three solar systems and several trillion bioforms, had managed to get her latest body stuck fast into a few strands of spiderwebbing. This made sense, considering her latest bioform
was
a spider: Six arms, two legs, eight eyes which fanned out to either side of her delicate nose, cute little fangs, the whole deal.
"Darn..." Bea scowled, her mandibles -- which emerged from her lips like a secondary set of jaws -- clashing with an irritated click before retracting again. The effect was a bit disconcerting, but not...entirely unappealing, which said a great deal about her ability to design a body that rode the line between insect and human.
And my tastes, possibly,
Lou thought.
They might be shifting more towards the insectoid. And that may be worrying, save...she's so darn cute.
He grinned, then walked forward. "How, exactly, did you manage this?" He swept the beam of his flashlight along her body, down to where her ankles were wrapped in a thick stand of cobwebs.
"I..." she blushed, her mandibles twitching out of her mouth in a little, nervous 'punching' gesture, one two, left right. "Promise to not laugh."
"I swear, by my honor as a gentleman and your husband," Lou said, solemnly, then placed his hand upon his breast.
Bea sagged in her restraints. She actually had two arms that were freed -- her lower left and lower right, but they were both tucked up against her soft, black belly to keep herself from getting them stuck, as she had with her four other arms -- two of which were pinned above her head, the other two were stuck to the walls by the spiderwebbing, cruciform style. She looked away, then muttered. "I-I had just hatched this form a-and was getting used to how it moved. Then you! You kissed me! A-And...well, um, there's...certain biological functions that are more closely related than I thought..."
"Your spinnerets?" Lou asked, blinking as he looked down, his brow furrowing.
Bea's face flushed. "I-It only will happen this one time! I am quite sure of it!"
Lou's brow furrowed. "But how did...all this?" His gesture took in the entire array of spiderweb bondage.
"I tripped!" She exclaimed.
"You...manage the movement of billions of bodies and you tripped? In such a way to ensnare yourself like this?" Lou asked, arching an eyebrow.
Beatrice flushed. "If I had done so intentionally, I would not have done so in a cave! A-And I would have ensured that you were properly dosed with an aphrodisiac, to overcome your instinctive Neopolitan urges towards decorum." She sighed, slightly. "I would be bound up, and say 'oh no, I have been accidentally bound up!' and then you would lose your control and ravage me, as you did a few nights hence." She sighed, slightly.
Lou grinned, ever so slightly. "You know, there is...ah...well, there..." He coughed, his cheeks darkening despite his attempts at bravado. "You know, there are limits to even my restraint and decorum, Beatrice."
Her eyes blinked in a rippling pattern -- starting at her left, then working inwards, then outwards, so that her leftmost eye blinked the last. Then Beatrice squirmed and wriggled, sitting up as much as she could within her webbing. "Am I to be ravaged? This body has brand new enhancements to various parts," she said, excitedly. "For instance, it has
internal
wombs this time!"
"That has been something I've been meaning to ask," Lou said. "How does your wasp body...the...it..." He carved, in the air, the shape of her waist.
"Oh! I'll show you once we arrive upon the lighthugger," Beatrice said, nodding, then started to wriggle again. "I-I mean...once you have freed me from this restraint. And you have not ravaged me without mercy or restraint, f-for it would be a very undecorous thing to do!" She winked with all four of her left eyes at once.
Lou rubbed his chin, regarding her slowly. His tongue darted along his lips, and he murmured, softly. "You know, you have outdone yourself, pushing the limits of what humans find attractive..." he murmured, softly. His hand slowly reached out and he began to slide his fingers along her belly, finding that her chiten plates were softer than they looked, dimpling like skin. His finger found the edge of one and he teased it, drawing a soft hissing-chittering noise from her. Her eyes drooped and her head hung forward slightly as she wriggled in the webbing that kept her from moving.
Save, of course, for her lower arms.
Her hands gripped his wrist, and she tried to drag his arm down to the joining between her legs. Lou laughed, then jerked his hand free, turned, and grabbed her hands with his, before pinning them back against the webbing. As they stuck, he worked his fingers free with a little smile. "Naughty, naughty..." His tongue slid along his lips again and Bea let out a frustrated whine. Her thighs trembled as she tried to squirm -- but the signs of her arousal were so very apparent. Her sex glistened and her juices dripped along her thighs, while his fingers slipped against her belly, finding another seam of chitin plates. He crooked his finger, teasing her more, and Bea squirmed even more, straining against the webbing.
"Touch me..." she whispered.
"I am," Lou crooned, his fingers sliding down to touch the inner side of her thighs, caressing slowly, slowly. He almost reached her knee before she clacked her mandibles together and tossed her head to the side.
"Not there!"
"Oh, here, then?" Lou knelt. His lips kissed the front of her shins. He licked up, moving to the seam between shin and knee. His tongue teased there and his eyes closed as he breathed in her almost imperceptible scent.
"Upon sex!" she gasped. "I put nerve endings there, use them, foolish husband!" Her mandibles twitched and she closed all eight of her eyes at once, her arms straining against her webbing. Lou chuckled, then kissed the broad flat sweep of her thigh, then nuzzled against her hip, his other hand gently sliding along the side of her leg, making her tremble and twitch delightfully. His palm glided along her belly and Beatrice whined out: "Pleeeeease!"
