“Good,” I said softly.

I figured he might, with his little experience, immediately try to stick his fingers in me, and I prepared myself for that. But he surprised me again when he placed both of his hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them wide, before he pressed a kiss to the small of my back. I squirmed, feeling the web vibrate under me, and he must have felt it too, because he moaned quietly and kissed me again there before the tip of his tongue drifted out to brush over my hole. I made a very undignified squeaking noise, and Teracht’s movements paused. “Good?”

“Mm, so good,” I said, pressing my cheek onto the web under me.

“Keep going?” he purred.

“Please,” I said, and his tongue began to wander in my crease, over each bit of sensitive skin. He found my hole again with the tip of it and circled it. I tensed and let out a soft moan as kneaded my ass with his hands. He suddenly ran one of his spider feet over the sole of my foot to tickle me. I groaned, body tensing, toes curling as I instinctively struggled to pull away from the tickling, but his webbing held me secure, and I was entirely at Teracht’s mercy.

He continued to lick and poke my hole with his tongue, not entering me, just making me squirm and writhe beneath him in my trapped position, legs occasionally jerking as he brushed the soles of my feet. And then his left hand wrapped around my cock and gave it a tentative squeeze. I gasped, my body suddenly torn between wanting to push back into his mouth and forward into his hand. “All right?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” I groaned, and he rewarded me with another prod of his tongue to my hole. He tickled my foot again, and I tensed, just as he gave my cock a stroke. I let out a sharp gasp.

He pulled back just a bit to ask, “Good or bad?”

“Good,” I groaned, even as my foot quivered, trying to pull away from his teasing.

“You’re supposed to be telling me what feels good, pet,” Teracht reminded me before running his tongue up the length of my crack.

“Y… Yes, sir, I’m sorry,” I gasped.

He suddenly pulled back from me, and I couldn’t stop a disappointed sound, trying to turn my head to see what he was doing.

“Eyes forward, pet,” he told me, and I flushed and turned my head away. I heard the snap of the lube bottle opening, and my body gave a quiver of nervous anticipation.

His left hand, with the cold lube, closed around my cock again, making me jump. “Fuck,” I groaned, my hips trying to press into his touch. And then two of his gloved fingers, covered in lube, slid down the crease of my ass, making me tense. “Yes, please.”

His hand slid away from my cock, the air much too cool without him, and I whimpered. He kissed the small of my back. “Don’t worry, pet, I’ll not leave you wanting. I just don’t want you moving around too much when I’m trying to use my fingers.”

“Th… that’s fair,” I groaned, and he didn’t seem to mind my less formal reply. I knew I was going to be tight, even bent at the angle I was, and he was doing this for the first time too.

He pressed one finger firmly to my entrance, but it did not push inside. I groaned softly, trying not to move, baring down as much as I could. “Getting inside is going to take more pressure. You’re not hurting me.”

“All right,” he said, his left hand, cool and sticky with lube stroking over my left hip. His finger pressed harder, and he finally slid inside of me. I exhaled as the movement became easier, his finger pressing deeper. I felt myself tremble, and the web gave a responding vibration.

“Yes,” I moaned, and he pressed a kiss to one of my ass cheeks. “That’s good.”

He chuckled softly and drew his finger back before slowly pushing in again. “Like that?”

“Yeah,” I said. He started up a slow rhythm of moving his finger inside of me. I did my best to relax for him, the initial burn subsiding as his finger slid in and out of me and coated my passage with lube. He gave his finger a little experimental curl inside of me, and I gasped, my fingers clenching into a fist. “Yes,” I moaned.

“You like that,” he commented, and I nodded eagerly. “But human penises, and the toy we bought, don’t do that.”

“No,” I agreed. “But it doesn’t all have to be… nngh… be the same in order to feel good.”

“Ah, I see,” he said, giving his finger an experimental twist that had me gasping, my legs trying to squirm against the webbing that held me, but I was going nowhere.

Suddenly a second finger pressed inside of me. I winced and let out a sharp gasp, and Teracht instantly pulled his entire hand away. “I’m sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No,” I said, my hips pushing back, trying to find his hand again. “That was just a little fast. I promised I’d tell you if you hurt me.”

“Oh. I’m sorry.”

“Teracht, stop apologizing, it’s just fine,” I said, dropping any pretense that might have been there. I turned my head as best I could, only able to see him out of the corner of my eye but knowing he could see all of me with his extended vision. “It felt good. Start with one again, and then add a second one with more lube.”

Teracht nodded and dutifully added another healthy squirt of lube to his fingers. I wondered if lube came off webbing or if he was going to have to remake whole sections of the room after we were done. I turned my head forward, pressing myself down into the pillow under me and letting the bonds of the web hold me in place. Teracht’s finger slid in easily this time, working inside of me before he cautiously added a second finger. It burned a little from the stretch, and I groaned softly. “Yeah, good, just like that,” I said as his fingers slid back and forth inside of me. He pressed a kiss to my lower back, and then nipped my left ass cheek as his fingers glided in and out, my passage sticky with lube. I made a rather ungraceful sound when he nibbled me, and he laughed, which made me relax further.

Then his other hand wrapped around my shaft, and he was stroking my dick in time with the thrust of his fingers so that when he pushed his fingers in, the movement pushed my hips down into his other hand. “Yeah,” I groaned, my fingers clenching, my eyes closing. “Fuck, yeah.”