Page 14 of Spinning Out of Control

How did he keep saying things that were so sweet? “You won’t be grossed out?”

“Caleb, I came from the monster world where I captured live prey and dissolved them with stomach acid.” He somehow said that with a completely straight face.

“Well, when you put it like that,” I said, giving him a small smile. I sat down on the couch to slide off my socks, then work my shirt over my head. It took me a little while with only my one hand, but I had started to wear baggy clothes to keep the fabric from rubbing right on my scarring, so it was loose and easy to pull off. I slid off the sweatpants I had been wearing, taking my boxer briefs with it. I set all my clothes into a pile on the other side of the couch before I rose to my feet to stand in front of Teracht without a stitch of clothing on, relying on my old modeling skills to hold still and not fidget.

Teracht watched me, his face betraying nothing about how he felt. Thankfully, it was warm in here, so I wasn’t uncomfortable temperature-wise. “May I touch you?” Teracht asked, drawing closer, so close that I could feel the warmth coming off of him.

“Yes,” I said. He leaned in close and inhaled. I was suddenly very glad I had taken a long shower this morning. “Is your sense of smell pretty good?”

“Mm, probably better than yours,” Teracht said, trailing his hands down my left arm before lifting it to examine my armpit curiously. “But it’s not all connected through my nose. I can also smell with my tongue and my legs.”

“Weird,” I commented, and he laughed. One of his front legs suddenly reached up and traced my armpit and down my ribs to my hip. I had not been expecting it, and it tickled, making me laugh and twist a little. “Hey.”

Teracht instantly let go and drew back, and I sobered. “No, sorry, it’s fine. I’m just a little ticklish, I guess. Your spider feet feel weird.”

“Do they bother you?” Teracht asked.

“No,” I said quickly. “You’re good. I just wasn’t ready for that. But it’s fine now.”

Teracht looked uncertain. I sighed. “I’m sorry, it’s really all right, I promise.” I raised my left arm again to bare the skin he had touched earlier.

Teracht hesitated, then slowly moved in and gently ran his spider leg over the spot, making me twitch a little from the sensation but not pull away. It wasn’t unpleasant, though I couldn’t say it was the best thing I had ever felt either. Teracht examined every inch of the skin of my ribs and hip on my left side, moving down to the side of my thigh, my knee, then had me lift my foot to examine each of my toes individually while I leaned lightly on his shoulder for balance. His spider legs occasionally followed the trail of his human fingers, and I wondered what sort of scents and signals he was getting from me.

After my foot had been thoroughly examined, Teracht moved around behind me. That made the hair on the back of my neck prickle and my skin break out in goosebumps. My body knew there was something predatory behind me that I couldn’t see. But he just continued the exploration of my body with his fingers and legs, tracing from the back of my neck, down my spine, feeling my ribs from behind. And then his hands slid down to trace over the globe of my left ass cheek. I jumped. I had been expecting it, but still, suddenly having someone touch me there after so long was weird.

“Did I hurt you?” Teracht asked worriedly.

“No,” I said, letting out a breath. “No, you’re good. I just… It’s been a while since anyone has touched my ass.”

“Should I not touch it?” he asked.

“No,” I said quickly again. “It’s fine.”

“Your ass is more intimate than your other body parts, yes?” Teracht asked.

“Yes,” I said, realizing that other than his spinnerets, Teracht hadn’t seemed all that concerned about where my hands had traveled on him. Maybe spider creatures weren’t as sexually driven as humans? I realized now too that he had not shown me his spider dick, but I wasn’t about to interrupt his exploration.

Teracht’s touch on me continued, but it was softer now as he kneaded his fingers into the glute muscles of my left cheek, then the right. His finger slid down the crease between them, making me shiver. Then his thumbs slid into the crack and pulled my ass cheeks apart surprisingly gently. Though I yelped and nearly shot two stories above my head to the ceiling like a cartoon cat when one of his spider feet brushed over my hole.

Teracht pulled back from me in surprise at the noise and movement. “Are you all right?”

“Yeah,” I said, turning to him, my cheeks flushed with embarrassment, realizing that somewhere along the lines of him massaging my butt cheeks, my dick had decided someone wanted to play and was already half-hard. “That’s just very intimate and sensitive, probably like your spinner things.”

“I’m sorry,” he said, looking guilty, and I shook my head quickly, not liking that look on him.

“No, it’s fine! I just… uh… Can we come back to that?”

“Yes, of course,” Teracht said, concern still written all over his face. “Do you want to stop?”

“No,” I said quickly. “No, it’s fine. It’s just been a while since I’ve– since anyone’s been down there, and it’s just kind of awkward.”

He didn’t look entirely clear on the situation, but he nodded, glancing over my form. “May I touch your wounds?” he asked, gesturing to my puckered and discolored skin on my right side.

I nodded slowly, taking a deep breath. I hadn’t allowed anyone who wasn’t my mom or one of my doctors to touch that skin before. “Yeah.”

“I will stop if you want me to,” Teracht said, his voice gentle. His fingers slid to trace over the large, burned patch on my shoulder. “Does it hurt?”

“A little,” I said. “It’s sensitive sometimes, but not always, and sometimes it hurts for no reason. But you’re not hurting me,” I added when he seemed like he might pull away. Teracht’s fingers on my damaged skin suddenly felt more intimate than his touches on my ass. He touched my skin almost reverently, fingers caressing, pressing just a bit firmer in a few places but not enough to hurt me, as if checking to see where the sensation started or ended. He lifted the end of my right arm with its scarred stump, his fingers moving over it as he caressed it, then lifted my left hand up to compare it to my right.

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