Page 62 of Guarded By the Spider

I rocked us back and forth again, fast, and then slow, as the ferocity of my passions left me and my careful adoration of her was regained.

“My love,” I whispered more quietly, leaning over her with sudden concern, only to hear her moan.

She twisted to look up at me, with everything I needed to see inside her eyes. “I’m so full.”

“I know, my love. I’ve locked you to me.”

Had we performed it in midair, like we were supposedto, we would’ve been a sight to see, but it didn’t matter. We were both untraditional now—the only thing that mattered was that we had each other.

“I love you,” I told her, running my hands up and down her body, soothingly.

“I know,” she said, and gave me an exhausted smile. “I mean...I could kind of tell,” she said, squirming in my lap, trapped to me, and she gave a soft laugh.

“And I have always loved you,” I went on.

A mating lock was a time for honesty.

“Ever since the first moment I saw you—I knew that you were meant for me.”

She grabbed one of my hands and brought it up to her face for her to kiss. “I can’t quite say the same, Nia’n’an, so I won’t lie—I was scared of you, for a little bit—and then I was scared of how you made me feel. But I want to spend the rest of my life being in love with you. Is that good enough?”

“With you?” I asked her back. “Certainly.”

I tookoff the translation device and held her carefully, talking in the words of my people, saying the prayers that were from an Arachnaea’s mouth to the Great Mother’s ears alone when a great mission had been accomplished. And when my swelling passed, I pulled my pair from her and she lightly hissed. A flood of my cum followed this, gushing onto the ground from both her places, and I steadied her on the web, whiledrawing more webbing forward, so that I could gently clean her.

“Are you all right?” I asked, after she had been quiet for a very long time.

“I am now, Nia’n’an,” she said with a drowsy smile, and then she looked at me and frowned. “How come you get to heal yourself overnight, and it’s going to take me weeks?”

I had a worried moment where I thought she meant the space between her legs—but then realized she was looking at her broken leg.

I picked her up, content at last, knowing we were finally mated.

“I don’t know, my love, but I don’t mind,” I said, nuzzling my hard head against her much softer hair. “I love to carry you.”

Epilogue

NIA’N’AN

“Ellum,I consider you a friend, but if you come near my wife with that plant between your horns one more time,” I threatened the minotaur, who’d been chasing his own very long-suffering wife around for hours. Then again, she didn’t actually seem to mind...

“It’s the holiday, Nine!” the minotaur shouted, very drunk and very happy, over the commotion of his well-attended Christmas Eve party and the excited squeals of his many offspring.

“Throw me up in the air like at the park, Nine!” one of his children asked, tugging at my nearest set of legs.

“I cannot,” I apologized. “The ceiling is too low here, Ariadne.”

Ariadne nodded with understanding. “That’s because you throw higher than Daddy does. But we can go outside!”

“Wait, what? I heard that! There’s no way he throws higher than me!” Ellum said, appearing to defend his fatherly honor.

“He does, Daddy,” Ariadne said, with a child’s truthfulness, and then Ellum’s wife arrived, a woman who matched Ellum’s appearance almost completely, except she was a little smaller and had a ring through her nose.

“No throwing in the house, please!” she announced before giving Ellum a look. “Except for maybe you and me, later.”

My minotaur friend pointed to the contraption he’d strung between his two horns with a sprig of greenery on it. “Did you notice I was under mistletoe?” he said, pretending like he hadn’t had it on himself for the past three hours.

“Ellum! Give it a rest!” she said, but she was laughing, and she still let him kiss her. I sidled away from their family to go find my own.

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