what arms have lain under my head til morning? [mixed]

[tisnotthehouse]

Who: Tarantulas

What: This spider is about to have some real Bad Times. This is an top-level for everyone who would like to experience those Bad Times along with him.

When: Late February and March

Where: Open

Warning(s): Emotional manipulation and toxicity, people poorly coping with mental illness. Pregnancy, gore, and body horror. Further warnings TBD (4/7)

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[maskedstarbunny]

"Yes, absolutely, please." Warm warm warm, Ryja had thought being cuddled up in her bed was bliss, but this, this is decadence. This is something she needed. To be fair, she hasn't gone without for very long in the last few years of her life... not to mention the dream version of herself! And oh, how nice it is to have someone on top of her again. It being someone she wants to love only makes it sweeter.

[tisnotthehouse]

Tarantulas waits a moment for Ryja to take her mask off, or slide it up so he can access her lips, but when she doesn't do that, when she instead holds him close to her heaving chest, he realizes with a shock of delight that he's been given permission to do it himself.

His gaze is rapturous, hands trembling slightly as he gently lifts up the bottom edge of the mask and slides it up Ryja's face, just enough to expose her mouth. Her beautiful, plush lips...

He whines through clenched teeth, struggling with the urge to just dive in, to bite and take, and to be good. To not be too much, too soon. It's the same urge that's had him holding River at arm's length -- but he needs this so much.

In the end, he cannot hold himself back entirely. He throws himself into Ryja's arms, pressing their mouths together with an agonized groan. His body is trembling against hers.

[maskedstarbunny]

She's smiling when he realizes he gets to pull up her mask, warm and welcoming. One on one, with someone she cares for, she can be okay with it, and it's so nice to let someone else do that.

Nearly as nice as kissing him, tasting him. Feeling him tremble and hearing how much he needs. Tarantulas doesn't smell or taste anything like anyone she's ever had before. And, freshly recovered from an endless chill, she wants to enjoy it. Right now. She wants to feel how warm he can be, and she's absolutely certain he does too.

After all, there wouldn't be anything between her legs if he didn't. Once more it's the same equipment she had in the dream... Maybe a little bit bigger. And it appears all at once, and Tarantulas almost certainly will notice. But she's not embarrassed, not right now, only delighted.

[tisnotthehouse]

Tarantulas does notice, the sudden presence between his legs making him gasp and twitch in surprise. Ryja warned him, when they spoke of this before, but he wasn't expecting the change to be so...so sudden.

...He rocks his hips experimentally, with a careful eye on Ryja's face to see if it displeases her. Primus, the size of her...and she's already so hard. Tarantulas bites his own lower lip in a needy little moan.

[maskedstarbunny]

Ryja almost bites her lip hard enough to draw blood. Warm-warm warmmm-hot! Her hips rock back, an answering motion, equal and opposite. In this, Ryja rarely hesitates. Hands sliding down his waist to find purchase in his hips, holding him just right, right there. Meeting his eyes so she can ask, "Tell me what you want, my surprise," with a warm little laugh in her voice. She just wants to hear him say it.

[tisnotthehouse]

Tarantulas whines again, high and helplessly. "I -- I," he stammers, licks his lips. "I want you to fuck me, Ryja, dearest," he moans, and clutches at her shoulders, nails unconsciously digging in. "I want you to pin me to this bed and fuck me, oh please I need it so much..." His hips are still rocking, grinding his sex down into Ryja's. It's not enough, he feels so empty inside. His internal muscles clench hard enough to hurt.

[maskedstarbunny]

Leviathan take her, how could she ever refuse a plea like that? Up he goes, and then around, and all at once he's beneath her. She's so strong. Perhaps, being everything he is, he's stronger in the right form... But for her size, Ryja's so strong. Hands pulling at anything he happens to be wearing, only barely remembering not to tear anything.

She doesn't want to wait, she wants her not-husband now. She wants to give him exactly what he needs.

[tisnotthehouse]

He hated when Overlord put him on his back, he specifically told Erik not to do it -- but in the dream, Taran Thule never felt anything but safe and loved when Ryja picked him and arranged his limbs like a doll.

It isn't quite the same feeling. His stomach clenches and the joints where his alt-mode's legs meet his back complain about being trapped under his body's weight. But lying under Ryja makes his spark soar, and when the two of them have finally pulled and shoved the last of his clothes off his body so he can spread his legs wide, he's already very wet.

Tarantulas's sex resembles a human vulva, but without a clitoris or labia minora. His bare flesh is an odd shade of grey-green, even moreso where his blood flows close to the surface, and his inner flesh is heavily ridged and glistening with moisture. He whimpers quietly, staring between Ryja's eyes and the hump between her legs.

[maskedstarbunny]

Up goes the dress, and there's her cock, almost just like he remembers it, only a little bit bigger. Ryja doesn't make him wait any longer, just like she didn't with Taran, lining herself up and pressing in. It's not like Taran, it's different. Nothing quite like anyone she's been with before, which is certainly an achievement. But oh, it makes her want to lean in and kiss Tara's face... So she does!

[tisnotthehouse]

Ohhh, yes...! Tarantulas throws his head back, moaning in approval as Ryja slides into him. Her spike -- cock, he mentally corrects himself -- is perfect, long and thick enough to stretch his inner flesh. Inside he's warm and very wet, the soft ridges in his flesh flexing and cradling her cock just as his original body's calipers were built to embrace a spike. He's very sensitive inside as well; he packed his organic valve with as many nerve clusters as would fit, and that was carried over into this one.

"Yes dearest, yes!" he moans, kissing her back blindly, before raising his feet to lock his ankles around her back. "Use me, please -- as hard as you wish. Don't worry about me, I can take it."

[maskedstarbunny]

Oh she loves that feeling, his ankles crossed behind her, holding her there. She loves it, so much. She presses in harder, exactly as he asks, slamming him into the bed... Hopefully the soundproofing in the Oak & Iron is pretty good, or this is going to be very, very audible.

As are her moans, warm and constant, as she kisses and nibbles at him, ears touching his face when she's not kissing his lips, when she's pulled down to his neck by a burning need. In the dream she had such a thing, for marking her partners. Can she even do that, with Tara?

[tisnotthehouse]

Primus, but he liked it too...there are a few factors to consider, but...He slides a hand up the back of Ryja's neck, gently cradling her head. "Try not to draw blood, dearest," he whispers softly. "It's...it's not safe for you. But if, if you want to bite me..."

He lets his head fall back, exposing the length of his throat. "I want it too," he whispers hoarsely.