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]

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.