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

The return of his ability to transform is such a great relief to Tarantulas that it nearly drives him out of his mind. He nearly forgets to dress himself before leaving his house -- and even then he takes full advantage of the warmer weather to dress lighter than he has since arrival, his alt mode's legs fully exposed and dragging slightly through the air as he rushes down the street. He has to show Ryja. He has to show her right now!

He takes the stairs two at a time, tracking Ryja to her room by scent and tapping loudly on her door. "Ryja!" he calls in his cracked, hoarse voice. "Ryja, dearest! Are you awake? I want to show you something!"

It's the first morning Ryja's woken up warm. The curse of her death has worn away, at last, and she doesn't even bother getting out of bed she's so comfy compared to before. A small book acquired earlier, the candlelight, and her own glow are her company until Tara knocks.

The mask goes on, still a work in progress, she'll be starting a new one soon, with more potential. A couple of breaths to steady herself. It's Taran-tulas, and he sounds so excited. Book goes back on the table, and she makes sure her night dress is not too horribly rumpled...

The door opens and there's a smile under the mask even before she sees. "Tarantulas! You have recovered?" It makes sense of course, if she has, but the thought hadn't yet occurred.

"I have! I am!" Tarantulas immediately pulls her into a tight hug, his arms and all eight of his alt-mode's legs wrapping around her at once. The wider social implications of the fact that he's resting his head on her breasts like a shelf are lost on him, at least for the moment, but there's one thing that is not: "You're so warm," he gasps, delighted. "Are you feeling better as well, dearest?" He grins up at her, yellow eyes sparkling.

The grin is audible in her voice as she pulls him in close. It is now squishy hug time! "Warmth has at last returned to me, and now I am so cuddly. Bunny law says you have to stay in my arms forever." She's keeping that from the dream, it was simply too much fun!

And she is warm. Living in Ishgard, running hot was an advantage!

Bunny law makes its triumphant return! Tarantulas's laugh is cracked and wheezy, but delighted, and he nuzzles into her breasts without embarrassment. "That will be no hardship; your arms are very comfortable, beloved." If Ryja will allow it, he'll maneuver them both back into her room and kick the door shut behind them.

There, now they can cuddle to their heart's content, without interruption or an unwanted audience. "So soft," he purrs happily, squishing her mid-section. "A great improvement, compared to Cybertronians."

And onto the bed they go, flop, warm, it's so warm! Warm and soft and he's so fluffy even in his humanoid form and she's gonna pet him all over and Ryja's giggling so much she can't actually put words together. Maybe being frozen for a week was really bad and getting to cuddle and actually receive warmth is really good!

Tarantulas squeaks in surprise when Ryja suddenly pulls them both down, but then they're on the bed, his legs spread wide around her midsection, and shiver suddenly goes down his spine, making his internals clench. He stares at her, eyes wide, gaze rapt. A devotee before something holy.

Her laughter is so sweet and her body is so soft, like the sugar cakes he came to love far too much around Givingstide. He wants to eat her whole.

"Ryja," he whispers hoarsely. "May I kiss you? May I please?"

"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.

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.

Edited 2024-02-27 13:44 (UTC)

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

He wanted to give this some time for cooler heads to prevail. But not too much time. He'd tried to express that Tarantulas's relationship with him was not irreparable but that departing word from the spider put it in doubt. So, it's time to clear the air. He hopes.

Erik knocks on the man's door, "Tarantulas, it's Erik. I'd like to talk to you." No need to say why, he's sure.

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!

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."

With Erik's supernatural hearing, he may well be able to overhear the heavy, annoyed sigh Tarantulas lets out when he recognizes Erik's voice. And the way he drops his tools onto the table. And his heavy, clipped footsteps, nearly stomping as he reaches the door...

The point being, if Erik is paying attention he should very much know Tarantulas has not cooled off, even before he opens the door to better glare at Erik.

"Well?" he says curtly, leaning against the doorframe with arms and extra legs both crossed over his chest. "What could we possibly have to talk about?"

Damn. He hoped by now it would be different. An annoyed huff escapes him as he looks at Tarantulas barring the doorway with his body, sulking with his arms crossed.

"If you have already resigned yourself to loneliness and isolation once more then perhaps we do have nothing left to discuss. Is that the case?"

Tarantulas bares his teeth at Erik like a beast. "I don't see how that's any business of yours, Lord Osborne," he snaps, that would have been a very good place to end it. Quick and snappy, and then a slam of the door; Erik would have no choice but to go away if he was still determined to follow the rules of propriety.

But Tarantulas has always, always struggled with keeping his mouth shut, and right now it feels as though he doesn't have any choice in the matter at all. "What was the point of it all?" he demands, voice rising. "Making me feel understood, promising to help me? Making me think we had a rapport? Was it all some kind of sick joke to you? I --" His voice cracks. "I thought you liked me."

And there it is. He glares at Erik, furious in his humiliation.

Edited 2024-03-08 07:12 (UTC)

Erik's expression softens even as Tarantulas's turns hard and bestial. He knows how deeply this wound must go, maybe better than anyone else in this town, precisely because Tarantulas's took him into his confidence. He only hopes it isn't too late.

"I do." His words are calm but firm, leaving no room for argument. "I would not be here at your door if that were not true. I do still want to help you, but one thing has to be clear: It is River's right to decide if she wants to continue with you or not, and now that she has made that choice clear you must abide by it.

"I also have the right to decide if I will continue a relationship with you, and so I am here to extend my hand in hopes of retaining your friendship. I know you are hurt. I do still want to help you--to heal. To move past this and find happiness in a place where it can be mutual."

Tarantulas hisses quietly through his teeth, his legs twitching. It would be stupid, unconscionably foolish, to trust Erik again. He already promised to help once before, and did worse than nothing. Who knows what nasty trick he'll play next time?

But...even if Tarantulas doubts his words, his tone is soothing...

He scowls, but also takes a step back, jerking his head at Erik to come inside. And once the door is shut, he snarls, "I don't understand! I did everything she and you told me to!"

"The only thing you must do in order to assure the safe birth of the child is feed this stone with the energy of my domain."

"You must commit a minor act of betrayal on those whom you consider members of your inner circle. You must either take something precious from them, or convince them of a painful lie. Do this, and the stone will grow warm until it splits, and the terms of our accord are fulfilled."

From the following people Tarantulas stole a precious item or feeling to power this boon. Eight broken hearts, to achieve his truest heart's desire.

From Neil West -- Skill, in the form of the arcane focus which he used to dreamwalk.

From Bart Torgal -- Trust, in the form of a lie that made him doubt his bond with First Aid.

From Elias Coldwood -- Knowledge, in the form of a book of notes taken on their expedition.

From Mairi Miann -- Friendship, in the form of a keepsake ring forged to remind her of loved ones lost.

From Jeff Calhoun -- Talent, in the form of his voice; stolen from him by poison and deceit.

From Erik Osborne -- Peace, in the form of a lie that broke Max's faith in his ability to change.

From River la Croix -- Memory, in the form of the mortuary portrait of their daughter.

And from Ryja Featherfist, who had never done him any harm...who had never so much as criticized him...

The morning of March 18...

Tarantulas slammed his front door closed behind him, quickly stashing his prize with the others before scurrying into the bedroom and shaking Ryja's shoulder. He'd -- he'd made a terrible mistake, a very foolish miscalculation, and -- if he's to have any hope of surviving the consequences, he needs Ryja awake and alert.

"Ryja!" he hisses in her ear. "Ryja, sweetheart, I need you to wake up. I need your help."

Edited 2024-03-09 02:22 (UTC)

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?

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