Chapter 364 - A Monster Who Got Her Life’s Most Delicious Fuck

Chapter 364: Chapter 364 - A Monster Who Got Her Life’s Most Delicious Fuck

Her screams came in waves. Each thrust drove the air from her lungs, each withdrawal drew a gasp. The ribbed walls of her spider pussy worked his shaft in continuous, rolling milking waves, each ring gripping and releasing, the sensation building with each stroke.

He leaned over her.

His clothed chest pressing against her human back, his coat rough against her pale skin. His mouth found her ear.

"Your pussy is milking me," he grunted between thrusts. "Every ring. Every ridge. Gripping my cock like you were built to squeeze cum out of me."

"Mmph... hnnngh...!"

She couldn’t speak. Her mouth was open, her tongue out, her saliva dripping onto the floor. Her spider body was shaking, the silver fur rippling with each impact, the segments compressing and expanding around his thrusting cock.

"You were built for this," he continued, his hips driving harder. "This body. This pussy. These rings. Built to grip a cock. Built to milk it. Built to take cum."

"Please... haaangh...!"

"Please what? Please stop? Or please harder?"

He thrust harder.

PAAAH PAAAH PAAAH

"HAAAAANGH!"

Climaxes and Aftermath

Her first orgasm hit her at the twenty-minute mark.

The squirt came from her spider pussy in a violent, clear flood. The fluid sprayed around his shaft, the ribbed rings unable to contain the pressure, the liquid firing outward in twin arcs that hit the floor and splashed against his thighs. Her spider legs locked, all eight going rigid, her human body convulsing, her dark eyes rolling completely back.

"Haaaiyaangh... hnnngh... aaah!"

He fucked her through it.

The ribbed walls clenching around his shaft in rapid, rhythmic pulses, each ring contracting in sequence, the milking sensation intensifying. The squirt continued for five seconds, the fluid pouring from her stretched pussy, pooling on the concrete.

He didn’t stop.

PAAH PAAH PAAH

He changed positions.

He pulled out, lifted her human body, turned her sideways. Her spider legs scrambled to adjust, the eight tips finding new purchase. He entered her from the side, the angle different, the head pressing against new ridges, the sensation changing.

"Hnnngh...!"

She gasped. The new angle hit rings that the previous position hadn’t reached. The sensation was different, deeper, the pressure concentrated on the upper wall of her channel.

He fucked her sideways for ten minutes.

PAAH PAAH PAAH

Her second orgasm came harder than the first.

The squirt fired from her pussy in a thick, continuous stream, the fluid soaking his pants, his coat, the floor. Her spider body convulsed, the segments contracting, the silver fur matted with her own fluid. Her human body went limp, her arms falling, her face pressing against the floor.

"Haaangh... hnnngh... ah, ah, ah!"

He lifted her again.

He pulled out, positioned her against the wall, her human back against the concrete, her spider legs spread wide. He entered her from the front, his clothed body pressing against her naked human torso, his coat rough against her small tits.

He fucked her facing him.

PAAH PAAH PAAH

His mouth found hers. The kiss was deep, wet, his tongue in her mouth, his cock in her pussy, the double penetration of her mouth and her spider cunt overwhelming her remaining defenses. She kissed him back. Her human hands gripping his coat, her nails tearing the fabric, her tongue wrestling with his.

"You’re mine," he grunted into her mouth. "This pussy is mine. This body is mine."

"Yes... hnnngh... yes...!"

She didn’t know what she was saying yes to. The word came out on its own, pulled from her by the ribbed rings gripping his cock, by the heat building in her channel, by the orgasm that was forming in her deepest parts.

Her third orgasm.

The squirt hit his coat, his chest, his neck. The fluid was thinner now, clearer, the volume less but the force greater. Her spider body arched away from the wall, the legs scrambling against the concrete, the silver fur dripping. Her human body pressed against his, her small tits crushing against his chest, her nipples hard through the tight top.

"Haaaiyaangh... hnnngh!"

He came.

The first load. Thick, heavy, endless. His cock pulsing inside her ribbed channel, the cum flooding the rings, filling the spaces between the ridges, the warmth spreading through her spider pussy. The ribbed walls milked him, each ring contracting in sequence, pulling the cum deeper, the sensation of being filled triggering another wave of convulsions in her body.

"Hnnngh... fuck."

He held her against the wall, his hips pressed flat against her spider body, his cock buried to the root, pumping. Her spider legs wrapped around his waist, the first pair gripping him, pulling him deeper, the other six bracing against the wall.

"Haaangh... so hot... hnnngh!"

She felt his cum inside her. The warmth of it, the weight of it, the way it filled the ribbed rings and overflowed, running from her stretched pussy in thick, white streams that soaked her silver fur.

He pulled out.

He didn’t rest.

He turned her again. Back to the wall, face first, her human hands bracing against the concrete, her spider body raised. He entered her from behind, his cock still hard, still dripping cum, the shaft sliding through the cum-filled channel with wet, obscene ease.

PAAH PAAH PAAH

He fucked her for another twenty minutes.

The ribbed walls, now slick with his cum and her fluid, gripped him with a different sensation. The friction was less, the heat greater, the milking rhythm smoother. Her spider pussy had learned his cock, the rings adjusting to his girth, the channel reshaping itself around his length.

Her fourth orgasm was the longest.

The squirt lasted ten seconds. A continuous, rhythmic pulsing of clear fluid that fired from her pussy in time with the contractions of her ribbed walls. Her spider legs gave out, all eight folding, her human body sliding down the wall, her face hitting the floor. He followed her down, his cock never leaving her, his hips driving into her from above as she lay flat on the concrete.

"Haaangh... hnnngh... haaaiyaangh... ah, ah, ah, ah!"

He came the second time.

The load was thicker than the first. The cum pumping into her spider pussy, filling the ribbed rings to capacity, the overflow immediate and heavy. The white fluid poured from her stretched, swollen pussy, running down her silver fur, pooling on the floor beneath her.

"Hnnngh... fuck."

He held himself inside her for thirty seconds. His cock pulsing, the last drops emptying, her ribbed walls milking him with the continuous, involuntary rhythm of a body that had been claimed.

He pulled out.

The withdrawal was slow, wet, each ribbed ring releasing him with a distinct pop. Her spider pussy stayed open. The pink lips, swollen and dark, parted around a gaping entrance. The cum, thick and white, poured from the opening in continuous, heavy globs, running down her silver fur, dripping onto the floor.

He stood.

He looked down at her. Her human body was flat on the concrete, her silver-white hair spread around her face, her dark eyes half-closed, her lips swollen and wet, her tongue hanging out. Her spider body was behind her, the abdomen lowered, the legs splayed, the fold gaping and leaking his seed in thick, white rivers that pooled on the dust.

He stroked his cock.

Slowly. His hand around the shaft, the cum and her fluid coating his skin, the motion deliberate. He looked at her spider body. At the silver fur, matted with fluid. At the swollen pussy, gaping and dripping. At the legs, trembling.

He sprayed.

The load was thinner than the previous two, the cum lighter, but the volume was still substantial. It hit her spider body in thick, white ropes. Across the silver fur. Over the segments. Down the abdomen. The warm fluid pooling in the fine hairs, running between the segments, dripping from the spinnerets.

He looked at her.

His cock in his hand. His cum on her body. His mark on her spider flesh.

"This is mine from now on," he said.

She lay on the floor.

Her dark eyes found his face. Her lips moved. No sound came out. Her spider legs curled inward, the tips scraping against the concrete, the silver fur trembling. Her spider body was covered in his cum, the white fluid stark against the silver, the scent of him filling the room.

In the corner, Rex had finished with Mina. The large male lay on his side, his tongue out, his eyes half-closed. Mina was curled against him, her tan body pressed to his, her tail wrapped around his leg.

The spider woman’s eyes found the dogs.

Then found the man.

Her internal voice was quiet.

Is this how animals mate?

She looked at his cock. At his face. At her own body, covered in his seed, her pussy gaping, her legs trembling.

If this is how animals mate, the voice continued, then I am an animal.

She closed her eyes.

The tears stopped.

For the first time in twenty years, the word ’monster’ didn’t follow her into the dark.