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Madam locked eyes with me, her fingers digging into the blaze of Burke’s hair as she rode his face. “Is this what you want, Spencer? One of us eating your sweet, sweet pussy?”
Before I could answer, she closed her eyes and moaned Burke’s name.
My nipples were hard points beneath my bralette, rubbing against the rope with each sway of my body. I could feel just how wet I was, my panties damp and warm over my pussy.
“Please,” I whined. “I promise I won’t be late again. I mean it.”
She smiled, peering at me from behind heavy lids. I knew her well enough to know this wasn’t about her getting off, this was about her exerting control.
“Pet.” Madam tugged at Burke’s hair, forcing him to pull back from her cunt.
“Yes, Madam?” he asked, staring at her with a slick sheen covering his mouth and his pedipalps.
She slid her hand over her chest and down her stomach, plunging two fingers inside of her pussy before presenting them to Burke. He sucked them into his mouth with a moan, swirling his tongue around the digits until they were clean.
“That’s my good boy. Why don’t you tend to our little moth for me? I think she’s feeling a bit left out.”
Burke turned and flashed me a feral grin. “It would be my pleasure.”
Burke
Rather than rushing rightover to Spencer, I let her squirm for a moment, taking the time to admire how pretty she looked, all trussed up for me and the Madam to enjoy.
I really did nice work.
“Burke,” she panted, batting her full lashes at me like I’d forgotten about her.
I looked next to me, where Madam was teasing her pussy with slow strokes, her eyes glued to Spencer.
“Go on, pet. She’s earned it,” she assured me.
I scurried across the floor, coming to a stop right in front of Spencer.
“Such a pretty little moth,” I hummed and ran my tongue over her neck. Spencer groaned, struggling against her ties and leaning into me as much as she could. “My needy little girl.”
I grabbed her thighs, hoisting her up and spreading her legs as wide. My cock bulged inside my slit, and I dry-humped her, pressing the swell of my erection against her pussy in slow, circular motions.
“Fuck,” Spencer breathed, looking down at where my burgeoning cock teased her.
“Is that what you’d like, Spencer?” Moth Madam chimed in from over my shoulder. “For Burke to fuck you with that interesting spider cock of his?”
Ah, my truncus.
It was certainly interesting. Or maybe the word most humans would use to describe it wasterrifying.
My truncus was hidden inside a slit below my waist, right where you’d expect to find a cock on a human male. It emerged when I willed it to, wet and ready with a fine sheen of my own lubricant. The shaft was a glossy, ebony color, long and rigid, with a bulbous, bright orange tip.
For most, it was nightmare fuel.
But I fondly remembered the first time Spencer had joined us in play, rather than indulging her voyeuristic tendencies. She’d examined my truncus for only a moment before eagerly slipping it inside of her mouth–taking me in all of my monstrous glory with zero hesitation.
In all of my life, it was the most normal I’d ever felt. The most wanted. Sure, Madam made me feel wanted and loved, but with Spencer, it was different. She was a young, beautiful human. One that craved us just as we were, embracing the dark, unsightly parts of ourselves we kept hidden from the light.
We belonged together.
“Please,” Spencer begged, bucking her hips against me. Even with her tights and her panties, I could feel how wet she was, how eager she was to take me.
With a careful drag of my claws, I sheared off Spencer's tights, forcing a small gasp out of her. I ran my fingers over the soft skin of her thighs before coming to a stop at the waistband of her panties. Hooking my index fingers into the elastic, I slowly peeled them down her thighs and over her boots, exposing her freshly waxed pussy.
