♥ Into the spider's web ♥

Dustin was sitting in the ready room when Trea’k found him after her talk with Meli. The insect woman pushed open the door, nodded to Rye and Sammie who were busily discussing the state of the ship in preparation for departing the system, and then surged over to Dustin. “Come with me, my mate.” She said, arms lifting him from his seat and making it very clear that she was stating a fact rather than making a request.

With his Vex’ess lover leading the way while carrying him in her arms, Dustin was surprised to note that she didn’t head directly for the ambassadorial bedchamber; instead, she carried him from the ready room down to the medbay, where Bleu was leaning against a wall, medspray in hand. “I reiterate my advice that I administer this rather than you, Trea’k. However, since you’re going to ignore me, here.” The slime woman said, passing the spray to the Vex’ess envoy.

Trea’k nodded her thanks, then promptly handed it to Dustin as she set him down. “Hold this for me, my mate.” She said, and to Dustin it seemed that every time she used the word mate since he had returned to the ship her tone had gotten a little more husky and lustful. From the medbay, she half-ran back to the officer’s wing, tugging him along until they came to her quarters. Pausing on the threshold, she turned. “Please close your eyes” she said softly, a smile flickering over her lips.

Dustin shrugged to himself and did so, before being tugged into Trea’k’s room by his jacket. The insect woman took the medspray from him, and he heard the distinct clink as it was placed down on a counter before cold air hit his chest, Trea’k’s fingers beginning to deftly remove his jacket and top. “Relax for just a moment, Dustin” she purred as she undressed him.

There didn’t really seem to be any reason to complain about the busty insectoid taking the time to reverently strip his clothes from his body, especially in light of what he knew was likely to be coming, so Dustin stood there keeping his eyes closed as fabric was delicately taken and from the sounds of things neatly folded and stacked.

It was as soon as his boxers were folded that Trea’k made her move. Dustin was well aware that the woman was able to produce webbing; she’d used it before in bondage games with the other ladies. What he hadn’t expected as he stood there naked was for powerful arms to suddenly hold him in place as she began to wrap and bind his limbs together. His eyes blinked open to find it still hard to see properly due to the fact that Trea’k’s room was dimly lit, a faint reddish tint to the lighting over dull grey-brown surfaces. Her bed had been redesigned into more of a cocoon-like nest, and it was into this bower that his lover maneuverer his bound form a moment later.

“Trea’k…” he started to say, not wanting to reject her but unsure exactly as to what she was planning. One of her fingers placed delicately to his lips quieted him; he wasn’t sure if he enjoyed being tied up, but he was certainly not going to upset a woman who’d fought her own genetics for the sake of his personal feelings for as long as Trea’k had.

“Dustin, forgive me my mate, but I wish for you to remain somewhat static. It is… a safety precaution. Bleu tells me the results of removing my fertility block might be intense; unlike Velca physiology, mine will hit all at once.” Trea’k’s eyes were soft with care, but her breathing was heavy with her mounting desire and Dustin could do little but nod as she stepped back and retrieved the medspray. “Meli assures me she will interrupt us if we are needed… so here goes.”

The medspray hissed against Trea’k’s chest where she had pressed it between her sizable cleavage. For a moment, she stood seemingly unsure as to what would happen - and then she let out a throaty moan. The chitin plates covering her cunt fluttered open, and when she looked at Dustin again her four eyes were wide - and hungry.

Unable to move, Dustin watched as Trea’k picked her way forward with a predatory gate, her hands moving to caress her chest and sex; her arousal plainly visible even before she pinched one of her nipples and let out another gasp. “You have… spoiled me, my mate.” She said as she reached Dustin, her multiple legs bending to lower her chest to rest on his crotch. Gazing up at him from where her head was resting on his stomach, she smiled, her pupils expanding into four dark pools he felt he could fall into. “I am ready for our true mating, and yet…” She dipped her head down and ran her tongue along the length of his shaft, making him gasp as she slicked it before wrapping it in her breasts.

“I feel like teasing, like tasting you. You stay where you are my mate, and I will take what I want, ok?” Her voice was soft, and Dustin’s toes curled as she began to slowly rock her body along his cock. “Just tell me when you are close, understand? While I have no objections to you painting me usually, this…” again she paused, taking the tip of his cock into her mouth and flicking the head with her tongue in a way that made Dustin whimper before pulling back “…is intended to plant it’s release elsewhere today.”

Dustin was no stranger to his women using their mouths - and for that matter their breasts - on his shaft. Never before had one of them done it with the precise mix of clear desire, clinical calculation and sheer lustful arousal as Trea’k did in that moment. The air in her cocoon-like bed grew thick with the scent of her need, and Dustin was dimly aware that past the sensation of her chest wrapped around him there was the rhythmic sound of fingers delving into soft folds as his lovebug ensured he wasn’t the only one moving towards a climax.

With a whimper, Dustin tried to buck his hips up to go deeper, something that was normally not a problem with many of his lovers. In that precise moment however, Trea’k’s webbing pinned him in place. “Getting… fuck, getting close…” he panted, his hands clutching at the soft threads with which she had bound him. The reaction of the insect woman was instantaneous. Before his brain could process the cold air hitting his cock as Trea’k moved away, she grabbed it, lined it up with her dripping slit and sank down onto him.

Already close from the titjob, having sudden cold followed by her velvet tightness wrapping around him with the fiery heat of her need intense against the chill of the air - it was just too good. Trea’k barely had time to bounce once on his shaft before the first pulse of his release spilled into her - as it did so she dropped her weight completely, driving his cock as far inside her as possible while letting out a ecstatic cry of her own.

Dustin hadn’t expected Trea’k to cum just from getting filled; he’d known about her species and her form and thought he’d understood the sheer need to blend her DNA with his that was imprinted into her. He’d not even been close to the reality; her entire body trembled as his shaft pulsed inside her, eyes rolled back in one of the strongest orgasms he’d ever seen her achieve.

As their breathing settled, she lifted slowly from his shaft, before leaning in to whisper in his ear. “Catch your breath… then will you breed me again, my mate?” Her hand dipped to stroke his cock as she said it, and Dustin’s body reacted on pure instinct, his hips bucking futilely against the web with which she had ensnared him. Trea’k let out a low chuckle, her voice rich with pleasure and a hint of the dominance she had shown him on many occasions with some of the other ladies. “Rye has promised that if you struggle to keep up with my needs today she will be happy to help - so I think I know the answer to that question. Although…” she smiled down at him, her eyes lidded as she stroked his rapidly re-hardening cock “…I don’t think I’ll need to call on her just yet.”

This time around, Trea’k didn’t bother with foreplay or engulfing Dustin’s cock between her massive breasts. As soon as his cock was even vaguely hard enough, she shifted her hips and took him back inside her, the feeling of his shaft’s entry being lubricated by his previous release causing them both to gasp. Once seated, the insect woman took a firm grasp on the hoops of webbing extending from the walls of her bed and began to rock her hips slowly back and forward.

Dustin groaned as the pleasure of the sensation warred with the frustration of being unable to hold those hips or drive himself up into that hot wetness which surrounded him. Trea’k’s eyes locked on his as he struggled, a mantis-like predatory smirk flashing momentarily across her face before settling back into her regular quiet confidence. “Rest still my mate, you aren’t going anywhere and I…” she lifted her hips before dropping them back down, causing him to gasp “…am in no rush to reach my own release.”

Trea’k might not have been in a rush to get to her own climax, but from the way she rode him it was clear she intended no such delay from Dustin. Her slick folds engulfed his shaft, the ripple of her muscles as she rocked passing through the silky walls to stroke his cock in a way that had his hands grabbing futilely at the air once more. “Trea’k, I’m gonna… fuck…” Dustin panted, but the Vex’ess woman’s only response was to give a far more girlish giggle than he’d ever heard her make and lean forward.

“That’s the entire point, my mate” Trea’k said, kissing him deeply as he groaned and pulsed inside her for the second time. Sagging back into his bonds as their kiss and his orgasm washed over him, Dustin was shocked a moment later when the insect woman broke away to trail her tongue down his body. Lifting her hips free of him as she did so, he let out a gasp as her mouth reached his over-sensitive cock.

“Trea’k… I need a minute…” he panted; the Vex’ess woman shook her head. “I have waited months, Dustin. If this is too sensitive, then perhaps something else is in order.” She moved lower, her tongue flickering out to clean the mix of their fluids that had spilled onto his balls, earning herself a shocked gasp from her lover. “I see. So that is the answer this time.” She mused, before rolling her tongue over him and taking one of his balls into her mouth.

Dustin’s eyes rolled back as Trea’k ministered to his flagging shaft; he’d had many occasions where his ladies had worked to get him back to hardness - usually assisted by Rye’s potent saliva - but none before had included the juxtaposition of powerlessness and reverence as Trea’k was now providing. When her tongue flicked experimentally further down towards his ass, he couldn’t help himself, his hips bucking upwards against his bonds with his shaft slowly returning to it’s full splendour.

“One more I think, and then we shall have a hydration break. Maybe another three times after that and I shall ask Rye to assist me.” Trea’k mused to herself, tugging on the bands of webbing that held Dustin in position, raising his torso up from the floor as she lowered herself into his lap. The insect woman gave a contented sigh as Dustin’s cock spread her lower lips once more, before she leaned her body into his, her breasts pressing softly against his face.

For a moment, Trea’k didn’t move; Dustin experimentally used what little freedom he had to run his tongue across her chest and flick one of her nipples before she started to rotate her hips with painful slowness. “This time… is for both of us” she said breathily as she stirred her body with his, their breathing synchronizing as Dustin moaned into her cleavage. Despite the bondage, Trea’k’s lovemaking was tender as she allowed herself to let go - the immediacy of her desire to be knocked up seemingly fading with Dustin’s release already thickly painting her womb. Her head arched back as she let out a shuddering cry, walls fluttering around him before she leaned back forward, her hand stroking his hair. “You fill me so… so well” she panted, her orgasm clearly having increased her sensitivity as the combination of post-climactic aftershocks and Dustin’s tongue on her breast caused her hips to stutter in their slow rotation.

Dustin’s next release was an equally relaxed affair when he came again a short while later. Trea’k’s moans, the rolling of her hips - despite the demands his lover had placed on him, it was all too easy to let out a soft and tender gasp as he pulsed once more, a lazy release that spilled into her hot depths with none of the **** or demand to which each of them was usually accustomed. With Dustin once more softening, this time Trea’k didn’t lift off - instead, the insect woman bent forward, tilting his head up to kiss him as she whispered “thank you… for everything, my mate.”