I opened my eyes and stared at the ceiling for a long second. I sighed, stretching until I heard my bones creak, a strangely comforting reminder that, despite my new spine, my body still complained about my deplorable sleeping positions.
"Oh, that's incredible. Even with my new spine, my back is already hurting. I have a terrible habit of sleeping like a bent twig," I grumbled, getting up slowly.
The goth assassin and terribly charming wasn't in the room. Good sign, and the city wasn't on fire, so apparently she hadn't decided to exterminate anyone yet. I went to the window, watched Osaka cast the morning sun, and went to the kitchen, thinking aloud:
"Let me see what's in the fridge... We're leaving for Brazil soon. The life of a fugitive is such a drag." I muttered, trying to sound philosophical, as I opened the refrigerator door.
I heard light footsteps behind me, not the kind that announce ninja assassins, but surprisingly quiet ones. I wasn't alarmed: I've dealt with beatings, tigers, and mammoths, I have plenty of strength. If someone wanted to eliminate me, I wouldn't exactly be defenseless.
I turned slowly, and the sleep evaporated like mist in the sun. The sight made my breath catch. There, just a few steps away, stood Airachnid, with a smile that was pure trouble. She wore purple lipstick, matching her eyes; the look was bold and ridiculously seductive. And the outfit... well, it was a bunny costume: tight leggings, an exaggerated neckline, everything designed to leave no doubt.
My composure wavered for a second. I had to concentrate not to give in to that instinctive, common-man reaction. If I did, I wouldn't forgive the spider, and honestly, neither would she forgive me for letting me fall so easily.
"That's a low blow," I said, more to myself than to her, unable to hide the gaze that insisted on rising to her cleavage.
"Why are you nervous? I'm just wearing clothes. Nothing special. I'm covered, not naked," she replied, a triumphant smile playing on her lips. "What do you want, for me to parade naked? Or are you embarrassed to look at me?
I considered making a joke to embarrass her, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. It was an obvious challenge to my honour as a man. She was trying to provoke a reaction from me. If she's willing to dress like that, she must be prepared to face the consequences.
I grabbed her by the waist and shoved her against the wall, a move firm enough to break her control of the provocation. I had to apply more force than seemed necessary: in human form, there were tons of robotic spiders compressed into less than 1.6 meters. The impact made the wall vibrate; she held her breath for a second.
Her purple eyes widened. For the first moment, she seemed incredulous that I had actually reacted. She, who liked to pull strings, had stumbled for the first time at someone else's gesture; for a split second, she sounded like a disarmed teenager.
"Wait... that's not what I expected..." she stammered, her voice thin with surprise, curiosity, and a touch of nervousness.
"There's no point in trying to feign innocence. You dressed like that, on purpose, to provoke me, and you really thought you could walk away without any consequences? The game is over."
I bit her ear, making her moan and sigh cutely.
"Wow! Interesting! So, your ear is a weak point, look. What other weak points do you have?" I gripped her legs tightly, circling them around me.
"I... I don't have any weak points. This... this..."
"Shhhhh... You lost the argument... I can tolerate many of your jokes, but you were looking for this." I leaned closer to her face, and she finally fell silent, looking at me with those purple eyes in a very different way.
"I... Damn... why am I nervous..." She bit her lip. She hadn't imagined her body was reacting differently. She was hot. But this experience was completely outside of what she'd planned. She'd underestimated how much I might try to act. And she hadn't imagined I'd try to take control of the situation.
"You know, Airachnid, there's one detail of the human body that you've always underestimated. It's your own exaggerated reactions. You're already much more hypersensitive than most. But you haven't really thought through what would happen during sexual intercourse."
I smiled, loving the look on her embarrassed face.
"I admit I've already planned hundreds of ways to play one of my pranks on you. But I think that's enough for now. So, I'm going to punish you. And at the same time, I'm going to enjoy your reactions."
I brought my face close to hers. Then I gave her a kiss. It started slowly, but she quickly got used to it. Suddenly, I was in my rhythm. She was very quiet, just going with the flow.
I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bed, keeping my kisses on her mouth. It was time for me to tame the alien spider in a bunny costume.
I turned my attention to her neck, giving light bites there, while my fingers traveled to her lower lips, making her jump a little at the contact.
Even though it was a touch over her clothes, she was already sensitive, and her cute expression only made me even more excited for her.
"What's happening to me…" She moaned, sounding drunk.
"I'm just showing you some new games." I kissed her lips as I twirled my fingers over the fabric of her bunny costume.
"This... is cheating." She was completely lost, not even knowing how to tease me.
"Just trust me." I then lowered the fabric of her breasts a little, revealing her pink nipples.
Gently, I kissed her right nipple, then sucked her breasts hard.
"Ahhhhhhahh!!! This is... Aahhh." She gripped my hair possessively.
I admit, her moans are practically cute. Maybe part of me knew that sooner or later this would happen, I just couldn't imagine her teasing me with this bunny costume.
So I made a trail of kisses that went from her stomach to her pussy. I glanced briefly at her purple eyes, which were shining with anticipation. Then, with a light tug on the fabric, I made my way to her intimate parts. I ran my tongue under her clit, giving it a hickey with my lips, making her tremble.
Her legs wrapped around my head, and her fingers tightened their grip on my hair.
"Lux... I, I feel... good..." She stammered, not knowing how to describe the feeling inside her, she just wanted more.
Then, she screamed in pleasure, her entire body vibrating for a few seconds that seemed longer than a normal orgasm.
"Fuck... I can't even feel my legs," she murmured, completely stunned.
I smiled at her comment, which made me even more interested in how to make her lose control. I grabbed my member and positioned it at her entrance, bringing her out of the haze of pleasure and back to reality.
"You're going to..." She looked up, knowing what was going to happen. "If it hurts... I'll kill you."
She tried to sound threatening, but saying that while dressed as a rabbit with her privates exposed isn't effective intimidation.
"Relax, I highly doubt it'll hurt," I replied mockingly.
"How can you be sure?"
I responded by thrusting into her, making her sigh shakily. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and her hands gripped my arms tightly.
I waited for her to calm down. Judging by her expression, she'd definitely had an orgasm; her hypersensitivity is quite intense. I confess I'm enjoying watching her struggle to regain her composure; she can be so cute when she wants to be.
After a few minutes, she looked at me with some embarrassment. She even looked down a little, knowing I was still inside her and hadn't even started making my move.
"Are you going to keep teasing me the whole time?!" she asked, irritated by my amusement at her expense.
"I'm just trying to get revenge for all your stupidity." I thrust forcefully, making her open her eyes and sigh in pleasure. I maintained a steady rhythm, making her moan with each thrust.
I'm impressed that she's not trying to set the pace during sex. I think she either lacks the strength to try or she's submissive in bed. If that's the case, I'm going to take advantage of it every time she pisses me off.
Her eyes met mine, and just seeing that purple hue gave me an idea of what she wanted, so I leaned in and kissed her mouth, increasing the force of my thrusts against her.
"Hmm hmm hmmm...ahh..."
She moaned as we kissed. Fuck, I should have done this to her much earlier if I'd known she'd behave so submissively.
This made me want to finish her off even more, so I increased my speed even more and stopped holding back, thrusting so hard the bed creaked.
"Aaaaaaaaahhhh," Airachnid screamed in orgasm. Her claws shot out and scratched my back, but I ignored them and shot my load inside her, making her tremble and moan sweetly in my ear.
"I... I-I think... I found my... new favorite routine," she whispered, as if she were about to pass out.
I smiled at her, then took advantage of the angle to suck hard on her neck, and I confess I gave a little bite to tease.
I felt her hands move to my neck and then grab my face for a kiss, which was surprisingly slow and not desperate. She seemed to just want to enjoy it, or try to regain her strength during it.
But she only made me harder, and the warm sensation of being inside her only made me want her even more. Fortunately, I felt her walls close in on me, as if she were crushing me.
"I hope... you're ready, I want more." Her voice sounded very close to her dominant personality.
"Too bad for you, I can do this until you're overwhelmed." I teased, watching her give me a little kiss of approval, letting me keep playing with her.
After a good few hours... seriously, a really good few hours. In fact, I didn't even know exactly how long we'd been doing that.
The best part is that she was so resilient that she allowed me to do it with my maximum strength, without worrying about hurting her. However, this game ended up causing us to break the bed and destroy the mattress with her claws.
I confess this is the first time I've had sex in a measly 6,000 years. It wasn't for lack of interest, but no one could keep up with me, and for the first time, thanks to this gothic spider, I was able to feel truly satisfied. While I could do it more often, I don't want to brag or turn Airachnid into a sex addict.
I sat on the bed, a blanket draped over my body. While Airachnid slept, she looked almost angelic. Ironic, really, she was far more endearing asleep than in any other state. But now, she was utterly still. For the first time, she didn't seem like a robotic assassin but rather a girl caught in the throes of adolescence.
"If you were like this most of the time, dealing with your personality would be a breeze," I said, gazing at her weary expression.
"Idiot…" she whispered, her eyes fluttering open briefly before she drifted back to sleep.
After the night, I left Airachnid sleeping and set about preparing for our trip to Brazil. I packed her clothes, her comics, her whims, five full suitcases in the end. I swore to myself that next time, I'd invent a dimensional pocket just for her belongings; it couldn't be that hard.
With the suitcases stacked on the table, I headed to the kitchen and whipped up a breakfast fit for a queen: calorie-heavy, piled high with food to satisfy a ravenous beast and, hopefully, soften the mood of the gothic spider. I stacked pancakes, over fifty of them, one atop the other. Not exactly healthy, but it was part of my unspoken contract with her.
I measured the sugar carefully, enough to make it delightful without turning it into an energy bomb. I'm not a fan of pancakes myself, but I'd learned that satisfying her appetite was also a way to keep things under control.
When I finished, I heard footsteps and turned. She was wearing my shirt as her only cover, her hair disheveled, her gaze still heavy with sleep. I set the plate on the counter and nudged it toward her.
"So, grumpy spider, how're you holding up?" I asked, keeping my tone light.
"Tired…" she mumbled, her words soft between slow chews. "Never thought I'd feel like this."
"Weird, right? Usually, the one losing sleep over post-coital blues isn't the woman," I teased, noting the faint blush on her cheeks. "Why so down? You're usually more… lively."
She set her fork aside for a moment, her eyes fixed on some inner point.
"It was a lot of emotions. Like everything hit me in a way I can't explain. I think… I had a strong reaction. Almost like trauma." Her voice carried a raw honesty, free of theatrics, just an acknowledgment of something unexpected.
I sat beside her, unhurried.
"Want to talk about it? Or would you rather eat in silence until the world feels less strange?"
She resumed eating, slowly.
"Silence first," she said, offering a faint, tired smile. "Then we'll talk."
I lingered in the kitchen, watching her devour pancakes like a powerhouse; they vanished at an alarming rate. For a moment, I thought it was just fatigue, an adrenaline hangover, yesterday's intensity had taken a toll on us both. But there was something more in the way her shoulders slumped, as if an invisible weight pressed against her chest.
"You okay?" I asked, trying not to sound overly concerned. "Like… physically okay?"
She looked up, still chewing.
"Oh, I just want to do it again with you. That's what's bothering me." Her voice was low, almost shy.
Her answer hit me like a slap.
"What do you mean? We had a great time last night, and now you're complaining because you want more? What's the logic here?"
She looked away, and I caught the edges of her ears turning red, a small, far-too-human detail for someone who'd once been an iron queen.
"I feel… hypocritical. That's all." The words came out short, laced with a sincerity that didn't match her usual irony.
Suddenly, the pieces fell into place, and I felt a dizzying click.
"Okay, maybe I went too far," I muttered to myself, recalling the trick I'd used to make her more… responsive. I suppose I overdid it when I tweaked her sexual sensitivity; our little game must have wounded her pride in a profound way.
"Do you still feel like hitting me or something?" I asked, probing to gauge how deeply her pride had been hurt, or compromised.
"Part of me wants to kill you. The other part… wants to hold onto you and never let go," she murmured, her voice a strange blend of sweetness and menace, which, coming from her, was almost more dangerous than a piercing glare.
Okay, now I get it. The issue wasn't the act itself. It was her nature. Because, as intense as our night had been, what I'd truly awakened in her wasn't something emotional or romantic, it was something primal, rooted in the essence of her species.
Insecticon queens have existed for eons. They emerged as a balancing mechanism for the flow of Energon on Cybertron. Without their relentless consumption, the planet would likely have faced catastrophic energy eruptions. This adaptation, however, transformed the Insecticons into something more: a distinct race, though still closely tied to Cybertronians.
In terms of raw power, they're formidable. They may not match the might of a Prime or a Predacon, but they can certainly rival lower-tier Cybertronian knights, more than enough strength to devastate entire cities when multiplied by a swarm.
But there's a critical detail: despite their potential for long lives, Insecticons rarely achieve such longevity. Locked in constant clan wars, their existences are often cut short on battlefields.
So, to ensure the survival of their species, the queens developed a singular ability, entirely outside the Cybertronian norm: biotechnorganic reproduction.
And that's where the problem with Airachnid lies. I didn't just wound her pride. I… triggered something instinctual. I put an Insecticon queen in heat for the first time in millions of years.