FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Or "A lesson in silk."

Useful word definitions:

Tarsomere. The front part of a webspinner that holds the silk gland

Stridulation. A sounds produced by insects by rubbing two body parts together, like the chirping of a cricket.

Her laughter filled the small confines of their car again, the two were so engrossed in their talk that it took the squeaking of their tires in the rain drenched night to pull them out of the revelry. “Destination: Arrived.” The automatic vehicle announced to the couple in a calm drone. Sherry made an exaggerated groan at her vehicle. “I have eyes you know!” she chided. Her partner laughed at the faux outrage, his mandibles clacking in delight against each other. “Don’t worry Sherr, once we’re seated the only thing interrupting us will be the server.” Hunched over, her boyfriend Urzak’e’t, or ‘Zack’ scooted over the supple leather of the seats, opening the door with a press of a button. The limbs of his lower power powered him towards her side of the vehicle, opening it for her and extending a crooked bristly front limb towards her, the bulbous, egg shaped tarsomere put ahead of the delicate silk ejectors. Sherry lifted the hem of her white dress and swung her legs over the side of the car, giving him a smile as she took his arm, grateful for the help out.

Fortunately for the duo the vehicle had managed to find a parking space underneath the restaurants awning right in front of the wide clear windows, leaving the couple undisturbed by the downpour. She looked over herself in the window, making sure her long brunette hair was tidy, and that no stray bristle had snagged onto her dress. Zack on the other hand was much more of a perfectionist than her. His two kidney shaped compound eyes wandered over every inch of his black carapace. His custom fit black suit blended well with his upper half, ending about where his middle legs began, said legs were strenuous in smoothing over every crease real and imagined, his palps doing double, then triple checks along his two web spinning legs, returning them carefully tucked against his “chest.” Sherry decided it was time to intervene. She kissed his shoulder, breaking him out of his ad hoc grooming. His long antennae curled back tightly as she looked at her in embarrassment and gave a flustered apology. “S-sorry about that.” He stuttered out. “Just a little nervous, we’ve never been here before, and do you think theyevenhappytoseethisone, and-. Troubles speaking mt language? He must really be worried this time. “It’s going to be fine, just act natural and be nice to the staff and it’ll all be smooth sailing from here on out. He really did look cute when worried. She loved Zack, but he is a creature of habit. Getting easily comfortable in routine and anxious outside of it, it could take a little prodding and pushing to help him along.

Slowly his antennae curled back to their normal, forward facing position, the delicate sensory organs gracefully arching down in their own little kiss as they brushed her head. He nodded to her and with a little more pep in his step(s) walked her past the front door of “The Lantern.” The scattered lacquered wood tables inside were lit up by bulbous retro fluorescent lights. With the electric fireplace at the far end offering a dancing warm light that lent the dining room an intimate ambience. An immaculate receptionist in a fine suit greeted them, his words betraying no emotion other than a warm welcome. “And you two must be-.” He paused, checking his watch, his eyes only flickering for a second off the two.”-Zack and Sherry, just on time. Your table is ready and Jessica will be your lovely host tonight.” He followed them to a particularly secluded table on the far corner of the bistro, smiling and nodding when a petite woman in a similar black wear came by, two lamented papers in her hand. She greeted them and handed the two their menus and took their drink orders, finally leaving them alone with only a lit candle between the two. It wasn’t particularly busy tonight, only a handful of other souls were eating tonight, but the lovers cherished their privacy even in public. Sherry was the first to speak up. “Pretty snazzy right.” Her eyes scanned the menu. “And don’t worry, this time I made sure they have something you can eat.”

Zack gave an amused chitter as his antennae twitched at the memory. The chairs here couldn’t accommodate his anatomy without it being quite uncomfortable, leaving him more or less stand with his back and middle legs to keep himself up, leaving his delicate silk spinning forelimbs to handle the rest. Fortunately though, he still had Sherry with him. She flipped open the menu for him, letting him look over it, flipping it when he asked her too, until both had made up their minds on what to order. Their server came up to check on the two, giving that same pre made smile packaged with a bottle of red wine and two glasses. “Are you two ready to order, or do you need a few more minutes?” Jessica asked, her notepad at the ready. “Yes, I think we are.” Zack replied, watching the rather long red straw in his wine glass sway from side to side. Sherry on the other hand had to put the back of her hand to her lips to keep from laughing at the almost comically long straw unceremoniously placed in his drink. “Yeah we are, I think I’ll have your Mushroom burger.” the Webspinner stated. Sherry gave her order as well, a fall salad with feta. Already she was salivating at the thought of it, with Zack’s palps already being unconsciously preened in sympathy with her rumbling stomach.

With the restaurant being this empty they were more than glad to cook the couples food quickly, sending it out under no pressure of a backlog or rush of orders on the sleepy day. Their small talk grew out of this between bites of their meals, with Zack, whose species mostly ate plant and fungal matter, being especially engrossed in his meal. The two took on a wide variety of topics, ranging from movies, politics, work, and everything in between. The liquor especially acted as a spool to pull the various threads of conversation. The dining room was virtually deserted, with the dim light of the romantic candle flickering erratically in its death throws among a pool of wax, illuminating not much more than the almost empty bottle of wine in the middle. At this point their talk had descended into matters that were more... personal for the two, more strained. Zack in particular looked deep in worry, fiddling at his suit collar with his antennae crossed in front of each other. “What do you mean, I-I know we’ve had our difficulties but am I n-not... performing?” His last words were drenched in self doubt and Sherry swore at herself. Boring was definitely the wrong word for her to use, it made her feel like an ass. “No no-” She paused to take in a deep breath. “_ No .” Sherry emphasized. That seemed to assuage some of her partners fears with his antennae starting to uncross themselves. She moved a hand to his forelimb, rubbing her thumb in small circles along his bristly tarsomere. The black mirror of his eyes reflected her own concern and regret. “It’s just...” Sherry struggled for the right words, tightening her grip on his limb. “It’s great, like, _wow, each time, but.” She didn’t have time to continue before Zack interrupted. “But?”

She spoke slowly, trying to dry up the wine laden fog in her mind by carefully analyzing each word well before it came out of her mouth. “We’ve been doing it the same way for months, babe. Maybe we could try something to put more variety in bed rather than just what works. Try something new and take risks even if we don’t end up liking it.” Zack’s mandibles and palps pressed together as the insect mulled over his thoughts. Several mouthfuls of liquid courage later her boyfriend was ready to give his thoughts on it. “and-” Sherry continued. “-I even got something planned, and before you ask it’s a surprise. The surprise in question came to Sherry almost by random when she was talking to a friend a few weeks back. It wasn’t cheap, especially considering her and her lovers different needs, but she hoped that this would help Zack with being more creative in the future, a taste of the variety out there per se. “Well...” he said, his mandibles clacking along to mimic the human mouth. “You did bring me to this lovely place, the food is great, it’s so peaceful and uhhh, if I can do one new thing in a day, then why not two!” Sherry smiled at his answer. “Great!” She said, some of her own excitement leaking through her reply. “I knew you’d come through.” She leaned forward, gently snatching one of his errant antennae, giving it a soft kiss to show her appreciation of his acquiescence.

She can’t help but feel like she missed something between the lines of what he said though. The gears in her mind turned as her brows furrowed together, her head cocking against her shoulder... “What do you mean by ‘why not two?’ Her eyes widened at the realization. A hot blush ran down from her face to her feet. But before she could speak she all at once felt surrounded as his antennae poised themselves behind her head, curdling down the clothes of her back, the flexible, jointed chitin’s impossibly fine hairs sending a shiver down her spine. He leaned in close, straining his upper body slightly as his mandibles opened wide, his palps converging on themselves tightly against his face in the Webspinner equivalent of a devilish grin. It didn’t take long until he had lined himself up against her neck, softly nibbling against it with his exotic mouth, ever-so deftly pinching the supple skin. “I want your surprise tonight, Sherr.” He whispered against her. She should have expected this. No, she did expect something like this to be the cherry on top to their night. But Zack always managed to put her off balance with how fast his mood could swing from nervous to erotic. Their server at this point has pivoted to look away from the two as Sherry lifted the table side drinks menu as a makeshift screen as his affection began to grow. Her toes curled and she bit her lip, about to make the call to return home she was once again side stepped by wine brave insect. “I’ll pay... then we’ll continue where we left off in the car.” His words ran like warm honey through her and she nodded against him. Oh yes, tonight was going to be filled with surprises.

Urzak’e’t laid on the velvety soft covers of the master bed in the center of the master bedroom of their apartment. He was a patience insect, coming from a species that is used to hanging around in quiet burrows all day, and today it certainly helped when he had to deal with putting on clothes. Or at least clothes of a kind. A panoply of white lace and garter clung to his black chitinous body, themselves matched with tight white stocking for his limbs. Getting lingerie for a Webspinner was costly, and putting it on was a painstakingly slow process for him to do alone. Especially considering his girlfriend laid right behind the bathroom door, likely having herself finished preparing long before he did. He pulled the final stocking over his forelimb, taking utmost care in not disrupting the delicate silk producing glands on the tips as he slipped it past them at an agonizing crawl. Zack marveled at the feeling of the delicate linen against him, stretching the leg in circles to let it fill his natural grooves. He felt it was completely worth it, even if it did take forever to put on. Sherry had suggested the idea of lewd clothes like that over a year ago. The look on her face that night has already spurned a small chest of them. Nothing was too good or time consuming for her. But then again, the wait could take you out of the mood...

Zack dismissed his day dreaming, finally fully dressed and comfortable he made the call. “Alright Sherry, I’m ready!” He felt butterflies in his stomach waiting for her to come in. It’s not that he hated doing new things, not at all. Zack felt his antennae involuntarily start to slide back behind his head, tapping against the wooden headboard. It’s just that to him, he feels that when he does anything with Sherry he must show her his best. To make her feel happy to be with him, to let himself be the (proverbial) shoulder to lean on at any time. Being in the unknown however, he had no way of helping her if something was amiss. She would be on her own and it worried him. He heard the door click open and his arms reflexively came to his chest, the bulbous tips half obscuring his face. The spiracles on his breath took a deep breath, but it caught in his abdomen when Sherry entered the room. What she was wearing wasn’t exactly elaborate, all she wore was a pair of black panties simply trimmed with small red bow to compliment at the hem, matching the color as well were her brilliantly red lips in a thin, growing smile. No. What snatched snatched the attention of each angle of his compound eyes was the heap of red silk rope, the shimmering luster reflecting in his eyes alongside Sherry’s wide apple-cheeked grin. “Surprise!” She cried out to him, leaving the insect rather dumbfounded. He swayed his body forward, landing his upper half on top of his lower. His antennae remained neutral in the dry air, he could tell Sherry was disappointed at his reaction, her lips drooping down just a little, cheeks losing some of that rosiness. “What?” She said. “Aren’t you even surprised a little?” Zack scratched the underside of his head, the bristles scraping pleasingly against it as he thought of a reply. “I thought we tried bondage before, I still have the cuffs in the chest.” He said, his antennae pointing helpfully to a small box in the corner of the master. Sherry pursed her lips and shook her head. “No Zack, we aren’t doing anything light like that, no cuffs allowed. Tell me, have you ever heard of the word “Shibari?” Sherry asked.

Zack rattled the word through his noggin’ a few times before drawing a blank. “Nope.” He clacked. Sherry was quick to inform him. “It’s a Japanese bondage art that uses rope for not just tying someone up but also for the aesthetics of it.” He combed a bristled leg along his body at this, creating a low stridulation as his curiosity was piqued. “The aesthetic of it, what do you mean?” Zack could see her face change again to a bright smile. Long years of living with her had made him practically memorize the brightness of her eyes when she was excited. And tonight they were glimmering. “I’ll show you.” was her response as she made her way towards him. Zack understood the cue and rolled his body back out against the bed. They delay of him getting dressed did take up a lot of time, but (un)fortunately for him it also gave Sherry plenty of time to practice and prepare the length of fine rope for the occasion considering the short notice. Before Zack knew it Sherry was straddling his middle measuring rope carefully, her tender body conforming to his hard chitin. The webspinner gave an involuntary shiver at the sensation. Sherry pulled some of the rope from the bundle between her fingers and thumb and put it close to his eyes. “This should be uncomfortable at all, hopefully.” She said. “I got the softest rope I could find, it’s nothing like cuffs or course line, but there’s a few things I should make sure you know. Firstly, try and relax, if you’re tense and I’m tying it’ll be too loose when you do relax. Secondly, I don’t know every detail about your body Zack, so if you feel pain, chaffing, or numbness of any part of your body during tell me right away, I don’t want to hurt you.”

Apprehension had partially drained itself from him at the knowledge of firm rules for their fun. He nodded without hesitation and Sherry began her binding. She wisely started with his forelegs, cross crossing along the white fabric surrounding them in a tight bind before circling back behind the bug, keeping the legs firmly against his chest. He wiggled them, only able to move them is the slightest measure. Sherry put on a satisfied grin and continued. She worked at a brisk pace, starting with all of his legs, then working from the bottom up on his long segmented body. On the body the designs became increasingly elaborate with the only his delicate spiracles being given a wide birth from the binding. They circled around him, looping under and around, cross ways and side ways. Zack watched her the entire time, staring with unrestricted adoration at his lover working so dedicated and focused on an idea that may end up never being tried again. He felt a twinge of Irony about how this time it was Sherry who was writhing and wriggling all over him half naked to practice her newly learned craft, finishing it with a small bow knot underneath his mandibles..He swayed in his restraints, threatening to keel over to his side as she dismounted him to admire her handiwork. He could see her practically beaming with pride as her gaze traveled down his body, nodding at each loop, bend, and knot in her carefully chosen design. Suffice to say, after all of this Zack was feeling more than a little hot and bothered as her eyes would have confirmed. Zack could feel her eyes gaze down at his erect bug-hood nestled between his back legs. The exotic, stiff, and moderately sized organ was practically pulsing for attention. He definitely felt a little flustered being unable to do anything about it himself.

“So uhhh” Zack said as a thin bead of pre bubbled out of the black sheen of his length. “What now?” Sherry was busy putting a finger under the rope for reasons Zack wasn’t certain about before nodding to herself. “We get to put my fine rope work to use, babe. But right now I need to get something real quiiick.” Her words trailed off as she backpedaled to the bathroom door shutting it briefly. Zack had enough time to give an exaggerated sigh into the air before Sherry returned this time to the butterflies starting in his stomach again, with a smartphone. Zack felt his fears lessen when she reassured him. “It’s just for us babe, but I am not doing all this work without taking at least one photo... or a couple.” Zack thought about making a joke about doing poses but instead clacked his mandibles and put on his best “face” as the light from the camera flashed in his eyes rapidly, leaving small sunspots in them. “Done?” he asked. “Done.” She replied, putting the phone down on the bedside table, leaning over with with an outstretched arm. “You sure?” He repeated. “No more pictures to take, rope to tie, surprises to-” He was stopped when cloud soft lips touched his mandibles, putting to rest anymore snark or words he had right now. Her hands began to wander his body again, this time not with the cold precision of craftsmanship, but something else. Something hotter... needier. She groped along his sides, squeezing and pinching his chitin, tugging on the ropes to pull him in closer. Her mouth as soon to follow. Hot lips against the erogenous gaps in his segments left his gasping for air while her tongue sliding between the hard chitin to his soft inner flesh left his panting and moaning. “Sh-sherryy!” He moaned out at her intense assault on his body. He tried to move, to hold her, to touch her body, even just to thrust but the bindings did their job, leaving him sweating beneath them. Her kissing intensified, leaving bright red smears on his black shell. The additional suction on her part as she trailed down towards the undeniable heat at his groin sent electricity through him. “A-aahh.” A trembling moan filtered through his clenched palps as another thin ooze of white speckled pre dripped down his cock, right beside the lips of Sherry. He worked his inner muscles the best he could, almost undulating his lower body to try and coax the attention of her teasing to somewhere else. The webspinner almost whined as she continued her pace. He felt close to begging her to give him more stimulation as he watched her, antennae wide, kiss around the now slick region surrounding his stiffness. Fortunately for him though, Sherry was a merciful and loving person. With a firm but delicate grip she ran her hand along him, sliding from the base to the tip, tightening her grip each time she reached the apex of each stroke along his extra sensitive head just the way he liked. “Nngh-ust like that Sherr. Fuck!”

Zack could feel the hand of the dominating woman tickle the underside of his restrained back, levering his body with her elbow until his head was essentially forced to watch her tease and please him, unable to relax his body fully back on the soft sheets. Through the mess of her hair he could see her bright eyes looking right in as if drinking in the rich ecstasy visible on his face. He knew she was nowhere near done and likely wouldn’t go through all this effort to having him stain her hands. His hunch was satisfied when she paused her handjob. Stopping with her lips resting on the side of his member. She winked at as she slid her small pink tongue along the entirety of his length, the subtle bumps and heat causing him to gasp and twitch hard in his restraints, his cock giving a sympathetic throb of its own. “Sherry wh-what are you do-ah!” He was surprised when her plush lips parted, enveloping him in a moist heat, her tongue circling around as she pushes down several inches of him, a smirk lining her face at his reaction. Zack was panting hard, his breath coming out in hard moans, his body involuntarily jerking and twitching as much as it could as she started to bob up and down his length. Zack felt a familiar, wet, slick throb at the base of his cock, more speckled pre drooling out. “Cloose... getting!” Called zack, warning sherry before his dopamine flooded brain lost his grasp on English entirely. The warning to his horror and delight did not dissuade her. He felt the arm beneath his slip out, letting the bug boy lay back to let out an incoherent mess of “fuck”, “sherr”, and “please” to the steamy air. He felt her hand suddenly grip his base tightly and a wet gasp from her enter his ears as her mouth left his slick, oozing organ, the sudden cold air causing him to shiver.

The sensation cooled down his climb to a climax for only a moment. But like the calm before the storm Sherry was only catching her breath for what was to come. The hand on his based began to shift, pumping rapidly and without mercy, drawing the pressure building just under the skin of his loins to unbearable levels. He clenched and stiffened his body, holding his breath to slow down the inevitable. But it was a battle he had lost since the start. Her mouth collapsed back onto his with a soft grunt, pulling in close to his entire length that wasn’t obscured from her hands, driving him against the tightness of her throat. All he could let out was a long ever growing moan of agonized bliss as he was keeled face first over the edge. White hot molten electricity pumped from his length. The feeling of the burning liquid traveling through his cock and smoothly out of him left him breathlessly gasping his lovers name from his mandibles. He had to give it to Sherry though, she was practised and managed to take the first few throbs, swallowing it before taking her mouth off with a cough, letting the rest flow in wet plaps against his exoskeleton. All Zack could do right now was pant into the air, ever so slowly coming down from his high. His sensitive bug-hood twitched in a flicker of arousal and pain even from her hot breath, the muscles tightening to push out the remains of his sticky seed. A few minutes past before he finally felt he had the breath and focus to speak. “I love you, Sherry, but...” He paused, feeling some of the sizable pool on his chitin drip down his side. “Did you bring the towel?”

Sherry grimaced as she tossed the soiled towels in the laundry basket, coming back to lay beside him and finally untie Zack of the restraints on his limbs and body, leaving a heap of rope on the floor. She knew that for a human being tied up for extended periods could cause a loss of blood circulation and bruises among other things, but she had no idea what it really did to someone like Zack. Slipping the last knot loose from his forelimb Sherry asked. “Do you feel okay, can you move all your legs okay?” Zack’s head turned down towards his legs as he gave them all a firm shake. “Everything feels fine, I think.” He confirmed. Sherry smiled and kissed his mandibles, laying prone on top of him, pressing her chest to his cooler, but still warm chitin. Sherry craned her head up “Good, because you still have work to do.” She noticed his antennae motionless in confusion, probably in a bit of a stupor earlier. He’s not getting out of it this easy. Time for a little quid pro quo. She smirked to herself. Sliding along his thorax Sherry pushes her sex against the peaking head on his almost retracted member, rousing the bugs antennae up into the air. Straddling her thighs on his sides, just above his rear limbs Sherry began to grind herself on his chitin in a smooth rhythm. The friction sent a tingle up her spine and she couldn’t help but let out a gasp at the sensation. “fuuck.” She was feeling more than a little pent up after their first sensation and put in upon herself to make sure her exotic boyfriend knew it. The bump her petals kept pushing against soon became a hill as it began to predictably react to her teasing. It was now Zack’s turn to let out a heated gasp towards her as his limbs instinctively grabbed onto her body. She could feel the fine bristles of his mid legs wrap around her back, and his rear legs curl themselves over her ass, giving them an appreciative squeeze. His arms did more than just tell her he was reaching a second wind, they also pressed her close, giving her clit some much needed attention as it brushed up against the subtle bumps of her lovers textured segments.

Sherry gave an excited excited squeal as his arms lifted her briefly up in the air, his limbs working in unison to slide her panties off of her, pulling them down her legs and finally with the soft bristles of the antennae on the end of his abdomen pulling them down to her ankles until she could shake them off. Those same arms pulled her back down to him tightly, this time his thrusts working in sympathy with her renewed grinding. She rose her hips with him, sliding her sex along the length of him and grinding back against him on her return down. It didn’t take long until she was starting to pant and moan, not just from her own building pleasure but also from the physical exertion of it all. Fortunately for Sherry and her burning legs her lover was taking the initiative. She felt the world sway briefly as he rolled over with her in hand(s), his long body now pressing down on her, curling around her flushed body like a citrus peel. This left his abdomen and groin laying against her hips with his thorax wrapped over her chest and stomach, leaving his head to wrap beneath her shoulders until he his insect face looking straight down at her own. The unusual position was one they shared frequently together, and it certainly had its benefits. One of them being two free arms to do whatever she wanted with. She grabbed his rear legs and pulled him closer to her, pressing his erection against the lips of her aroused sex and trapping him between her thighs. She bites her lip as his rear starts to rise again, lining his member with her entrance. Zack start to gyrate his hips in small circles against her, antennae curled to the side as he gloats on top of her now that he can return her earlier teasing with a vengeance. “You’re such a tease Sherr.” He whispered. “But can you take it as well as you give it?” His question was made poignant as he started to penetrate her. Sherry’s moan however quickly morphed into a groan as he pulled out, only having inserted the first inch of himself into her. He did this again and again, hissing through his mandibles at the sensation while Sherry was left frustrated. Deciding to take it into her own hand Sherry lifted her legs and crossed them over his lower half, forcing him inside of her. “Hey what are you-ahh!” His clipped complaint soon turned into wet, heavy pleasure as he was pushed deep into Sherry. “Sorry Zack.” Sherry panted. “I don’t play fair.” Zack moaned in response, rocking his body into her in short, hard thrusts. As the wet, warm sounds of chitin slapping against flesh fill the air Zack tightens his grips around her. Sherry digs her nails in him, scratching his chitin as she feels a familiar tightness building up in her core.

Sherry could feel the hot pre starting to bubble its way into her. At this frantic pace she knew he was getting close to his limit. She felt herself starting to reach her climax as well. She tightened her legs around him until she felt them cramping, forcing him to fuck her desperately for more sensation. It was enough to get his textured chitin to press against her clit each time he bottomed out into her. “Ahh! Ahhh! Ahhhh!!” Her satisfaction was not to be however as his moans reached their apex. She could feel him throbbing as an almost unbearably hot warmth spread along the length of her loins as he came slick ropes into her. his body going stiff against her, shaking intensely. Still plugged in her his throbs began to lessen and then subside completely. A thin sheen of sweat covered her body sliding in rivulets along her lovers chitin as he uncurled himself from her, she was feeling more than a little sore and tired after their lovemaking and was about to throw in the towel, but evidently Zack had over plans. Still connected she felt his limbs grip her shoulders, flipping her unto her stomach. She could feel the hard mandibles of her lover grasp her neck, she gasped as she felt the pinpricks craw over her sensitive skin. Even in his gentle grip she could feel just how sharp his teeth could be. What happened next surprised Sherry. With a sound like pulling apart a ball of cotton, the telltale sound of her lover weaving his precious silk. She could feel the forearms massage and press into her shoulders, sticky strands of clear white silk in their wake. Zack dotted kisses with his strange mouth against her neck as he worked, his stubby, slick tongue grazing her as well as he held her down. Sherry attempted to move her arms but found them immobile. “Zack, what are you doing?” She’d seen Zack use his silk too many times to count in their relationship, but using it in bed was a first for him. “Sooooft.” His words vibrated against her neck. They were slow, full of a heavy drawl as if in a drunken stupor. “Soo waaaarm.”

She felt another throb against her walls. “Goooing to fuuck you.” He slurred. “Fillll youuuu.” It was then that Sherry realized that her lover was still rock hard inside of her. In later days Sherry would wonder why he acted like this. Zack would shrug and say he still had energy, but Sherry would begin to wonder if it wasn’t some kind of deep psychological drive to breed and spread his genes. But in the fading hours of today any kind of higher thought pulled out of her somewhat literally as he pulled back and plunged inside her. Plap. Plap. Plap. Sherry felt her eyes cross at the unexpected surge of pleasure in his rough fucking. Each breath that bore down on her throat was harsh with aspiration as his abdomens heaved, putting aside any kind of exhaustion or pain so he could breed his lover. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Ahhh!” It was all too much for her. The feeling of his hard chitin slapping against her soft ass, the full bodied drives into her, the way he grunted with a primal need on top of her. It was all too much. The tightness in her core had returned with a vengeance and was on the tipping point of barrelling over to her climax. So soon after his second orgasm though, Zack’s now hypersensitive member was the first to tip over. Unlike before he didn’t bother slowing down or stopping as he came into her, filling her already undeniably filled cunt with more of his slick cum. The feeling of him going over the edge was enough to do the same to Sherry. With an almost pitiful wail into the air she came. Stars and white light filled her senses as her orgasm quaked along from her core to her groin, sending wave after wave of euphoric pleasure through her. She couldn’t grip the bed or find any purchase with her tied up arms. All she could do was cry out into the bed and curl her toes as the aftershocks continued to pulse within her. Sherry whimpered as her insectoid lover made a final push into her depths, the over excited nerves sending brief waves of pain to mix with the pleasure. He gasped on top of her and released her neck. Like a puppet cut from its strings Zack collapsed against her.

The two lay there, both utterly utterly exhausted and satisfied from the ordeal, panting heavily against the covers. Sherry laid with him in the dampness for a while. Taking in the sounds of his breathing behind her and trying to slow down the drumming of her heart in her ears. Her eyes started to droop. “Zack.” He muffled out of the bed. “Can you get me off and... cut me loose?” She felt herself starting to nod off but the part of her brain that held her sensibility was telling her that she couldn’t just go to sleep in sweat drenched sheets half tied up and filled with bug cum. Zack’s reply was considerably delayed. “Wuh... okay uhh.” She could feel his antennae prodding her back when he began licking and chewing the silk, the material swifly becoming a soft good on her rather than a bondage. He seemed to be becoming more and more active by the minute on top of her, just now finally realizing the same sensibilities. “Shoooot, sorry Sherr!” Zack pulled himself out, his retracting length leaving with a bare drop of his cum as it continued to slowly seep from his cock. He rolled off of her, allowing Sherry to prop herself on unsteady arms and wheel her legs over the bed. Zack was already off the bed and on it, offering an arm which she took gratefully. Cupping her sex Sherry waddled to the bathroom as the two worked in what could be described as zombie mode to clean up. Zack replaced the sheets and put away the rope and silk, she flushed down any left over spillage and put on some fresh underwear. They both showered together. Turning of the lights sherry crawled back to bed refreshed but drop dead tired after a long day. Zack took point and spooned her, dutifully pulling his arms around her, curling his abdomen in so she could hold it. She sighed contently. “Did you enjoy it?” Zack only murmured in reply. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Sherry yawned out. She closed her eyes, safe in the embrace of her love, and fell asleep.