>Centorea has you pushed up against the wall.
>She is doing all the work with her mass and motion.
>The feeling of her body making rhythmic contact and her warmth pressing against you is amazing.
>Like a heavy warm blanket on a cold night. Enveloping but not trapping.
>She looks back at you with bliss and just a tinge of regret for not doing this sooner, on her face.
>Her large blue eyes are lost in the moment.
>Heavy, excited breathing is punctuated by loud and soft mewling,
>You can see her fingers clenching and flexing with pleasure and the rhythmic motions of her breasts.
>Her tail, pooled against your chest, swishes from occasional spasms, it is soft and warm.

>A black hand moves into your field of vision and with a finger under the chin, guides your head up.
>Rachnera, laying on Centorea's back, locks her eyes to yours.
>They are a vibrant ruby red. They look eager and are filled with lust.
>She gently draws her finger tips across your scalp, just enough to stimulate the nerves, it is very relaxing.
>Her sleeves smell of a wonderful perfume, exciting and feminine.
>She whispers rare and loving words down to you and with the change in her eyes and expression you know she means them.
>She gently wraps her hands around the back of your heard a brings it forwards.
>Her pedipalps are locked over your shoulder, her thighs splay out and her hips rotates towards you.
>A small lavender bloom awaits, and as nose and lips make contact, her firm thighs squeeze together
>The lavender tickles the senses and the only way to scratch the itch is to angle deeper and harder.
>Rachnera lets out a tiny yelp of pleasure, her back arching, chest bouncing, and you feel her finger tips bite just a bit.
>No damage is done. She won't harm you, even accidentally.

>Your hands, the only part of you free, wander up and down their bodies.
>Centorea's body fur feels lush and fine under your palms.
>Her flesh firm yet supple and enticingly warm.
>Gentle squeezing and soft spanking of her flanks cause her to moan with the sensations.
>You run your fingers along the lower parts of Rachnera's pedipalps, her chitin is polished smooth and has the faint heat of passion flowing through it.
>You reach up and around and give her cheeks a firm squeeze and pat too, they feel softer than one would expect, and warmer than her chitin.
>Knowingly you slide your hands down to her thighs and your fingertips firmly begin to trace the swirls of mixing skin and chitin.
>Rachnera stutters in pleasure as the transitional areas are extra sensitive. He biology means she receives two separate signals.
>The thighs spasm, loosening and tightening.
>As not to over stimulate her too soon, you move your hands away and up her body.
>Rachnera's core is toned with a soft thin layer, and you can feel her muscle flexing in response.
>Higher up you run your fingers along her ribs, tickling her.
>She quickly grabs your wrists to stop you and thrusts your hands against her breasts.
>Her arms reach down to your shoulders and grip firmly. She gasps as you gently massage the flesh.
>The nipples are raised and excited.

>Deep down you know nothing else in life can ever compete with this.
>You try your hardest to make the night last for them.
>They have given much to be here, and ask very little in return.

>In the morning you awake, finding yourself sandwiched between them.
>Centorea lays on her side to your right. Her right arm on your chest, her breasts covering your right side.
>She sleeps with her left arm as a pillow for you and her. Her forehead nestled along the side of your head.
>Her left legs are bent in and her right extended over you. Her attempt at full body cuddling.
>Rachnera sleeps almost as a mirror image of Centorea
>Her left legs arcing over Centorea's body, and her right folded up to allow her to lay somewhat on top.
>She lays with her head on your chest just over Centorea's hand.
>Her left hand is wrapped over and around your abdomen, trying to hug you to her.
>The right hand you find interlaced with yours.
>Both sleep with contentment on their faces.