Fair Trade

~Fair Trade
Tags: Spider, Human female, Beast, Anal

She was strong, even for a ranger. Firm, powerful, agile, tenacious and possibly had more in common with savage barbarians than a 'civilised' person. A testament to her strength, Her axe's head was as large as a man's torso and thrice as heavy. Her gaze pierced mountains, her eyes as green as the verdant forest she called home. Her hair orange, like the fire in her heart. She was a predator, a huntress, her skin was bronzed by her time in the sun and her features sharpened by the constant hunt. Her buxom physique would have attracted a mate, her hips wide and rounded, her bust barely contained in the thin straps of leather she used to bind them down, but she wasn't interested in the weak suitors she had come upon thus far. 'Men', what use is a man who can't even start a fire? what use is a burden, a second mouth to feed?
No, a mate would have to find her, a mate would have to best her.
Nala strode through the rainforest, tearing off a nearby funnel shaped leaf and drinking its days collected rain. She was a week out from the nearest human habitation, which meant she would have to start collecting something to trade, get some coin going, get some supplies, before delving back into a world that made sense to her. Her world, where she was queen of the jungle.
It was strange then, that she was stalked. Many creatures in the rainforest were intelligent, few were sapient. The giant spiders were well known for their cunning and their ferocity, but even then, they were still spiders, and the males were still smaller and quite timid.
And yet, Nala was stalked by a male giant jumping spider.
He had been watching for day, out of her line of sight, his binocular-like vision letting him watch without being seen and his spindly legs let him creep without a sound. He followed, abstaining from all food but what was in his path between her and him. Ariarch he called himself in the harsh guttural hiss that the spiders spoke in. He leapt from tree to tree, his powerful hind legs working like a spring to fling himself across the canopy, never once letting Nala out of his sight.
He worried he was deluded, he worried to the point where it sent twitches up his legs and made his carapace crawl. The fear he would be seen, hunted, destroyed by her before he got close, before he got his chance.
Nala however wasn't terribly interested in anything at that moment. She parked herself on a comfy rock, slamming her axe into the ground and adjusting her clothing. She knew she had to get some replacement clothes, but the belts she had around her bust for modesty were the only things she knew that kept them from bouncing, and her loincloth she fashioned herself from the hide of a particularly agitated gazelle that nearly killed her. She sighed, the belts were cracking though. She tried to hoist them tighter, they kept flexing and stretching and allowing movement she tried to prevent. Her poking and prodding were in vain however when the belts snapped, a couple of the straps whipping her in the arm and leaving welts. Still, conditioned to the pain, Nala didn't even flinch, but the snapped belts were a point of frustration.
Ariarch however had never observed the queen without her garments, he thought they were actually a part of her for a time, until he started watching. It was strange to him when she discarded the belts and stretched backwards, flexing her chest forwards. Now that they were free, he could see that the breasts were each the size of his face, but he was curious as to what the nipples were, he had never seen such things in the past. There was a strange sensation of curiosity when they were exposed, like he had to see more. His gaze turned to her loincloth. Maybe his curiosity would be sated.
Within a few minutes, Nala gathered herself and stood, but the loincloth got snagged on a jagged piece of rock jutting out from the rest of the outcrop. She was too sturdy to trip and fall, but her own momentum pulled it awkwardly apart
Frustrated, she tossed the garment aside, tearing the rest of it off. Ariarch gazed with bated breath, and his patience was rewarded. He could see clearly her exposed vulva. He was confused by what he saw, he reasoned it was her epigyne, but the spider approximation was not quite the same. Where was the protective exoskeleton lip? Without that, there was nothing stopping creatures outside of her species from mating with her.
It was then Ariarch grew hopeful, maybe the rumours were true after all. It had been said that the queen could accept any male of any species, that the thing stopping them was that none measured up. Not that it mattered to him, he was fatalistic, realising that it all likelihood, he would end up as a female's lunch knowing his own character.
Maybe he would be that lucky male that mates with the queen.
Nala had parked herself back on the rock, without any witnesses around her, she figured there was no hurry in trying to salvage her clothes. She was still frustrated though. She leant back, her natural posture puffed her chest out. She spread her legs, letting the cool air get between them.
Ariarch took this as an opportunity, he crept closer, drawing nearer to the ground. He approached from her front, savouring the view of her 'epigyne'. His pedipalps twitched in anticipation, he would only have one shot at this. He figured that the queen was likely no different to the females of his own kin, one mistake and she'll devour him for his weakness. If he could gulp the way mammals did, he would have.
He crept closer, nearing the tiny clearing she was in. As he got to the line of underbrush that separated them, he lowered himself to the ground as much as possible, concerned that he would be seen otherwise.
Nala however simply reared her head back and flexed her chest forward slightly to get more of a breeze in her cleavage.
Ariarch had heard from other creatures that her 'teats' as they called them (he never quite got mammal terms), would bear milk only when she bore the offspring of a worthy mate. He understood milk, fluid sustenance. Many of the mammals had a strange, almost religious fixation on that point, the rumour is that once the milk ran, it would keep running for as long as she was suckled, that feeding from her breast marked one as worthy. It was heavily sexualised for them, an impossible ideal. Many would give up everything, just for one taste.
Somehow, Ariarch understood, few things were as carnal as food, and somehow, this helped add to the appeal.
He took a couple of nervous breaths and leapt.
He landed a few meters in front of her, a carefully measured distance as not to draw too near.
Nala immediately reached for her axe, her instincts honed to react to even the slightest twig snap. A leaping spider was more than enough to trigger a response.
What she saw however perplexed her.
Ariarch danced, his forelimbs moving according to a rehearsed rhythm. He thrust them up, to the sides, forward and then leapt to the left, repeating. His chitin was clicking loudly, rumbling with the frequency of a diesel motor.
Ariarch's aorta pulsed, his blood racing as he resisted that tiny little voice in his head telling him that it's fight or flight time. He was trying to be the master of his fear, but this close he could see how big she was. Six and a half feet tall. He was close to her size, but she was still bigger and that was what counted. His world was spinning, terrified that if he made a mistake or worse yet, stopped for any reason, she would plant her axe in his face and eat him.
Nala relinquished her axe and approached slightly, trying to work out what was actually happening. She had seen the spiders mate before, so she recognised what she was witnessing. She looked behind her but saw no female.
It had to be stated that Nala did have many, many admirers among the sapient of the jungle. They all had a strange kind of culture, their territories marked much like a humanoid's settlements, 'clothes' happened in the form of identifying scarfs and armbands made of skins, bark and vines to separate them from the pre-sapient, the prey and competition. She had been propositioned for a great many creatures, but all were mammal, all wanted her a trophy in their harem. Her axe was still stained in the blood of those who viewed her as such.
But this spider, this male was not of the same paradigms. No social lattice to navigate, no status from mating. If anything, he was terrified of her.
This spider was offering its life to her.
She straightened, this was the first creature in the whole jungle that made such a gesture. Others tried to tame her, dominate her. None bent a knee to her.
She knew that it was all instinct, the same instinct that made the other males aggressive made him try to appease her, but as no other spider had braved it before, while countless others had tried and failed, it was till noteworthy and still worth her respect.
She upraised her arms and waited. The spider would finish his dance when he was satisfied that he had reduced the risk to himself, at least so he can survive long enough to couple with her. She intended to reward this one's bravery.
When Ariarch finished he instantly sprang forward, leaping on top of Nala.
She took the tackle in her stride, wrapping her arms around the spider in a strong embrace.
Ariarch was confused, the hapless spider not accounting for the difference in stature. After all, if Nala were a spider, his leap would have ensured his pedipalps were by her epigyne. However, the tackle only ensured that their mouths were close together. Ariarch panicked, and began to thrash. Nala shot her hands into his mouth and gripped his fangs, twisting them away from his face. Convinced he had made that fatal mistake, he tried to accept his fate.
But Nala did something unexpected. She pressed her lips between his mandibles and started kissing, her pursed lips massaging the tender flesh underneath. Her tongue flicked out a few times, the gentle caress reassuring him. He relaxed his fangs and Nala let go of them, throwing her arms around his cephalothorax and pulling him in tighter.
He wasn't sure what to do, she was too close and on too weird an angle for his pedipalps, and wasn't the whole point to get them inside her? He went with it though, this was enjoyable in a similar enough way. Instead he returned the embrace with his pedipalps, wrapping them around her.
Nala made a non-verbal command when she tugged against one of his legs. Ariarch relaxed and let her manipulate it to her whim. She pulled the leg in gently, running her fingers down each segment, her fingertips teasing each hair as she did. Eventually, she had gotten to the very tip of the leg, running her fingers along the length of the claws. It took her a few moments for her to realise how she could utilise it the way she intended, folding the tarsal claws over so that the tips dug back into his carapace.
She pulled her face away for a brief moment and whispered, "What I want you to do will please me greatly, but if you scratch me with the claws, I will kill you,"
Ariarch nodded in understanding and Nala immediately pressed her face back between his mandibles. She spread her vulva with one hand and gently slid the leg inside her pussy with the other. She quickly took inventory of how deep it slipped inside, and quickly noted that the claws were just long enough that it was impossible for the tips to slip inside of her if the leg went as deep as she could physically take it. She could not have been more pleased.
She motioned what she wanted, and Ariarch followed even after she let go, and thrust with the leg. He was concerned that she mistook his leg for a pedipalp, but he did not dare question her.
a satisfied moan escaped from Nala as she buried her face so deep between Ariarch's mandibles that she accidently pushed him back. Slowly, she rolled her pelvis back, raising her hips so that Ariarch could penetrate deeper. She grabbed the corresponding leg to the one thrusting and did the same with the tarsal claws. She withdrew the leg that had been fucking her and lowered it, careful not to wipe any of the precious lubrication off as she eased it towards her anus. She slowly slipped it inside, a strained gasp escaping her lips as it entered. She motioned it to thrust, but infinitely more gently than with her pussy. She then drew the other leg she had and pressed it inside her pussy. As the lubrication settled in her arse, she grew more confident and started motioning for Ariarch to thrust in tandem. When she let go, Ariarch continued thrusting.
She moaned, one arm wrapped tightly around his cephalothorax, one massaging her clit. She didn't have much success, as Ariarch grew more confident, he slowly pressed deeper and harder. She kept losing time with his thrusts, but she didn't care, his dexterity was measured, perfect. His thrusts were exactly how she wanted them, angle, depth, speed. The hairs on his legs sensed each and every flex she made, every twitch and muscle spasm. The slightest adjustment that got that sweet sounding moan from her, that tiny quiver on the trust and sent her body shivering, he felt all of it.
Nala gave up making out with Ariarch, her breaths shuddering as she tried to gasp for hair. Somehow, Ariarch found the strings of saliva that connected their mouths 'cute'. He gazed at her, watched as her face reddened, made a point to forever remember the way she bit down on her lip, the way her eyes rolled. He listened to every moan and cry.
Suddenly her grip on his cephalothorax tightened as her whole body grew tense. Ariarch was concerned at first that something was wrong, but the moans that came from between gulped breaths and stuttering cries eased his fears.
He finally understood why his relentless thrusting was so pleasing, as Nala let out an orgasmic cry, her head rolling back, her chest heaving, splotches of red coloured the tanned skin as a rush surged through her body. He felt how flush she became, how the blood pumped as much as his did when he was afraid, he could sense the overwhelming flood of pheromones released from her body, the warm wet sensation that trickled down his legs as her pussy tightened, quivered, and released a deluge of its juice down his leg.
Nala took a couple of deep breaths as she crawled away from Ariarch, letting the legs slip out of her. She wheeled around, balancing herself on her hands and knees despite still shaking.
	"Lets try this again... Pretend I'm just another one of your kind and do what you came here to do..."
Ariarch's blood rushed as he readied his pedipalps. He reared back and leapt. He landed over her, his face twisted around, staring between her legs.
Nala lowered herself, balancing her body on her cheek while she used her hands to massage her breasts. Playing with them seemed to prolong the surge from before, bringing her back onto the edge.
Ariarch wasn't quite sure what to do, there were two holes and while he figured out which one was the correct one, the queen seemed to appreciate the usage of both.
Oh well, he had two pedipalps after all.
He reared for it, planting both of them as deep as he physically could. For a spider, this would be enough, but the queen showed how she preferred her love. Energised by the bestial, joyous cry that Nala issued, he thrust. The pedipalps had already long gone to work, torrents of seamen issued from their tips, spurting out of Nala and running down her legs. But Ariarch held on, no matter how intense the sensation was becoming. He felt Nala's body tighten again, circulation to his pedipalps decreasing as her body squeezed tight, but he kept at it, feeling a rush with each passing thrust.
As Nala issued a roar the likes that shook the ground and sent birds scattering, Ariarch let out his own screech as every last drop of his seamen packets was pumped into the queen's carnal temple.
He withdrew the pedipalps and rounded to her.
Nala rolled onto her side and opened her legs, scooping up one of the seamen packets and bringing it to her mouth.
	"Name?"
	"Ariarch, my queen..." he clicked
She licked the seaman packet, her smile indicating that she liked the taste.
	"Would you be the first of my harem?"
	"My... queen?" Ariarch expected to leap away before he was eaten.
	"I don't need your protein if that's what you're concerned about..." she slurped up a mouthful of the packet and licked the residue of her lips, "pump enough of these in me and I'll have more than enough. No, do you know how the mammals all gather, how the males all have a troupe of females under their aegis that they breed freely with?"
	"I... do but I... don't understand the practice."
	"I don't want you to understand. I just want you to be a part of mine. I want males I can freely breed with. Will you be my spider consort?"
	"Yes me queen!"
At that Nala scoffed down the rest of the seamen packet, accidentally splashing the sticky fluid all over her face. She raised her hips again.
	"I will protect you and care for you provided you prove to me why you should have my favour. As I see that as a fair trade, fuck me till I have my fill!"
Ariarch gave his closest approximation of a smile.
	"yes my queen!"