As my companion and I stared at each other, an elf man entered through the doorway.
She let out a small cry.
The elf man grabbed her hair and forcefully pulled her away from me.
*What the hell is this guy's deal?*
Still gripping her hair, the elf man dragged her to the entrance and forced her to kneel before the fox woman.
After the perverted fox woman finished speaking with her, the elf man immediately slammed her against the wall the moment their conversation ended.
She crumpled to the floor with a thud.
In that moment, her expression vanished.
The cell shook.
It seemed I'd almost torn off my handcuffs, my strength reaching its limit.
The elf man glanced at me disinterestedly before leaving. The fox woman watched us a while longer before following suit.
I'd nearly broken the handcuffs.
I'm no ordinary butcher. If I were serious, I could shatter these restraints.
But it's too soon. Not yet—
As I took deep breaths to calm the swirling rage inside me, she crawled across the floor toward me, seemingly injured in the shoulder and leg from the impact. Poor thing.
She dragged herself to my lap, and when she looked up at me with her hands on the floor, life returned to her deep purple eyes.
It seemed she deliberately erased her expression in front of the aliens.
It's okay. I'll kill that elf man someday. Finally, it's just us. We still have plenty of time, so I'll let you drink your fill… Huh? What's wrong?
Beneath my gaze, she began gesturing.
She stuck out her tongue, pinched it with her fingers, and stretched it downward.
Does she want me to extend my tongue? Does she like my caresses?
Following her lead, I slowly extended my dark, bluish-black tongue, then licked her cheek.
She took my tongue in her hand, kissed it softly, then lowered her face.
When she raised her head again,
her mouth was wide open.
On her cute tongue sat a spider.
A massive spider, nearly the size of a fist.
*A spider? What's this about?*
And it's a tarantula type. That's shocking. Is she okay?
As I stared, she pushed the spider into her mouth—*ahh…*—and closed her lips. Her cheeks puffed out. So cute.
Then she opened her mouth again, sticking out her tongue.
She raised her face as if showcasing something post-tongue shot, flaunting the spider.
????
*What? What's going on? Is she eating it? Or not?*
Never have I wanted to speak with her more than this moment. This clearly can't be communicated through mucus membranes alone.
As I internally panicked, she repeated the motion several times, then pressed the tip of her tongue against mine. A mini tarantula clung to my tongue, scuttling up with a dry rustle.
I don't get it… Is she telling me to eat it?
Is this her way of… thanking me? I don't know much about alien biology, but do they eat spiders? Isn't this one venomous?
Eventually, the mini tarantula reached my lips and, with momentum, leaped into my mouth.
The spider seemed to remain still inside me.
I can only assume she wants me to eat it.
Steeling myself, I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth, crushing the spider.
A squelching sound echoed, and an unknown fluid sprayed inside my mouth. A liquid shot from the spider's rear, splattering my cheek. Hmm, not bad.
As I watched, mouth agape, she frantically shook her head side to side.
Sorry. I guess I wasn't supposed to eat it. Then what was that about…?
My head tilted sideways with a soft click.
She lowered her face again, then raised it moments later.
In her mouth was another mini tarantula.
????
Can you *produce* spiders? What kind of special ability is that? That's amazing.
She moved the spider in and out of her mouth repeatedly.
*Uuuuuh… I don't get it…*
Wait, is she telling me to keep it in my mouth like her?
To confirm, I retracted my tongue, gathered the spider remains in my mouth, stuck it out—*bleh*—then repeated the process. After a few times, she nodded happily, *uh-huh!*
I extended my tongue again.
The mini tarantula transferred from her mouth to mine.
It scurried to my exposed gums, but hesitated to enter, perhaps remembering its companion's fate.
I see. It seems to have some intelligence, some will. Sorry about your friend, Number One.
As I opened my mouth slightly and stayed still, the second mini tarantula steeled itself and leaped inside.
I carefully retracted my tongue, ensuring I didn't crush or swallow it, feeling its presence in my mouth.
Finally, I stuck out my tongue, displaying Number Two.
Emerging from my mouth, it raised both front legs toward her, giving it its all in a triumphant cheer.
She clasped her hands in front of her chest, smiling in relief.
Though I still didn't understand her intent.
She seemed to want me to keep the spider in my mouth.
But *why*? Or *for how long*? It's incredibly puzzling.
Feeling deeply confused, I closed my mouth to hide Number Two without crushing it. Watching this, she pressed her breasts against my lap, passionately deep-throating me.
The squirming sensation in my mouth distracted me, so I couldn't fully enjoy her service, but she swallowed three times in a row. Her teary-eyed expression, refusing to let go, was incredible.
As she left, she patted my closed, gum-exposed mouth.
*Don't open it,* she seemed to say.
*How long?*
Number Two on my tongue was surprisingly soft, trembling slightly in my mouth, stirring a protective instinct in me