I've been secretly taking care of Mini Tarantula No. 2 in my mouth.
Thanks to that, I haven't stuck my tongue out for almost a week now. I can't use my tongue even when I'm trying to get a woman pregnant, and I have to be careful not to accidentally crush him in excitement, so it's kind of hard to get down to business.
I even tried secretly opening my mouth and waiting, but No. 2 didn't come out.
But when I eat dog food, he steps out of my mouth and hides in the shadow of my crossed legs so he's not in the way. Then, after I finish eating, he sneaks back across the shadow and returns to my mouth.
No. 2 shares the leftover dog food scraps in my mouth. It seems he gets his moisture from my saliva.
If he's capable of such intelligent behavior, why doesn't he just leave this prison and do his own thing? I think, but it's no use. He won't leave my mouth.
His purpose is completely unclear.
Still, he's a pet the Madam gave me, so I can't just ignore him.
I pretend to stand idly, facing the wall with my mouth open, being careful about ventilation. Thanks to that, the guards passing by look at me more suspiciously. They're probably thinking, "This guy's up to something weird again."
No. 2 refuses to leave, no matter what.
It's like he's staging a sit-in protest against base construction—stubborn as hell. I imagine him in my mouth, wearing a headband and holding a banner that says, "No Eviction! STOP Butcher's Tyranny! NO to Outside!"
It's about time for administrative enforcement. The day has finally come.
Abigail came to the prison.
She has this foolproof communication method where she chews on my tongue. It's the most efficient way for her to send messages. We need to talk a lot to plan our escape, so keeping my mouth closed is tough.
What should I do…?
As I stood sullenly in the corner of the room, Abigail slowly approached me. She looked somewhat anxious. Maybe she's scared of me again after some time apart.
She came right up to me, looked up at my face, and then knelt down to give me a quick blowjob.
While my member was still relaxed, she approached it from below like she was drinking milk directly from a cow—ah, gulp. She wrapped her saliva around it, sucking and using her tongue to stimulate the underside with a slurping sound.
She didnt use her hands. She got on all fours, tilted her head back, and just hummed and sucked, pulling it down so hard my proud son stretched. The whole time, her eyes stayed fixed on my face.
Seeing this unprecedented sight—a blonde beauty devouring a flaccid penis from below just five seconds after meeting—my son instantly became erect.
"Mmm… guu…"
Abigail groaned as her mouth was forced open by the rapidly swelling spongy tissue. Gggg… the powerfully rising meat rod lifted her up.
Throughout this, she never let go of my mouth. That's professionalism for you.
As she knelt, she continued bobbing her head up and down, sending me a message.
—Your body isn't moving again?—
Right… yeah. I was just standing still in the corner, like last time. She thought I was breaking down again and got scared.
I grabbed Abigail's head with one hand and gently squeezed her skull.
This became our basic communication style during fellatio. It looks like I'm forcing her, which is convenient.
—Spider in my mouth—
Abigail licked the underside of my shaft and furrowed her brow, clearly confused. Can't blame her.
To explain this situation, I had to tell her about the Madam.
Abigail's smart, so if I made up a story, she'd eventually see through it. Plus, Earthpin probably knows more about aliens than I do, so maybe she could give me some good advice.
I told Abigail about the Madam. It was a consultation.
I explained how Butcher has a solitary confinement system, what happens there, and its purpose. I told her how I won over an alien woman there through wit and ingenuity, how amazing she is, and how she's become even more wonderful lately. I also mentioned how I received a spider through mouth-to-mouth contact.
At the end of the story, Abigail tilted her head, still sucking my son, with a "?" floating above her head.
I get it. I thought the last part was weird too.
This Morse code-mucous communication is still so slow. It took me two ejaculations to explain all this. Especially since Abigail has to move her head and tongue so much, it's exhausting for her. She was completely worn out.
With guards watching, we changed positions. I laid Abigail on the floor and hovered over her.
The missionary position is efficient for conversation. She just has to bite my tongue or body while lying down.
Still, receiving my strong messages with her entire vagina is like a full sprint for her, so the physical burden is significant.
I no longer see Abigail as a breeding vessel or a plaything. I consider her my partner in escaping this prison, so I don't want to overburden her body.
I wish we could just talk normally.
I want to break free from this ridiculous communication method soon.
"—Unn! ... ngg� ku, haa, aa, aa, aaa…"
Abigail's neatly closed lips easily accepted the tip of my heated Butcher's lance once I pressed it against her.
Her face contorted for a moment as I pinned her down, but soon, mixed with a flush, a shiver of pleasure appeared on her perfectly shaped face. She's gotten used to my giant rod. It's a great sense of accomplishment.
—What's the spider?—
Abigail asked, biting my shoulder.
First, she doesn't even know what a spider is. I mean, who would imagine getting a spider passed mouth-to-mouth?
I lifted Abigail's hips slightly, positioning her for a welcoming angle, and cradled her head in my hands. This blocks the view from the sides for a moment.
Tension flashed across Abigail's face. This position is similar to when I ravage her womb, so I moved slowly to reassure her. I'm not here to hurt you.
As I moved in and out of her vaginal canal repeatedly, the tension gradually left her core. Abigail seemed to understand my intentions.
Seizing the moment, I leaned in close, out of sight, and opened my mouth.
Click.
Her pupils constricted. Her vagina tightened too.
She was shocked, right? She thought Butcher's gums were exposed, but then a tarantula appeared from inside. You're brave for not screaming.
I told her I was taking care of the spider and didn't know what to do with it.
Just as I asked for her opinion, the pleasure from her amazing honey pot became too much for me to bear.
Instinctively, I thrust my hips forward. My rod fit perfectly into her vagina.
"—Hah, hah… han, ah, aah! Aaaaah⁉"
Her vaginal walls reflexively contracted as I pressed deep inside. That rough stimulation was the final push, and the semen, packed tightly in my scrotum, burst forth like a dam breaking.
"Auuuuuuuuun!"
I felt the thick fluid being injected into her womb, gushing out in bursts.
"Aaa—Nn! —Nn! —Fuu! —Nnnnn! —nnnnnn… han… haa… haa…"
Abigail moaned with each long ejaculation, writhing through small orgasms before collapsing on the floor, completely spent.
I withdrew, placing my hand on her forehead, not wanting to interrupt her thoughts.
"Nn…"
A lewd sucking sound echoed as our connection broke, and the white, viscous fluid dripped from her backside, stretching into a thread.
Every time Abigail's backside twitched from the sensation, her glistening labia seemed to chew on the spurting semen, making lewd squelching sounds, as if reluctant to waste it.
Circling the room, I admired Abigail, a work of art displayed in the dimly lit prison, from every angle, and thought.
No answers came to mind. It's beyond my capacity. I'll rely on her elite brain. That's why I teamed up with her.
—Do it. Get to work.
Orders. I took too long of a break.
Halftime's over. Abigail and I resumed our carnal conversation.