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You returned to Clementia, exhausted, after another long series of rotten days. Getting yelled at, being belittled, running thankless errands, trying to keep up in classes that you keep missing because you’re going on missions that don’t get you any closer to finding a way to break your curse- it was just too much. You groan as you enter the strange sanctuary that is the defunct dorm you live in, kicking your shoes off haphazardly and nearly tripping over them. Just perfect. You trudged up the stairs to your room and lazily threw your bag on the floor and dropped onto your bed. You need a bath. A nice long, hot bath to wash the awful week you’ve been having away.

A trail of discarded clothes followed you to the bathroom, where you were drawing a brain-meltingly hot bath and adding your favorite bubbles and oils. The inviting scent of tea and lavender already began to soothe your nerves. You slipped into the almost-too-hot water and tried to clear your mind. While the problems did start to fade a little, other concerns worked their way in. Your friends outside Darkwick- how are they? Do they even remember you, or did they get Mesmer matched? Will you even remember anything about them after you turn? You’ve never even really dated before coming to Darkwick. It just never seemed important, but now it’s another item in your long list of regrets. As you let that last item linger, you found yourself wondering what another person would feel like as your hands wandered your body, with one settling on your breast and the other finding its way between your legs.

How different would it feel to have someone else touching your breasts? You shivered as you squeezed your nipple and massaged your breast. You began tracing circles on your clit, imagining all the ways that it might be different to have another person touching you, and the way that they would feel against you. How would their body feel? You slipped your fingers into your fluttering cunt, gasping at the feeling of being filled. You fucked yourself with increasingly frenzied energy, using the heel of your palm to rub your clit as you pumped your fingers in and out. Your mind then started picturing the ghouls- who would you even feel comfortable doing anything like this with? The coil that had been winding in your pussy snapped, throwing you into a pitching and shaking orgasm, and you screamed his name.

Ritsu.

Ritsu Shinjo.

Ritsu? There's no denying that he is very attractive, but he's never given you any sign of being interested in you. He's saved you in some really tight spots, but that doesn't mean he's attracted to you, right? But, now that you're thinking about it, you can't help but remember the time that he protected you during the earth quake in the door to somewhere mission. You know it was at least partially his stigma, but you couldn't help but think of how powerful he felt over you. The tension you felt with his face just inches from yours did give you butterflies. It would have been so easy for him to take advantage of the situation, but he was so careful and respectful.

He never does anything without intention, so thinking about how well planned out an encounter would be with him set your mind buzzing. He would ensure that every... detail... was given attention. You know that his hands can be quite tender, as well. During that last mission... You slipped your fingers slowly back into yourself, mimicking the way he touched your pressure point, but this was having the opposite effect from the way he touched you. Your heart was racing and your muscles tensed as another spring started winding in your belly, Thoughts flashed through your mind faster than you could process. His sharp blue green eyes... The feel of his breath on your face... the warmth of his hands... his soft touch...

You cried his name out loud again as the spring broke, pushing wave after wave of trembling warmth through your body. Your back arched and the shaking in your legs splashed water from your bath. You begged the Ritsu in your head to not stop in increasingly higher pitches, as he continued fucking you in precise and measured movements, voicing his pleasure as he approached his own breaking point. You didn't stop until the Ritsu in your mind had fully taken his pleasure, hips shuddering against yours until he had fully poured himself into you. The Ritsu in your mind left you weak enough to slip further under the water, but not so far that you couldn't breathe.

Once you had recovered enough to have functional limbs, you pulled yourself weakly from the bath and dried carefully, brain still buzzing with thoughts about all of the mystery surrounding him. What does he look like undressed? You've never seen him wearing less than a full outfit, and you've never really touched him aside from small, passing touches. He has to be in decent shape, right? He's a ghoul, after all. There are still variables, but surely he exercised as well. He's not one to let any part of himself be anything less than perfect.

*PING*

You were startled from your musings by the sharp tone telling you had a message. You sighed, dejected, wondering who on earth is texting you and what they needed. You nearly dropped your phone when you saw his name on the screen. Your pulse jumped, feeling guilty for what you had just been thinking about. You knew that he couldn't possibly know what you had been doing, but the guilt still gnawed at your stomach. He had always felt so pure to your, yet you were having very impure thoughts.You shook your head, and took a breath.

"Can you confirm your identity as y/n?

"Yes, this is y/n."

You laughed softly. Who else would it be, silly?

"Thank you for confirming. This is Ritsu Shinjo, Sinostra's representative."

Please meet me in my office in Sinostra in an hour."

"An hour? Is everything okay?"

"Yes. I have a matter related to the recent mission that I would like to discuss with you. Please don't be late."

"Got it. I'll be there."

An hour? That will have this discussion very close to the end of the business day, and you're barely going to have time to get yourself presentable before you head over, much less shake off the thoughts whirring in your mind. He's so put-together, and you're going to be barely holding together when you go. You heaved a deep sigh and set about making yourself presentable, trying to clear your mind and prime yourself to be able to look him in the eyes.

You arrived with ten minutes to spare, though your hair was still damp and you hadn't tamed the cowlicks as much as you would have liked. He was looking at some papers on the desk when you arrived, and greeted you before looking up. When he looked up, a mild look of dismay flickered over his face.

"Y/n, the business day has not yet completed. Why do you look like you just came from the bath?"

"Well.... I did," you murmured shyly, "I had finished my classes and needed to unwind a bit."

"I see. Please be mindful of the time going forward."

You blushed deeply and nodded, trying to not think about what else you were doing to unwind. You cleared your throat and turned your attention to the papers on his desk.

"So... you wanted to see me about those?"

"Yes. I was looking over the report and I noticed....." You were trying so hard to focus on his words, but the sound of his voice kept bringing your mind creeping back to other thoughts, and he smelled so good...

"Y/n. Y/n! Are you listening?"

"Yes, I'm sorry. Just a little tired. It was a rough day"

He chided you again, but much gentler than usual. He notices everything, so surely he noticed your lack of energy before now. But is that why his tone suddenly softened?

You were once again snapped back to reality by the sound of a device beeping. It was his end-of-day alarm. You weren't really surprised. He did message you really late for business hours. He looked dismayed again, but shuffled the papers into his brief case. "We will have to pick this back up tomorrow."

"Ritsu, wait."

His sharp eyes flicked up to meet yours, and he reminded you that it is after business hours.

"I-I know. This is something, uhm, personal."

You knew that there was no way in hell you could bring something like that up directly. You might be running out of time, but still. At best, you would get an earful about the legal code for harassment or solicitation. When the thought of his hands on your head shimmered in your mind again, you decided to half lie.

"I've been having trouble sleeping since we got back, and I was wondering if you could do that thing again? When you rubbed behind my ears?"

"I don't think that this is the time or place for that, but I can come over to help you sleep tonight. When do you go to bed?"

"Usually around 10, but I have been awake until 1 or 2 lately."

"As my business partner, I would think you would have contacted me sooner for help. I will be at your dorm in the defunct Clementia house at 9:45 tonight to use acupressure to aid in your ability to go to sleep."

You hear him knock on the door at 9:45 sharp. You take a deep breath and open the door, self conscious about the state of the building. You both know that it's not being used a a regular dorm and is badly damaged, but it doesn't make it any less embarrassing to take him through the chapel to your room, which you had been panic cleaning since the moment you returned. This was the first time he had ever been in your room, and you wanted to make a good impression. You even put on your nicest pajamas for his visit.

He pulled out his recorder, making his usual voice notes while guiding you to your bed with a light hand on the small of your back. He had never touched you like that, with intentional softness, instead of it being a side effect, and it made heat pool in your belly. You did your best to keep your breathing steady, hoping that he won't catch on to your ruse, but also hoping that he does and takes it further.

You sat carefully on the edge of your bed, looking quietly at the floor while he put his recorder back in his pocket. You knew your face was red- there was no mistaking what your flaming cheeks meant. His feet appeared in front of you and he called your name softly.

"I need you to look up," he lulled.

You bit your lip and turned your face upward, but you couldn't bring yourself to look him in the eyes. His hands trailed lightly over your cheeks and jaw, not quite cupping your face, before settling behind your ears. "Your face is flushed," he whispered, carefully rubbing your pressure points. For the briefest moment, you thought you felt his fingers run through your hair as he supported the back of your head. He must have just been shifting. The massaging was starting to work- your nerves were settling, and you stole the briefest look up at him, only to see that he was watching you, eyes soft. He leaned in, searching your eyes.

"Do I have your permission?"

You murmured yes and nodded, tilting your head slightly. You reached toward him, and paused before touching him. "Can I?" He whispered yes on your lips, and pressed a tender kiss. You carefully, nervously mimicked the way he was holding your head. You sighed, relishing the softness and subtle mint taste of his lips, yet craving more. You threaded your fingers through his silken hair, drawing the softest sigh from him. He dropped to one knee in front of you, and deepened the kiss while wrapping an arm around you, bringing you into a soft embrace.

"I won't to do anything without your permission," he murmured, "You're my only business partner, and I won't damage that.

You sighed and smiled. "I'll tell you if I don't want to do something, but I have something to tell you before anything else. It's a little embarrassing though."

"You don't have to be embarrassed with me." He pulled away slightly, fixing his aquamarine eyes on yours and caressed your face.

"Well... uhm, I've never had a boyfriend or a.... business partner," you huffed a small nervous laugh, "So I don't really know what to do..." You nervously played with his hair as you spoke, the soft texture soothing you slightly.

"Do you mean to say that you have no sexual experience?"

You felt your face flame up at his direct question. "Ye-es," you said while trying to look down, but he held your face up toward him, "This is embarrassing, but that was actually my first kiss. I-I thought I should tell you, in case those details make any difference," you breathed, tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

"I'm honored that you trust me with this information," he whispered, brushing his lips over yours. "Am I correct to assume that you want to engage in sexual activity with me?"

"Y-yes," you murmured shakily, "But can we not record this? Please?"

For the first time since you met, he agreed to turn his recorder off. "Since this is a very sensitive personal interaction, we can keep this off the record."

You sighed your thanks, and made a soft, high pitched sound when he laid you back on the bed and laid over you, not unlike the way he did during the earthquake. While the word nervous didn't cover the way you felt by a mile, you felt so safe with him, knowing that he has protected you in the past, and is continuing to do so in this vulnerable moment. He lowered himself slightly, fully pressing his body against yours. His body was hard, but the weight and warmth stirred the butterflies residing in your stomach and sent jolts of energy to your core.

He cradled your face, brushing his thumb on your cheek as he kissed your neck. The softness of his breath and lips already had your mind buzzing. You laced the fingers of one hand into his hair while running the other up and down his back. The hand that had been cradling your face traveled down your body and settled on your waist, giving him leverage enough to grind on you. You gasped at the realization that he was already hard and the way it felt when he pressed against your heat. You sighed his name and wrapped a leg around him. He huffed softly and ground down into you again, locking the sound you made in his memory. He may have heard your voice more than anyone, but no one has ever heard these sounds from you.

He lifted and carried you further into your bed. You hadn't realized that the way your legs were hanging over was starting to make them fall asleep until he moved you. After releasing you back onto the mattress, he continued supporting his weight with one arm, and his free hand began exploring your body, memorizing every curve and plane as it did. When his hand settled on your breast, thumb brushing back and forth over your hardening nipple, you moaned softly into his kiss. You felt him smile before increasing the intensity of his touch and ground against you. Your back arched and you cried his name, fingers curling in his hair and on his back.

"May I take your shirt off?" he asked, the slightest tremor hiding in his voice. You nodded and lifted your arms so he could pull it over you. "Will you take yours off, too?" His face flushed for a brief moment before he began to release the buttons holding his shirt closed.

You could never have imagined how beautiful he was under his perfectly pressed uniform. He was muscular, lean and well defined, like you might see on a professional dancer. His skin was smooth, with an even tone over every part you could see. Not a single blemish, bruise, or scar in sight- absolutely flawless. You blushed heavily when you realized that he was looking at you with the same measure of awe, drinking the sight of you in and etching it in his mind forever.

Suddenly feeling more self-conscious than you ever had, you opened your arms to him, wanting him to be close to you instead of looking at you. When he returned to your arms, he laced the fingers on one hand with yours and returned the other to your breast. He pressed his lips against yours in a heated kiss. You gasped, and he used that as an opportunity to slip his tongue just inside your mouth, lightly sliding it over the tip over yours. You opened your mouth further, allowing you to better explore each other's tongues and mouths. You inhaled sharply when he squeezed your nipple harder and pressed his body harder to yours.

His hand released your breast and trailed down to your thigh and he began massaging your inner thigh with his thumb. "He's so close," your brain buzzed with your heart in your throat. You opened your leg a little further to give him better access, but his hand stayed in the same place. He dragged his lips over your cheek and softly bit your ear. "Permission?" he breathed thickly, no longer able to hide the arousal seeping in. You sighed a throaty yes, and he shifted his weight so he could run his hand over your wet core. Your legs trembled around him, and you squeaked a high pitch moan when he started rubbing his hand over your clit.

After a few moments, he brought his hand to the waist band of your pajamas and looked at you, silently asking permission. You nodded bashfully and bit your lip, knowing that he was about to blow all of your fantasies out of the water. He deftly slipped his fingers into your folds, settling right over your clit, drawing firmer circles. You moaned his name sharply, with a back arch that was limited by how much he was pressed down on you, and you gripped tightly on his back. He held your other hand, steadying you as he shook your body with new sensations.

He was already drawing you close to cumming, winding the spring tighter with each successive circle. Your breathing turned to pants and moans against his lips and your legs shook with the tension that was threatening to break at any second. When he slipped two fingers inside, using the heel of his hand to rub your throbbing clit, the coil snapped, and the world vanished.

You were plunged into a sea of ecstasy, waves crashing over you every time he pumped his fingers into your clenching pussy. You gripped his hand hard and buried your face in the crook of his neck with your free hand tightly around his shoulder. You were overwhelmed by the power of the waves hitting you, each crash shooting pulse after pulse of starlight through your body. It was so much, and you let out a sob soft in spite of yourself. He paused, evaluating whether he should stop completely until he could ask for further permission. You choked into his shoulder, "Don't stop," when you felt him pause.

When the last wave finally subsided, Ritsu pulled his fingers out of you, being careful to not touch your oversensitive clit. He pulled you into another tight embrace, kissing you like it would be the last time he ever touched another human being. He kissed you like a starved man having a buffet placed in front of him, and ground his hips into you, a small sound slipping from his lips. Though your brain was still in a fog, you knew that you wanted to touch him as well. You ran your fingers down his back and side, stopping when you reached the top of his pants, as best you could reach the front. "'S okay?"

He replied by rolling himself enough for you to be able to cup his bulge and rub the length through his pants. You locked your eyes on his, it now being your turn to seek silent permission, and loosened his belt and popped the button before slowly pulling his zipper down. You held his eyes as your fingers played at the waistband of his underwear, waiting for his approval to touch him directly, He pulled you into a heated kiss, and his breath shuddered when your hand made contact.

He was rock hard, occasionally twitching as you clumsily pumped your hand over his length. He whispered, "Like this," and took your hand, guiding it up and down. You felt a little embarrassed that your lack of skill was so obvious, but the way he guided you was so soft that the discomfort soon faded, and you fell into a steady rhythm that had him panting against your neck. "Y/n, you learn so well." It was an odd thing to say out of context, but you knew it was high praise from him, and the butterflies in your stomach danced.

You knew he had to be getting close, with the way his muscles were flexing and his breathing getting shaky. He turned your face to his, locking you in a kiss as he groaned just before he tipped over the edge. His hips shuddered and thrust into your hand as ropes shot over your stomach and his cock throbbed in your hand. You kept stroking him, not really knowing what to do when he finished. He laid his hand over yours, and in a stuttering whisper, told you that you can stop when ejaculation ceases. You almost giggled at how textbook-like he sounded while sweating lightly and his cum all over your belly, but managed to catch it before it got out.

You laid quietly together, a tangle of limbs and subdued breathing, occasionally kissing softly in the afterglow of your mutual orgasms. He curled closely around you, careful to neither tip you nor drag a limb through the mess he had made on your stomach. After he had had some time to regain his bearings, he asked where you keep your towels. You gestured vaguely toward an cabinet in the corner, your brain still buzzing from the events of the night so far. He returned and carefully cleaned the small puddle away.

After cleaning you up, he kissed a trail from your stomach, to your neck, and finally settling on your lips, placing a sensual kiss as his hand began wandering again. His fingers slipped past the boundary of your pants again, but this time hooking his fingers to pull them away. "Consent?" You huffed a tiny giggle through the fog and answered yes. You lifted your hips to help him, but had a slight startle in your brain when you realized that your light was still on, and you weren't sure that you wanted him to see you completely undressed under full light.

"Ritsu, wait."

He froze, waiting for you to tell him what was wrong.

"C-can we turn the light off? I feel really nervous right now."

"It will be harder for me to see your reactions with the light off."

"A lot of light actually comes in from the window. The light in here is just... too much."

He nodded and pulled the light chain., plunging the room into moon light. He asked if that was okay, and if you wanted to continue. You whispered yes and lifted your hips again and he slipped your pants the rest of the way off. "Will you take yours off too, please?" He hummed and you heard fabric rustling, followed by the sound of his belt hitting the floor. The cool moon light drifting in through the window made his skin look like the finest porcelain and somehow illuminated his eyes, despite it being so much darker. The realization that you were both fully undressed and within arm's reach of each other hit you like a lightning bolt, making a knot twist in your stomach as the lightning jolted down to your core.

He knelt on the floor at the edge of your bed, situating himself between your legs. He first kissed both of your knees, then kissed his way up your thighs, alternating sides as he trailed a path toward your core. You whimpered when he paused at the tops of your inner thighs, just before your heat. "Yes?" he whispered, his breath teasing over your wetness.

"Um, are you sure you want to? What if I'm... gross?"

"You won't be, but I won't do it if you don't want me to. I need your permission," he breathed with a kiss to your inner thigh.

"Ah, uhmm," you murmured with a tremble, "O-okay. Y-yes."

He pressed a kiss on your slit, then slipped his tongue between your folds. You inhaled sharply when the soft warmth of of his tongue circled your clit, a warm, tingling wave shimmering its way through your body. "R-ritsu," you moaned softly, "That's- ah- ah." He hummed and rubbed his fingers over your entrance, wetting them before sliding them in and curving them onto your soft spot. The shimmering heat he was building in your pussy was concentrating rapidly. Your thighs shook violently and you twisted your hands in your sheets, fighting to stay still as the heat reached critical mass. Your breaths were coming in short, sharp panting moans, with you chattering his name between moans.

The star exploded, and filled your body with heat and light. Your thighs clamped around Ritsu's head and you curled your fingers in his hair. You babbled nearly incoherent praises in between little shrieks. Your back pitched and arched, and he kept pushing the aftershocks out from your pussy, clenching hard around his skilled fingers as his tongue continued its light dance over your throbbing clit. His touch softened as you approached overstimulation, extending the waves as long as you could handle it. When the pulses stopped and you twitched at every touch, he stopped and kissed his way up your body.

He laid on you, bodies fully pressed together and he kissed your forehead. "Let's turn a bit," he murmured softly on your neck, "We're both about halfway off the bed." Though you were still in the afterglow, your stomach lurched when it clicked why being half off the bed was a problem. You re-positioned together, him settling between your legs and the tip of his cock kissing your entrance. You whimpered at him, nervous at how close he was. You knew he wouldn't just go for it, but you were still unnerved. Ritsu murmured comforting words on your lips in between soft, emotion filled kisses. He traced a hand down one side of your body and held your other hand.

"You haven't consented. You have my word that I will never do that without your express permission," he crooned, "But I can adjust my position if it will make you more comfortable." You whimpered again, caught between feeling silly and relieved. You knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Ritsu would never, ever violate your trust like that, but your nerves were twisted well past the point of logic. "We can stop, if you don't want to proceed. You're not obligated." Hearing Ritsu speaking in his more hard logic and rules approach was ironically setting your mind at ease. Here you are, in a very emotional situation, and the emotionally removed legalese was somehow what you needed to calm down.

"I-it's okay. I want to. I-I'm just scared," you sobbed softly, "They say it hurts the first time."

"A large part of that is not being prepared properly and being nervous. Your muscles tighten when you're nervous, but I have prepared you as much as possible to offset it," he whispered in your ear.

"C-can we just kiss a while?"

He responded by cradling your face with his free hand, brushing his thumb over your cheek and squeezing your other hand. You felt your nerves start to calm as he covered you with soft, tender kisses while he rubbed his thumb over the pressure point behind your ear.

"Ritsu," you whispered thickly against his neck, "I think I'm okay now."

"Is that permission?"

"Y-yes."

You tried to stay relaxed and keep breathing as he rubbed himself between your folds, wetting himself as much as possible before making the first small push.

He eased his way in in a series of small thrusts, slowly opening you. You hissed softly with each new depth, the stretch burning with every increment. When he finally bottomed out, he stayed still to allow your body some time to get used to the new feeling. You had never been so grateful for his patience as you were right now. He entered you slowly and carefully, and checked on you at the bottom of each push. You wrapped one arm tightly around him, continuing to hold is hand with the other, and buried your face in the crook of his neck, trying to hide the little sobs threatening to escape.

"Y/n, are you okay?"

"Mhmm."

"You're crying."

"It's just a lot. I need a minute."

"Take your time," he cooed, squeezing your hand and kissing your forehead.

After some time to breathe, you sighed that you were ready for him to move a little. He slipped in and out in short thrusts, hitting your soft spots. You murmured his name in a shaky tone and rocked your hips against his, the pain from the stretch giving way to a deliciously warm friction that shimmered like the heat rising from a sandy beach in July. He let ran his hand down your side and pulled your leg upward, pressing it nearly to your chest. "Wrap your other leg around my waist," he groaned.

You cried his name sharply when he bottomed out and rolled his hips, completely filling you and kissing every soft spot in your core. You squeezed his hand and coiled your fingers in his hair. A light sheen of sweat had broken over both of you, the shimmering heat building between you as you rocked and rubbed your bodies in an increasingly heated rhythm. Ritsu crashed his lips into yours with such need that it bordered on frantic and pushed your mouth open, greedily tangling his tongue with yours.

Each time he bottomed out, it was as though he was pressing sparkling lights through your body, starting in your heat and shimmering outward. The glittering light was building in your core, and your walls were gripping him tighter and tighter as the lights started resesembling sparks emanating from a star, threatening to explode at any moment.

"Rit-su- I- ah-" you cried, tears fattening at the corners or your eyes as they rolled back. The sensation was too much. The pleasure had overtaken you. Every part of him filled your mind. You squeezed his hand like your life depended on it, and he carefully squeezed yours back. Every cell and nerve in your body burned with light.

The star went supernova.

For a flicker of a second, your vision went sparkling white and your ears were ringing before the ringing became your cries for him, a voice that only he would know, and the white hot sparks flew through every inch of your body. Your entire body tensed and flexed around him as he pulled waves and glittering pulses of heat and light from your core. He was drawing every ounce of energy from your body and firing it in shockwaves from your pussy. You were well past your breaking point, you were blissed and fucked out, but he wasn’t finished quite yet.

As he chased his own pleasure he managed to summon another smaller, shimmering orgasm from you, but as it hit, you heard his voice breaking through the curtain of light.

“Y/n, I’m going to- Where?”

“Anywhere,” you cried against his lips just before he crashed his into yours. He buried his cock a deep as it would go and moaned your name in a thick, deep tone. His hips shuddered and thrust into you as he continued to chase his pleasure in your body. You could feel his cock throbbing inside you, pulsing in rhythm with each bottom. After he came, his body began to settle and weaken over you. He continued holding your hand, though looser now, and trailed his thumb lightly back and forth. You panted and sighed together as you returned to earth. After several minutes of recovering and basking in the warmth of each other’s touch, he rolled off to your side and drew you into a deep embrace. He released your hand, opting to stroke your cheek with the same light touch that he had used on that night in the castle.

You kissed his neck, drawing a soft groan and a squeeze.

“Ritsu?”

“Hmm?”

You were surprised by his answer- just a tone, not a sentence. “What does this do to our business partnership?” you asked, unsure about your shared future.

He sighed softly and kissed your forehead. “I think it strengthens it.” And then he whispered something that warmed your heart beyond explanation:

“You’re the only business partner I ever want.”

So as Mio drider goes brief description:

Upper body from the hip bones and above is all human. Below that line is a full spider body, think DND driders or the drider from BG3. I think it would be a full eight legs and not just six and count the arms as the last two. His arms end in the same coloration as his spider legs but they aren't fuzzy and the gradient ends around his elbow.

I also picture him having two small round eyes on his forehead, not a full eight but imagine like jumping spider eyes -> ◉⁠ ◉ above the normal human ish ones. No visible sclera (eye whites), just that pretty blue~

Also two large upper canine teeth that if he's not paying attention to they slip out of his mouth and look silly -> v——v very vampiresque.

I have been searching for spiders that fit for what I want for him. And that's something for me bc I'm not a huge fan of spiders and used to be deathly afraid of them. I specifically am looking at the endemic to Japan species and seeing if any line up to what I want his habits to be.

I think he's more likely to be a trap type spider bc of the building and creating aspect. But he could also be an arboreal type bc they're always on the move due to hunting without using webs (they make hammocks for themselves which is kinda cute)

Now for behavior!

When he does go to sleep he nestles down with his legs kinda like this -> ^8^ but also he can curl his legs under. Very polite looking when he does that bc lil spider paws with the teeny claws and he crosses the front ones like a cat.

Do not startle him he will jump so high and curl up in defense. Shion scared him so bad one day he waited until the mer was underwater and spun a quick web over his favorite cave opening that he beaches himself from. Shion really thought he was funny... Guess who got their hands stuck in super sticky webs and needed to plead Jo for help?

He makes little churring noises when he's focused on something. It's unfairly cute for a four eyed spidertaur monster...

I mentioned this to you in the messages but his web is verrrrrry strong. You need actual shears or super sharp blades to cut it. Anything weaker and what you're using might snap. He uses it for many things, reinforcing joints, quick adhesive, makeshift bondage *cough* Who sAID THAT??!?! CRAZY WORK. Also for trade with other monsterfolk!!!

He traded it to Yuri originally for study and Yuri made a solution to remove the stickiness while keeping it intact. Mio trades him for more of the solution and applies it himself to his own web sometimes. Once he treats it in the solution he can trade it to Romeo as super light, strong and breathable thread. These guys have a whole trade and barter system on the island.

Mio also does a lot of trade with Vagastrom for the scrap metal there, and plenty of others for natural ores and minerals that don't occur in Dio! Apparently Sho likes to use the thread to tie up lunch containers and keep them shut until they get to their hungry customers.

He's also very fast bc of how many legs he's got. Can and will hang around on the ceiling for hours. Very quiet if he's approaching you though so be careful or you might get jump scared.

His legs keep his upper body much higher than some of the others so he may bend his legs a lot to try and be eye level with Luna and other bipedal folks. Or he just leans over and stares down and gives himself neck pain lol.

He might be strong enough for her to actually sit on him, like pressed to his back and hanging on like it's a motorcycle while he walks. If her bike gets messed up he can carry her around Dio or wherever his next job may be. She is super light to him after all~ (ridiculous surprise flirt he could just fix her bike...)

I think that's about all I have right now! These are fun actually I might do more of these if people wanna see them! ❤️💚

Nothing was unusual, just their typical romp in Tohma's room between his duties. She was riding him like a warrior goddess. Using him for her own pleasure as she braced her hands on his shoulders.

God the sounds she made when she tossed her head back. Not soft little moans, full deep guttural noises, something that sounded nearly feral. She was just as full of surprises as he was. Her demure inspector behavior was what they all saw, this was something for his eyes only. And of course it spurred him on like it always did. So he did what he does best, talk.

There hadn't been anything weird or out of the ordinary. When she dropped herself fully onto his cock she let out a needy cry. So he told her what he saw. Greedy little slut, he gripped her hips tight and bounced her on his lap. His dirty whore, her eyes rolled back as he took some of the control back. Grinding on his lap to get off like a bitch in heat.

And that was when she stopped, something in her snapped. Which was odd, she usually loved the dirty talk. Nothing too crazy of course he would never want to really insult her. Perhaps this was the limit? Because her snap came with a loud slap straight across his face.

The room went quiet, it hadn't hurt that much. But the surprise of it got some strange rise out of him.

"...Did you just get harder?" Her voice was soft. But she definitely didn't apologize.

She wasn't wrong, if anything he's pretty sure she felt the twitch of his cock inside her. His cheek stung, but his adrenaline was thrumming like oil in an engine. He had been stuck in that head turned position, shocked by the sudden strike to his face. So as his head turned back to her a grin spilt his face, eyes alight with cold fire.

"Uh, are you okay?"

"Hit me again." He didn't recognize his own voice, as husky and excited as it was.

"Wait are you serious? Aaah!" She grabbed his shoulders when the blond beneath her shifted to get his feet flat on the bed for leverage and delivered a powerful thrust that nearly knocked her off.

"Dead serious," The sinful uncovered hand he had free from his vice grip on his hips slid between them and his fingertips circled her clit roughly.

Moaning she shivered and tried to find the right moment, but the distraction of his fingers was making it much harder. Much like his dick was after that slap. There was one singular opportunity that she caught a glimpse of, so she leaned back, wound up her arm, and let it fly. The smack was much louder than the wet ones coming from their coupling.

He shuddered and let out a groan, then tilted his head in a quick flick to crack it side to side. The flash of teeth was predatory. And that alone was enough to send a ripple down her spine.

But of course he had to speak that cursed word. Argeas.

Her body convulsed and she squealed, "Tohma! Tohma, Tohma, Tohma! T-too much! Mmmngh!" She smacked his chest roughly.

That same voice from before was panting in her ear now, "My naughty little bitch has no idea what she's done does she? You won't be leaving here until morning. So be prepared to limp home tomorrow."

There were no pretty sugared words now, his speech as ragged as his breathing and the squeeze of his hand on her hip. She couldn't even say anything, too close to her orgasm to comment. There'd be another chance to tell him off for the bitch in heat comment later. As long as he kept fucking her like he couldn't get enough. Maybe the swell of his red cheek would get the point across?