Harem Hunting

He struggled helplessly against the bonds holding him spread-eagled against the wall. The spider's silk held firm against his best efforts to struggle free. A gag of the same material muffled his screams for help, and another shot of webbing covered his eyes.

He heard the clacking of chitinous limbs against the hard floor as the arachne approached him again. He flinched as her sharp fingernails stroked his scrotum and penis, trying to arouse him one more time. After over an hour of the creature having her way with him, he was spent, and despite her best efforts, he remained flaccid.

She sighed in disappointment. 

“So, have I sucked you dry so soon, little fly?” she taunted.

She kissed him, her saliva dissolving the webbing that bound his mouth.

“Please, no more,” he croaked.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” she laughed. “There are other ways you can serve me.”

Her pedipalps grasped his head and pressed his face tight against her vagina.

“Rhubarb,” he cried, the word muffled but still understandable.

“Oh pooh!” Beth exclaimed at the sound of the safeword, releasing his head and stepping back.

“Sorry, Beth,” Andre explained, “It’s getting late, and I have an early meeting tomorrow.”

Beth licked the webbing from his eyes and appendages, releasing him.

“It’s OK, darling.” she assured him, “You’ve lasted longer than most humans would.”

She hugged him and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “Be a dear and tell Frank I’ll be ready for him in a few minutes.”

“Of course, my mistress,” Andre quipped as he left the room.

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The intrepid adventurer cautiously explored the dungeon, his sword at the ready. Legends told of a great treasure to be found, but a fearsome monster guarded it.

A partially open door caught his attention, a dim glow emanating from within. He slowly opened the door and peeked inside. Oddly, it appeared to be an ordinary bedroom, with a king-size bed as the dominant feature. Candles on the side tables were the only source of light. The room seemed to be unoccupied.

Feeling confident at such a mundane sight, he lowered his sword and stepped inside.

“Who dares invade my domain!” a feminine voice stage whispered from above his head. Looking up, he saw an arachne hanging from the ceiling, a plastic lightsabre in her hand.

“Come on, Beth,” Frank moaned, “That’s the wrong genre!”

“Sorry, love. I couldn’t find the broadsword,” Beth grinned. Just go with it.”

Frank shrugged and raised his wooden sword, “Yield, foul monster! I have come to claim your treasure!”

“He who would possess my bounty must best me in battle!” Beth cried, slashing at him with her weapon.

“Then defend yourself, hellspawn,” Frank shouted, parrying her blow and returning his own.

They sparred for several minutes, Beth scuttling back and forth on the ceiling, Frank dancing across the floor, their weapons clashing with a hollow thunk. Beth shot webbing at Frank, which always seemed just to miss him.

Frank, covered in sweat, finally knocked the lightsabre from Beth's hand. 

“Yield, fiend!” Frank shouted, pressing the point of his sword below her breasts.

“I am vanquished!” Beth shrieked, “Come claim your prize.” She dropped from the ceiling onto the bed, lying on her back with her legs spread, her pedipalps twitching in anticipation.

Frank tossed his sword, stripped off his clothing and climbed onto Beth’s abdomen, his face planted in her pussy.

“I am at your mercy,” Beth purred, “Taste my nectar and impale me with your dagger of flesh.”

Frank knew he would tire long before Beth was satisfied but was determined to last as long as Andre had. It was something of a point of honour.

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The next day at work, everyone noticed that Beth seemed preoccupied. Usually the chattiest employee, she seemed quiet and brooding. She had gotten several orders wrong, which was unheard of for her. 

Serass noticed Beth gazing intently at all the young male customers.

“You can forget about that table,” she whispered to Beth as she caught her staring at one group. “Blondie is 100% gay, the guy with the moustache is madly in love with his wife, and the third one is a serial killer. Hmm, might have to deal with that one later.”

“Huh?” Beth jumped, unaware she was being so obvious.

“Just noticed you were on the hunt, thought I’d help,” Serass grinned. “Now, the ginger at the table over there has possibilities. He gets a little thrill whenever you walk by, and that bulge in his trousers is larger than when he came in.”

“What’s the problem, honey?” Kate asked, joining the conversation.

“I need another boyfriend,” Beth sighed. “The three I have now just aren’t enough. I need to give one the night off to recover each night, and the other two poop out too quickly.”

“Ah, the downside of an insatiable sex drive,” Kate laughed.

“It’s not funny,” Beth protested, “When they don’t satisfy me, I can’t sleep, and I get this compulsion to go out and waylay random guys off the street.”

“Well, we can’t have our Beth being declared an official sexual predator, can we?” Kate replied, trying to sound serious but stifling a laugh.

“It’s happened,” Beth scowled, “There was a girl in the news last month who went to jail for it!”

“Hmph,” Serass scoffed, “With all the incels on the internet, you’d think she’d be able to find an endless stream of willing prey.”

“Even the horniest arachne has some standards!” Beth shot back.

“Standards? Beth? Who knew?” Kate mused.

“Whatever,” Beth retorted dismissively, focusing her attention on the young redheaded man Serass had pointed out. He was a little overweight and wore thick-rimmed glasses that gave him a nerdy look. Certainly not classically handsome, but kind of cute. “Worth a shot,” Beth thought.

She saw Leira heading toward his table carrying a flat white and a croissant and called her over.

“Hey, let me take that customer for you,” Beth whispered.

“Why would you want to… Oh,” Leira blushed as she realized the sexual arousal her lamia senses detected in the customer was directed at Beth.

“Yeah, it’s your break time, isn’t it?” Beth winked.

“Sure, why not?” Leira shrugged. She handed the coffee and pastry to Beth and returned to the kitchen.

Beth approached the table. The young man looked up, taken aback to have a different waitress.

“Here ya go, honey.” Beth smiled as she placed the order on the table. She noted his surprise and added, “It’s Leira’s break time, so I’m covering for her.”

“Ok, thanks,” the young man smiled. Beth noted his pupils dilate a bit.

“Oh, where’s my manners? I’m Beth,” she offered with a broad smile.

“George. Nice to meet you,” he returned. 

“I don’t recognize you. First time here?” Beth queried.

“Yes,” he said, “A friend told me about this place, and I had to see for myself.”

“So you’re into demi-human ladies, are you?” Beth japed with a suggestive look.

“No,” he blushed, “I mean, I’m not “not into” them. That is, you’re lovely. I meant to say I’m not one of those pervs who comes to leer at the staff.  I came here because I heard the pastries were heavenly,” he babbled.

“So, you think I’m pretty, do you?”  Beth said, picking up on his comment with a coquettish grin.

“Well, um… yes. I hope it’s OK I said that. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“It’s OK, honey,” Beth reassured him with a small laugh, “I just like to tease.”

“Oh,” he replied, looking crestfallen that her advances were merely a jest.

“Aww, don’t look like that,” Beth consoled him, “Just because I tease doesn’t mean I’m not interested.” She handed him a slip of paper.

“Leira’s break should be over soon. She’ll take care of you if you need anything else, cutie.” She smiled at him over her shoulder and made the “call me” sign as she walked away.

George examined the paper. It said “Beth. Text me!” and had a phone number.

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Beth hadn’t heard from George for several days and was afraid she had scared him off when her phone pinged with an incoming text.

Hi. It’s George. From the cafe the other day

“Well,” Beth thought, “The little fly has landed in my web after all.”

Hi cutie. How R U?

I was wondering if I could see you?

I think so? I’m not invisible, am I?

Lol. How about dinner?

Are you suggesting a date or offering to be a meal for me?

A date, I hope. Do you like steak?

I prefer sausage (wink), but steak is good.

How about Wagyumafia?

In the Akasaka district? I’ve heard of it but can’t afford to eat there.

My treat.

Oh, honey. Do you know what you’re getting into?

With the restaurant, yes. With dating you, I am not so sure, but I’d like to find out.

Can I meet you there tomorrow at 8:00?

Works for me. See you then, little fly.

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Beth caught an Uber to the restaurant. She mainly used Uber rather than public transit since they introduced the UberXXXL service, colloquially known as the ‘Creature Comfort’ option, consisting of modified delivery vans that provided a luxurious trip for the plus-sized rider.

She wore a metallic silver top that contrasted nicely with her black carapace. It was low cut to present ‘the girls’ to their best advantage. It ended at waist level except for a thin strip that hung between her pedipalps, enough to be barely legal. 

Beth hoped that George would be dressed in a complementary style. At the cafe, he had worn a t-shirt and tattered jeans, clearly ones that achieved that look from overuse and not the designer kind that came that way. Surely, if he could afford this restaurant, he could afford nice clothes. But she knew some guys would spend far beyond their means to impress a woman. 

Exiting the van, she spotted George waiting at the restaurant entrance. He wore an elegant suit in Italian style. She thought Armani or an excellent knockoff. He was not wearing his glasses.

George smiled and waved when he saw her. Approaching him, she noted that in her natural stance, she was a head taller than him, though she would be much taller if she raised up on her back legs. 

“I'm so glad you came,” George beamed in a mixture of pleasure and relief.

“Of course, I'm not going to miss a free meal,” Beth teased. “I almost didn't recognize you without your glasses.”

“Contacts,” George explained. “I only wear them for special occasions; the glasses are more comfortable.”

“Too bad,” Beth chuckled, “I liked the glasses. They gave you an adorable geeky look.”

“If it’s geeky you like I’ve got a lot more where that came from.” George laughed. 

George offered her his arm and escorted her into the restaurant. It had two different seating areas: one with Western-style tables and chairs and the other with traditional low Japanese tables and cushions.

“Low tables?” George asked Beth, who replied with an approving nod. Chairs were not built for her anatomy; sitting on the floor was more comfortable. The host led them to a quiet corner. A waiter brought menus and took their drink orders.

“Wow!” Beth exclaimed as she perused the menu, “Pardon me if I’m being crass, but a steak here costs more than I make in a week!”

George just smiled.

“Seriously,” Beth insisted, “Are you sure you can afford this? You know, you don’t need to spend a lot to impress me.”

“It’s alright,” George assured her. “I don’t want to come off as bragging, but I can handle it.”

“So, Richie Rich, may I ask what you do for a living?” Beth shot back with a grin.

“Well, some years ago, I developed a social media app that turned out to be quite popular,” George explained.

“Really, would I have heard of it?” Beth asked, intrigued

“You may use it every day,” George responded.

“Well, what’s it called?” Beth demanded, somewhat exasperated at the roundabout conversation.

“Ah, there’s the catch. I can’t tell you,” George sighed. “I sold it to a tech wunderkind turned venture capitalist with a colossal ego. He insisted on taking credit as the inventor and made me sign an NDA. I get a handsome monthly royalty, but that will end if it ever gets out I’m the author.”

“So you just live off your past accomplishments?”  Beth wondered.

“Well, not entirely,” George replied, “The royalty covers my ongoing expenses quite nicely. I do freelance consulting and work on open-source projects to avoid being bored. So I guess I’m pretty much all geek, all the time.”

“I'll let you in on a little secret; I'm something of a geek myself,” Beth confided. “I was studying engineering back in Texas and came to Japan on an exchange program. Then the Event happened, and I couldn't go home so that all fell apart. Kate saved my ass by giving me a job at the café.”

“Yes. I remember hearing about the concentration camps there. Horrible stuff,” George muttered sympathetically, shaking his head.

“It’s better since the ‘Avenging Angel’ set them straight,” Beth said, “but my family still disowned me, so there's nothing back there for me. The people at the café are my family now.”

“Maybe it was all meant to be,” George smiled, “If things had been different, I wouldn't now be sitting across a table from such a beautiful and charming lady.”

“Well, aren't you just a silver-tongued devil,” Beth replied, smiling and affecting her long unused Texas drawl.

The waiter brought the drinks and asked if they would like to order their meals. Beth took George at his word and ordered the most expensive steak on the menu. George smiled and indicated he would have the same.

George asked Beth about the cafe and especially the enigmatic Serass. Beth talked freely about her other co-workers but would only offer that Serass was “unique.”

“I hope you’ll keep visiting the cafe,” Beth offered,  “I think you’d fit in well with the staff and the regulars. As to Serass, if she decides she likes you, she’ll be an amazing friend, but it will definitely be on her terms.”

“I plan to be a regular,” George said, “The pastries are even better than I’d been told, and there’s a certain arachne that works there who I hope to get to know better.”

The steaks arrived, and they turned their attention to dinner. The buttery meat had a delicate, slightly floral taste and was so tender it barely required chewing.

“Mmm…” Beth gushed, “This is the best thing I've ever eaten! It's almost as good as sex!”.  Her pedipalps clicked with excitement as she chewed.

Beth took a couple more bites, then set down her chopsticks and gazed intensely at George. 

“How much do you know about arachnes?” she asked.

“Um…what do you mean?” George hesitated, unsure of her meaning. 

“Specifically, what have you heard about arachne libido?” she clarified.

“Well,” George blushed, “Rumour has it no man can satisfy an arachne.”

“It’s not just a rumour,” Beth stated, “In fact, no two or even three men can.”

“If you’re asking if I'm some kind of Superman in the bedroom, I'm afraid you'll be rather disappointed,” George replied, embarrassed.

Beth laughed. “No, honey. I'm trying to see how you feel about polyandrous relationships.“

“Are you saying you already have a boyfriend?” George asked.

“Darling, I'm saying I already have three boyfriends,” Beth stated, turning serious again. “ I'm looking for another man for my harem.”

No sound came from George. Seconds passed in silence. His eyes bulged. Beth realized he was choking.

Jumping up, she ran around the table and grabbed George from behind. She placed her hands under his sternum and heaved. No change.

Grasping tightly she raised up on her hind legs, dangling George off the floor. She gave a mighty thrust. A half-chewed piece of steak flew from George's mouth and landed on the floor. George gasped and inhaled deeply. 

“Oh my god!” Beth exclaimed in relief. “I thought I'd killed you!”

“Well, the harem thing caught me off guard. You did say harem, didn't you?” George asked after he regained his composure. 

“Yep, I hope that’s not a dealbreaker,” Beth confirmed.

“Umm…” George slowly answered. “I don’t know. I mean, it’s not something I’ve ever thought about. How does it work? Do I have to dress like a genie from Arabian Nights?” he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood, then worried she might say yes.

“No, sweetheart,” Beth laughed. “It’s more like roommates-with-benefits. We all share a big house. Everyone has their own bedroom. We pitch in on the household expenses and chores.”

“What about the, um, sex?” George asked quietly, blushing.

“Depends on your tastes,” Beth said with a huge grin. “One guy likes me to be the dommy to his sub; another is into fantasy role-playing where he vanquishes the monster; the third one is very conventional. Sometimes, we have three-ways or four-ways. But no pressure, whatever you’re comfortable with.”

“And there’s no jealousy among the men?” George wondered.

“Well, it helps that I can outlast all of them, I guess,” Beth confessed, “They’re more likely to beg me to give them a night off than to feel they’re not getting enough,” she added with a lascivious leer.

“But seriously, if you’re the jealous type, it’s not going to work. If I like someone, they still have to get approval from the guys before they're in.”. 

“I don't know what to say,” George spoke carefully. “It’s a lot to process.”

They continued eating in silence. Beth watched George, trying to read his mood. He smiled politely when he noticed her looking at him but avoided eye contact. 

She liked him and thought he could be a good addition to the family, but had she moved too quickly? Had she scared him off? Was he considering her proposal or waiting for a chance to run?

They finished the dinner, leaving not a single bit of the steak on their plates. George waited outside the restaurant with Beth for her Uber to arrive. 

“Thanks for an amazing dinner,” Beth said. “Sorry again for almost killing you. You're a great guy, George, but I get the feeling my lifestyle is too much for you.”

George took her hands in his and looked into her eyes.

“Beth, I think you're wonderful, and I would love to get to know you better,” he said. “I’ve had a very conservative love life, though. I've never dated a demi-human before, and I've never been in a multiple-partner situation. This is all so new to me. Can we slow it down a bit?”

Beth's Uber arrived. Before stepping into the vehicle, she impulsively grabbed George and gave him a very erotic kiss. She climbed on board, leaving George standing on the sidewalk with a stunned expression.

As Beth started to close the door, she paused in thought and seemed to make a decision. She turned to George and crooked her finger in a “come hither” gesture. 

“You know,” she said, “The night is young. Would you like to come with me to meet the guys?”

For what seemed like an eternity, George didn't answer.

“I’d like that,” George finally replied. He climbed into the van and sat on the floor in front of Beth. She grasped him around the waist with her pedipalps, put her arms around his chest and rested her head on his shoulder.

“Who knows,” she whispered in his ear, “If things go well, I may let you take me for a test drive.”

“Slowly. Remember slowly, Beth.” George whispered back.

“Yes, my little fly. Slowly it is.” Beth replied with a predatory grin.