Chapter 63: The Spider’s Surrender [Part 2]

The Spider’s Surrender [Part 2]

Inside the room, Leon’ s eyes now locked on the beauty at the bed.

Evelyn stared at him.

Her eyes still wet with tears.

But now holding a flicker of something else.

Curiosity.

Perhaps even longing.

*He’s going to take me now,* Evelyn thought.

*He’s going to have me.*

*I should be terrified.*

*I should be disgusted.*

*But...*

*Why does my heart beat so fast then ever?*

*Why do I want him to touch me?*

*Why do I want him to kiss me?*

Leon climbed onto the bed beside her.

Evelyn’s blush deepened.

Her breath catching in her throat.

"Leon..." she whispered.

He reached out and pulled her into his arms.

Her beastified form still trembling against him.

Her spider legs shifted awkwardly.

Trying to find a comfortable position.

"Let’s make this normal," he said softly.

Running a hand through her disheveled green hair.

"Remove the beastification. Let’s have some time together."

Evelyn’s purple eyes widened.

But she obeyed.

The chitinous plates receded.

Her legs returned to their human form.

Soon she lay in his arms.

Soft.

Warm.

Fully human.

*He’s so gentle,* Evelyn thought.

*I thought he would be rough.*

*Cruel.*

*But he’s not.*

*He’s being careful.*

*He’s being patient.*

*Why?*

*Why is he being kind to me?*

Leon guided her chin up.

Capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss.

She gasped against his mouth.

This was her first kiss.

She had never let Levis touch her.

Never let anyone this close.

But now, Leon was here.

His lips moving against hers.

His tongue parting her lips.

He deepened the kiss.

She didn’t know how to respond.

She simply let him lead.

Her body melting into his.

Her heart racing out of control.

When he finally pulled back, she was breathless.

Her face flushed.

Her eyes hazy with desire.

*That was...* Evelyn thought.

*That was incredible.*

*I’ve never felt anything like that.*

*My whole body is tingling.*

*I want more.*

*I want him.*

Leon chuckled softly.

"You’ve never been kissed before, have you?"

Evelyn shook her head.

Unable to speak.

"Then let me teach you."

He kissed her again.

Slower this time.

More tender.

His hand moved to her E cup tits.

Cupping it gently through the thin fabric of her robe.

She let out a soft moan.

Her body arching into his touch.

"Leon..." she breathed against his lips.

"Shh." He kissed her neck, her collarbone, the valley between her breasts. "Just relax."

"I’m trying..." she whispered. "But I don’t know how."

"Then let me show you."

And as the intimacy deepened, Evelyn Blackheart learned what it meant to be truly wanted.

She learned it in every gentle touch.

Every whispered word.

Every moment of surrender.

Their kiss deepened.

Leon looked at her breasts.

Her pink glossy lips looked inviting.

He moved to take her lips.

His lips moved against hers with a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Teaching her.

Guiding her.

Evelyn’s hands, trembling at first, slowly found their way to his shoulders.

Gripping the fabric of his shirt.

As if he were the only solid thing in a world that had spun completely off its axis.

*His lips are so soft,* Evelyn thought.

*I can’t believe this is happening.*

*I can’t believe I’m letting this happen.*

*But I am.*

*I really am.*

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes.

Her purple gaze was hazy, unfocused.

Her breath coming in soft, ragged gasps.

"Look at me, Evelyn."

She blinked. "I... I am."

"Good. I want to see your eyes when I touch you."

*He wants to see me.*

*He wants to look into my eyes.*

*No one has ever wanted that before.*

*Not Levis.*

*Not anyone.*

"Mnnnh..." A soft moan escaped her lips as Leon lowered his head.

Pressing gentle kisses down the column of her throat.

His lips were warm against her skin.

She felt every kiss like a spark.

A fire spreading through her body.

*Why does this feel so good?*

*Why does his touch make me forget everything?*

*Forget who I am?*

*Forget what I’ve done?*

Her heart pounded so loudly she was sure he could hear it.

*Boom.*

*Boom.*

*Boom.*

*Can he hear it?*

*Can he feel it?*

*Does he know what he’s doing to me?*

Leon’s hand found her breast through the thin fabric of her robe.

He kneaded gently.

Feeling the soft, supple flesh beneath.

Evelyn’s back arched involuntarily.

A soft cry catching in her throat.

"Ahnn..."

She was supposed to hate this.

She was supposed to resist.

But her body—traitor that it was—was responding in ways she couldn’t control.

Her skin tingled wherever he touched.

Her breath came faster.

Her hips shifted restlessly against the sheets.

*What’s wrong with me?*

*Why can’t I stop him?*

*Why don’t I want to stop him?*

She knew she should push him away.

She knew she should fight.

But she didn’t want to.

She liked this.

She loved this.

And that realization—more than anything else—terrified her.

*This is the contract,* Evelyn told herself.

*It has to be the contract.*

*Making me feel things I shouldn’t feel.*

*Making me want things I shouldn’t want.*

*It’s not real.*

*None of it is real.*

Leon continued kissing her.

Deep.

Languid kisses that stole her breath and made her toes curl.

After a few more gentle, exploring kisses, he pulled back and looked at her.

"Now," he said softly, his voice a low rumble against her ear.

"Let’s remove your robe."

Evelyn’s face flushed a deep crimson.

Her hands clutched at the collar of her robe instinctively.

A reflex.

A final shred of resistance.

*I can’t.*

*I shouldn’t.*

*This is wrong.*

*Everything about this is wrong.*

But Leon’s gaze was patient.

Waiting.

She took a shaky breath.

Her fingers trembling as they loosened their grip.

"Y-You..." she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.

"You... you have to be gentle with me... I already promised with you so be gentle... I am not some tool of your desire I am also girl."