—Oh. My. God… — I cannot stop those words —.
Entoma notices my stare and realizes. She crouches her lustrous, ink body, wrapped in her thin long arms, that end in two fingered hands with a large claw-like middle finger. She is closing her eyes.
—No… —.
Her words sound muffled and distant, perhaps due to they being a whisper or because Entoma's face is buried between her legs.
"It was just a second but…".
Her naked body is child-like, she looks like a thirteen-year-old boy. But, somehow, to me it is not odd at all. Perhaps due to her spider features; her eight eyes, glowing red, fuzzy ink body, long claw-ending arms, drooling fangs… I am not an adult; my sixteenth birthday was just a week before I joined Nazarick. I wonder what would father say, if he knew that I have fell in love with a boyish, female spider child.
—Entoma-Sama —.
There is not sign that she heard me. She still has her eyes closed.
—Entoma-Sama, look at me — I know she is not going to answer so I take a serious tone and add — Look at me right now, Entoma —.
Entoma seems to detect my staid tone because she sightly rises her head and opens the top pair of eyes.
—Now stand up —.
—But- — a quiet sob ended before leaving her throat —.
—Obey, Entoma. Get to your feet, now —.
For a moment I worry she is not going to do as I say. A drop of sweat runs down my forehead. Entoma is like a scared wild animal right now, if she notices my doubts, she will run away. So, I manage to maintain my sober gaze on her.
"…".
Entoma, slowly and quietly, stretches her short legs and stands up. She is still self-conscious; her arms are shaking while covering Entoma's chest and between her legs.
—Your arms, Entoma, put them away — I am still holding her gaze —.
A glow between respect and fright can be seen in Entoma's eyes. She does as I tell her, and stick her arms to the sides of her waist. She is still shivering.
—Relax, Entoma-Sama. I apologize for my previous rudeness, but I could not come up with any other idea to make you snap out of that state —.
Entoma stays quiet, staring at me with her big red eyes wide open.
—I know you are scared; I know it is not easy, but it is just me, Ninya, okay? You do not have to be ashamed — I try to sound inspirational —.
Entoma does not seem convinced.
—We are together in this, look:
I open wide my arms, as if I was going to hug her, and spread my legs, separating my feet. Every inch of my body is visible, nothing to hide.
—This, — I say as I squeeze my flat breasts — this belongs to you, Entoma-Sama. Every nook of my body is only for you, this is the first time I am not ashamed, this is the first time I do not hate this flesh prison, because It is for you, and solely for you, Entoma-Sama —.
Entoma's body has stopped shivering, she is still staring at me, but her expression is different, there are feelings, it is not the cold and insecure look she was giving me before.
—I think you want to be free, too, of these shameful chains we were born attached to. It is as you said before, Entoma-Sama; We do not hide, we transform ourselves. I want to transform, not only my body, but my mind. I want to be one with you, I desire to know your soul, and mine, to be known by yours. I will not force you, it is your choice, merge with me, melt our bodies into one, be free, Entoma-Sama —.
I close my eyes, waiting for destiny's smile or for its painful stab. Silence fills the room, for, what feels like an eternity. Then, steady steps, like in a dream, the sound of claws echoes inside my head. I feel my muscles straining to their limit, my back hurts, my body is numb.
"…".
Suddenly, this warmth floods me, tight grasp around my bare, anorexic waist. Softness pressing against the inner part of my thighs, tickling my moist, pale lips. I can feel her, tiptoeing on my feet. Hot, thick breath penetrating between my ribs. Sleeping beauty, resting on my breasts.
"Fuck you, Father".