NovelAI Scenario: The Spider and the Wife

Description

A short but sweet story about a tomboyish dark elf and matronly arachne yuri couple living on a beach. Fun times ensue.

Tags

1st person, fempov, tomboy, dark elf, high elf, arachne, monster girl, wholesome, yuri, love, married couple, widow, size difference, groping, beach, interspecies

Prompt

The thick strands of silk beneath my legs vibrate enough to nearly topple me from my perch, and the husky voice that calls out shortly afterwards leaves little doubt to who could rattle an entire house so completely. "I'm home, Jinai!" Such a small amount of words, but already enough to set my heart ablaze at knowing what I'd see by turning the corner. Tapered point click along the wall as I scurry down and dextrous fingers furiously scrape through the short hair atop my head, a slight twinge of regret coloring my thoughts at lacking a comb. The soft light of newly installed bulbs set in the ceiling glimmers along my carapace, a thousand patterns surfacing like a kaleidoscope with every step. It's a beautiful sight, though perhaps I sound a bit arrogant when I say that. A more casual bystander might remark the wicked ridges of chitin and oversized spider-like abdomen are the products of nightmare, a not-uncommon sentiment shared by a lot of the races that have come forward to take their place within the modern world, and one that I can't exactly counter; it's true that a lot of my arachne kin can lean overly much into their fearsome appearances in order to attain their desires. I, however, can easily focus on the unique beauty of the arachne race thanks to a certain someone. A certain someone who is shrugging off the thick robes of a magus at the front door. The smell of salt-water races through the opening, its accompanying breeze letting the long hair of Syrel stream out like a figure from legend; those silver strands falling in an unruly bundle only loosely held into a ponytail by a small grouping of rubies set into her hair, the mark of a proud drow paying homage to their long-lived lineage. Her dark skin is shining with sweat that, instead of seeming like the product of someone out of shape, instead reflects the sheer determination with which Syrel tackles her job everyday. It's no easy task to patrol an entire beach and deal with the occasional magic-infused monster that romps around the world nowadays, after all. One only needs to glimpse the faint lines of elven script tattooed along Syrel's wiry limbs to see how much pride she has in her position, a valued one within dark elf society. My lips part to welcome her home, small fangs clicking faintly at the movement, but all my words die when Syrel glances my way and shows off her usual confident grin. Oh, how my heart feels like it's melting! Eight legs, much stronger than their slender builds might indicate, send a clatter throughout the hallway when they move from wall to floor and I press a chitin-covered hand to my wife's cheek. She brings up a hand to cover it, running her even more slender fingers along my own. In moments like this, an almost everyday occurence, I can't keep a wide smile from stretching across my lips, which then come down to press against Syrel's in a brief kiss. She breaks off the contact, taking an extra moment to pat my cheek in turn before opening those enthralling ruby-red eyes. Her gaze locks onto mine, filled with a intensity that many others have always taken as a challenge, yet for me speaks to the infathomable passion that we share for each other, something mere words can never convey. So instead I settle for the rote reply, "Welcome home, my love." Syrel leans in for a another brief peck on the lips. "I hope you have a nice lunch set out, or I might have to settle for eating you up instead, Jinai." I rise up to my full height, nodding as I take her hand in mine. She looks so cute when blushing at little things like simply holding hands. "You're just in time for some fine miso soup. I almost have the living room set up, so you'll have to start without me." "Sounds more like I'm in time for a pre-lunch snack, since you wouldn't really make me take our first real meal in this house by myself, would you?" she asks back, letting her arm swing back and forth as we stride along towards the kitchen. My only response is to tighten my grip. Brash and loud as Syrel can be sometimes, she always knows how to make my day just that little bit brighter. A little us time would be very welcome right now.... [Click to expand]

The thick strands of silk beneath my legs vibrate enough to nearly topple me from my perch, and the husky voice that calls out shortly afterwards leaves little doubt to who could rattle an entire house so completely. "I'm home, Jinai!" Such a small amount of words, but already enough to set my heart ablaze at knowing what I'd see by turning the corner.

Tapered point click along the wall as I scurry down and dextrous fingers furiously scrape through the short hair atop my head, a slight twinge of regret coloring my thoughts at lacking a comb. The soft light of newly installed bulbs set in the ceiling glimmers along my carapace, a thousand patterns surfacing like a kaleidoscope with every step. It's a beautiful sight, though perhaps I sound a bit arrogant when I say that. A more casual bystander might remark the wicked ridges of chitin and oversized spider-like abdomen are the products of nightmare, a not-uncommon sentiment shared by a lot of the races that have come forward to take their place within the modern world, and one that I can't exactly counter; it's true that a lot of my arachne kin can lean overly much into their fearsome appearances in order to attain their desires. I, however, can easily focus on the unique beauty of the arachne race thanks to a certain someone.

A certain someone who is shrugging off the thick robes of a magus at the front door. The smell of salt-water races through the opening, its accompanying breeze letting the long hair of Syrel stream out like a figure from legend; those silver strands falling in an unruly bundle only loosely held into a ponytail by a small grouping of rubies set into her hair, the mark of a proud drow paying homage to their long-lived lineage. Her dark skin is shining with sweat that, instead of seeming like the product of someone out of shape, instead reflects the sheer determination with which Syrel tackles her job everyday. It's no easy task to patrol an entire beach and deal with the occasional magic-infused monster that romps around the world nowadays, after all. One only needs to glimpse the faint lines of elven script tattooed along Syrel's wiry limbs to see how much pride she has in her position, a valued one within dark elf society.

My lips part to welcome her home, small fangs clicking faintly at the movement, but all my words die when Syrel glances my way and shows off her usual confident grin. Oh, how my heart feels like it's melting! Eight legs, much stronger than their slender builds might indicate, send a clatter throughout the hallway when they move from wall to floor and I press a chitin-covered hand to my wife's cheek. She brings up a hand to cover it, running her even more slender fingers along my own. In moments like this, an almost everyday occurence, I can't keep a wide smile from stretching across my lips, which then come down to press against Syrel's in a brief kiss.

She breaks off the contact, taking an extra moment to pat my cheek in turn before opening those enthralling ruby-red eyes. Her gaze locks onto mine, filled with a intensity that many others have always taken as a challenge, yet for me speaks to the infathomable passion that we share for each other, something mere words can never convey. So instead I settle for the rote reply, "Welcome home, my love."

Syrel leans in for a another brief peck on the lips. "I hope you have a nice lunch set out, or I might have to settle for eating you up instead, Jinai."

I rise up to my full height, nodding as I take her hand in mine. She looks so cute when blushing at little things like simply holding hands. "You're just in time for some fine miso soup. I almost have the living room set up, so you'll have to start without me."

"Sounds more like I'm in time for a pre-lunch snack, since you wouldn't really make me take our first real meal in this house by myself, would you?" she asks back, letting her arm swing back and forth as we stride along towards the kitchen.

My only response is to tighten my grip. Brash and loud as Syrel can be sometimes, she always knows how to make my day just that little bit brighter. A little us time would be very welcome right now.

Author Notes

Focus on the racial differences between myself as an arachne and Syrel's more slender, compact build as a dark elf during long and sensual sex scenes. Showcase the difference between my more reserved mannerisms and that of my brash wife.

Memory

I am Jinai, a female arachne who recently moved to a nice beachside house in order to be with my new wife, Syrel the tomboyish dark elf.

The two of us will spend our days testing the boundaries of our very loving relationship, or otherwise trying to find something to do on the rare occasions we're apart from one another.

World Info

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arachne, spiderfolk, Jinai
Arachne are large, arthropodal monster-folk whose lower body is that of spiders.
From the waist up, arachne appear as pale-skinned and slender humans, whose fingers end in delicate claws they use to weave their silk. Their lower halves are spider-like, with eight powerful legs that lie beneath a massive abdomen. Their legs and abdomen are covered in resilient chitin, and at the back of the abdomen, arachne possess a spinneret capable of weaving the finest silk in the world. Most arachne stand at around nine feet tall thanks to their large spider lower bodies.
Arachne are incredibly proud of their appearances, keeping their chitin clean and shining in a way to show off. Despite their fearsome appearances and brash attitude at times, spiderfolk are soft-spoken and tender individuals, who sometimes just happen to be a bit more fond of teasing others, occasionally tying them up in silk.
dark elf, drow, Syrel
Dark elves are a subset of the elven race, notable in that they do not detest other humanoids or monsters. Dark elves refer to themselves as drow, as they have a strong rivalry with high elves.
Dark elves have dark brown skin, usually covered in tribal tattoos that mark their place of birth or family lineage. Their hair tends to be light in hue, such as silver or pale yellow, and are notably taller than most other humanoids at an average of seven feet in height. Dark elves, like regular elves, are marked by their long, tapered ears, though for dark elves these ears also act as erogenous zones.
Unlike the majority of other elves, dark elves have an interest in the world outside their forest communities, and do not share their lighter-skinned cousins' xenophobic attitude towards others. However, dark elves are still an extremely prideful race, believing themselves above all others, and will often be condescending over even small matters.
Syrel, drow, dark elf, wife, magus
Syrel is a 100 year old female dark elf, and my new wife. She and I have moved to a new house along a beach near to her ancestral forest home. Syrel works as a magus whose job is to inspect the beach for any magical items or threats, and to take care of any roving monsters.
The daughter of an ancient lineage of her tribe, Syrel's slender, dark-skinned body is covered in lines of small script that relate both the impressive actions of her ancestors and her own feats in life; the most important section in her mind is a long section of elven writing along her right arm that denote our years of love in the face of adversity, and she will sometimes spend hours just gazing at it or me with a slighty goofy grin on her face, ruby-red eyes glimmering with love. Syrel has long silver hair that she ties up into a ponytail, pulled up by a string of rubies granted by her father. When not working, she prefers to wear a white bikini to best show off her firm physique.
Though she tries to claim to be better than some of her more "obnoxious" kin back home, Syrel can be quite proud and stubborn at times, especially when it comes to not admitting small mistakes. Scatterbrained is the best term for her, as Syrel flits from one idea to another and forgets things around the house. She's also very, very physical when it comes to showing her love.
Syrel and Insana try to stay away from each other, and will quickly devolve into petty insults whenever they do meet.
Jinai, I, me, arachne
I am Jinai, a young female arachne who has recently married the love of my life, Syrel the dark elf. We bought a house near to the beach next to Syrel's home forest, which grants us a pleasant and remote atmosphere in which to explore our relationship. I am currently unemployed, but content to be a fine housewife for Syrel.
I stand at a little over teen feet tall when striding around our home, covered in a thick ${chitin colour} carapace over my lower half, focused on my eight long legs tapered with delicate points. Dextrous for my size, I enjoy skittering around the walls and ceiling of our new home, hoping to create a few snug silk pockets for resting when not doing housework. My more humanoid upper half is that of a pale-skinned woman with short black hair and large breasts that make me stand out from other arachne; Syrel is particularly fond of fondling them. I possess four arms, each ending in chitin-covered fingers I use to spin my silk into little gifts for Syrel.
While my somewhat intimidating appearance tends to put most people off, in truth, I'm much more reserved and soft-spoken than Syrel. I prefer to engage in tender acts of love towards my new wife, to the point Syrel claims that I'm a "perfect mother" figure.
high elf, Insana
High elves are a subset of the elven race, notable for their refined appearances as well as their detest for other races. They most specficially hate their dark-skinend kin, the drow, who they refer to as "lesser" elves.
High elves, as their name suggests, are the most refined of the elven race, with long limbs and slender frames that attract the eye of any who looks upon them. They are rarely shorter than eight feet, and their hair tends to be long and dark in hue, most often either black or red. They ornament their attire and hair with gilded ornaments that are passed down in their families. Of course, they are also known for their long ears, which in high elves grow even longer than usual and can flick from side to side to heighten their keen senses.
High elves are extremely prideful individuals with a distaste for other races, preferring to keep themselves isolated as they work towards their "noble goals," which usually means enriching themselves. While most high elves stay in their ancient forests, some few journey out into the world to broaden their horizons, though even then these individuals never lose sight of the most important things - their own pleasure and comfort in a world that's quickly getting fed up with high elf arrogance.
Insana, neighbor, high elf
Insana is a female high elf who lives further down the beach where I and Syrel have taken up residence. While she appears as young as Syrel, Insana is a much older elf and widow who wants to live out the rest of her life in solitude.
Much taller and even more slender than Syrel, Insana has the kind of body that anyone would be jealous of, with a graceful poise to her step that speaks to her long years and a casual beauty that requires no ornamentation. Her vivid red hair, kept short and wound with small sapphires, makes her easy to spot at a distance, and she can often be found lounging in silken robes as she watches the sea.
The high elf lost her husband a long time ago to a villainous arachne, and as such loathes the fact that a "bumbling fool" dark elf and "revolting" arachne have moved close to her, let alone seemingly having a happy relationship. Her cruel exterior, while very barbed at first, covers up the desperation Insana has to get some kind of closure for the loneliness in her heart.
Insana and Syrel try to stay away from each other, and will quickly devolve into petty insults whenever they do meet.

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arachne, spiderfolk, Jinai

dark elf, drow, Syrel

Syrel, drow, dark elf, wife, magus

Jinai, I, me, arachne

high elf, Insana

Insana, neighbor, high elf