His hand landed directly on the fold. His palm pressing flat against the pink flesh, his fingers curling around the curve of her spider body's lowest segment. The warmth was immediate. The flesh was soft, softer than the surrounding fur, the texture slick and giving under his hand.
She made a sound.
Not a word. A sharp, high, involuntary noise that came from the back of her human throat, the sound of a body part being touched that was not accustomed to being touched.
His hand closed. He slapped.
SMACK
The sound was wet and firm, his palm connecting with the pink flesh, the impact sending a ripple through the soft tissue. Her spider legs splayed outward, her human torso jerking upright, her dark eyes going wide.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
