Caves sucked. 

Dark and damp tunnels, constant dripping sound turning you crazy, and then the many, many ambush predators. But this was the only dungeon I could walk into, by virtue of how Silvermine City was built on top of it. Everyone came here, and that meant there was nothing in the upper floors. If it wasn’t nailed down, someone would take it. 

So I had no choice but to walk deeper inside, careful to keep the lantern alight as I looked around and did my best to avoid any monsters. Spiders, small groups of goblins, shroommans, bats… So many to remember, and I couldn’t let myself be found by any of them. A harvesting knife would be good against one, but those tended to be in groups. My armors were something I scavenged through luck too, what with how it was made out of cheap-ass leather, even having a few rips and tears. But despite the fact it didn’t protect its last owner… I’d rather I have one than not. 

Reaching another intersection, I sighed and put my lantern down. Taking a paper out of my pockets, I continued drawing the dungeon map on it with a charcoal. I would rather get a legitimate cartographer’s map, but there was nothing I could do with no money. 

“Hm… This is only fourth floor…” I didn’t really try searching on the top three floors, but this floor already felt different. A chill running down my spine, a tingle that made me watch the corner of my eye more than I should. Maybe it was paranoia, but I couldn’t shake the feeling I was being watched. That I wasn’t alone. Not in the sense that there were other people here too. I closed my eyes to let my hearing sharpened a little, just trying to focus and listen if there were anything. I pulled my lantern’s cover too, not wanting the light to show how vulnerable I was right now. 

Only the sound of dripping water greeted my ears. It was falling steadily, a constant sound that I could use as a baseline. Nothing else seemed to enter it, and I frowned. No sound of other humans chattering or moving. No monsters sneaking about, making the faintest sound that I might be able to pin down. But then again, everything might just be good in stealth. 

Good time to look around, I suppose. Just checking and see if there were some treasure chests anyone else would have missed. After all, even if this was merely the fourth floor, the dungeon would still be expanding. It would slowly become wider, and placing more baits for adventurers to grab. Of course, the growth would be better in deeper floors, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to survive down there. 

Even my chances in this floor were questionable, but there wasn’t much choice. There were only a few ways to get a massive amount of money at once… Just need to find a treasure, relic or mystical items, one way or another. Didn’t even need to be really great items too. 

I lifted my hand, letting the lantern’s light spill further across the dark passageway again. There were nothing marking any of the passages, whether one would be more dangerous than the other. At least this wasn’t the ones where the roads split to three, so I was left with picking between left or right. 

My eyes flicked both sides, trying to see if there was something that would give me a hint… and I noticed the slight shine on the left side. Something was on the upper side of the road, but not something glittering like jewels’, or metal veins, despite my wishes. Those would have solved my issue. Walking closer, I could see they were more like strings strewn all across the ceiling. 

Realization hits me moments later. Spider’s silk! And it would even be the perfect answer to my problem, even. The tailors were willing to pay premium for a bundle, especially if it was enough for them to weave into fabrics. A grin stretched across my lips at the treasure falling onto my lap. I took a stick out of my backpack and turn it around in the middle of the web, slowly making it swirl and gather around it. 

It wasn’t much, but it pointed out the right way for me. After all, spiders tended to congregate together, according to the adventurers I heard talking about them. Much like any other insect monsters, when you found one, that was a sign of a whole nest hiding somewhere. So I would just need to stay careful, then I could grab them all and leave with the monsters none the wiser. 

As long as I didn’t stumble my way to the nest too, because they wouldn’t be happy to know what I was doing. I grinned as a plan unfolded in my mind, ways of becoming rich whispering at me. The only thing I needed would be the bravery to get more than I needed now, before any of the smarter spiders knew what I had done. 

A race against time. 

I licked my lips before nodding to myself, certain on the course of the action. Adjusting my hold on my lantern, I held it up high to brighten the place, while my other hand continued gripping the webbed stick. 

This path actually looked clean, beyond the few, small spider’s web I could see strewn about. No lanterns or torches on the walls though, which meant that the other path had to be the main path for this dungeon. The one people walked through to get deeper would be my guess. Still, I squared my shoulder and started to move forward, each step cautious and soft. I could still hear the sound of my footstep, even if it was soft, but I never stopped, and took every nest I could into my pile. 

It didn’t take long for me to find something new in the cave, the decay, mold and even rotten egg mixing together into a sharp and pungent smell that made my eyes water and me coughing. I tried to cover my mouth and nose with my sleeve immediately, but doing that made my light source wobble precariously… especially since I still had to keep the stick from falling. 

I scowled, disliking the situation immediately. Without any other choice, I end up putting the lantern down once I was sure it was on a dry and flat surface, before rummaging through my backpack. Food source, water bottles, a bit of extra leather—which was what I needed. I took it out, slapping it on my face to cover both my nose and mouth, and determined that would be good enough. It was easily sliding down whenever I moved around, but at least I didn’t breathe in any airborne pathogens that might have come from the corpses. 

Nausea rose its way through my throat when I saw one of them, its body half-hidden beneath the white webs. Strings upon strings crisscrossing one another until the bloated corpse was covered… I could see them, various small spiders, barely as big as my palm, skittered around and continued to cover it up. 

My feet stayed as far away as possible from it, I even ended up pressing my back against the wall on the opposite side, all the while my eyes never strayed away from the group. They never paid attention to me, even when I thought I could see something at the edge of my sight. A lone spider, watching, until it jumped away the moment I turned to look at it. Was it the same one I could feel watching? 

I shivered, looking away. Should I continue getting more webs? The cave was steadily becoming darker, my lantern’s light not enough to penetrate the shadows. I couldn’t hear any sounds from within either. Unease filled my stomach, and I decided to take my leave right now. I could try again later. After all, what I had should be a decent amount, as long as I found a fair tailor to sell it to. 

Turning around, I— 

I wasn’t terribly surprised to see the entrance I walked through before was now covered in thick webbing. My little knife would do nothing against it, and who knew whether the spider that made it was still around or not? 

There was no need to check. I turned back once more, and walked deeper into the cave. The feeling of being watched never went away. 

The further I walked, the more I realized how dangerous the spiders were. People talked about the bees, the ants, about the insect monsters with hiveminds all the time, but none of them ever talked how spiders apparently were on the same level. They didn’t have an army, but the ability to make traps and obstacles with their own strings were fearsome on its own already. 

Bees were able to do the same with their hives, but they took some time before managing to finish a structure. Ants also took their time to built their nest. These two examples show how insect monsters tended to be static, staying in one place as they built and made their own territory better and safer for themselves. 

And then there were the spiders. In this case, they didn’t seem to have a nesting area like those two, and yet they were all working together. I saw, again and again, the sights of multiple spiders cooperating and webbing a whole corpse together. No fighting over who would eat the meat, just the patience to cocoon and then sharing their food. I saw one, where multiple spiders were using their pedipalps to poke and prod their food. 

I fled when I saw them, not wanting to be close for whenever they have finished that. 

Every few minutes, I would turn around, trying to look if there was a way out. My hope,  already a fragile piece I never expected to have, shriveled every time I saw nothing. Merely more and more webs, each of them hiding the exit. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to calm the worry that continued to twist in my gut. 

Ignoring it would just lead to me puking my guts out, and so I didn’t. I convinced myself that I would find a way out, that this was merely a setback. Even my hand was still gripping the webbed stick, because if I managed to get out of here alive… I would need it. 

My optimism died silently, in the face of those mandibles of many, many spiders. I stood there, just right outside the room I tentatively call a nursery. Egg sacs pulsed and shivered, making me even more nauseous. Maybe I should have tried to pit my knife against the web before, but by now it was just too late. 

I didn’t dare to turn around, fearing they’ll take advantage of it. Some of them were looking at me, and some weren’t. But the more I moved, the more of those spiders, from so tiny they were as big as my nail, to as big as my head were turning their head towards me. They were staying still, those black eyes reflecting the shine of my lantern, and I swallowed any whimpers that clawed in my throat. 

I started to back off with trembling legs, being careful and watching them, or as much as I could. More and more spiders were coming out from elsewhere, all watching me with unblinking eyes. I choked the scream I wanted to unleash, knowing that would only bait even more of them towards me. If only I had some sort of fire… This place looked really flammable. 

My back then met a web. Soft, springy, sticking itself to my clothes. 

I screamed, the panic I managed to stave off beforehand coming back with a vengeance. 

As if set off by my noise, the spiders moved too—there were so many they had become a black tide, a wave of chittering, hissing spiders. I was sobbing, the lantern and stick had long since fallen somewhere on my feet. All I could do was trying to continue backing down, hoping and praying I was strong enough to rip the whole web from its tether. 

Their legs skittered across me, coming up, finding any possible tears they could use to come to my skin. My mouth clacked shut as I whimpered, trying my best to slap them all away. It definitely didn’t help that their fangs were always all coming out, ready to bite and inject their venom whenever my hand came close. I was just lucky I managed to not get bitten so far. 

“Stop.” 

A single word. The spiders froze, even the ones rearing up, readying to stab its fangs into me. The ones leaping fell down, not even trying to move. It was even creepier to watch as each of them lowered themselves and moved away, all in one. More black tides, this time leaving me alone. They were, of course, still around in the nursery. Just hiding themselves in the nooks and crannies, or even leaping up and be on the ceiling. 

The only one left was the spider-human monster I didn’t even know exist within this dungeon. My throat dried as I saw her walking around, her spider legs moving in silence. Her human body looked beautiful, a wonder that could only be seen if you had the money to pay for the highest quality courtesans. Then my eyes wandered down, and I could see the spider body. Her carapace gleamed, despite the very slight lighting here. No matter how good she looked, that didn’t change the fact I was facing an arachne. 

She was still walking around the nursery, looking and checking each of the spider groupings. It was only now I noticed that they were bunching up together, separating and yet still in their own groups. 

I gulped in fear, trying to think of possibilities, of what I might even do. Maybe appealing to the arachne first? Even if she was a monster, I could, perhaps, convince her to let me go? I tried to move on the web still, though. Try to escape first, don’t hope for anyone else’s pity. The web never budged. In fact, I felt like it was sticking even more against my armor. 

Maybe it was my movement, maybe she felt the web’s. Either way, the arachne’s attention was pulled back, and she stopped fussing over the spiders. Turning towards me, she put down the little one that was in her palm. A beautiful smile was on her face, one that looked so perfect I could feel uncomfortableness bubbling in my gut. There were no blemishes, no acne or those little, thin hairs growing on her face. All she had was a lustrous black hair cascading down from the top of her head, which framed against her oval-shaped face wonderfully. 

“Hello, little adventurer, what are you doing here, in my humble abode?” She was so close now, letting me realize how she towered over me. Her insectile lower body made her waist started higher than mine, and then her human body was just taller, bigger. 

My mouth felt dry, and the uncomfortableness continued to roil in my gut. “I’m… May I leave? I… I didn’t intend to trespass your territory.” I whispered, throat feeling so tight I wondered if someone was choking me unseen. 

The arachne looked amused at my question, one of her hands gently caressing my cheek for a moment. It felt cold. “You didn’t? But what about this, hm?” She plucked something off the ground, no, from a procession of spiders that were now moving away, and deeper into the room. Then I saw what she was holding. 

I paled as my own webbed stick was shown back in front of me. “That’s…” I opened and closed my mouth, unable to even think of any excuse. 

“Do use your words, dear. I don’t think I am able to read your mind.” Her dark eyes glinted ominously, but I couldn’t think of anything. My brain was blank, unable to even forming words. 

Really, what was I supposed to do when a high level monster was ready to murder me if I didn’t give her the information she wanted? “I… I needed it! I can’t do much and people tend to love spider’s silk, so…” I trailed off, watching the arachne’s face becoming more and more neutral with every word that came out of my mouth. 

“It is fascinating what you humans came up with. Go on now, we have…” Her nails slowly dragged across my cheek, letting me feel how sharp and dangerous they were. I whimpered softly as the arachne continued, her fingers moving downwards ever so slowly. “A lot of time to talk with one another.” 

“You won’t kill me?” My voice was tinny, barely coming out as I tried to understand what this monster was doing. I was barely able to breathe, my chest raising and falling so fast as I tried to think. It was hard. I knew I wouldn’t be able to run, and the only weapon I had left was… to beg for mercy. Appeal to the arachne, hoping and praying I would be too pitiful for her to kill. 

“Of course not. Food is easy to come by, but you…” She smiled. It wasn’t a good one, merely making my heart to beat faster, as if it wanted to jump out of my ribcage. “So go on, you aren’t done with your story, aren’t you? We’ll move onto the main issue soon.” 

She said it like it was a promise, as certain that the wind shall blow, that the sun rose from the east every morning. Her hands had continued to move, slowly untying the threads on my leather armors. Horror grew slowly in the back of my mind, a realization that there could be something worse than death. 

So I rambled, talking about how my parents had died and with that, left me with an incredible amount of debt. That was why I had come here, trying to find my fortunes. After all, dungeons were supposed to be a fount for fortune, that was what everyone had said! With barely any money, I tried to get some armors and weapons… and that was how I came here. Going deeper. Walking in without a clue. Until I saw the webs and got the bright idea that selling spider webs would have been perfect. After all, they were a strong and flexible, able to keep themselves from being cut and a lot of other possibilities. 

The arachne’s smile grew sharper, making me feel as if I was placed on a knife’s edge. I whimpered again, her nails were scraping against my skin now. The upper armor I had been wearing was finally taken off, cut away into pieces and she was using it to her advantage. My body shook and tremble every time the arachne decided to press the nails deeper, until I was sure that she would have broken skin. 

“So you decided that us, the nest we have, is less than your needs for money.” She neatly concluded, cutting through all the issue, all of my self-justification. All it left was what I had done. 

“I’m… I’m sorry, please… I won’t come back here, I will try to go elsewhere, just please let me go.” Begging, pleading, I didn’t care what I had to do. I just got the horrible, horrible premonition that if I let this continue, I would never come back. That this would be a crossroads, between a traumatizing experience or something I couldn’t come back from. 

“Unfortunately, that isn’t a choice by now.” She shook her head, letting a few loose curls to move slightly, somehow making her look more human despite her words. “What you will end up doing will be better than anything else the humans could have asked you to. You shall be one of my eggbearers, to keep and bring the egg into terms.” One of her hands were coming back up, caressing my cheeks, while she continued to cut down more of my armors. 

I just couldn’t think anymore when I heard that. My thoughts stuttering to a stop, even as I tried to understand the words she said and what it meant. “But—what about… those?” I tried my best to point to the eggs that were already out, the ones being placed haphazardly across the cave’s surfaces. Even more was placed on the floor, the walls, and even the ceiling. My hands didn’t manage to come off the web, but the arachne seemed to understand. 

“Those?” She pointed precisely to the ones I meant, and I quickly nodded. “They are good for the mobs, for the weak spiders you see around. But what I need is something closer to my level… and your womb will be perfect for this.” She let out a soft sigh, as her hand gently caressed my stomach through my clothing. 

“What?” I croaked out, my throat feeling so dry like sand in the desert. But there wouldn’t be an oasis here, no water to quench the parchness in my throat. 

The arachne didn’t see the need for answering, humming slightly as she took off my bottom too—even if it was more of cutting it away. They fluttered away, leaving me in my casual clothes. They were even easier to take off, what with the arachne merely ripping them off my body. 

“Now this is better.” She whispered, and for the first time, I could see the dark desire in the back of her inhuman eyes. Not a full orb of darkness akin to a spider, but it was as if her eyes were an island of darkness in the middle of a lake of white. “Now it is time to prepare you.” 

I wished I could say I fought against the arachne more, that I tried something else beyond words. But without weapons and tied down by a web—she had pushed me against the web once more, once I was free from the armor. It was all I could do to stare as the arachne leaned her upper body closer. Her hands came around my shoulder as she put her head on the crook of my neck and shoulder. 

Her breathing was hot and wet, and I gasped when she started to lick there first. Tasting my sweat? “Your heart is going strong. Feeling scared, sweetheart?” She purred, the words making me shiver, more from fear than anything else. 

My chest was trembling, shaking with every breath I took. Even the edges of my sight were starting to darken as I tried to grip and finding nothing I could grab onto. “Stop. Please.” I knew it wouldn’t work, and yet it still came out in vain hope. For there were nothing else I could have. 

She didn’t give any sign of listening, instead focusing on where she could grasp—and let me feel it. The gentle lick, the way her teeth slowly pressed against my skin… My heart hammered so fast in my rib cage, as if straining to escape from its confinement. I wished I could do the same. 

“This will be a little painful.” 

“Wh—” 

Pain filled me for a moment. Nothing else joined it, leaving me with gasps and choked scream with those fangs puncturing my skin. Not for drinking, for I could feel something warm and wet dripping and sliding down on my back. She was pumping something as well, a liquid pain that made wail as venom burned across my blood vessel. My nerves. 

But despite the fire inside, of magma making its way across my chest and raw nerves, my extremities tingled. Not just them, really. 

Especially as the arachne started to call more spiders to come by, the smaller brethren immediately coming, all in a wave of chitin. The way their legs brushed against my skin this time made me gasp—their small hairs tickling, sending a delicious shiver all across my body. 

The arachne didn’t miss it, the smirk growing just a little wider in response. I didn’t know what they were doing until a while later, as I felt the web strings forming across my body. Loose at first, but tightening with every pass, every spider that moved up and down. Each brush sent me gasping, and yet there were no mercy—the arachne continued, forcing me to vacillate between drowning within the pleasure, or the burning pain that were still going on inside me. 

The fire that had moved through my insides, settling gently within my core and making my desires stir. 

— 

I didn’t know how long I was in that vague trance, my mind wishing for more and yet my body was being held back. And in the end of it all, I was still under her restraints and injected with her venom, for whatever she wished to do to me. 

She had brought me away too from the nesting ground, bringing me even deeper into the caves. Killing any hopes that someone might have seen from the main areas and rescued me. Not like it was likely in that room in the first place, for no one wished to fight against a horde of spiders. 

The new cave was smaller, more akin to a personal room than anything else. My attention barely managed to stray away from the webbing across my body, the way they felt tight was incredibly distracting, and made the fire worse. I was distracted for a moment when I was placed against something soft, but before I could have done something against my restraints—The arachne tied me up again, many spiders immediately moving towards the already-there-webbing and started to connect them to the bed. I could even feel a few momentary moments of freedom as they ate the strings before remaking it to better hold me down. 

It was a quick affair, done before I was even done gathering my wits. I was now spreadeagled across the web, with my only saving grace being how I was still covered by my clothing. Although with the way the spiders were moving around and biting and chewing through them, I wouldn’t be holding onto that for too long. 

“You are flushing, and I don’t think this is merely because of the venom.” The arachne said, looking down at me amusedly from the side, her spider legs allowing her to move silently as she peered at me from all sorts of angles. 

I shook my head, trying to deny her whatever it was she wished. My body felt incredibly warm, not unlike when I was being feverish—but this time it wasn’t a demand to make me rest. 

There were something more going on. My head was churning, thinking even as I panted, hands gripping the thick webbing without being able to do anything. I could feel the fire in my guts growing, letting me realize at how empty I was right now. My cunt was drooling, dripping despite the fact nothing was touching me like that. 

Spiders were still handling the webbing, and the arachne kept her distance—except for a few touches. Teasing ones, touching my bare skin and making my body stretch against her palm. She felt warm now somehow, even as she made me shudder. 

“Please.” I whimpered, not knowing what I was asking for. The heat was uncontrollable, for it  had long since becoming a sea of fire all across my body, igniting my nerves until I was a bundle of need and want. 

“Why don’t you be clearer to me, pet? What are you begging for?” The arachne was now moving towards me, gently touching my bare skin and making me mewl from the sparks. “Tell me properly, so I might be able to fulfill it for you.” 

Insidious, really. Force me to feel everything, and then leave me with everything she had stoked within me. My needs continued to grow, an unrelenting fire, eating each scraps of fuel like a hungry ghost. Even so, I needed to weave the right words, to tell her what I want her to do… 

A caress, and I gasped loudly, my lower body clenching against the air. “F-Fuck me. Please.” No more plans. I just wanted, no. I needed her. Right here, right now. 

She moved, all smoothness as her spider limbs climbed through the existing webs before she finally stopped right on top of me. Making me look towards the underside of her stomach, of how her legs were attached to her body. Of those very slight and fine hairs growing there. I had to close my eyes for a moment to calm myself down, the burning in my lower stomach becoming worse. 

Her musky smell was strong too in this distance. One that made me inhale a little deeper, mouth open as I tried to get more of her scent. Her chuckles felt like it reverberated in my head, as she backed off a little bit. Just so I would look at her, letting myself focusing upon her human body. Gorgeous and unblemished, I felt my cheeks flushing darker at the sight. She was naked, her fangs peeking through her lips a little. 

“Maybe another injection before we do this.” Those dark eyes didn’t tell me anything, but the way she smirked made my stomach flip. 

The wound from before was still open, still pulsing with every beat of my heart. Her fangs stabbed through it again—and I screamed. The pain rose and combined with the previous one, the ache and sharp bite seemingly melding well with one another. It hurt, so, so much. 

The venom was doing its job as it burned on the crook of my shoulders—but it wasn’t idle. The fire moved all around my body, not merely concentrating on the wound but everywhere. My nerves felt on fire, and yet at the core of it all—the one in my stomach was in the worst position, somehow. The arousal, the want and need were roaring. Allowing me to feel the wetness growing there, so much that I wondered whether the webbings grew wet underneath me. 

Her fangs came out again, and I shuddered from the wet sound, the way pain just stabbed all across my body again with that one move. And yet despite it all, I could feel my mind completely muddled, words not connecting with one another even as I opened my mouth in an attempt to talk. 

Amusement merely played across the arachne’s face, as she caressed my cheeks with one hand. “There it is. Barely able to think, just being able to listen and relax, yes?” 

Her words were probably something bad. Nothing’s good, and yet my head seemingly just nodded in agreement. It was easy, even if I could feel her fingers against my chin, the sharp nails giving me promises that went unfulfilled. 

“Good girl… Now we can do something about the emptiness you are feeling. I know you are feeling incredibly aroused by now, full of desire and wants. There’s only one way to fulfill it too…” Her hand easily skipped down, each brush against my skin seemingly electrified and drawing out moans and gasps out of my throat. 

Even merely touching me across my stomach made me gasp, my whole body feeling more sensitive than I thought it would be. Her palm felt smooth, and I jerked in my bonds as the fluttering touches continued. 

Then her fingers reached down and—I moaned as she played with it, coating her fingers with my arousal before she changed course. Touching my clit, sending lightning across my nerves. I couldn’t say anything, any thoughts having long since been obliterated. Only moans and trashing as my entrance clenched down against her fingers, the thin digits merely stroking my needs instead of fulfilling it. 

I came with a loud scream, gasping at the end of it, as if I managed to breach through the water’s surface. She didn’t stop her ministrations, pushing me into more orgasm until my head was dizzy and empty, my lung barely filled with air. I could feel the drool at the corner of my mouth, still coming out slowly with every second that passed, and despite the stir of disgust at it… I couldn’t do anything. Only breathing, dark spots all over at the corner of my eyes as the arachne finally stopped. Still touching, but not stroking or anything else that would set me off. 

My chest was trembling again in my effort to breath, just trying to calm my hammering heart down, focusing on everything else except for how overexerted my whole body feel. The arachne’s attention making me feel small. 

“Let it be known that I always ensure my pet feels good.” There was an undercurrent of chuckle there, and I could hear the hiss of laughter coming and going from the spiders—even though I couldn’t see any right now. 

Terror settled back in easily, pushing away the fuzzy feelings all the orgasms had brought me. I struggled again against the webbings, which allowed me to realize how strong they were. That no matter how much I struggled, I couldn’t do anything more except for letting her continue doing what she wished. 

Pulling my hands merely made the webs stretch until I couldn’t fight anymore and ending up with my hand extended again. My legs were the same, and there weren’t anything else I could do with my body. I could feel tears prickling at my eyes at this, at how useless I was being. If only I was a little bit stronger, smarter… I wouldn’t even be in this situation. 

But as the arachne leaned close again, her fingers touching me below—I couldn’t help but moan. The pleasure was an easy escape, a bait that was so alluring I couldn’t help but reach for it. She was stretching me now with her fingers, slowly working more of them in, widening the digits when they were fully inside me. It should be painful, with the pace she was working me on. But whatever her venom had done, I didn’t feel any pain. Instead, I could feel how it stoked the fire of my arousal once more, turning it into a roaring fire that ate through my other thoughts. 

I gasped, clenching against her fingers. Wanting more, deeper inside me. Even as she started to turn her hand into a fist, making me realize how much more I was able to accept. How much I wished it was something thicker and longer, leaving me full of—I moaned at the thought, eyes rolling upwards for a moment at the pleasure running across my brain. 

“You are ready, aren’t you?” Her voice was excited now, especially as I nodded very quickly. Despite all the pleasure and desire leaving me drenched and yet still full of fuzz, I could grasp what she was talking about. In fact, I was tightening myself around her, grinding slightly just to gain a bit more friction against her— 

She didn’t let me. 

Her fist came out with a wet sound, sending shivers through me. The emptiness in me was grating, leaving me wishing that she would just fill me immediately. Instead, she moved herself to stand on top of me properly, her lower body lining up against mine. It made looking at her easier, to see how uncanny her whole body was. 

She still looked like a human, of course, but her skin was too smooth. Too unblemished, and not even a trace of body hair. She was perfect, even if looked at from afar. With our distance, I had no choice but to realize how much imperfection was there in human body. Her smile was a little too wide, her teeth sharper than it should. I noted everything as she looked down on me, letting me see more of her. Those eyes at least showed very clearly what she was, and the skitter of fear wrapped around my stomach. 

“I can’t wait to see you full of my young, filled to the brim…” Excitement. She was enjoying her thoughts, her imagination running on what would happen soon—and I couldn’t help but feeling the same. My lower body was dripping wet, and everytime I thought of that future, I could feel myself growing even more excited. 

“P-please.” I gasped, begging in accordance of the venom burning within me. Maybe I should have fought her harder, but was there any use? I didn’t have anyone who would seek me, and there was no reason for this to be bad. After all, it felt so good. 

Satisfaction radiated from her whole body, akin to how I would imagine a predator looked when their prey laid themselves down in front of it. Her lower body moved slightly, the arachne doing something down there that I couldn’t see. 

I felt it soon after—something smooth and solid, demanding its way to go inside me. First the tip, before it slowly becoming a little thicker once it was within. I gasped at the feeling. Warm, but not like a dick. Nor was it as short as one. I could feel the length still going on outside my body, but that didn’t really matter. 

What did was how I could feel it pressing deep into me, deeper than how a penis would have been, I was sure. I loosed another moan, and something thick started to move through the organ. 

I jerked in my bonds as it was steadily pushed in, the bulbous thing moved little by little with every groan the arachne’s let out. She wasn’t thinking clearly too, but with my entrance stretched out like this… I could only moan, eyes crossing slightly at the pressure and pleasure overloading my brain. 

When it was finally popped in, pushed and nestled deep into my womb, I screamed in pleasure—body clenching, tightening as orgasm hits me. The arachne never stopped, more and more eggs pouring into me through the ovipositor. Being filled was wonderful, more than when she was playing with my clit. The rush swamped me, and I didn’t fight as she continued to push in more than I believed could fit. 

My tongue lolled out, drool all escaping from the corner of my mouth. Everything was fuzzy, thoughts and words barely stringing together as I let myself be filled. Even as my body started to fill full, I didn’t manage to say anything—merely another groan. Moans were my only communication attempt, and my tightening body. 

The arachne was gasping too on top of me, pressing herself deeper with every second that passed. 

“Almost there… It’s alright.” She soothed me, her fingers running over my hair as I moaned, pressing my face against her palm. It felt warm even as my stomach felt bloated, filled with… eggs. With the arachne’s young, and even though I should hate it—I could feel warmth raising from my loins. Arousal stirring again despite all the orgasm that I just had moments ago. 

When she finally stopped, pulling herself out, I nearly whined out instinctively. It was all I could do to keep my mouth shut, even as I kept her tight against me still. My stomach was so full, and yet… 

“How do you feel, my little pet?” She murmured, stroking my chin, pulling my head up to look into her black eyes. 

Everything was still all too foggy, my body still oversaturated with good feelings. “G-ghood…” I whispered, certain my eyes were hazy as I looked back. 

“Good, good girl. You are going to be a great broodmother, I’m sure.” The arachne’s smile was wide, showing off her fangs. 

I could see the poison dripping down from there, ready to be plunged once more into me… and I could only nod in excitement. For I knew there was no choice but to let myself plunge into her wish.