The Spider’s Parlour

The Spider’s Parlour

 

Miriam was warned not to stray from the path. The hunters and the traders in the village all told her that the road through the Tanglewood had its own hazards at the best of times, and wound through the forest as though a line randomly drawn on the map. But it remained the safest way through the Tanglewood, oft travelled though seldom by those venturing alone. Most stuck together in groups, many going in caravans that all but ensured safety, as few predators or creatures, or occasional brigand, what few were willing to brave the woods and stay just off the road to avoid detection, wished to tangle with a more heavily defended company as it passed through.

Miriam thought she could slip through swiftly with her cloak, a cotton weave laced with many fabrics and dyes that made it almost impossible to see amongst the shrubbery should she go dead still.

She thought it would be a simple affair to cut through the forest, especially since she spied a path that branched from the road. Not one well travelled, but a path all the same, perhaps abandoned out of fear or forgotten entirely.

Now the auburn-haired woman was lost in the woods. She still had the path, but she had passed by a break in the route some time back, and when she began to fear her attempt was more foolish than calculated and doubled back, she could not find the other side of the path.

Afraid of getting even more hopelessly lost, she felt her only option was to keep following the path before her.

The sun was still up, but that didn’t offer her much comfort; the thick canopy of the leafy-green trees all around her filtered much of the sunlight, leaving only the odd golden strand to paint motes of pale yellow on the ground, shifting and winking in and out as the leaves of the trees shifted in the nigh-imperceptible breeze.

The trees were tall and straight, though their tops branched broadly, and their limbs often crossed over one another, though never did they touch directly.

It was the bushes and the brambles that snaked between the trunks along the ground that made traversing the Tanglewood difficult. There were patches and routes between, but they were few and untrodden. The occasional clearing could be spotted off between the trees, but never did the path Miriam was on take her to such a clearing.

She could only hope that she’d eventually emerge on the other side of the woods and find the main road again, or at least be led to a place she could shelter in come night, and resume her crossing on the morrow, or attempt to retrace her steps.

She understood now that the Tanglewood was a genuinely hazardous place, and not just because of the disorientation it inflicted on those that strayed from the safe roads; on more than one occasion, she had heard strange noises that did not seem like birdsong or the call of woodland critters. And several times, she thought she saw shapes skulking between the trees in the distance, but the veiled gloom of the forest made it hard to make out whatever she saw.

It only encouraged her to move swiftly, and hold her cloak close. She did not wish to be caught in the open, so to speak, come nightfall. And it would only grow dark much swifter as the sun dipped towards the horizon, the trees and thick shrubbery obscuring what light tried to penetrate the depths of the Tanglewood.

She kept her pace up, grumbling to herself, and reaching into one of her pockets to fish out some hard crackers lined with wax paper. Her attire was simple; flaxen shirt dyed green and dark cotton pants that went to her ankles, with some simple leather shoes somewhere between black and brown, depending on what light one saw it in. And of course, her camouflaged cloak. Hardly a cloak of invisibility, but certainly the next best thing. It also kept her warm and in wetter climes kept her dry.

Right now, she only hoped it would keep her hidden from unfriendly eyes, a mere green shape moving amongst the trees that might be lost the moment a potential threat came investigating. And if it was a bit more attentive, fail to notice her if she stayed still and kept to the greenery.

Though she would have to keep her gaze lowered; her blue eyes were quite striking, bright and visible from a distance. It was one of her most recognisable features, given her build was nothing special. Feminine and shapely, yes, but not as voluptuous as some of the more alluring women of the village, particularly those that earned their keep at the tavern.

Miriam wasn’t one to flaunt herself. She was like many other women in the village, hard workers. And woe be to any who believed the women, no matter their occupation, of her village would suffer any slight.

Right now, however, Miriam was not feeling particularly brave. What lurked in these woods, likely did not care much of the ferocity of humans.

As she finished her crackers, she spied something odd up ahead; thin strands of light that glinted in the occasional sunbeam that pierced the woodland canopy.

As she neared, she realised they were indeed strands, but not of light; of silk. Threads of the stuff hanging from tree to ground. Ahead, more webbing was visible, thicker strands that better caught the light, or became too thick to be all but imperceptible.

Fortunately, none of it crossed the path, but it made Miriam nervous; she did not know what created them, and she could not see any spiders or other silk-weavers clinging to the webbing or nestled amongst the trees.

She forged on, however, hoping that nothing would ambush her or give her grief.

She walked for some time more, and her nerves were only growing more frayed as the webbing around her grew far thicker than should have been normal. It was like the woods had been overtaken by hundreds of spiders, thousands even, of great size. But still she could not see any.

She began to contemplate retreat, that perhaps risking the break in the path to find the first stretch was a less insane idea. She did not like the way the webbing changed the lighting around her, pale and diffused. It was so thick, curtains of the stuff gently swayed in the breeze, whilst thick bands bound together trunk and branch and ground.

But then she saw a clearing ahead, a good, wide space with what appeared to be an old campfire circle dead in the centre.

Thinking that perhaps she may have found some place safe to rest, she entered into a short jog to the clearing; it was covered in dried, dead leaf litter, the amber and brown detritus rather thinly layered, but it exposed no spots of dirt or grass beneath or between each overlapping leaf.

There were some old metal pots arrayed around the edge of the clearing, and some clay jars lined up against a fallen tree to the left. Directly ahead was a great boulder that she had not noticed thanks to a thick curtain of webbing on the path leading to the space. The rock slightly overhung the edge of the clearing, and Miriam spied an old hide spread for sleeping on.

Beyond that, there was not much else to the clearing, but she did notice that it was open to the sky… mostly.

Rather unnervingly, the encroaching webbing had formed something of a canopy over the clearing, allowing sunlight through, but diffused and pale, casting an eerie hue throughout the space.

She wondered who could have made the space, used it… especially since she saw signs that it had been visited recently, what looked like human footprints leading away from the hide bedding.

She pondered this, until she heard a sound that made her almost yelp, and certainly jump a little.

She looked up at the boulder, having heard a scrabbling sound against it, but saw nothing.

She backed up towards the campfire, holding her arms close to her chest as fear began to take hold. Perhaps she should’ve tried finding her way back after all.

She looked to her left. And then to her right. She went still, and felt dread in her. Then she whipped around behind her.

Nothing.

As far as she could tell, she was alone. Perhaps her mind was playing tricks on her.

Then a shadow fell on her. She didn’t notice it at first, in the diffuse lighting, but once cast over her eyes, her heart began to race.

Somehow, she knew it wasn’t a cloud.

She slowly turned her head upwards, and her blood turned icy.

Above her, hanging upside down from the webbed canopy, was an enormous spider; it was at least double the size of a horse, if not counting the legs… with the legs, the spindly limbs of chitinous blue-black carapace certainly kept that ratio and more, each leg carefully picking its steps.

It was smooth, almost glassy, but it did not reflect the light from this angle, with strange white and red markings adoring its bulbous but slightly angular thorax.

But instead of a head with slathering mandibles, there was a long extension to the body that Miriam could not immediately identify, silhouetted against the light through the webbing… until it bent back and revealed itself to be the upper torso of a beautiful if monstrous woman.

She was naked, with a hefty bust that hung towards the ground as gravity tugged on her globes, but they nonetheless possessed a youthful pliancy.

She had black hair that hung far, and were she upright, would have lightly framed her face and reached the small of her back, just above where her human body met the spider’s.

Her skin was pale, but it was contrasted by dark markings that started from where her flesh melded with chitin, running up the sides of her torso, framing her breasts, and ending just beside her eyes… which were a deep red, not unlike the legends of vampires, though she lacked the slit pupils those tales spoke of. They had the same hungry light, of course, and above her eyes were three sets of much smaller, gem-like protrusions that looked like extra, if simpler, eyes, only enhancing her spidery nature.

Her lips, plush and soft, were parted to reveal less inviting teeth, sharp and complemented by four fangs, the two on her upper jaw much longer and thinner, like needles.

Her mouth was twisted into a devious grin, which only filled Miriam with terror. The spider woman’s ears were pointed, though not as long as tales of elves spoke of.

But there was no tale that told Miriam what this creature was. Terror and beauty in one monstrous form.

She couldn’t help but step backwards involuntarily, prompting the spider woman to chuckle deviously.

“‘Welcome to my parlour, said the spider to the fly~'” she recited. It was a rich voice, sensual, but predatory. Full of womanly charm, but utterly treacherous, to man or woman.

Miriam stepped back again, unable to utter a single word. She couldn’t even bring herself to scream. But the spider woman only approached, each careful step plucking a clawed ‘foot’ from the webbing. Miriam couldn’t fathom how the thing was even clinging to the webbing, but it seemed perfectly comfortable striding along the silk threads.

“What is this~?” the spider remarked. “Does the fly not wish to join me in my parlour~?”

She giggled wickedly.

It was at that point Miriam decided to run, turning around to bolt the way she came, letting out a scream.

But her flight was cut short after only a few steps, as she slipped on the leaf litter, which proved far less stable when attempting to run on it suddenly.

That was when she discovered a layer of silk carefully hidden beneath, a fine sheet of sticky webbing that clung to her palms.

Miriam shrieked, trying to pull it off, but it only got her more hopelessly entangled in the fine threading.

Which gave the monster looming overhead all the time in the world to descend to the ground with a disturbing grace, not that Miriam noticed until the spider woman was standing over the struggling woman.

She rolled onto her back, whimpering silently, eyes almost bulging as she saw this creature grinning down at her, pedipalps twitching around her crotch, where the human spied a thin slit and slightly puffy vulva.

Miriam, however, cared little for the monster’s apparent nudity, feeling like a scream had caught in her throat, and couldn’t bring itself to escape.

“Aw, the fly has gotten themselves stuck~” the spider woman mused, licking her lips. “Poor little fly, caught and bound, stuck and trapped~ To become a meal, in the spider’s parlour~”

Miriam started to blubber.

“P-Please, no!” she pleaded, struggling even more to extricate herself from the webbing.

She didn’t have much time to beg or contemplate the horror of her situation or the circumstances of her fate, for the spider woman suddenly plucked her from the ground, threads of sticky silk clinging to Miriam’s body, and lifting the layer of dead leaves like a carpet before the strands were snapped by a quick swipe of the spider’s forelegs.

Miriam struggled, but the spider woman was quick, and seemingly adept at dealing with writhing prey, using their legs to juggle Miriam dexterously, before the woman felt her shoulders grasped by the spider’s human arms.

She was hauled up before the monster, who licked her lips hungrily… and perhaps a little erotically, as though feasting and fornicating were not far removed acts for her.

“Just a quick bite~” the spider crooned, using her pedipalps to hold onto Miriam’s hips, keeping the struggling woman from slipping free.

Miriam was about to start bashing on the spider’s head, before they suddenly leaned forward, and sank their fangs into Miriam’s shoulder and neck.

Miriam ought to have screamed out in agony. Instead, there was only a shocked gasp, her eyes widening and her pupils shrinking to pin pricks.

It didn’t hurt as much as she expected, and the pain faded almost instantly, to be taken over by a buzzing warmth that quickly radiated from the location of the bite, the spider woman gently ‘chewing’ with her jaws and jerking her head every so slightly downwards.

The warmth intensified, and the buzzing turned to a strange tingle that seemed to overwhelm the muscles in her limbs and her torso. They no longer responded to her, and erratic, spasmodic twitches began to rock her body. Worse, the heat seemed to concentrate on ‘certain areas’ of her body… her nipples, and her vulva, in particular. She couldn’t comprehend it, but arousal was starting to spread throughout her body, and her skin became suddenly sensitive to touch, even light caresses surprisingly pleasing.

Another gasp left her lips as the spider woman released her neck, fangs sliding free of the bite wounds left upon the curve where neck met shoulder, tiny rivulets of blood trickling from the punctures. Which were promptly lapped up by the spider woman, boasting an inhumanly long and dexterous tongue.

She let out a seething sigh of delight, as though Miriam’s blood was delicious.

“Mmm, you will be a good meal~” she said.

Miriam couldn’t muster the strength to respond; the paralytic venom was spreading throughout her body, though it seemed to have left her organs and her head alone, though it was harder to move her neck. Unfortunately, it seemed to also serve as some sort of aphrodisiac, a potent one at that; Miriam’s body was hot, and she could feel her undergarments getting wetter by the moment.

A small shivering whimper left her lips, but it quickly turned to a gasp of uninvited stimulation when the spider woman suddenly pulled Miriam tight against them, their larger breasts squashing against Miriam’s.

They attacked her neck again, only this time with lecherous licks and kisses. Slow and teasing. She felt their lips press to her skin, gently suckling and draping those oral folds against her sensitive throat, before sealing her victory over the human and planting a kiss upon Miriam’s mouth.

Her eyes widened a little in response, but she couldn’t fight the spider off, only endure as their lips meshed with hers, and their tongue wormed into her mouth, the prehensile length easily tangling up Miriam’s muscle, and probing further into her throat.

She should’ve gagged as she felt it probe so far, but it seemed her reflex had been suppressed, perhaps by the very venom that now coursed through her veins.

As much as it wasn’t affecting the muscles in her head quite as much as the rest of her body, the effects on her mind were apparent, her arousal deepening, a soft euphoria descending upon her mind.

The kiss went on for quite a while before the spider woman broke it off, giggling deviously, whilst Miriam panted softly.

“Now it’s time to get to the real meat~” the spider crooned.

A timid yelp left Miriam’s lips as she was then manhandled some more, and whined in terror as she felt the spider start stripping her attire from her body. First her shirt and cloak, and then then the simple cloth brassier that kept her bust from chafing against some of the more coarse garments she wore.

The spider woman took a good long look at Miriam’s breasts, licking her lips and leaning in to give one of the exposed nipples — erect from that terrible venom — a long, salacious lick.

Miriam whimpered and gasped, unable to stop the pleasant sensations that arced through her nerves when teased in such a manner.

The spider started rubbing her breasts to Miriam’s then, chuckling lowly and licking their captured human’s cheek before shifting Miriam about, so they could use their pedipalps to begin stripping the rest of the woman’s attire.

Her long pants and underwear were pulled down in one go, and then removed altogether, along with her boots.

Now Miriam was totally naked before this treacherous monster, much to the creature’s delight.

“You look delicious~” they said. Miriam could only whimper in response. This was followed by a startled shout as she was suddenly taken beneath the spider’s great body… and suddenly found himself being wrapped up in sticky silk.

She couldn’t fight back, as her body was still twitching against her will, spasming like a dying insect, though the burning sensitivity she felt was anything but the touch of death.

She whimpered as she was wrapped in layer upon layer of sticky silk, slowly cocooned in wrapping that covered her from head to toe… save for her crotch, her breasts, and her mouth. Her arms were bound together and crossed just below her bust, with her legs held together and kept straight. She was still twitching and struggling involuntarily, but once she was completely bound, it was just a twitching, elongated sack the spider woman had to deal with.

Unfortunately for Miriam, the silk was surprisingly soft against her skin, and though layered thick, she could feel touch through the webbing quite acutely… a hand gently brushing across her stomach with a sensual pressure, another gently playing across her head.

All she could do was gasp and whine, the spider woman starting to grope their hapless quarry with a surprisingly pleasant touch. Miriam couldn’t rightly see through the silk, as only light seemed to filter through the sheets of the cocoon, leaving the world around her only defined by bright and dark spots and smudges.

Her hearing, however, was only slightly limited, the spider woman giggling rather heartily, quite pleased with her handiwork.

“You look lovely, all wrapped up, like a gift~”

Miriam felt a finger tug down her lower lip, and then a thumb brush across both. She shivered, unable to resist the sensations being toyed with like this presented her. That damned venom was too much.

Suddenly, she felt herself being hauled up into the air, a twitching, dangling cocoon containing a helpless woman awaiting an uncertain fate.

She felt her back being pressed to a stretchy sheet of something, more webbing most lightly, and then the touch of the spider receded.

She was held in place, firmly adhered to the web, though it shifted a little thanks to Miriam’s lingering involuntary jerks and spasms, though they were growing a bit less frequent now. Not enough to stop the spider from being pleased by Miriam’s reactions to the venom.

“You wriggle so nicely~! Like good prey~” she purred, thoroughly pleased with Miriam’s venom-induced spasms.

Immediately after, they ran their tongue along Miriam’s silk-covered neck, applying enough pressure that some of the moisture from their inhumanly long tongue seeped through. Another gasp, another whimper, but Miriam couldn’t bring herself to sob or scream. The mild euphoria from the aphrodisiac in the venom was doing quite well to keep her off balance, to keep her arousal at the forefront of her mind.

The spider woman’s roaming touches didn’t help either, one hand cupping an exposed breast, thumb rubbing against the nipple, the other hand caressing the side of Miriam’s head.

And below, the spider’s pedipalps were also at work, touching and grazing Miriam’s body, one sharp tip gently tracing a line down one of Miriam’s thighs, the other reaching a bit around to tug on the woman’s glute on the opposite side.

She felt a thumb slip into her mouth, pressing against and gently rubbing her tongue. She thought about biting down, but these promiscuous acts, compounded by the venom, were getting to her, getting her even more hot and bothered. She only moaned around the thumb instead.

Then the hand to her breasts shifted down, trailing a finger firmly along her gut through the silk, making her diaphragm twitch in response, before her whole body jumped as much as it could in a cocoon, when a finger brushed against her terribly sensitive clit.

“W-Wait!” Miriam pleaded, but the spider was already circling a digit to the button, extracting exquisite moans from the girl. Now, most of the jerking twitches of the human’s body was from pleasure, rather than the effects of the venom.

She wormed helplessly against the web that supported her, the cocoon keeping the spider’s sensitised prey securely bound.

It didn’t stop Miriam’s spasms, of course; as much as her body might have been mostly paralysed, she still had enough power of her muscles to jerk in response to such erotic touches.

“S-Stop… aaaaa…”

She couldn’t stifle the moans that came out of her mouth, becoming shrill when a finger slid down from Miriam’s clit and along the gash between labia… and then there was a small scream as that finger pushed inside of her.

She was no virgin, she had been with a man before… but this creature was a woman, there was no denying that. And as such, it was an utterly new experience for Miriam, for better or worse.

And this spider was proving to be rather adept with her hands… the venom just ensured Miriam couldn’t feel anything but the pleasure.

The finger began to pump slowly, in and out of Miriam’s depths, sinking to the knuckle. Then it was joined by another, prompting a brief thrashing from the cocooned human, who could muster nothing more than that for a scant second or so.

Though it was more than she could do a few minutes ago, showing that the venom’s effects were weakening. At least, the paralytic aspect.

The aphrodisiac, however, was as potent as ever, and it was not weakening. If anything, it felt like she was growing more sensitive now the spider was free to tease and torment her in such lecherous ways.

“The fly has cute little cries~” the spider praised. “Sing more for me~”

She giggled, and leaned in to latch onto Miriam’s neck through the silk; the woman felt the fangs just barely pricking her skin, not enough to pierce, or even hurt, but it presented a rather unique sensation, one that the poor human couldn’t shake.

With her body afflicted by the aphrodisiac, her fear and loathing of the situation was quite distant, making her focus on the experience itself… and to her dismay, there were parts of it that were making her quite aroused.

This was a genuinely erotic experience, of that, Miriam had to admit to herself. Terrifying, horrible, but lecherous, and she knew that it was only going to get more obscene.

The spider had made several remarks about ‘eating’ and ‘meat’, and more than a few comparisons of Miriam to a ‘fly’, but the way they behaved… they were only just getting started.

Miriam cried out again as the spider worked their fingers even more vigorously, pushing them against the woman’s walls, tracing the contours within Miriam’s pussy.

And practically blindfolded, she was forced to focus on the physical touch. She couldn’t see what the spider was doing, beyond the occasional looming shadow through the silk, but she could feel their body brushing up against her own through the silk of the cocoon, which felt rather pleasant even now.

The spider let go of Miriam’s neck, and shifted a little. The next oral contact the woman felt was against one of her nipples, that flexible tongue tracing the pale areola around the sensitive nub, the venom having seen to it that her arousal was intense and any erogenous zone was particularly sensitive. It made her twitch a little, the hot, moist breath washing over her globe not helping matters.

The spider continued, gently flicking the button with their tongue, prodding the nipple down with the tip of the muscle, and then brushing a stroke with the broad side over both areola and teat.

Miriam whined, but she was helpless against the ministrations of the spider. And much to her dismay, a part of her was starting to rather enjoy this. Feeling so precisely tantalised, but unable to do anything, at the mercy of such a terrible but admittedly beautiful creature.

Then the spider sealed her lips around Miriam’s nipple, and the woman let out a whining moan, feeling the creature tug gently, and relentlessly attack her button and the disc around it with a waggling tongue, circling, brushing, prodding, tasting every part of her held within the spider’s mouth.

This went on for a good few moments until the spider popped off the teat, a luxurious sigh following. Then the same treatment was imparted upon Miriam’s other breast, and the woman released several more sweet moans.

And through it all, the spider continued to brush her pedipalps against Miriam’s lower body, rubbing the woman’s exposed mound, even pressing against her erect clitoris, prompting pitched whines to leave the human’s mouth.

Then the spider finally left Miriam’s breasts alone, though she could audibly hear them lick their lips, even with the silk over their ears.

“If they’re this sweet now, I eagerly await when they’re ready~” the spider crooned. Miriam had no idea what was meant by that, and she had no chance to ponder the statement, feeling the spider trail their hands down her body, planting a line of kisses through the silk against her torso all the way down to her crotch… and then she was given a lick directly to her clitoris.

An even more shrill sound left Miriam in response, her eyes widening beneath her blindfold of silk.

“W-wait!” she tried to implore, but the spider was not listening to Miriam’s pleas, only interested in peeling back the thin but obstructive layer of pubic hair to expose her labia directly. The spider crooned, an appreciative sound, and then scented Miriam’s arousal.

Clearly, the aroma was pleasing to the spider, because she immediately ran her tongue from the lowest point of Miriam’s gash, to flick off the woman’s clit, making her jerk in her cocoon. Then another such lick was applied, and then another, and yet one more, until the spider was slowly lapping and curling her tongue up and down Miriam’s slit, sometimes adjusting to trace the edges of her labia, avoiding the pubic hair.

Miriam was now hopelessly aroused; between the venom and the expertise of this monstrous woman, she feared if she was denied release, it would actually be a disappointment. She’d certainly never felt this way, and the roiling conflict of emotions in her mind somehow enhanced the experience.

The spider used her hands to part Miriam’s nether hair a little bit more, further exposing the woman’s pussy so she could feast more thoroughly, clasping her lips to Miriam’s vulva, tongue slowly wriggling and curling up and down about the entrance, threatening to invade but remaining on the cusp, just to torment the human.

Miriam began to sweat from the stimulation, the silk rather breathable but unable to spare her from the mildly greasy feeling of her perspiration. Yet, it only served to enhance the eroticism of the situation, to her dismay.

Lances of warmth and pleasure shot through her with each slow but prolonged lick from the treacherous monster woman, tongue worming slowly, spreading her labia and pushing against her pink flesh with effective stimulation. Either it was the tracing touch of a tongue’s tip, or the broad touch of the flat of the muscle, and both brought different titillation Miriam was slowly losing resistance to. She could feel herself slowly building a climax. Slowly, but inexorably. It was both a horrible feeling, to think she would be made to orgasm by this creature, in this situation, and an obscenely tantalising feeling. She wondered if it was entirely the venom that was afflicting her thoughts, or her own desires, if only just to be pleasured so thoroughly.

Thorough in ways she wasn’t anticipating, as soon proven when the spider ceased their efforts around the entrance of Miriam’s depths… and promptly impaled the several-inches of tongue into the canal.

Miriam cried out in shock and pleasure; she had felt how long that tongue was when the spider explored her throat with it. Now it started wriggling about inside her depths, curling the tip to trace her folds, follow her contours, and hunt for that elusive trigger point, pressing against the stretch of wall towards her front, persistent and relentless.

Their lips weren’t idle in this endeavour either, suckling and occasionally tugging on Miriam’s vulva with hungry fervour, never breaking the seal, sometimes slurping, always feeding themselves with the woman’s juices of arousal.

Miriam’s tepid squirms only seemed to excite the spider, her murmurs of amusement tingling the human’s vulva and adding to the sensations felt.

“S-Slow down!” Miriam cried, knowing now that begging the spider to stop was pointless… and part of her didn’t want the spider to stop. It felt better than it should have. Miriam ought to have felt utterly traumatised, but she was falling victim to the pleasure rapidly. She couldn’t quite understand it. She was still afraid, still terrified, but the pleasure was very much real. And it excited her.

Orgasm was fast approaching, even if the spider had yet to find Miriam’s most sensitive spot. The way the tongue writhed within her pussy, and how the spider’s lips suckled and meshed to her mound, and the occasional brushes against her clit by the monster’s nose… it was more than enough.

She was close to the edge, ready to fall over it… and then a wayward touch by the tongue caused Miriam to cry out in ecstasy.

It felt to Miriam like there was a minuscule pause, where everything seemed to stop in the world… and then the spider attacked that point in her depths with relentless, predatory hunger.

Miriam was driven over the edge, a shrill scream of pleasure echoing into the Tanglewood; maybe some brave adventurer would hear her and rescue her from this ordeal.

But the immediate term, she was made to buck in her cocoon, the venom not quite enough now to suppress the almost violent spasms of pleasure that made her send the entire web she was stuck to shivering.

The spider made it worse, maintaining the offensive with that thrashing tongue to Miriam’s spot.

It was tantamount to cruelty, making her endure such a feeling. Yet Miriam’s mind was lighting up with desire, some terribly degenerate side of herself that seemed to be enjoying this torment.

Then, finally, the spider relented, slipping her tongue out of Miriam’s depths with a following gasp, a final slew of shivers in response to the muscle sliding against her post-orgasmic sensitive walls.

A parting flick against her clit didn’t help things at all, prompting one final sputter of fluids from Miriam’s sex.

The spider murmured in delight, Miriam able to hear them licking their lips; she seemed to do that a lot, as befitting of a predatory monster.

“Delicious, delicious, delicious~!” she praised. “I must thank you, fly, for giving me such sweet nectar~”

Miriam was only now starting to calm down from her climax, panting from pleasure-induced exertion, trying to get her breathing under control.

“Please… can I go free now?” she pleaded, prompting a crushing giggle from the spider.

“Free? No, no my little fly, I am not done~ I have yet to feast, but to feast, I must make love~”

“M-Make love? What do you mean!?” Miriam demanded worryingly. The remarks about feasting were not encouraging, but if what had just transpired was not ‘making love’… then what was?

She felt the spider shift position, but with her eyes covered by the silk cocoon, she couldn’t see exactly where, but she felt that they must have been standing directly over her body… or rather, in front of it, though the spider did not seem to care much for gravity and orientation whilst on her web.

Then she heard a strange sound, like something sliding against slimy flesh, gooey and wet. The spider moaned softly, and the web around Miriam shuddered against the cocoon as if the spider was shaking.

Then she felt something touch her slit.

“What is that!?” she exclaimed in shock, instinctively squirming to get away, only shaking herself in her cocoon. By now, the paralytic effects of the venom had all but worn off, only a weakness in her body remaining. But the arousal, the aphrodisiac… that was still burning strong, as though sustained by pleasure.

However, Miriam could only focus on the… thing, touching her pussy. It was slimy, with a narrow, tapered tip that seemed to be oozing a viscous fluid, slick, gooey, but like a lubricant. She felt pulses through the tip, like a throbbing, each throb releasing another dollop of the stuff onto Miriam’s vulva.

She wasn’t certain of what it was, but she had an idea… at least on how it was going to be used.

“W-Wait, you can’t…”

“Shhh, little fly~ You will be a wonderful mate~” the spider crooned.

The tip of the phallic appendage was pressing to her entrance, but the spider took the time to tease Miriam a little, rubbing her folds up and down, prodding her clit with the tip of the organ, before finally realigning with the woman’s entrance.

Then the spider began to push the length inside.

It made them both moan as Miriam felt herself stretched, her body reacting with ecstatic shivers; the length’s taper made penetration easy, but it was a little thicker than what she was used to taking. Worse, though, was its texture; the men she’d been with gave her a good understanding on what dick felt like. The spider’s tongue, whilst terrible in its prehensile flexibility and length, was still smooth, only as rough as a human’s.

This organ though, it was a bumpy, knobbly thing, its length covered in squishy protrusions that slipped deeper easily enough but nonetheless exerted stimulating pressure against her walls and rubbed against her contours in a way that was simply pleasurable.

Miriam couldn’t contain her moans, and nor could the spider, though hers were much more subdued than the hapless human’s, doomed to sensitivity by the venom still plaguing her veins.

It didn’t take long before the organ’s tip gently nudged the entrance to Miriam’s womb, retreating a little so as to not apply much pressure to her cervix. She’d only ever had something reach quite this deep once before before, and she was feeling a little stretched in the first half of her canal, the organ widening further along its length.

“First, we must prepare you, my fly~” the spider crooned. “Make you moan, make you squirm, but most importantly, make you ready~”

Miriam wanted to ask ‘ready for what?’ but the spider began to pump the length in and out of her depths, Miriam’s moans filtering through the webbing in the space around them.

The spider’s thrusts were slow but conscientious, endeavouring to inflict as much stimulation upon Miriam as possible, without making it uncomfortable.

Miriam hated how effective it was; other than the bite, the spider had been nothing but pleasurable to her, as though making Miriam moan was the goal. It made the situation harder to hate with her lust-addled mind, nothing but stimulation coming her way.

Perhaps that submissive streak was in overdrive, she did always have a taste for when her partners took charge… never more was her ‘partner’ in charge than now, and every effort was intended to make Miriam moan.

“Guh… this feels too good…” Miriam whined. She wanted to tell the Spider to stop… but it didn’t feel honest, which only further conflicted Miriam’s mind. She should’ve hated this, but as the encounter drew on, her inability to focus on anything but the pleasure was taking its toll.

The spider started to pump the length a bit faster, an audible ‘slick’ noise sounding out, whilst Miriam’s body, still firmly cocooned, began to rock back and forth against the springy web she was attached to.

Sometimes, she felt her breasts toyed with by wayward spider limbs, teasing her with careful touches, tugging and brushing against her globes.

“Yes, that’s it… soon, my fly, you will be ready~ Mustn’t harm you when we mate~”

Miriam wasn’t sure if the spider was going to eat her after this or not, or what they even meant by ‘feasting’.

And she wasn’t sure how they could ‘mate’, they were both women… well, perhaps the spider was something more.

It still begged the question of what the spider intended to do after impregnating her… a thought Miriam was hesitant about. She wasn’t ready to be a mother, but she suspected there might be more to this ordeal than what she knew.

Thinking about the consequences was hard either way, with the pleasure she felt constantly filling her mind.

She squirmed as the pumping grew yet faster, squelching inside of her pussy whilst the spider’s breathy moans grew louder.

“Yes~ Soon~ Do you feel it, fly~? The preparations working~?”

Miriam could certainly feel the pleasure, but mustering some focus, she began to feel something else… a strange tingling around her cervix, and the stretch between that and her womb, though what it meant, she couldn’t possibly fathom.

But it was somehow adding to the pleasure, the feeling of the organ as it slowly moved back and forth between Miriam’s walls, the lumpy surface tantalising, rubbing and grabbing loosely at her folds.

She wasn’t sure how she was going to resist this… it felt good, and she wanted to go all the way now. She didn’t want to be left without release, without satisfaction, and part of her cursed herself for thinking that.

The other part was starting to resign itself to this pleasurable torment. Resistance was futile, she was helpless prey to this creature, and it knew her body so very well, for having only just met.

The motions grew faster, she could just hear it through the muffling layer of silk covering her ears, a slick sound of wet flesh against wet flesh. Her body began to shiver, and she felt more of the stuff that oozed from the organ’s tip smear across her walls, making her innards tingle pleasantly. What was it? It didn’t feel quite like aphrodisiac, despite the pleasant buzz it left behind. There was something else it was doing to her…

Miriam couldn’t rightly ponder anymore, right on the cusp of orgasm… and then crashing over it, crying out and shuddering around the invading length, juices sputtering tepidly around its stretching surfaces.

The spider hissed in delight above, the monstrous woman plucking at the webbing she clung to, if the way Miriam’s cocoon seemed to flex was any indication.

“Good, good~” she crooned. “Now you should be ready, my fly~”

Again, Miriam wasn’t sure what they meant… but she did not have to wait long to find out, feeling the organ inside of her press gently against her cervix… and slowly start to penetrate, curving just enough to align with the passage.

A shocked gasp left her, but she felt no pain. She should have, one of her partners was rather long, and he once struck her cervix with his penis, and it was not painless.

Forcing the length — slimy and tapered or otherwise — past her cervix and along the passage towards her womb should’ve been agony. If not injury-inducing.

But she didn’t feel any such pain or harm. Just a warmth from mild strain as the passage between vagina and womb was stretched. And then, she felt a mild ‘pop’ as the tip of the organ invaded her womb, floating in the small, cramped space.

“So tight~” the spider purred. There were a few satisfied murmurs of amusement and delight, before low, quiet rolling moans left her mouth.

Miriam felt a contraction course through the organ, making her groan as her walls — particularly her cervix and the indirect passage to her womb — were stretched a little bit more for that brief moment.

That contraction brought with it… something, halted against the entrance to her pussy, held within the organ. It made a bulge just slightly wider than the organ’s width, but enough to add to the stimulation, which didn’t seem wholly natural now.

There was another contraction, another groan from Miriam, and a sigh from the spider. It was enough to force the object inside of the organ past her entrance, spreading her labia that little bit more, feeling like a pop once it entered her canal.

Repeated contractions, paced and rippling, urged the object along at a placid pace. The lead contraction stayed with the bulge, pushing it towards her cervix, which was only stretched a little wider, another pop-like sensation as it was forced through that barrier. And then one last popping sensation, and the object was deposited into her womb, along with a small surge of warm, goopy liquid.

It felt unexpectedly good to Miriam, whimpering in pleasure, whilst the spider above panted with a heated lust.

“Yes… the first egg… always feels as good as the last~”

Miriam felt mild panic in her mind.

‘Eggs?!’

She couldn’t believe that this creature had just laid an egg in her… and the statement more than confirmed there would be more.

Sure enough, Miriam felt more contractions in the organ, and another bulge — another egg — pressing against her entrance.

It too was pushed towards her womb, though at a much smoother pace than before. And already, another egg was pushing past her vulva before the second had even found its way into her womb. And once it had, and the second was well on its way, a third was being squeezed into her pussy.

It felt like each major contraction bore an egg along its wave of pressure. It didn’t help that there were many minor ones generating a pleasing rippling sensation against Miriam’s walls, massaging her pussy and aiding the eggs towards their destination.

And each time one was deposited into Miriam’s womb, there was a spike in stimulation from the stretching of her cervix and the relaxation of strain once the egg had pushed all the way through, along with a spurt of fluids that warmed her innards.

To Miriam’s incredulity, she was nearing another climax, shivering in the cocoon that bound her so tightly, and fortunately, stretching when her belly began to swell, just that little bit.

Almost a dozen eggs had been implanted in her, and the final one was being forced along, as if there was a pressure behind it. The spider’s pants were almost animalistic, feral, and utterly lustful.

The egg squeezed through Miriam’s cervix, prompting a groan from both of them.

And then, when it was deposited in Miriam’s womb, there was a torrent of thick, steamy liquid. It felt like the deepest ejaculation the woman had ever experienced in her life.

And it sounded like the spider’s greatest orgasm ever, with the way she cried in ecstasy. It was her jerking and shuddering organ, flexing in climax, that pushed Miriam over the edge once more, sputtering orgasmic juices around the impaled organ as her stomach bulged slightly but noticeably. Nothing too significant, but her belly was notably rounder than it was before, visible through the cocoon, the silk stretching to accommodate and provide comfort.

Not that she could see, of course. Miriam could certainly feel it, how stuffed her gut felt, the weight and the warmth in her womb.

Then, the spider released a gentle sigh, a relaxing and calming exhalation.

The organ inside of Miriam began to soften, and then it slipped out of her pussy, the eggs contained within her womb and nestled amongst one another, with the gaps filled by that goopy liquid.

The tip slipped free of her mound, and with one final gasp from the stimulation, Miriam was finally able to calm down.

At least, as much as she could. A small part of her was filled with dread, wondering just what would happen to her now, carrying the progeny of this terrible, beautiful creature.

The spider cooed, and Miriam felt the web flex around her as the creature repositioned their bulk, shifting below the bound human, before she felt soft hands glide along her mildly swollen belly, along with the touch of lips in a gentle kiss through the silk.

“My brood… you will make a fine mate~” the spider praised with lusting affection.

It was all terribly surreal for Miriam, and as much as the warmth seemed to tantalise her body, she couldn’t shake the worry, about what fate now lay before her.

However, she couldn’t think hard on it; it was growing difficult to concentrate, the warmth spreading throughout her body, tantalising her nerves, making her feel blissful, a gentle euphoria that took her mind off her fears.

Then the spider began to creep up the web once more, brushing her body against Miriam’s, breasts grazing over the silk-clad body of the human in a sensuous act, the spider crooning luxuriously.

“Now that you bear my brood, little fly… it is time to feast~”

The spider chuckled, and Miriam felt a tongue slowly draw along her sternum, leaving a trail of moisture along the exposed skin just at the top of Miriam’s cleavage.

Then she felt lips to her own, the spider engaging in a lusting, and wholly enamoured, kiss. Miriam, in too much of a lusty fugue to think on anything else, began to kiss back, their tongues mingling and their lips meshing and smacking quietly together.

Miriam never noticed it before, but the spider’s lips and saliva tasted oddly sweet… fruity.

They engaged in a particularly deep kiss, the spider’s tongue delving into Miriam’s throat with no issue, before retreating with a gentle smack and a whispered sigh from Miriam.

“You taste sweet~” the spider crooned, giggling to herself.

“D-Don’t hurt me…” Miriam let out, a timid, tired voice, terribly enamoured but still afraid.

“Shhhh~” the spider said, pressing finger to Miriam’s lips. “I will not hurt you… I just wish… to feed~”

As she spoke, her mouth neared Miriam’s neck and her words grew softer. The human felt the spider’s pedipalps clasp around her waist, and several fingers tug at the silk along her neck, exposing the skin.

There was a lecherous lick to the site, then a gentle, prolonged kiss, plush lips melding with the contours of Miriam’s neck… and then came the bite.

Miriam shuddered and jerked, and did so some more when she felt an influx of venom. Not as much as the first time, but enough to reignite that terribly stimulating sensation, her limbs weakening once again.

A wheezing gasp left Miriam’s mouth, but then came a breath of shock as the spider began to gently tug on her neck… and siphon instead of inject. She felt radiating euphoria, gentle but pleasing, spreading from her neck. And she felt her blood slowly drained, sip by dainty sip, by the spider, lips caressing Miriam’s skin around the site of the bite.

The human began to feel dizzy. She couldn’t think properly, between the substance in her womb along with the eggs, the fresh dose of venom, and the bizarre sensation of her blood being sucked pleasantly from her.

She could feel the spider’s tongue gently dabbing to her skin between their lips, rolling and tasting, lapping up what blood trickled from the wounds, not siphoned into the hollow fangs..

Miriam began to feel light in the head. Tired, pleasured, all too short on mental fortitude. Fear still nagged at her, Miriam worried she was going to be sucked dry, left a shrivelled husk wrapped up in webbing, a terrible end to one simple mistake.

But before she felt like passing out, the spider finally let go of her, releasing her neck with a soft gasp.

“Such delectable blood~” she crooned, running her tongue over the bite area, lapping up twin rivulets of blood that began to trickle a bit more earnestly with the removal of the fangs.

But the bleeding stemmed shortly after, leaving Miriam tired, but alive, and in no immediate danger as she was embraced by the spider.

She felt hands against her head… and slowly, the silk covering her eyes was peeled back, fully exposing Miriam’s face, and letting her lay eyes on her captor for the first time since she was bound.

It was dark now, and she could barely see the spider. It didn’t help that her vision was a little blurry, anything past the face of the terrible beauty before her just a little indistinct.

Diffused light from the setting sun filled the space, but it was getting darker, and soon, there would be no light at all. Save, perhaps, that of the spider’s eyes, seemingly shining brighter now than before, making it seem as though her face were cast in a red hue.

She licked her lips and pecked Miriam on the mouth as she held the human close, rubbing her nude body against her cocooned captive, her mate, pedipalps gently groping Miriam’s rump.

“I would not hurt my mate~” the spider assured, applying another kiss to Miriam’s face, this time to one of her cheeks. “I devour simple beasts that roam too close to here. Humans, my special little flies… they receive my love, if they are worthy~”

She murmured affectionately, gently lapping at Miriam’s ears, causing her to let out a shivering breath.

“Y-You won’t hurt me?” Miriam managed, finding it hard to string words together. She felt like she was drunk.

“Never, my fly… not unless you want me to~” the spider giggled, rubbing her breasts to Miriam’s.

The spider subjected their mate to their enamoured affection for a little bit longer, before speaking again.

“You must have a name, little fly~” they inquired. “I would love to know the name of my mate~”

What remained of Miriam’s survival instincts and common sense sternly told her not to yield such information.

But she was too deep in the fugue to hear the warnings in the back of her mind.

“M-Miriam,” she slurred.

The spider giggled in delight and joy, rather happy to know the name of their mate.

“Miriam~! A lovely name~ Deserving of the reveal of my own~ It is Desendia~”

“Desendia…” Miriam repeated, somewhat without thinking about it. So she did have a name… but who named her?

Such questions couldn’t be pursued in Miriam’s current state, utterly lacking in concentration and focus.

“Yes… let it be ingrained into your memory, little fly~ You will be knowing it before you part from me~”

“Th-Thank you…” Miriam muttered groggily, in response to the remark about being let go. She could barely stay awake now, the embrace of sleep was tugging at her. Her eyelids felt terribly heavy, and there were lapses in her focus, moments where whole seconds went by and she was no more aware of herself than if deep in sleep. The world began to feel like a dream, the warmth in her gut, and perhaps a crash from the venom, mixing with everything else she had endured in the ordeal, making her exhaustion even more potent.

“You are weary, Miriam, my fly~ Let yourself go… I will be here for you when you awake… it will be a long slumber for you~”

“Y-yes…” Miriam stammered weakly. If it weren’t for part of the cocoon still wrapped over the top of her head, containing her hair, her cranium would have been lolling all over.

Then she let out a sigh, and fell into the unyielding embrace of a deep sleep, Desendia’s devious giggling chasing her into her dreams.

—

Forset crouched low where the side path through the forest suddenly ended.

It was where the tracks from the young woman led to, that much the gruff man concluded, brushing his hand lightly across the ground, feeling out the subtle depression where a boot had stepped.

He’d been asked to search for Miriam, a young woman from the village. Some of the people, namely those she worked with and her immediate relatives, believed she had gotten lost in the Tanglewood, attempting some foolhardy passage using a cloak to blend in with her surroundings — which would only make his job that much harder — and make it to the town on the other side unscathed.

It was a perilous task at the best of times, though one he was not unfamiliar with; the woodsman often ventured into the Tanglewood to gather rare ingredients and ward off some of the more feral animals that may roam too close to the village, and on rare occasions, look for someone lost. Of the latter job, he was only modestly successful.

He sighed, and stood up, piercing blue eyes, honed through years of looking through the scrub of the Tanglewood, scanning the environment. He noticed how the bushes seemed disturbed, along with the leaf litter on the ground.

It had to be the trail of his wayward charge. It was subtle though, subtle enough not to be noticed by anyone not versed in tracking, like Miriam was.

He followed closely, and slowly, making sure to keep note of his surroundings; it was easy to get lost in the Tanglewood, but he was better at picking out the unique features of any given spot in the woods that others would write off as being like the rest of the forest.

The details were subtle, but life saving.

As was his garb, thick cotton and cloth make that kept him warm and dry should it rain whilst in the midst of the trees, as well as warding off sharp sticks and the occasional animal. Heavy leather boots weren’t necessarily helpful where a lighter step may have been a better choice, but he did not want his footwear falling apart at the worst time… or letting something take a bite at his feet.

A brown cloak and hood hung over his head, more weather protection, and some mild camouflage, though nothing like what Miriam had, having seen it for himself when telling the woman not to try leaving the road through the Tanglewood himself a few days earlier.

“Foolish lass,” he muttered, shifting his leather and hide pack, filled with water canteens and food and other supplies, into a more comfortable position.

He followed the tracks, and then paused, crouching down to examine them, scratching the thin layer of stubble across his face. He murmured, and then kept going, until he found the other half of the path, with the tracks of his quarry bringing him some relief; if she’d gotten lost off the route entirely, his job would be all the more difficult.

He kept going, and noticed then the spider webs that slowly started to infest the spaces off the path.

He frowned, and pulled a woodcutter’s axe from a holster on on his right hip. He’d heard legends of a terrible creature, an amalgamation of spider and man, though the names eluded him. One started with an ‘Ah’ sound and the other began with a ‘D’, but it’d been so long since he’d listened to those tales.

Just that they were said to wrap their victims up in silk and feast on their blood.

Given some of the things he’d seen in the Tanglewood though, ‘legends’ weren’t necessarily tall tales to tell to frightened children or embellish at the tavern.

He kept following the path, however, noting that few, if any, threads crossed it. Which somehow made him more suspicious, though it was possible bandits used this route and kept only the path clear.

Though bandits venturing this deep into the Tanglewood… most preferred to hide behind the trees on the road’s edge. That was safer than crossing through the forest itself.

He spotted a clearing ahead, with an old campfire and some clay pots, a large boulder and bedding made out of animal hide. Some sort of campsite.

He became suspicious of bandits, but again, they were as afraid of the Tanglewood as the locals… so who would create a campsite here.

He stepped out into the clearing, careful and alert. He saw nothing immediately threatening, but entire woods around the clearing was festooned with spider webbing.

Then he heard a groan.

With an initial pause, and a slow movement of his head, he looked up.

There, stuck to a massive web just above the boulder, was the cocooned form of Miriam, unconscious, naked within her confines — her face, breasts and crotch conspicuously exposed — with a slightly swollen belly.

He couldn’t find the words, Forset was stunned.

“The legends couldn’t be true, could they?” he muttered eventually. Though he did ponder the possibility that maybe it was just a regular giant spider at play.

So why the nudity?

He spied the dome of silk that covered the clearing, above the web that Miriam’s cocoon was stuck to, the girl nearly vertical in her bonds.

“Miriam, is that you?” he called out, knowing it was unwise to bring attention to himself, but he needed to make sure she was alright.

She stirred, but did not wake. That was still a relief. It meant she was still alive.

“Don’t worry, I’ll look for a way to get you down,” he added quietly to himself, looking for a place to scale the boulder, or strands that he could cut to weaken the web and slowly lower Miriam down through her weight.

But his search was cut short when devious laughter echoed throughout the space.

“My, only the next day, and another tasty morsel has come to me~” purred the voice. “Shall I have another delightful feast~?”

Forset grit his teeth and raised his axe aggressively.

“I will be leaving with the girl, and you will not be at all if you try and stop me,” he warned, though inwardly he was terrified.

He’d fought feral animals before, even rabid ones, but only on one hand could he count the times he’d engaged with more monstrous creatures.

And if this one was anything like the legends described, then he wasn’t too confident in his chances of success in a straight fight.

“You shall do no such thing~” the voice said in an almost musical manner, seemingly amused by his threats. “Miriam is my little fly, and you, little stinger, will be joining her~”

Forset wasn’t able to ponder what the voice meant before he found the hand holding the axe suddenly wrapped up in silk, as though flung from afar.

He shouted, and tried to resist, but a tug from the line of webbing pulled him off his feet, which dropped him to his knees.

Then he saw the looming shape of the creature, the spidery being with the upper torso of a beautiful but inhuman woman rising from where its head should’ve been.

It dropped to the ground, approaching him rapidly, fangs bared in a devious smile.

“Get back!” Forset warned, waving his free hand wildly in front of him whilst trying to get to his feet.

That’s when he noticed the strands of silk, bundled together like a cord, in one of the hands of the creature. He only got a moment to realise before she tugged on the rope of webbing, and he was thrown off balance again.

She used this opportunity to rush in, embracing him aggressively. He tried to fight her off, but his resistance was short lived. Within moments he felt their fangs sink into his flesh at his neck, a gasp bursting from his mouth.

Almost immediately, he lost all control of his limbs, his body starting to spasm out of control. But the pain was short lived… the arousal that followed dogged him for some time to come, the inexplicable sensation tantalising his skin and making his nerves tingle with sensitivity. He couldn’t understand it, and to his dismay, felt his own penis start to erect in his pants.

He was soon a twitching, spasming mess of arousal in the arms of the spider, who let go of his neck with a wicked sigh.

“Mmm, it’s fun when I get to be quick~” they purred, the monstrous woman licking her lips as she held onto her hapless prey.

Forset tried to make a retort, curse her in return, but he was suddenly swept beneath her.

“But it makes wrapping a morsel like you up so much trickier, when my venom makes them writhe~”

She made an annoyed ‘tsk-tsk’ sound.

“It just means I have to work a bit harder, little stinger~”

He was about to curse her properly, fighting through the paralytic that made his limbs and his body spasm like he was having a fit, but he yelped when she began to strip him of his garb; first his cloak, then his shirt, then his pants and undergarments, and his boots with him. Even counting his fitting body, she was terribly precise at her task. Then, she stuck a strand of silk to one of his wrists, and then the other, binding them across his chest with precise motions, locking his arms down with several more constricting threads around his upper arms, keeping them and his elbows held to his sides, even as they tried to jerk every which way.

Next came his ankles, then his knees, and soon, his problematic limbs were constrained, leaving him like a writhing worm.

That’s when she began her process in earnest, slowly turning him around, his world spinning as she began to wrap him up in silk, working carefully around his still bucking body. Her legs moved with an almost mesmerising precision, plucking strands of silk and tugging on his body where needed. Before long, he was encased in a cocoon like Miriam, still squirming, still fighting involuntarily thanks to that terrible venom. Worse, she silenced him with a web gag wrapped over his mouth meaning anything he said would’ve been muffled and garbled.

If he knew her name, and had the capacity to speak properly, he would’ve cursed it thoroughly.

That wasn’t the end of it, of course. That’d be too easy for Forset. He was then hoisted into the air, the spider using even more strands of silk to haul him up to the webbing above, before she placed his cocoon against a web opposite of Miriam, facing the still unconscious woman.

He was still squirming involuntarily, making the web around him shiver, and the spider giggle.

“The stinger is cute when he squirms~”

He shot her a cutting look, vitriolic and hateful.

She seemed to find his angry defiance amusing, scuttling across the webbing towards him, barely making the web ripple as she approached, until she had her torso held in front of him, reaching up to cup his cheek in one of her hands.

“You will be in bliss before long~” she crooned, leaning in close to run an inhumanly long tongue up his face, making him flinch and recoil as best he could, eyes grimacing, though the rest of his body still fought out of control.

The spider giggled, before they turned away towards Miriam, and scuttled over to their other bound captive.

They caressed the side of Miriam’s face, rubbing their thumb over her lips. Then, they leaned in to steal a kiss from her.

Miriam seemed to stir in response, and slowly her eyes opened, the girl looking groggy.

She first laid eyes on Forset, a good distance between them, but it took her a moment before she realised she was actually seeing him.

“F-Forset?” she muttered, noticing that he’d been caught just as she had.

He tried to say ‘Yes, it’s me, I came to find you!’ but it was muffled by the web stuck over his mouth. And in her state, there was a chance Miriam would’ve missed it anyways.

The spider giggled, and brushed her torso against Miriam’s.

“My fly, my mate… shall we not give the little stinger a show~?”

Miriam looked a little confused at first, but was prompted to moan when the spider grabbed one of her breasts, gently squeezing the globe, fondling and massaging it, rubbing a thumb across the erect nipple.

Forset glowered at this, but he couldn’t help but watch the display, cursing the venom that still coursed through him, keeping him erect, enhancing his arousal, and making him twitch every now and then, the frequency of his spasms growing further apart.

Forset noticed that Miriam’s breasts seemed just slightly larger than usual. Like they were minutely swollen.

Then a bead of milk formed on the tip of her nipple.

The spider let out a lusting sigh as they sighted the white droplet, whilst Miriam’s eyes widened.

“M-milk?” she stammered incredulously, still a little groggy. “Desendia… how–”

“Shhh, little Miriam~” the spider crooned, running their tongue up along her cheek, causing her to flinch. “It is one of my gifts… enjoy it~ As I will~”

The spider — Desendia, it seemed — lowered herself until her head was level with Miriam’s breasts.

It was admittedly impressive how smoothly such a large creature moved, their spider half much larger than a horse. They plucked their pointed legs from the webbing and set them back down with delicate precision, yet they did not move with aching slowness. Fluid, thoughtless, they moved with only minor consideration.

A moan brought Forset out of his contemplation, Miriam letting out gasps of stimulation as Desendia began to lick the human’s nipple with slow, teasing movements with their tongue.

The spider was enjoying herself, lapping up each bead of milk her massaging hands squeezed from Miriam’s teat.

She circled her tongue around Miriam’s areola, flicked the nub with the tip of her tongue, and shifted away slightly just to lick and kiss the rest of the woman’s globe, lusting over every inch of the bound woman.

Finally, they moved to wrap their lips around Miriam’s areola, suckling on her breast directly, one hand providing a gentle massage to that globe, the other shifting to fondle Miriam’s other breast.

The girl moaned in pleasure, the feeling of being fed on by this creature tantalising to her somehow.

And much to Forset’s own disappointment in himself, he was taken by the erotic sight; he was being forced to witness this violation, whilst an aphrodisiac coursed through his system, and it was arousing him further.

Yet Miriam, somehow, seemed largely unbothered, save for her own arousal.

“D-Desendia…” she uttered, her voice shallow and breathy. The spider laughed against the woman’s mound, making Miriam let out another sigh of stimulation.

Forset could hear the spider’s gulps from where he was, voraciously drinking down Miriam’s milk with insatiable thirst.

Finally, the spider popped free of Miriam’s teat with a soft gasp, a parting flick against the woman’s nipple making her whine, whilst Desendia giggled deviously to herself.

“Delicious…~” she praised, bringing the hand that had been groping Miriam’s other breast to their lips, running their lips and tongue across their fingers and knuckles, lapping up what milk leaked onto her digits.

Desendia sighed again, and then moved up Miriam’s body once more, giving the woman a peck on the cheek.

“The other I shall save for later~” they crooned, before turning away from their mate and making their way over to the intermittently twitching Forset. “You, I shall enjoy now~”

Forset growled, but he was immediately subdued when Desendia wrapped her fingers around his bobbing girth, all too happy to receive attention after being plagued with venom-induced arousal.

A sigh filtered through the web over his mouth, the spider bringing both hands to task, one stroking his mask, the other cupping his testicles and fondling them with slow rubbing motions, gently squeezing them and sliding her palm along the bottoms and sides of his jewels.

She began to rotate herself, changing the grip of her hands to match her orientation until she was vertical in relation to him, her spidery body clinging to the webbing above, her hair hanging down and her breasts sagging just a little.

She crooned, the position bothering her none, her hands dancing across his cock and balls with tantalising grace, fleeting touches or careful squeezes, and smooth palms only making her expertise all the more effective.

Forset moaned, pleasure getting to him as precum began to bead from his tip, dribbling arousal onto Desendia’s hand. She smeared it across his length, like she was lubricating him for something to come. He could only endure, his limbs and arms perfectly bound in his cocoon, unable to escape the attention of the lusty spider.

“You have a nice size~” she praised. And as much as he tried to suppress the feeling, Forset couldn’t help feeling a little proud and flattered.

She gripped his length, twisting the hand around so her thumb could press to his glans, Desendia making slow, firm circles with the pad of the digit, grinding her thumptip against the opening at the tip of his cock, teasing the edges of his sensitive corona, and making short, firm pumps, slow but tight in their motions.

He gasped, let out curses through the silk over his mouth, his eyes drawn to her upside down body held before him. He spied her crotch, where humanoid torso met spidery body, and noted a vulva just above the start of the carapace, right where one should’ve been on a normal human. Perhaps a bit more ‘forward’, owing to the lack of thighs and legs, but visible all the same, and utterly soaked with arousal.

This creature, this spider woman… she was brimming with lust, and now Forset had to endure it, her masterful handwork drawing him closer to a climax. At least, it was, until she started to ease her efforts to let him calm down, forcing a frustrated groan from his mouth.

He hated what she was doing to him, but being denied release after being brought so close… it was maddening, and somehow worse than being forced to ejaculate by this spider.

He tried to ignore that part of her at least, but she made it hard, the pedipalps around her waist gently prodding at the sides of his head, rubbing through the silk that wrapped his cranium.

Then he felt her lips to his tip, and a short sigh issued from his mouth beneath the webbing.

Desendia’s lips were plush, moist, and flexible, easily wrapping around his helmet as she applied a slow, thorough kiss to his tip, tongue gently waggling at the opening, lapping up what precum leaked.

It was a devious sensation, one that wracked his body with stimulation. He’d only ever had oral sex once before, long ago. And already, before she’d even put it in her mouth, Desendia was proving a far more skilled artist. He groaned, toes involuntarily flexing in the cocoon, the occasional twitch threatening to buck his hips forward, and thus his cock deeper into her mouth, but she held him down. She wanted to take him at her pace.

She let go of his tip, and planted soft, squelching kisses along the length of his penis on one side, following up with the same treatment on the other, a succession of her lips slowly drawing together in a lusty smooch.

She applied lighter pecks at his frenulum, tongue dabbing at part of the bridge of skin connecting to the top back of his glans.

Desendia’s next stop on her campaign of teasing was his balls; first came the kisses, then the slow, broad licks. Then she suckled on his scrotum, tasting the sack that contained his balls, before finally taking the orbs themselves into her mouth to suck like hard candies, tongue juggling the jewels about in her mouth, making her cheeks close in around both, the spider more than capable of taking both testicles at once, tugging gently on them, sucking hard, glazing them with her saliva, her tongue brushing across their round surfaces relentlessly.

Forset cursed repeatedly, grimacing from the stimulation; it felt far too good, way too good. Unable to fight back, he was only able to endure the stimulation he felt from this creature, which made resisting the pleasure next to impossible. She was free to do what she wanted with him… and that appeared to be making him moan.

It was one thing to be used for pleasure, like a toy… but to be toyed with, to be the one pleasured for the delight and lust of your captor? That was something else.

She let go of his balls with a wet pop, a gentle gasp following, that in turn followed by a devious chuckle.

“They feel so full~” Desendia remarked, licking her lips audibly. “I must have a proper taste~”

She once more descended upon his cock, though this time she did not linger on his glans, taking him halfway. And then all the way, not once gagging. He could feel his length buried in her throat, the walls of her gullet rippling against his sensitive glans when she began to moan and murmur — perhaps deliberately for that very effect — whilst her tongue lapped at his root, sometimes pushing past her upper lip to lap at his jewels.

He’d never been this deep inside a woman’s mouth before. The one time only ever had him taken halfway, with effort.

Desendia had no such issues.

After indulging in his length being buried in her throat, she pulled back, but immediately took him all the way again, one hand holding onto his cocoon for leverage, whilst the other fondled his balls, keeping them thoroughly stimulated.

She settled into a rhythm, showcasing her masterful skill, taking him repeatedly into her throat, glans tantalised by her thrumming gullet, lips sliding luxuriously against his meat, whilst her tongue continued to lick up and down either side of his girth.

He felt the climax drawing near once more, but she paced herself, slowing down to keep the build-up going at the pace she wanted, intent on making him orgasm when she wanted.

Then she retreated from his dick… save for her tongue.

As her lips slid away from his member, her tongue coiled like a serpent around his mast, far enough to wrap the tip beneath his balls like a cradle.

It was an unexpected shock for the man, and another when her tongue began to stroke and pump in a myriad of ways, sometimes contracting the coils towards the root or the tip, other times twisting it about with a spiralling sensation.

A loud, incredulous exclamation forced its way through his silken mask, Forset hardly expecting such a bizarre sensation, even after all he had thus far experienced.

It was maddening hell, to feel that slimy muscle gliding along his length, tormenting his jewels whenever it stretched out towards his tip, circling the globes within their protective sack.

He was on the verge of climax now, and Desendia knew it, chuckling around her unfurled tongue. And just before he blew, she took his length to the hilt inside her mouth, delighted chuckles making the walls of her gullet thrum and ripple around his helpless cock. Her tongue constantly retreated and recoiled around his length as she bobbed her head, taking the opportunities where his length was deep in her throat to utterly imprison his balls.

Eventually, it was too much, and with a strained groan of pleasure, and meek twitching of his hips, he came. She responded by pushing her lips to his crotch as firmly as possible, tongue relentlessly stroking his manhood and stimulating his balls with a juggling massage, compounding his climax. And her lips suckled hard, the spider imparting a terrible suction on his penis to ensure nothing was spilled.

It all led to a lengthy, prolonged ejaculation, pouring rope after rope down Desendia’s throat, like he was feeding her. The way she reacted, it may have well been something like that to her.

He eventually gave out, his ejaculation slowing to a dribble, and then stopping entirely, though no residue was left thanks to Desendia’s merciless tongue, which continued to lick his cock, the post-orgasmic sensitivity making the efforts almost painful before she finally let him go.

She sighed luxuriously, Forset himself trying to regain composure of his breathing.

He’d never experienced an orgasm like that in his life. He wasn’t too active, but even if he was… he didn’t think anything would come close regardless.

The spider chuckled, and slowly shifted until she was clinging to the web just beside him. She crooned, and cupped his cheek.

“The little stinger is nice and virile~ Soon you’ll be ready for my love~”

She giggled, and licked his ear, making him flinch.

If that didn’t count as ‘her love’, he wasn’t sure what to expect. Only that if she planned to go again, it would’ve been rough on him.

But he hadn’t gone soft. His cock was as hard as ever, refusing to go down even after climax. That damned venom had him in the pits of arousal, and after that experience… his own lust was starting to override common sense.

It felt far too good for his own well-being.

Desendia hummed musically to herself, a terribly sweet sound for one so treacherous.

“A few moments… and then I shall have another brood~”

Forset had no idea what she meant by that… until she positioned herself, and let her pedipalps brush against his hips, shifting hers until her pussy lips ‘kissed’ his glans. Then he realised what she meant, what she intended to do.

He gave her a shocked look, and then released a muffled protest, trying to squirm away, but it was hopeless.

He didn’t want to sire anything with this monster… but also, he feared if he was made to endure her lovemaking, he’d be hopelessly overwhelmed with lust and desire for her. Everything about her thus far had proven unnaturally stimulating… why would sex be any different?

She teased him, as was her way, gently rubbing her vulva to his helmet, whilst brushing her bust against his chest through the silk.

She fixed him an eager look, licking her lips as she gyrated her upper body. Her pedipalps tapped his hips, gently caressing and brushing the sides of his body, though every now and then, they reached a bit further to squeeze his glutes, a portent of what he suspected she’d use them for.

She sighed and breathed out lustily, her breath a sweet aroma all its own. She leaned in to kiss at his neck, making him flinch out of reflex, fearing another impending bite. One had reduced him a spasming, lusting mess of arousal, he didn’t think he could handle another.

But with the existing venom still potently coursing through his veins — imparting arousal and sensitivity, if not the erratic twitches that had slowly diminished — the teasing she was inflicting on him was torturous. She pulled her hips forward, but did not take him inside her, only sandwiching his member between his gut and her crotch, her labia splaying to either side of his girth in a loose, terribly wet grip, that made the subsequent up and down grinding an dismayingly good sensation.

She continued to sigh out, pecking his neck and face with kisses, and following up with obscene licks, like she was tasting him. He grunted in disgust, or so he wanted to feel. Unfortunately, her licks seemed welcome by his envenomed body, so terribly erotic and salacious.

She was holding him closer now, her breasts squashing against his chest; even through the silk, he could feel their suppleness, the pliant flesh and the delightful pressure they exerted. And of course, he could feel her nipples poking through the threads, slowly grinding across the silk. It only made him want to feel them directly. As little as the cocoon seemed to filter when it came to touch, it still denied him certain sensations, and it upset him how much he was missing… and how he felt such a way.

Did he really want to resign himself to Desendia that much? The temptation to was only getting stronger…

She nibbled and suckled on his neck, the bridge of his nose of all places, his ears, and against his lips, still covered by the silk, a crude kiss that threatened to enamour him more. Her teasing was starting to drive him crazy, unable to touch her whilst bound, but forced to feel the sensuous caress of her body as she practically embraced him, somewhat diminished by the barrier between their skin.

It seemed she grew tired of it herself… for she pulled her hips back, and planted her vulva firmly on his glans, rubbing it slowly, whilst grasping the sides of his head in her hands, forcing him to look into her eyes.

“I want you, little stinger~ she said with a breathy voice, dangerously seductive. “I will make love to you~ I will make you my mate~”

He wanted to protest, but it would have been nothing more than muffled grumbling, animated perhaps, but ultimately indecipherable.

That, and the way the moisture from her pussy wet his tip, the gentle grip her splayed labia had on his glans, like a fleeting kiss… it made him want to see this through. He’d experienced one orgasm already, but now he was worked up for another, and he was not going to be denied, even if he wasn’t in a position to stop her or make her.

He couldn’t lie to himself. He wanted this as much as he wanted to be gone from here.

She giggled, and then moaned as she began to take him inside of her. He groaned in response, clenching his eyes as he was drawn into her depths. Her pedipalps had wrapped around his glutes from behind, controlling his hips. She wasn’t just dropping onto him, she was squeezing him and pulling him into her with those appendages.

Those pedipalps were for one purpose only now; holding him in place. He couldn’t help but be perversely aroused by that fact.

Of course, her pussy was doing a good enough job of that on its own; she wasn’t too different from a human woman, but the folds were far more pronounced, and firmer, meaning they grinded against his sensitive helmet as he was pulled to the hilt. She let out a sigh once their hips met, his cock throbbing inside of her clenching sex; the ripples firm and stimulating.

“Yessss~” she hissed desirously. “You feel wonderful~”

All he could do was let out a low groan, feeling a pang of shame over being taken by this creature, worryingly overridden by how much he wanted to feel more.

Then Desendia began to loosen the grip of her pedipalps, pulling back a little and letting the web his cocoon was stuck to draw him back through elastic tension.

The retreat was worse than the penetration; those folds that had so ecstatically scraped his glans, now tugged against the underside of his corona, and squeezed around his girth with a possessive firmness, as though trying to keep him from escaping. He never did, his cock trapped behind her entrance, her labia squeezing around his slick girth.

Then, she began to pull his hips with her pedipalps once more, drawing him in to the hilt. And so the pace was set, the spider slowly humping him, Desendia moving down and up slightly, whilst tugging on his hips with her pedipalps and loosening her grip to let the web pull him back. She panted lustfully, never once letting him out of her close embrace, always rubbing her torso to his.

And Forset? His eyes rolled upwards as he let himself go. She felt incredible, even if her pace was slow. She still moved with an alluring grace, the fluidity only adding to the pleasure.

“Yes, mate with me~” she crooned, her voice breathy but never losing its lusting, slightly manic dominance. She laughed and giggled softly between her breaths and pants of pleasure — and even they did not seem to diminish her sense of control — along with other sounds — murmurs and croons — of erotic delight.

He felt a pressure building in his loins, Forset knowing that he was going to ejaculate inside of Desendia, possibly sire a brood of who knew what, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.

And it excited him.

In a twisted way, it felt nice to be so vulnerable, to have no obligations of returning the favour, to be pleasured so thoroughly.

The feeling of helplessness was, in a twisted fashion, another layer of eroticism atop of everything else.

Or rather, another ingredient in an intoxicating cocktail that mixed into a frightfully delirious experience.

She was getting faster now, enough that her forcefully tugging pedipalps made his hips slap against hers, her pants turning to loud gasps of ecstasy.

“Yes~! Let me take you~!” she exclaimed, laughing in manic joy.

Through it all, Miriam was watching, and Forset could tell, even through his own lust-addled mind, that she was enjoying the spectacle; her face was beet red, her pussy was sopping and she squirmed in her cocoon, trying to grind herself.

The poor girl looked like she was in torment, in desperate need of release, of love, and wanting it to be given to her.

Forset would’ve wondered how she could’ve ended up so eager in such a situation, if not for the fact he was falling prey to the same trap. He was close to climax, and he had no reservations anymore. This spider was too good at what she did, she knew how to pleasure humans, to make sure they could experience nothing but the ecstasy of her masterful skill, her inhuman anatomy, and her disastrous venom.

Forset was enjoying himself.

So was Desendia, but she was pacing herself, making sure he didn’t cum too soon, wanting to draw out the lovemaking for as long as she could stand before losing patience herself.

One arm wrapped around the small of his back, the other around his shoulders so she could grip the back of his head with a hand.

Then she leaned in and used her teeth to carefully rip the threads that gagged him away from his mouth.

He took a breath, but he knew it wouldn’t be fresh air; he could taste and smell the scent of sex in the air even through the mask of webbing, but now he was breathing it in directly.

Still, it felt good for his lungs to have a proper breath… though he had no chance to protest or moan or do anything with his mouth, for Desendia silenced him with a kiss, moaning hungrily, aggressively even, as her lips meshed wondrously with his. Her tongue darted into his mouth, tangling with his own and claiming victory with ease… before slithering into his throat and bulging it from within.

His eyes widened, but how he did not gag, he had no idea. Only that this was a truly alien experience, a kiss deeper and more domineering than any other.

It wasn’t long before his eyes were rolling up again, lips suckling against his, tongue probing his throat, all accompanied by her lurid humping.

The kiss ended with a gasp from the both of them, hers more erotic, his a desperate cloying for breath; a kiss like that was terribly disarming, even if it didn’t really choke him as much as he expected.

But she wasn’t done, shifting the attention of her lips to his neck, suckling, kissing, licking with a fervour that he hadn’t seen before when she was teasing him.

His skin was soon thoroughly soaked by her oral attention, her licks in particular making him shiver. It was such an obscene, erotic thing, to be licked, especially by her long tongue. He found he couldn’t get enough.

He wasn’t expecting her bite, however.

At first, it hurt, and he cried out to reflect that. But then, he felt the venom. Not as much as the first time, but enough to make him spasm lightly, and eliminate the pain he felt. And more, it refreshed the existing toxins coursing through his veins, making his arousal even stronger, the aphrodisiacs strengthened.

His cry of pain was followed by a low, lingering moan of pleasure like no other he’d released yet.

But another dosage of her terrible venom wasn’t her entire goal… the blood she began to slowly sip from him was.

She gently tugged on his neck, though the seal of her lips never failed, and her tongue relentlessly roiled against his skin, lapping up any drop of blood that wasn’t drawn up through her fangs.

Desendia was still riding him, still grinding her body to his, and twisting it left and right in an erotic dance. And this all compounded the experience of her blood drinking, the bite somehow pleasant to him.

He moaned softly, but a small part of him was afraid she’d drink him dry. It’s how spiders fed, after all, drinking their prey and leaving cocooned husks behind.

Was that to be his fate?

He couldn’t think hard on it, his mind too hazy from the euphoria to focus on anything but the pleasure… but he was soon given respite, when the spider picked up the pace, and brought him, and herself, over the edge. She bit down a little harder on his neck, making him gasp in pain and pleasure simultaneously, a shuddering breath following that as he began to jerk his hips with each shot of semen released into her spasming depths. Her body shuddered in ecstasy, juices sputtering against his crotch, practically drowning it in her fluids.

She finally let go of his neck, releasing a blissful, jubilant moan into the air, before finally calming down when his ejaculation ceased.

Forset panted, as did Desendia, though she was not nearly as exerted, despite being the one doing all the work.

She leaned in close to lap up the blood trickling from the wounds, before the bleeding ceased. She sighed luxuriously, and then looked him in his eyes.

“I feel your seed inside of me, Forset~” she purred, pecking him on the lips. “Between you and little Miriam, I will have magnificent broods~”

She giggled happily, overjoyed to have mated. Forset only groaned in response, but his cock was still hard… and he had a feeling this encounter wasn’t over yet.

Desendia confirmed that suspicion for him with a poke to his nose, before the spider scuttled away between him and Miriam, fashioning a sling of sorts from webbing, hanging it down before Miriam.

“W-What are you doing?” she asked, puzzled as to Desendia’s intent.

“You shall see~” the spider remarked deviously. Once the sling was complete, Desendia scuttled back over to Forset, trying to gain control of his arousal, the fresh dose of venom too much for him.

Then, she plucked him from the web, carrying his cocooned form over carefully to the sling, and sticking him to it until he was hanging before Miriam, hardly any space between them… his glans perilously close to her crotch, overshadowed by her partly engorged belly.

Both humans realised what Desendia likely had planned, and they were rather shocked.

“Y-You can’t be serious,” Forset remarked. “I don’t even know her that well!”

“We’re j-just acquaintances,” Miriam insisted. “We’re not like that.”

“Mmm, but I know how much you loved watching each other~” Desendia stated with a devious knowing. “I saw your eyes, my mates~ Drawn to one another… lust wells up in your hearts, and deep inside, you wonder if it would be so bad, to explore one another~ Especially without mates of your own~”

Forset blinked.

“How do you know–” he began, but the spider pressed a finger delicately to his lips.

“My little stinger, I would not have taken either of you if you were already taken. That would just be cruel~”

Forset thought her sense of what was ‘cruel’ was rather skewed.

Desendia turned to Miriam, and pressed a finger to her chin, tilting the woman’s head up to look into the spider’s eyes.

“You saw the way I took him… held him close~ You heard how I moaned… you want to taste that, don’t you, my little fly~”

“I… I…” Miriam stammered, but was unable to continue the sentence, looking away with an even brighter blush on her face and a sheepish expression.

“Miriam… you’re not…” Forset began.

She reluctantly met his gaze, a nervous smile on her face.

“W-Well… you are pretty handsome… and you came to rescue me, and you made Desendia moan really nicely. I… kinda want to feel that too…”

Forset gave her a bewildered look.

“But we hardly know each other!” Forset insisted.

Miriam looked a little hurt.

“Don’t you… think I’m pretty?” she asked with a worried tone.

That struck Forset where his defences couldn’t resist.

‘Shit,’ he thought.

Truth was, he couldn’t take his eyes of Miriam; she was beautiful, erotic with her body cocooned but her more ‘shameful’ parts exposed.

And now that the idea had been implanted in his head, he was having difficulty forcing it out. Visions in his imagination, wanted or otherwise, showed him and her embraced, rubbing against one another, making love.

He couldn’t help it, she was practically naked before him, his cock was out and erect, prodding at her nethers, and he could see her fleeting glances down at his crotch… sometimes biting her lower lips surreptitiously.

She was contemplating the same ideas as he was, and that made his efforts to refuse that much harder.

“See~?” Desendia observed. “You feel something… you want to know what its like~ To go all the way~ Why should you not~? Sate your lust… you want to~”

Forset knew there was still venom in his system, but he also knew it didn’t falsify feelings of attraction. It amplified them, surely, but right now, he really did want to touch Miriam.

“I don’t mind, Forset,” Miriam assured. “I think… I’m enjoying this… I’ve never felt so good in my life.”

“Nor… have I,” Forset admitted, reluctantly.

To the side, Desendia giggled with a teasing tone.

He wanted to throttle that spider, but with him cocooned as he was, it would’ve just been impotent squirming… well, impotent except for the arousal it would’ve induced in Desendia.

“Remember the gift I left with Miriam~” she began, reaching over to gently cup Miriam’s other breast, the one that Desendia hadn’t suckled, stating she had something planned for it, and the milk within. “Let Miriam give it to you, Forset~ Let her milk fill you with strength… and then you will let your love mingle.”

“You cunning little bitch…” Forset whispered under his breath.

“I… don’t mind,” Miriam repeated. “Please… I want you to, actually. Won’t you take the strain off me?”

Her words were so genuine, full of desire, but much more meek an innocent than the treacherous Desendia.

Forset couldn’t deny his own feelings anymore.

He strained against his cocoon, leaning towards the milk-laden breast, before Desendia tugged on some strands of silk, and lowered his cocoon, shifting it forward a little… putting him right where he needed to be, mouth brushing against Miriam’s breast.

She gasped softly. Up close, he could really appreciate her beauty; not a supernatural allure like Desendia possessed, but a natural prettiness that made her the eye of a few suitors.

She smelled nice, too. He couldn’t quite place the aroma, but it reminded him of homely comforts.

Forset opened his mouth, and gently probed her nipple with his tongue. He could taste an odd sweetness. He’d never had breastmilk before, not from a human. This would prove new and exciting.

He watched her reactions, making sure he didn’t do anything that upset her, but her sweet gasps served only to encourage him.

He circled his tongue’s tip around her peach pink disc a few times, before leaning in to clasp his lips around her nub. A gentle moan issued from her mouth as he began to suckle. It wasn’t long before milk began to flow, a runny but sweet liquid that Forset drank down greedily, no longer caring about his inhibitions. If he was to be imprisoned by this creature, and his fellow captive was of the same mind… he may as well enjoy himself.

He swirled her tongue around her milky areola, flicking the teat gently a few times, and gently tugged as best he could. He had no real leverage over her, his hands still firmly bound within his cocoon. But he was managing, and the slew of soft moans from Miriam’s lips only encouraged him.

He wasn’t too soft himself, but he wasn’t rough either, neither wishing to be tentative, nor wishing to hurt her.

“Ahhh… Forset… keep going…” she urged.

It was all the encouragement he needed.

He suckled harder and longer, each gulp tugging on her nipple, whilst his tongue did as much as it could to stimulate her. And he was succeeding, Miriam’s moans growing more heated, until the flow of milk from her nipple ceased.

He lingered for a little while, before letting go with a gentle smack of his lips.

He looked up at her, as though awaiting appraisal for his performance.

“That felt… nice, Forset,” she said, offering him a smile.

He returned a sheepish one.

“Thanks,” he answered. However, his cock throbbed with need, and he knew that it wouldn’t be satisfied just with a belly full of milk.

He wanted to give Miriam a belly full of cum.

It seemed Desendia sensed this, and slowly hoisted the man upwards, brushing his body against Miriam’s until they were level with each other, Forset only slightly taller than Miriam.

He felt his cock bump against her vulva, the moisture and heat of her pussy irresistible. He thrust his hips as best he could, but that only managed to grind his glans between her folds.

Then he felt Desendia move to his side, tugging on some strands of silk to shift his body, as well as gripping his rump in one hand, helping align his tip with Miriam’s pussy.

She made him grind against Miriam’s slit a little bit more, prompting a grunt from him, and a soft moan from her, whilst the spider giggled.

Then, Forset felt himself slowly pushing inside of Miriam’s depths, feeling the soaked walls grip him with surprising tightness.

“Ah… Forset…” she gasped.

“Yes, yes, do not hold back~ I may move you, but you lust for each other… share it~” Desendia purred, as though the act of making Forset and Miriam fuck each other was one of her most arousing desires.

Once he was far enough inside, Desendia let go of Forset’s rump, and scuttled away… but she did not leave them, only moving to the other side of the web Miriam was stuck to, pressing their humanoid torso to Miriam’s back.

The younger woman moaned softly, and whined when Desendia nibbled on the top arch of one of the woman’s ears, the spider letting their long tongue unfurl across the outer surfaces of Miriam’s ear.

She gripped Miriam’s hips with her pedipalps, whilst reaching through the web and past Miriam to grab at Forset’s waist. Between that, and her manipulating threads, she was now free to move Forset how she pleased, and so she did, pulling the helpless man to the hilt inside of Miriam, the two moaning in pleasure, their faces just a hairsbreadth away from one another.

Then Forset felt himself pulled out, and then back him, until he was engaged in a pleasurable pace.

He knew he should’ve felt humiliated, ashamed, abused… but he didn’t. He didn’t care either, not with Miriam’s face moaning right in front of his, from his cock, if not his movements.

It felt good, in a perverse, twisted way, that only served to excite him even more.

He didn’t expect Miriam to kiss him, however, pushing her head forward to clasp her lips with his. He didn’t mind, however, getting over his initial shock and returning the favour, meshing with her lips and sending his tongue to meet hers, the two joining together to meet in the middle. They mingled, swirled and danced about, tasting one another.

Desendia decided to help make their kiss a bit easier, letting one hand from below drift up to crudely wrap around their heads, letting them maintain the kiss without Forset’s constant hip motions breaking it.

He could feel a pressure in his loins starting to build, and he was a little hesitant; releasing his seed inside of her, that could’ve had consequences neither of them wanted. But at the same time, he wondered if it was even possible to get Miriam pregnant. He felt her swollen belly gently squish against his gut, and he felt objects inside of her, just barely. He was certain they were in her womb… perhaps that ‘brood’ Desendia had spoken of.