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The sharp hiss of a curse fills the dark room as I trip over yet another step carved into the smooth cavern floor. I stumble for a moment before finding my footing, clutching my free hand around a strand of nearby webbing as I catch my breath and shake off my stubbed toe. From around the corner I see a massive shadow surge into the sole blue light illuminating the space.
“Love? Are you alright?” a soft voice prods.
“Yes yes, I’m fine, I’ll just never get used to these damn steps you know? They all blend together in the dark.” I round the corner and flash an exasperated smile at Ariana, catching her attempt to cover her bemusement.
The large drider is sprawled out on her back across what resembles a circular oversized couch. Her eight jet black legs splay out in every direction while her drow torso is propped up against the couch’s plush backing. Her dark face is washed in the blue light of the TV, returning my smile as I crawl across the couch and nestle into the crux of her torso and fuzzy abdomen. Unscrewing the cap on the bottle I'd retrieved, I pull my attention to the underdark drama that had become her latest fixation.
“What did I miss?”
I pour myself a glass of wine as she catches me up on the woes of the latest Duergar bachelor. Listening intently, staring up at her while she patters on and toys with her long white hair, I press my lips to the glass and take a sip. The flavor hits my tongue like a bolt of electricity. Whatever it was, it Definitely wasn’t wine. The substance coats my tongue, sticking to it and filling my mouth with an intense bittersweetness. It wasn’t a horrible taste, but the shock of it forced an exclamation from my lips that caught Ariana’s attention.
“Woah? That bad? I swear it’s the bottle I usually get.” She holds it up for inspection, after a moment her eyes go wide. “Uh, Hun, this isn't what I asked you to grab.”
Really? I had no idea. I would have vocalized it but as I part my lips my head is struck by a rush of blood. A warmth spreads through my chest faster than any alcohol, radiating out down my limbs and leaving my fingers tingling. Dizzy, I can't help but lean into Ariana, pressing my suddenly warm cheek into her stomach. Instead of my planned retort a soft moan escapes me, bringing more heat to my cheeks. And just as suddenly as it swept through me, the sensation is gone.
I look up at Ariana and flash a sheepish smile “I, uh, I can tell.”
Her expression is frozen, eyes wide, cheeks consumed by a maroon blush.
“What” I swallow, trying to flush the sticky aftertaste out of my mouth “What was that?”
She turns her head away, avoiding eye contact for a few moments before speaking slowly, choosing each word.
“When uhh, when driders, breed , it isn't like most races. In the past, we had to use prey hosts for our clutches. That usually entailed restraining them and…” she struggles to find the right word “ enticing them to carry the young, with our venom.”
Ariana turns and gives a meaningful glance to the bottle between us.
“We don’t need our venom anymore so I drain it from time to time into old wine bottles. I probably shouldn't have put them back in the pantry.”
“Oh.” I consider the venom for a moment, turning over an idea in my head. “Sooo, why not use it? the sensation wasn't unpleasant” I try to sound as nonchalant as possible.
She tilts her head and gives me her ‘look’, the one she shoots whenever I've decided to do something dumb. Her eyebrow cocked and her lips set in a fine like while her eyes bore into mine.
“Love, you got the lightest of doses. Not to mention it's meant to be injected, it would last a lot longer and be much more intense. And there would be the whole issue of consent and-”
“But if I wanted to? Told you ahead of time?” I cut her off
“Well-”
“Would you like to?~ Catch and breed me?~” I flash her an evil grin
Her cheeks are clouded by another blush “that- that doesn't matter” she stammers out.
“It matters to meee~” she averts her eyes, feeling me lean in closer.
Her paws clutch repeatedly, little fuzzy pads at the end of her long legs balling up exposing the talons inside before releasing again. Adorable banners of her inner conflict.
“I- maybe- yes- but it's just- I-”
Without another word I grab the bottle from between us and take a heavy swig before splaying out across her couch. As the sickly sweet and bitter substance spreads through my systems I look up at Ariana and break out into a fit of giggles seeing her flabbergasted expression.
“Youuuu- you little shit!”
The now familiar warmth starts to bloom in my cheeks as the drider rolls to the side, gracefully turning onto all eights before surging over me, lowering her torso so her face is inches from mine.
“Fine- since you're so dead set on turning yourself into a breeding toy I guess I'll just have to show you how to do it properly!”
I squeak and try to come up with some witty retort only to feel my head start to fog over. My mind seems to drag my attention to the curve of her shoulders, the dip of her cleavage down her tank top, the way her arms tense as they dig into the pillows beside my head. I reach up to pull her closer, hands clambering for her warmth as tingles begin to spread to their tips. She meets me halfway pulling up into her arms. Fuck- I can never get over how big she is, especially now. Even her more human torso is larger than most peoples, but with her abdomen she dwarfs me. For now she was using that size to her advantage, picking me up and hauling me to her room while I tried to hold on to the fuzzy fragments of my mind.
As she sets me down in her bed I couldn't help but let out a quiet whine, the need starting to coil in my belly, my clit tenting against the pj's I had slipped into. A light chuckle escapes her lips, the sound like soft bells as her sharp nails begin to trace lines across my skin, running along my collarbone and neck. Each stroke pulling electricity through my nerves. She gives me a break and I realize I'm panting, clutching at her sheets and grinding my hips softly into her abdomen.
After a few more moments of settling my breathing, I feel the initial wave of heat fade leaving just as quick as the last drink. Ariana raises her hand to my cheek and gives me a concerned look.
“You’re sure about this? About more of that? More of everything?”
I take a deep breath and nod my head, holding her gaze the entire time.
“Alright then, well we can’t have you squirming around too much then, wouldn't want you to hurt yourself~”
Her long limbs pull me up, hooking and pulling my clothes from my frame revealing my small breasts and clit. Ariana looms above me as her abdomen curls in and I feel her paws weave her sticky silk around me in delicate arcs. The strands seem to wave and float through the air before suddenly being pulled taut. My limbs tangling in soft knots that pull me like a puppet. My hands are tugged above my head, my body following shortly as she pulls together an improvised web. I let out a squeak as my feet touch off the bed, leaving me squirming and lightly swinging through the air.
“There we go~” she purrs.
Her sharp nails move across my jawline to the back of my neck, digits tangling in my hair. She gently pulls until my head is tilted back, neck exposed, eyes straining to look down at her. Even without the venom I feel my heart rate spike as she opens her mouth, fangs bared. Her hot breath makes me shiver while her fingers grip my nape, fangs tracing over my soft skin. Seeking the perfect point to sink in . She pauses, hovering over a singular spot, my neck tensing and shifting underneath her with every bated breath.
I almost ask her if everything is alright, but as I open my mouth she bites . Teeth puncturing my skin, a bolt of pain flashing through me.
I let out a high pitched shriek and kick out, only succeeding in shaking the web like a fly. The cry melts into a whine as I feel her begin to flood my system. The catharsis of it ripping a rough moan from her throat as her fingers tighten in my hair. The venom seeps through my bloodstream, the sharp pain of her fangs quickly giving way to a numb ache. Once again the wave of heat flows over me, spreading through my limbs, pumped through my heart until it renders my fingers and toes hot and tingly. But instead of hitting that limit I'd become used to, it keeps growing. Warming to a simmer, then to a boil, a sharp aching need burning through my body increasing with every heartbeat. I arch my back, pressing as much of my feverish skin against her as I can. My mind narrowing to a point, clouding out all sane thoughts, words reduced to mewling. Pulling back to observe her work Ariana tilts her head and smirks down at me.
“Oh look at you~”
Her words are dripping adoration and false sympathy, paralleling the deep maroon droplets of blood and toxin trickling down her white teeth and soft lips.
“So needy already, you don't even have any words left!”
I gasp as she swings in close, her hand sliding up my back to pull me close as she leans into my ear.
“What do you need then?” She whispers “wanna be bred ? be filled ? Be stuffed with so many eggs you won't be able to fucking walk?” Her free hand moves to my belly, nails dragging red lines down breasts before she grinds the heel of her palm into my core.
I can hear myself begging, babbling, I can't even understand the words with the blood rushing to my head. I need her more than anything in my whole life, more than the air in my lungs or the blood in my veins, she was all I could ever want. More threads are spun, pulled out beneath me until I'm at the center of a sprawling web, Arianna’s eight legs delicately balancing her upon each strand. I feel as my arms are tugged to my sides, my legs pulled closed before I'm suddenly spun, rolled against her abdomen as layers of soft silk begin to coil me into a cocoon. She works her way up my body, paws and hands sliding over my thighs and stomach before they're hidden by her thread. I can't help but jump in her grasp, every touch against my skin is electric. But as the coils grow and tighten I can squirm less and less. Soon it's all I can do to fight the heat by whining and squeezing my hands.
Eventually she reaches my head, her hand tugging my hair up as she covers my mouth and ears. She pauses once, to stare me in the eyes, the heat in my belly reflected in her irises, her cheeks flushed and her breath heavy with lust. She gives me one last smile before I'm totally enclosed in darkness.
I pause and there's a stillness for a moment. The only sound coming from the blood rushing in my ears and my fast paced breathing warming the thin layer of silk. I can wait only for a second longer before the terrible heat fills my head again. A keening whine escaping my lips, muffled by my bondage. I try to shift, to move my hands at my sides closer to my aching clit, to grind and find some, any friction, anything to cool the burning in the pit of my stomach. It's hopeless though. My encasement reducing my struggling to arching my back and pathetically humping the air. I sob into the weave, crying out for her, unable to voice how much I need her.
• • •
It must have been mere seconds, but it seemed like a lifetime before I feel her hands on me again. Gasping in relief as she runs them down my hips, The web trembling while she repositions herself behind me. Cool air washes over my flushed skin as she cuts the thread between my thighs and the fog in my head, sharp claws carefully gliding over my legs forcing a shiver. Her more human hands dig into my hips and I feel something thick press up against my hole. Grinding against it over and over, spilling slick pre down my thighs to soak into my cocoon. I arch my hips up into hers as she slides against me. Needy and quietly begging for more.
She hardly wastes time giving me what I need, pushing against my entrance until I give in and she slides inch after inch of her length into my core. I scream into my gag, arching my whole body as I'm stretched to my limits. Every inch of my insides feels electric as she fucks into me, The venom raising my sensitivity to an untenable degree. It hurts as I'm forced to accommodate to her brutal pace, but all the same I can't get enough, could never get enough. I need her to fill me until my belly bulges with her and her eggs. I need her to be so close there isn't a millimeter closer I can squirm. She ruts into me and stars explode in the darkness behind my bindings. I can barely moan past the waves of pleasure and overwhelming fullness.
The weight of the webbing shifts and I feel her hands move up to clutch at my jaw from behind, pulling me back towards her.
“You take everything I give you so fucking well” her voice is thick, interlaced with grunts and heavy panting, muffled slightly though the silk over my ears.
Her nails dig into the webbing over my lips ripping at the material frantically until she can push through the gag into my mouth. Digits pressing down roughly on my tongue, gripping at my jaw, using it like a handle as she slams into me again and again. I hear screaming and realize somewhere through the haze that it's my own voice, still muffled around her hand. She's saying something again but it's all gone beneath the blanket of venom and pleasure and pain and webs. She slams deep into my guts, stilling against me as she shivers and shakes, my insides filling with something slick. She presses her face to my cheek and we both have a quiet moment to pant and gasp for breath.
A choked moan escapes her lips. Her hips shift again. Her length pulses inside me and suddenly I can feel it bulge at my entrance, her hips rolling against mine as she tries to grind it into me. Confused for a moment, a keening whine fills the air as realization strikes me, the sound breaking into a scream as the first of her eggs slips inside. Stretching me to my limit and rolling over my already overstimulated g-spot. Even as it pushes its way deep into my guts another egg forces itself against my gaping entrance. Above me her breaths turn to shuddering gasps as she fills her prey with egg after egg after egg. Her sharp nails dig into my neck and shoulders, all but cutting through the cocoon.
As my belly fills I writhe against her, groaning and weakly moaning as the stretch and grind pushes orgasm after dizzying orgasm through my drugged mind. It's too much to even process and I barely register when it ends, the echos and aftershocks washing over me like crashing waves as she slips her ovipositor out of my hole, thick fluids spilling over my thighs, soaking through the webs. I can't see myself but as her hand roams down to my belly I feel how distended it is under the oppressive stretch of the eggs inside me. Every gentle push of her hand, every tremble and shift in my webbing letting me feel each and every egg as they roll inside me. After a few moments the web bounces around me as Ariana gets up. Webs snap and gently I'm lowered back onto the bed, rolled face up and into her arms.
“Gosh Hun” she whispers, sounding out of breath. “You look so beautiful like this, so full, all mine .”
I try to reply, cut through the haze to respond, only succeeding in whining something unintelligible to her chuckles of amusement.
“That’s alright love, you don't need to have any words right now. You took it so, so well. Just let yourself relax now, let me take care of you.”
I do just that. Sinking into her embrace and letting her murmurs of sweet nothings and waves of pleasure lull me into the night.