✶ Red Webs
Yandere! Drider x F!reader — MDNI! TW: Fantasy setting, Drider!yandere, power imbalance, Hunting/chase, DEAD DOVE, loss of virginity, non-con/dubcon, cunnilingus, fingering, P in V, standing missionary, forced creampie, knotting, bondage, poison use
You close the buckles of your backpack and let out a big sigh of relief.
This is done. Now…
You stand back on your feet, hands on your hips. You consider your large bag, full to the brim with equipment and clothes. You raise your gaze, letting it travel the used cotton cover of your bed, until it meets your shelf with your small collection of books, unheard of in this small mountain village. You and your family are among the only people able to read and write around here. An old and lonely painting of a shepherd and his flock still hangs on its rusty nail, next to a dusty window.
Your eyes take it all in, every detail, every memory of your life here.
The thin notebooks filled with your lines of letters and numbers.
The enormous oak table for the entire family to eat together.
The large chest for the precious sheets and fabrics. The dresser for the crockery and cutlery. On the large countertop, dough is slowly rising under the sun's rays, destined to become a heavy round loaf.
You sigh, sitting down on your mattress of hay, and check your shoestrings when the door opens, letting your mother appear against the light, holding something.
"There, (Y/n), add this to your provisions." She tells you, extending her hands to you.
You grab the dish towel, opening it to reveal another large loaf and a small tomme.
"But these are your food for the next few days!" You object.
She shushes you, a hand on your shoulder.
"Hush now, in one hour you'll be far, and I won't be able to protect you anymore. If I have to feel a bit of hunger to know my big girl has her stomach full, then so be it…" She tells you with that motherly voice, trying to be strong, but with tears pressing right behind.
You smile afably at her.
"Thank you, Mom."
"It's nothing much, I'm afraid."
"It is worth all the gold in the world for me." You stand up and hug her tight.
"My girl is all grown up, now…" She says with her trembling voice, "It feels like you were born yesterday and now… Now look at you."
"Stop, Mom, you're going to make me cry." You plead, feeling your own tears right behind your eyes.
She parts from you, taking a big breath.
"Your dad must be done with your tools by now."
You grab your backpack, adding the bread and cheese, and sling it over your shoulder, exiting the cabin to meet your father. He comes out of his forge with a long dagger and a rope.
"Take this, my daughter." He hands it to you gravely.
"To cut down sausages?" You try to make him smile.
"To save your life."
Okay, no smiling today, got it.
"Thanks, papa."
You add it to your rudimentary chatelaine and look back at your two parents. Your mother is repressing a sob behind her hand, and your father gulps with difficulty, rolling his hands into fists.
"… A last hug before I depart?" You propose, opening your arms.
You three all hug, a last embrace before the Long Travel. You sniff heavily, still feeling your tears behind your eyes.
It's all right. In one year, you'll be back. Only one year. This is nothing.
"All right, I must go now if I want to reach the inn for the night."
"Yes… Yes, you should go, or you'll never leave…" Your mom agrees, but she has difficulties letting go of your hand, "Do you have your shells and lavender?"
"Yes." You nod.
Your father wipes a tear from his eye and pats your back clumsily. You grab your walking staff and take your first step toward true adulthood. You start descending the hill, turning your bust to wave at your family, still before your humble cabin, looking at you for as long as they can until you disappear from their fields of view.
You gasp out loud, the first sobs escaping your mouth, and you let your tears roll freely at last while you walk on those sinnuous mountain trails, irrevocably deepening the distance from your family and all the security and comfort they represent…
You shake your head, giving yourself a few little slaps to wake yourself up.
Don't cry. You are a grown woman now. Act like one.
And forward you go…
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You are totally and irremediably…
Lost.
This is your 9th night in this forest, and no matter how far you walk, it seems infinite. The innkeeper told you this forest was thick and immense, but you were sure you'd be out already. You sigh, wiping away the sweat from your forehead, and keep on moving.
But it is useless.
You are lost.
You must have strayed from the path days ago without noticing.
Each tree is the same as its neighbor, and that for miles and miles over. Each plant looks alike, no river is able to guide you, no spot is correct enough to stop for the night, it's cold, and the shadows are settling.
You sigh again, two months in and you've already lost your way… Your mom always told you how she did her Long Travel in record time, never straying from the path, the Great Mind guiding all her steps toward the great city of Lacoma.
You keep going, fidgeting with your necklace of shells, the preferred object of the Great Mind. Even the lost peasants of the tall Mountains of your childhood did the Long Travel to Lacoma, to meet the Great Mind, discovering the ocean for the first time… Your Mom told you so much about the Ocean, you could not wait to grow up to do your own traveling and discover it at last. You grew up around lakes and clear rivers and streams, but seas? Oceans? That you could not wait to see.
And there you are: lost and alone in the middle of a stupid forest. So far away from Lacoma and your family.
Or any Ocean.
And the worst is that growing feeling to be observed and followed. But each time you checked, you were perfectly alone. Alone in this immense forest.
Maybe the only human being for miles around…
You jump out of your skin when you hear a branch snap behind you.
It's surely just a squirrel girl, don't stop just for that! In fact, keep going! Do not slow down! Keep on going, you'll surely find a small cabin somewhere and sleep in a warm bed tonight!
Yes! Everything is alright! Why panic? The night is settling, and you're lost for now, but you'll come across someone who will offer you dinner and a mattress of hay and tell you where to go tomorrow!
Of course, haha! No need to fret!
Another branch snaps.
You gulp, freezing on the spot.
You keep your staff firmly in hand and let your free hand slide across the skirt of your dress along the thin chain of your chatelaine to unlock your dagger, gripping it tight.
"Someone there?" You ask, turning toward the sounds of the branches.
Silence.
Dead silence.
Not even night birds are singing.
You raise your dagger with a trembling hand.
"Is someone here? I won't ask again!"
Your heartbeat suffuses interminable mute seconds, your palm getting sweaty around the handle.
Suddenly, the bushes rustle around. You stand ready to strike and…!
A squirrel jumps in front of you.
You remain frozen, dumbfounded.
It looks at you before losing interest, starting to groom itself.
"A stupid squirrel…" You release your breath, "You're getting old, my girl."
Suddenly, the squirrel's ears stand alert, and it flees without any other words. You do not have time to comprehend why, a large arm circles your throat and lifts you off the ground with force, choking you in the process.
"Would you look at that? A little cutie all lost and alone." A grave voice, married to a rancid breath, blows in your ear.
A group of men appears all around you, leaving their bushes and hiding places, looking at you voraciously.
Oh… Oh dear Great Mind! What did you walk into?
"She's grown and ripe for the harvest." The rancid breath continues, a second hand coming to grope one of your breasts over your travel dress.
You panic and manage to kick him in the knee. He grunts in pain and throws you to the ground violently, cutting off your breath in the process. Immediately, one of them grabs your shoulder to force you to the ground, a blade drawn to your throat, painfully stabbing the tip in your chin.
"Don't move, slut, or it will be worse for you!" They spit horrors and curses at you, threatening you like you were just garbage on the street, "Open your legs, harlot."
Again, you are frozen on the spot, eyes bulging and voice falling mute, any sound stifled in your tight throat.
"I… I…" You gasp, at a loss for words.
You receive a prodigious slap across the cheek, dazing you and making you lose all marks.
"Stupid bitch! Just follow the orders, you damn cunt!"
They grab your legs and arms, forcing them open violently, bruising your muscles.
You… You can't even scream… Or call for help…
You are frozen and petrified by fear, with the resolute impression that you won't make it out alive of that encounter.
You choke on tears as you see the one between your legs starting to open his pants. You gasp and close your eyes.
You can't look.
You can't see!
You yelp, feeling his calloused hands pushing your skirt out of his way.
This is the end.
All of your life culminated at that horrifying moment, and you prefer not to look at any of that.
You feel a blade slicing your bodice open as you dig your nails into your palm. And…
A choked groan resonates in the silent night, and the man between your legs is yanked off of you brutally. You risk an eye open to see him getting dragged away on the ground, screaming for his life, disappearing behind the bushes.
A wet moan.
And then silence.
All came to a stop.
All the men are looking toward their lost friend in dumbfounded silence until one mutters something.
A single
Terrible
Horrifying word.
"Drider."
And suddenly, strings of a white… Substances are thrown, grabbing the men by their throats or their legs, dragging them away screeching like kittens. Some have time to stand up and grab their blade, others try to flee.
But all get caught.
"Show yourself, man-eater!" the leader shouts, both axes in his hands, standing firmly on his feet while you scurry away on all fours, "Come face to face with a real man!"
One by one, the screaming voices are silenced, leaving only a gloomy silence full of unspoken threats.
"Come on, monster! Afraid to face a real opponent?" The leader keeps bawling like a fool.
You hide behind a tree, holding your sliced bodice the best you can. You cannot refrain from a morbid look. You perk up just one eye to see the combat.
And slowly
So terribly slowly.
One leg
Then two
Then four
Then six
Then… height, go down the large trunk in front of the man.
Long grey legs.
A large nodding abdomen.
A human bust.
A human head.
A spider's body.
Tall and formidable.
Hunter among the beasts.
A Drider.
You press your hand to your mouth to not scream at the top of your lungs.
A… A drider! A drider! You must flee! You must run! Take advantage of the man to run away and put as much distance between you and that monster!
"Come here, Pussy! Come face me!" The man keeps bellowing like a maniac.
Silently.
Peacefully.
Rising tall on his monstrous legs, the drider approaches your assaulter as if it were on conquered lands.
The way it moves is simply sickening! You feel ready to throw up!
The drider approaches the man and rises his two front legs to attack. You can't watch any more of that, or you will faint. You grab and rise your skirt and sprint away.
You run and run and run and run.
You abandon your bag, your staff, and your dagger, and you flee as fast as you can.
You run. You lose your breath. You keep going. Your lungs burn like flames. You accelerate. Your feet hurt. You force them to keep running.
Putting as much distance as you can between you and all those monsters.
A single scream pierces the dark behind you, telling you the man fell.
And with him, the last bastion between you and that fleh eater.
And already, you hear like a group of men is running after you.
Yet you know it is alone.
But a multitude of feet follow rapidly behind you.
Quick.
Quicker than you.
You know the distance between you two shortens by the second. By the step. By each panicked heartbeat.
The sounds of his run get louder and louder.
So many feet.
So many steps.
So little breath you still have.
It is only a matter of seconds now. You know it deep down in your bones.
This is the moment your life has culminated for. To be devoured by a monster, away from your family, with nobody to come searching for you for a year.
Nobody will know of your death.
Your life will end in silence like a tree falling in this immense forest.
And
A large mass passes you.
It uses a large tree trunk to force its hideous, large body to spin and face you, blocking your escape.
You yelp and fall down on the ground. You spit some dirt out, raising your head to see it approaching slowly, his little front legs moving around, excited by the chase, but more excited to have cornered its prey at last.
You notice it to be a male, by the lack of breasts on his chest, and the manly jaw of his face. Yet something strangely feminine emanates from this hunter.
Something predatory and famished.
You fall back on your butt and try to crawl away, but only corner yourself against a bush of thorns. He is in front of you, menacing, ignominious, terrible.
Hungry.
"Do… Do it quickly… Please…" You beg.
Not to him.
To the Great Mind.
You do not know why the Great Mind chose this undignifying end for you, but it is as it is, and you have nowhere else to run now.
You are out of breath, your feet and your heart hurt. You cannot take another step.
This is the end.
And yet… It fails to come.
Your eyes are closed, your heart beating furiously, but death does not come. Or at least not as quickly as for the brutes earlier.
You slowly open your eyes, full of fear, and discover him so, so close to your face, observing you like a carnivore observes its future dinner.
He looks… Curious.
"Female…" He groans in common.
You keep silent, holding your bodice in place and your mouth shut.
Do not answer anything. Do not excite his predatory instincts even more.
He approaches a clawed finger to your face, pointing at you.
You bite your lips. Silence girl!
He is having none of it and grabs you by the throat, lifting you up to his face, stifling your airways. You choke and gasp for air, holding onto his wrist as he approaches your face to his.
He takes a curious sniff.
He lowers his nose to your neck and takes another one.
And starts laughing.
And laughs.
And laughs
And roars into the night.
And before you can do anything, he bites your neck hard, injecting something under your skin.
You feel your strength evading you, your eyes closing despite your will, your heartbeat slowing down.
You fight…
And lose consciousness.
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You woke up on a hard, wet surface.
You shiver in cold, coiling over yourself. You hug yourself and realise you are naked.
You open your eyes in a flash and see that you are in a cavern, naked indeed.
You gulp and sit down, propping on your elbow. By reflex, you check your neck and release a breathe of relief, feeling your necklace of shells.
What… Are you doing here? What happened befo-
You jump to your feet as the memories hit you like a carriage.
Drider!
You look closer, and in the thin rays of light piercing the darkness, you can see white silky strings hanging all around the cavern, even some discarded on the floor, sticking to your foot.
You need to flee!
You search around for your dress and locate it high above your head, hanging in the silk.
"… Fuck."
You either try to grab it and risk alerting the monster… Or run off naked.
Neither is appealing. Neither seems better than the other…
You grit your teeth and start ascending the cavern's wall. It is slippery, so you help yourself with the web, which is sticky and vibrates with each of your movements.
"Stupid… You're so stupid. Why am I even trying to …? Fuck!" You accelerate with despair's help.
You grab the hem of your skirt and pull on it with all that you have. It resists. You pull harder.
It lets go, taking you with it. You hit the ground with a 'Oof', feeling a sharp pain in your ribcage. You are dazed and lost for a second, but shake yourself out of it. You force yourself to stand up and run toward the light.
With chance, this is the sun shining; with bad luck, those are lanterns or luminescent mushrooms guiding you deeper in the monster's den.
But no.
It is the Sun.
You let out a laugh of disbelief, and you accelerate.
The sun! The outside!
Freedom! Survival!
You're saved! You're-
"Where are you going, female?" A deep, voluptuous voice asks right above your head.
You look up and let out the most horrifying scream you have ever heard from yourself.
Right above your head, the drider is following you, head upside down, advancing with his web, following you with ease.
He passes you and drops down, blocking your way. Again!
"I asked you a question, female."
"I… I have a name, monster!" You do not know where the courage to face him comes from, but you'll use it if it allows you to flee.
In a stroke of madness, you catch a glimpse of his face in a ray of light, allowing you to distinguish his features better.
He… He is beautiful.
He must have been a handsome Drow in the past… He was a Drow in the past, correct? This is how all Driders are born, yes? You don't know.
"How funny. So do I. Answer."
"I'm…! I'm…" You lose all your bravado as he slowly approaches, dominating you totally with his height, "I…"
"Leave that garment. You won't need it."
As a reflex, you press your dress to your chest, trying to soothe yourself in front of the prospects offered to you.
Annoyed, he snatches the fabric of your hands with ease, almost tearing it apart inadvertently. You yelp, completely overpowered. You hug yourself once more.
"Do not hide my swag from me, female."
You take a step back.
He follows.
You take another one.
He gets even closer.
"What… What are you going to do to me…?"
Why even ask? It will be horrible and painful, evidently.
"What Nature urges me to do."
… So he'll just eat you like that? He kept you for a late-night snack, and now he is going to nibble you to death?
"If you have any decency, monster, at least slit my throat before taking your first bite… Please."
He stops, frowning.
"Why would I slit your throat, female? I need you alive."
…
Oh!
Oh no…
You spin on your heels and sprint away toward the darkness.
No!
No no no no no!
You feel a sticky substance coiling around your wrist and ankle, and pulling you backward, toward him. You scream, you struggle, and yet, he pulls you toward him effortlessly, no matter the energy you put in.
And soon, you feel his clawed hands wrap around your wrist and waist.
"Easy."
"Let go of me! Please! I beg! Plea-"
"Beg me when you'll feel about to faint. I have urgent matters to handle, female, and you'll help me."
"No! No no no no!"
And he lifts you up from the ground, climbing his web with his spider legs, using both drow arms to keep you prisoner. Your legs kick in the void, and you struggle in his grip, trying to get him to drop you.
"Easy. You will break your neck at that height." He simply says with his suave voice.
"Good! I'd rather die!"
"I will grant you this wish, then. But later. For now, I need your female body for my urges. Easy now. I do not want to hurt you… Too much."
"Let go of me! Please! Help! Heeeeeeeelp!"
He keeps going, deaf to your begging. He settles for a spot high up in the cavern, deadly if you came to really fall, and he starts to tie your wrists to his web with more silk. He pulls it out by the end of his bobbing abdomen with his hands.
You're going to throw up.
Or pass out.
Or both at the same time!
You pull on your wrists to get them to move and free yourself, but they are solidly stuck and tied to the main web of the cavern. You try hard, feeling your arm muscle scream in pain, but nothing does it.
You're stuck.
At his entire mercy.
He grabs your legs and ties you up at your knees, raising them up, forcing your thighs wide open, and exposing your most private parts to his hungry eyes.
You start sobbing.
He takes a step back to observe you, helpless and desperate, and he nods to himself.
And… He starts… Swaying?
You breathe through your nose as you dangle above the ground, as he sways left and right, up and down, his abdomen shaking with a rhythm only he can hear.
His legs rise or curl up before straightening and hitting the web as he exhibits his colorful… Fur? Patterns?
He dances with his bust and arms, with his legs and abdomen.
It is delicate.
It is absolutely grotesque.
While he focuses on his stupid dance, you resume pulling on your wrist, taking support with your legs on the web. But when you manage to loosen your wrist a bit, you feel your leg even more stuck to the silk and vice versa. Whatever you do, it only worsens your predicament.
You are out of breath, sweaty, and nowhere nearer to being freed than the start.
He keeps his movements going.
It is graceful.
Hideous.
Deadly.
Yet you cannot see a thing. Your eyes are blurry with tears, as realisation that this is worse than everything.
"Mom…" You beg, "Dad… Help…"
You feel tears rolling down your cheeks, melting with your sweat. You hiccup and sob uglily.
You reopen your eyes slightly, only to yelp in fear as you discover his face close to your cunt… Sniffing it.
"It is not working… Why?" He looks up at you, angrily.
"Wha… What?" You ask beyond terrified.
"Why aren't you aroused?"
"I…? I just…? I don't know..?"
"You are leaking from your eyes. This is not how it should work. You should be leaking from your cunt." He growls at your face.
"I don't know! Let me go! Please!" You plead, looking away in fear.
He takes a step back, holding his chin pensively.
"Strange… Where am I going wrong? Tell me, female."
"I told you I don't know, creep! Leave me alone!" You cry out loud.
"I am bigger and more colorful than you. I came out on top of your other suitors. I dominate you entirely, and I danced. Why aren't you aroused?" He gets madder.
"I don't know! Fuck! I don't know, I've never done… Any of that!" You spit between tears and ire.
Can't he just be done with it? Do his worst and slit your throat at last? For fuck sakes!
Instead, he falls silent for a moment.
"Are you telling me that… You are untouched?" He asks with a strange tone, suddenly.
You take a side look at him and wish you did not.
He looks so… Pleased! He is grinning from pointed ear to pointed ear. And his groaned snigger… Please shut up! Please, please, please, please…
"This pleases me greatly, female. Greatly…" He approaches, sliding his Drow hands around your waist to knead the meat, pinching it to force you to yelp. "Great noise. Do it again."
He slashes your skin on a small surface, drawing a drop of blood that he sucks off his finger, audibly pleased. He makes his lips pop as he takes out his finger, making you shiver.
He then licks your cheek with a purr, tasting your tears with evident joy.
"Sweet taste. I hope you will be as tasty below, female."
"Do it quickly. Please… Please…"
"I'll do what I need to do, properly. You do not have a say in this matter."
"Have some mercy on me…"
"I already did."
"How?!"
" I chose you. Be thankful, female, I am not the worst of my kins."
"There are others than you?!' You choke.
"Plenty. We were several on your tracks. I got to you first… After killing some of my fellows. And your other suitors."
"Don't call them suitors! They were monsters! Like you!"
"I am right to your taste, then." He purrs dementedly.
He grabs your naked butt and presses your waist to his, letting you feel his… Growing…?
Oh, dear Great Mind.
You shiver, feeling his length brushing your folds up and down as he groans in pleasure.
"This is… Pleasant. Exciting. I did not know a human female cunt would feel so much better than my bare hands. I should have snatched you sooner."
A new shiver shakes you when his tip brushes your nervous bud.
And he took notice of that.
"Interesting reaction, female. I knew not the human female form hid this small button, too. What if…?"
He parts his waist from you to trail his clawed finger down and up your slit, hitting your rosebud once more, making you tremble.
"I see. Just like a Drow. But what if I do that?" He asks again.
He lowers his whole form, placing his face between your thighs in front of your vulnerable cunt, observing it intently before diving in headfirst.
He takes a long sniff at your pubes, letting out a demented growl before trailing your slit with his tongue, earning a choked wail from you.
He takes long licks with the flat of his tongue and short ones with just the tip, lathering your pussylips and pubes with his saliva.
Your entire body trembles at his touch, and if you were not hung up in the void, your legs would have given up.
He kisses your pussly lips loudly, grabbing your thighs to knead them as he gets to explore you religiously.
He slurps and pecks at you, torturing you.
And yet.
In the back of your mind, an odious thought appears… One you try to silence but fail to do so.
Why… did your own hand not feel as good as … whatever this is?
You bite your lip to the point of bleeding.
Silence! This is not true!
He travels your slit with the dart of his tongue, starting to explore you… More intimately.
He feels around, licking flesh and crevices to his heart's content before parting your lips with two claws, opening you up to him.
He observes longly, grinning.
"Whole for me. Lovely."
"I am not… yours. Creature….!" You manage to spit.
He immediately jumps on his many legs, baring his teeth a mere inch from your face.
"Careful, female. My patience is growing thinner with your broken body; I should not suffer your attitude on top of that." He lets you know, icily.
You pull your head away as far as you can, but it is never enough. You feel the ghost of his breath on your cheek and the shell of his fang on your outer ear.
"I am being generous with you. I could just take you like I truly want and not stop even if you bled…. Do you understand me, female?"
"Wh… why even do… that …? I've done nothing to you…." You broke down even more.
"It is my mating season. And you are the only female around for miles on end. I killed for your body. It is rightfully mine, no matter what you say."
"N-no… I refuse…"
Maybe if you keep pushing him, he'll finally just kill you and free you of that situation.
"Oh, you do now? I can deal with that." He teases cruelly, his voice suddenly warm and low.
He trails your folds with his fingers once more, before locating your tight entrance.
"Quivering. Now I am curious why? An idea, female?" He licks your ear with a long, drawn groan.
You bite your lips again. Do not give him more cards to play against you.
"Mute? We will see about that, little human."
He circles your tight ring of flesh before inviting himself in with a knuckle. You gasp at the invasion, your entire core shaken up.
"You are gaping, female. You respond to my touch. How does it feel? Tell me." He laps your face from your jaw to your temple, pushing his finger deeper, "I itch to hear your thoughts."
You grit your teeth, but you fail to silence the tiniest moan escaping your lips, betraying yourself.
"Really? Ravishing. But you can do better for me."
He inserts a second finger, stretching you open.
"I can tell you already touch yourself, naughty one, but did you already fuck yourself? Let's see…"
And out of nowhere, he starts fingering you harshly with his thick fingers. Back and forth, up and down, deep and raw, he rams them in without regard for your poor cunt.
You open your mouth to beg him to at least slow down, but instead let out the most pitiful moans you have ever heard from you.
"That's more like it, female, now we are talking." He growls deeply, "Can't wait for you to really take me in … Hurry up and cum, or you won't like it dry." He threatens, clearly amused.
He attacks your neck, pecking and kissing it as he scissors you as you've never felt before.
You've fooled around with your hand, but you never treated your own body like a mere piece of meat.
"Feel me around, invite me in. I want to feel your pussy strangling my cock, hurry!" He sounds clearly on edge.
Impatient.
Ravenous.
Bestial.
You whine out loud when his thumb presses your small button. He starts circling it slowly, almost tenderly, playing with your nerves as he fucks you with his other fingers.
He starts drumming it and whipping it rapidly, curling your toes in torturing ecstasy.
"You're starting to drip. You're not that broken after all, female. Good for you, you'll need it."He bites your earlobes, "Moan louder for me, would you? I love my females loud."
"Le-let go of… me… creature… "You plead in between moans and mewls of mind-bending pleasure.
Why?
Why does it feel….? Urgh!
"I am going to break you, female. And you will beg for me again." He sussures in your ear.
Like an intimate secret and not his most horrifying threat yet.
"Never…!"
"I will defile you to disrepair and shape you to my measure, little one. Today, you will feel the real touch of a male."
"I'd rather die!"
"You'll get to die after."
He sciscors you open, stretching you so much it draws all the air out of your lungs.
"You bark, but you have no teeth: you are fully dripping now. How does your first real male feel, little one? How does it feel to be owned by a 'creature'?"
He keeps on harassing your nervous bud, scratching that unbearable growing itch in your quivering core.
"Listen to your pussy…" He orders, " Hear how wet you are? You are drenched now. I should force you to lick my fingers clean, female. But first, I want to make you cum before humiliating you fully."
You are mortified, but he is right. You are drenched and dripping, your cunt contracting around his fingers in a well-known sign of an approaching orgasm.
Oh, Great Mind, why?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
Why you? Why with him?
Why not with Damien or Oscar?
Why with a monster?
What great offense did you commit to earn such punishment?
"You are pearling on my web like rain, female. I just thought you should know that." He mocks cruelly.
"Kill me now…"
"You have no way out. Endure it. Endure me. You are mine to shatter and enjoy."
And as proof, he seizes your jaw to force you to face him and press his lips on yours forcefully.
Demandingly.
He forces his tongue inside your mouth and presses it to yours, hugging it tight, robbing you of your breath as he finishes you with his fingers alone.
With a last fateful twist of your little bud, you come undone with a long cry, swallowed by the monstrous kiss. Your entire core clenches around his digits, keeping them prisoner as your toes curl with the waves of pleasure.
To your utmost distress.
"Finally," he sniggers, "You took your time. But you squirted, so I will be magnanimous on you, human."
"… You demon…" You pant and gasp for air, "Why do all that…?"
"Because it would not taste as good to just take you. I want you to cum at my command and know true humiliation. It would be easier for you to just suffer til the end and die in righteousness. But I want you to face your Creator and admit that you cummed to a Drider. That I own that body down to its most minuscule hair and particle despite its best effort. That its creation was soiled." He promises with venom in his voice, "And that you enjoyed every second of it… This is my revenge."
You almost look away, but he looks so terrifying, you fear it will trigger his hunter responses.
"Now, time to make you mine, human." He smirks with his fangs.
Before you can start calling for help again, he claims your mouth once more in a wet embrace. He slides his hands under your raised knees, his shorter spider legs placed on your hips, making you shiver with disgust.
He parts from you to aim. You can't see a thing, what he looks like or his measurements, but you just know he will destroy your poor body.
"Stop moving around, female. Unless you want me to enter your rear first, perhaps?"
You immediately froze, still in his grip.
"Thought so."
You yelp when you feel something wet and hard pressing at your entrance.
Warm and dripping.
Oh no, here we go…
You open your mouth in a perfect O as he forces you down on his cock. He is thick.
Large.
Very large.
You feel him stretching you to your absolute maximum; a mere millimeter wider would tear your tissues apart for good.
"Fuck…! So tight!" He groans, his chest rising up and down impressively, "I don't remember it being so tight before…. You are choking me, female." He says as he keeps pushing in.
Oh dear Great Mind! How long is he?! It is never-ending!
Your human body is not meant to welcome a Drider cock! How could it ever…?!
He sniggers as he keeps going deeper and deeper, exploring depths you had no idea about. The invasion punches all the air out of your lungs while you let out a silent scream.
"If you survive me, you will survive anything, little human."
That would be almost reassuring if he were not laughing sadistically at your predicament.
Almost.
"Almost there." He tells you, steadying his position on his web by placing two huge spider legs on the silk beside you.
They almost brushed you… Yerk.
"And… There." He lets out a breath as you fully sit down on his erection, "Well done, little human. You're doing better than others of your kind."
You open your mouth wide to breathe, but you can barely swallow a gulp with how full you feel. You are just so… stuffed! Like a cream pastry.
He purrs loudly, starting circles with his hips, getting a feel of you around him.
"Tight and dripping…!" He breathes through his nose with visible difficulties, like he was containing himself despite it all, "You squeeze me well. You were born to take my cock, little human."
You don't even answer to the insults; right now, you're just trying to survive a mere second longer.
You said you wanted to die, but your instincts scream at you to fight! To live a second longer! Even if you have to endure it til the end.
'The mind is stronger than flesh, your mother used to say, 'This is why women can endure deliveries and want more children, despite the tears and the blood. The mind keeps going when the body falters and falls.'
"I can feel your heartbeat through my tip, human. Do you know how tight you have to be for that?"
"… I'm… I'm at my ma-maximum." You say, like you would present excuses.
"Poor little human." He pats your head, mockingly. "You've seen nothing yet."
And he raises you up from his shaft, leaving only the tip inside. You let out the most ungodly moan as you truly feel all his ridges and textures grazing along all your spots this time.
Torturously.
Delectably…
You shake your head. No!
He pushes you right back down, stuffing you once more, his ridges scratching your spots again, electrifying you to your core.
Oh no… Is it going to feel like that at each thrust?
"Mmmmh. I do not know what just crossed your mind, but you clenched so deliciously around me, female." He hums pleasantly, "If you keep doing it, I don't know if I should keep restraining myself anymore, since we are on the same wavelength…" He whispers into your ear, his warm breath caressing the outer shell, giving you goosebumps.
To prove his point, he gives you a shallow thrust, earning an immediate reaction from your cunt.
"Yes. I see we agree, little human. As you so wish."
He wraps his Drow arms under yours, hugging you tight, assuring his position on the web and around your body, slides out of you…
And rams right back in.
You receive it like a punch in the thorax, cutting your breath.
He slides out, slams it back.
And again.
And again.
And again.
And again…
And now, he is fucking you at a high pace, plunging his hips into yours.
The wet sounds are lewd and sickening. The raw smell of sex is dizzying. You feel your blood leaving your head to gorge your abused pussy, making it swollen and fluffy for him.
He hits hard and true. You can feel him reaching and hitting all the way back in; so deep he can graze gummy spots you didn't know you had.
It is horrible!
Tantalizing!
How could you cum again at the hand of a… Drider?! Why did he have to be right?!
Your pussy is fully stretched out and sore to accommodate his size, but it also lets him enter back and forth without opposing any resistance, to your dismay and dishonor.
He thrusts easily, without any opposition from your weak flesh.
Your damn corruptible flesh...
"So good! So wet!" He grumbles and purrs at the same time, "I forgot how cunts felt!"
He takes a lick at your neck, from your clavicle to your jaw, sending shivers down your spine.
Shivers of fear.
Disgust.
And lust.
You mewl, feeling your erect nipples brushing against his own exposed chest at each back and forth, sending goosebumps across your skin.
But you yelp when he takes an arm off you to slide his hand between your two bodies, to play and titillate your vulnerable pearl again.
"Fuck! Stop clenching so much, female! I ca… Can't take it much longer if you keep doing it…!" He lets out in a rasped hiss, yet he keeps on toying with your bud.
He circles it, whips it, crosses it, drums it, and presses it. Teases and plays with your vulnerable flesh. He twists it and pinches it to earn a yelp of pain, melting into a long mewl of bliss, making you drool over yourself, head thrown back, empty of any energy.
He is pounding into you.
Fast.
Merciless.
You have nothing left to spare.
To protect yourself.
To oppose him.
You only feel your body bobbing up and down on his thick shaft, molding you to his size as each thrust slowly disintegrates any sound mind and reason in your head.
You are nothing more than a sex doll now, pliable to his will. To be enjoyed indefinitely, until he grows bored of you…
Or simply that he cums himself.
How did you end up in this situation?
With a massive Drider rutting into you like his life is depending on it?
When did it go wrong?
You just can't get around your head how your pussy can swallow him in like it would any human member. It should know better!
You should know better…
And yet, here you are, quivering and palpitating around a monster's cock, gaping like you want more of him. Like you knew it was always meant to be.
He growls and roars, burying himself up to the hilt, abusing your poor cunt that cannot get enough of him.
You grit your teeth as you feel him digging his claws into your back, surely drawing blood.
Your skin is so hot it must be melting, your entire body slippery and glistening with sweat against his own hardened skin.
"Do you feel me? Reaching all the way there? Hitting it deep?" He inquires more for himself than for you to respond.
Of course you feel him. You feel him so well you've lost your voice, any sounds now superfluous. Your throat is so dry… You are parched and exhausted.
All your muscles contract like one at his touch, and it is tiring.
Your core is on fire, a pool of heat rising and rising.
Threatening to spill any moment now.
The tips of his long, white hair tickle your skin, his hot breath on your neck, and with it the memory of his poison.
He sinks in deep, flesh hitting flesh in an unholy choreography.
It is a battle for life.
A dance for death.
"I see you are enjoying yourself, little human…" He croaks.
You lower your tired gaze and realise that at some point, he released your legs from his silk, and you wrapped them around his waist to keep him caged between your thighs without ever noticing it.
"I wonder how you will justify it to your Creator…?" He pants, rolling his hips into yours, undulating his spine like a sultry dance. "Or to me… Delicious creature…"
You gasp, too tired to argue, too fucked up to resist, too blissed to care anymore.
You feel your walls fluttering and spasming around his girth, and you can only think about your next orgasm.
You whimper, feeling him rolling your delicate pearl between his fingers, bringing you to your knees.
Making you beg for his mercy…
For more of his venom deep under your skin
For his poison deeper into your veins
Straight to your heart to freeze it still.
What use do you have for a heart after being defiled by a Drider and enjoying it?
You wish you could scrape him off your skin, but it is too late; he got under it already.
His scent fills your nose, and his purrs resonate in your ears.
He claims your breath. He stole your soul and ravishes your body.
He ravages it in the most delectably deranged way imaginable.
He is sick, and you're no better.
What kind of woman allows herself to snuggle in a Drider's silky embrace?
What kind of debauched girl allows a monster to take her before taking her own life?
What kind of harlot allows herself to be pleased by claws, fur, and keratin?
Your kind, obviously.
He releases your wrists from their prisons, and you circle his shoulders, hugging him tight like a fool.
If this is your last day on this earth, if he is the last hug you are destined to receive, then by the Great Mind, you will have it and take it from him.
Monster or not, a girl needs to get her warmth from somewhere.
He grabs your butt by the handful, pressing you close to him, suffocating you in his clutch. And you'd want to be nowhere else but bobbing on his cock until you come and he frees you from this world.
You can feel his heartbeat in your cunt, palpitating against your fluffy walls, impatient to claim you at last.
To discharge his demon seed in your most sacred place.
Your gut tightens at that thought, and his hips stutter in a response.
"Godda- Woman…!"He roars like a lion.
He throbs inside of you, leaking profusely, scorching hot, and vulnerable.
He gets desperate, his pace is erratic, he almost slips out completely inadvertently several times, but he hurries back inside, grinding your hips together. He tilts his pelvis to change the angle, consuming all of you like an incubus.
Yet he is restless too.
He recklessly works you out, splitting you in two as you spasm around him. Impaling you on his girth with unnatural strength…
Claiming you like a real Drow.
Like a real Drider…
Like a monster.
And with a final, ravenous thrust, he pushes you beyond it all.
You arch your back against his chest, your legs contracting around his waist. Your eyes roll inside your head, blinded by pure white lights as you let escape a scream of pleasure, coming from so deep inside you don't even know if you actually made a sound.
You cunt palpitates and clenches around his girthy cock, and you whine in surprise as he forces a new mass inside your cunt as he spills his creamy seed, your cunt milking him for all his worth.
It feels like pearls getting squirted deep into your tight core, your body swallowing them all greedily.
Your entire body tenses up to the breaking point and relaxes suddenly, ready to pass out, but he holds you tight, still spurting inside your cunny. You bite your lower lip at the warm sensation of his semen at the deepest of your core…
Yet you feel nothing rolling down your thighs, like your pussy was… Sealed.
You try to move and get him out, but you're stuck; a mass keeps you anchored to him.
"Don't move. My knot is here to ensure a successful pregnancy." He lets you know, passively annoyed at you struggling in his arms.
"A succesfu… You said you would kill me after!"
He rises up above you, an eyebrow raised in a taunt.
"Well, evidently I lied, female."
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