Inside the warm darkness, her eyes slowly opened.
"I'm so tired… That spider's venom was strong," she murmured, trying to shift her limbs, but the cocoon wrapped around her was tight. It held her in place, restricting movement.
Then she heard it—something enormous skittered along the stone floor. The sound grew louder, more insistent, until it finally stopped just in front of her.
"Even though I let them have their way with me, this is still too much."
The cocoon began to unravel, slowly, carefully, as if she were something delicate. The fabric peeled away, revealing her upper body.
Her arms were still bound, trapped in the web's tight grip.
And before her stood the beast.
Her upper body was human and starkly naked—beautiful, strikingly so. Her skin was pale and flawless, glowing under the dim cave light.
Her long, dark hair was pulled back into a high bun, framing a face that was both serene and dangerous.
She had six eyes, arranged in three pairs. Each one shimmered with an unnatural, eerie red light. They watched Lyssandra with something between curiosity and amusement.
Her naked chest was full, her curves inviting. She had long, slim fingers that curled around the web like it was a silk gown. Her presence was intoxicating, mesmerising.
"You are awake at last," she said, her voice smooth and alluring, like velvet wrapped around a dagger.
"You're not like the other spiders," Lyssandra said, her voice hoarse from the venom. Her eyes moved to the writhing lower half of the creature, its legs twitching in the dark.
She laughed, a sound that was more like silk and seduction than a traditional voice.
"Rude of me, yes. Let me introduce myself properly. I am The Mother."
Lyssandra looked into the woman's eyes, her own filled with intrigue.
"Call me Lyssandra," she replied, her gaze drifting down to the Mother's full, round breasts, which swayed with each movement.
The Mother caught her eye, then smiled sweetly. "Like what you see, darling?" Her fingers trailed down Lyssandra's cheek, then to her massive, swollen breasts. Finally, they rested on her swollen belly.
"Good. Because you're too beautiful to be eaten."
Without waiting, the Mother pulled Lyssandra's cock from her pussy, its head gleaming in the dim light.
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"Uhmm… don't be too rough," Lyssandra moaned, her voice thick with lust.
The Mother traced the length of Lyssandra's cock, her eyes shining with interest.
"Ooh, how could a woman possibly possess this mighty beast?" she murmured, her fingers slipping and sliding down the shaft.
Then, her body leaned in, closer, their bodies mere centimeters apart. The air between them was thick, charged with lust.
"Not to eat, so what are you gonna do to me?" Lyssandra asked.
"You haven't seen the best yet," The Mother whispered, her lips nearly brushing against Lyssandra's. "You will be both giver and receiver."
She reached down, her fingers trailing along the soft curve of Lyssandra's hips before pressing her against her own lower half.
Below the Mother's waist, a slit opened slowly, revealing a pink, inviting entrance. It was like a woman's vagina, but with small, pulsing bumps and tiny, wriggling tendrils that curled inside.
"First time seeing a spider queen's pussy, huh?" The Mother teased, her voice low and sultry.
"Actually..."
Lyssandra started to speak, but the Mother didn't give her a chance.
With one swift movement, she pressed her body against Lyssandra's, and then she devoured her cock entirely with her pussy.
The moment their flesh connected, a surge of heat and sensation shot through Lyssandra. The Mother's cunt was warm, pulsing, and wrapped around Lyssandra's cock with a tight, irresistible grip. She moaned, her body shuddering at the feeling.
"Oooohhh...," she moaned, her hands now free and gripping The Mother's shoulders as the creature moved, her cunt tightening and loosening around Lyssandra's cock.
"The tendrils and the bumps are massaging my.... Uhmm~~" she uttered a sexy groan.
The Mother licked her lips, her red eyes flashing with hunger.
"You're big," she said, her voice thick with desire.
Lyssandra met her gaze, her own eyes wide with pleasure. "Y-yeah… it's amazing."
The Mother smiled, then shifted her body slightly, deepening the connection between them. Her tendrils curled around Lyssandra's cock, pulsing with a strange, electric energy.
Lyssandra gasped. "I—I can feel it…"
The Mother leaned in, whispering, "You're going to love this. You're going to love....me!"
Lyssandra let out a soft moan, her body responding to every movement, every touch. The Mother's pussy squeezed and released, sending shivers down her spine.
"I can't… I can't take it…," Lyssandra panted, her body trembling with pleasure.
The Mother chuckled, then leaned in closer, her mouth brushing against Lyssandra's ear. "Not yet, darling. You haven't even seen my best yet."
Lyssandra's body shuddered as she erupted, her orgasm flooding The Mother's womb with many thick, pulsing jets of semen.
"Cumming~~~~"
The Mother let out a gasp, her eyes widening in ecstasy.
"Ooohhh… that's so good!!!" she moaned, her body trembling with the sheer pleasure.
The Mother withdrew, her pussy leaving behind a wet, glistening trail. She looked at the cock remained rigid and pulsating, drenched in seed and her own juices.
A deep squelch echoed from between her spider legs, and then—something wet and long, slithered out.
The sound of The Mother's body moving, of her creature part opening up, filled the dark room with an erotic, sensuous sound.
Lyssandra finally focused her gaze on what now lay before her, a long, sinuous appendage that wriggled slightly, like the tongue of some monstrous thing.
It was reddish in hue, covered in deep veins that pulsed with an unnatural light nearly four meters in length, its shaft measuring roughly six centimeters across.
At the tip, it bulged, and as the thing opened, it revealed something that sent a wave of primal hunger through Lyssandra.
A large, thick ovipositor, with four meaty, pulsing lips that curled out.
Lyssandra stared in shock.
"You like it?" The Mother asked, her voice full of seductive joy.
"It's...beautiful…" Lyssandra breathed, her fingers trembling slightly.
The Mother grinned. "You and I… we both have a way of being a giver and a receiver," she said, her red eyes gleaming.
Then, with slow, deliberate movements, the ovipositor hovered toward Lyssandra. The scent of it filled the air—salty, musky, thick with the perfume of sex and the promise of new life.
Lyssandra felt a strange pull, as if her body had already anticipated this. She could feel the heat of the ovipositor against her skin, so close now. Her whole body tensed in anticipation, ready for what was to come.
The Mother's ovipositor danced teasingly around Lyssandra's pussy lips, slithering in and out with deliberate, tantalizing movements.
"Do you want it?" The Mother teased, her voice sweet and mocking.
Lyssandra groaned, frustration and desire warring within her. "Just put it in already!"
The Mother only laughed. "What's the magic word?" she purred, her red eyes glinting with mischief.
"Nope. Not...a ch-chance," Lyssandra shot back, her voice stuttered with irritation.
The Mother continued to toy with her, occasionally poking the ovipositor's head just enough to make Lyssandra's breath catch, but never going in all the way. It was torturous, her body begged to be filled, but her pride refused to surrender.
After what felt like eternity, The Mother let out an exaggerated sigh. "Just give in already, you imbecile!!"
Lyssandra gritted her teeth. She could feel the heat of the ovipositor against her skin, the scent of it thick with sex. She didn't know if she could take it much longer.
But even as frustration rose, so did a primal urge. She had to know. She had to find out what this was really capable of.
"Fine, suit yourself!!"
Then, with a slow motion, The Mother's ovipositor dove inside Lyssandra's pussy, plunging in so forcefully it sent a shudder through her.
Her body reacted instantly, she gagged and hacked, a choked sound tearing from her throat as the ovipositor forced its way fully inside her. A moment later, she doubled over and vomited up her last meal.
"blurgh"
"ugh—hack"
"wretch—cough"
But she didn't have time to process. It withdrew almost entirely, leaving only the tip inside, taunting her, tempting her with what she so desperately wanted.
But The Mother didn't stop. She plunged it in again, this time with even more force, so much so that it lifted her from the ground, suspending her in the air by the ovipositor's sheer strength.
A massive bulge was visible on the front of her body—her entire abdomen, distended as if something large and important was growing inside her.
She hovered there, a captive, her legs suspended as the ovipositor thrust again and again, faster now, deeper.
Her mouth was wide open in a silent scream, her tongue hanging out, lost in pure bliss. She could feel every movement, every pulse of the ovipositor—she had no power.