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This wasn't what you'd had in mind when you'd agreed to work for the Zhentarim to pay off your late parent's debts. They'd agreed that they wouldn't have you do anything grossly illegal, like theft or murder. Instead, you were an able body on one of their trading vessels. Loading crates, keeping tallies, whatever was needed.
You hated it. Hated them. Hated that your parents had turned to them in desperation when their debts had piled up. And more than anything else, you hated that you'd given them three years of your life. Three years of whatever they asked of you to pay off the ten thousand gold debt that hung from your neck like a damned millstone.
But you'd learned to live with it, and for the past year, you'd swallowed the bile that rose in your throat whenever you thought about what you were doing. Closed your eyes and ears when the guards came back to the ship covered in blood and carrying crates marked with unfamiliar names. Ground your teeth and cursed your employers under your breath whenever "guests" were brought on board.
This, however, was like nothing you'd ever seen before. The black blight swallowing the shoreline, the thick shadows that swirled and bit at the hull. Only the moonlanterns hanging from the bow spit, stern, and the port and starboard railings kept the darkness at bay. The bright silver shine surrounded the ship like a cocoon of light as you drifted noiselessly down the river.
You stood at the rail, staring vainly into the darkness, watching the inky black ripples below as you cut through the water. There was an oppressive silence, deep and heavy, broken only by the sloshing of water and the creaking of the ship, the footsteps of the sailors. You rested your elbows on the rail, trying to enjoy the brief respite from the hard labor you normally endured.
You couldn't relax, however. Not here. The inky shadows at the shoreline shifted and blurred as you watched them, and you swore there were shapes there that looked like people, moving in a bizarre, jerky way. Pale lights that could have been eyes flickered and stared back at you from the ruins of fallen-in houses and the shadows of old churches. You shivered and wrapped your arms around yourself. Of all the places the Zhentarim had sent you, this was by far the worst.
Sallow green light glinted from strange growths on the shore, and up ahead, you could just see the shimmer of light. Moonlight, some kind of larger version of the protective lanterns that you had been ordered to affix to the vessel before starting up the river. As the foul winds, tinged with the scent of rotting flesh and vegetation, bore you towards the source, you began to make out the shape of a massive structure in the darkness. Moonrise Towers. Your destination. A wave of relief flooded over you, tempered by the eeriness of your surroundings. Hopefully, you could unload your cargo, turn around, and leave this foreboding place.
There was an army gathering here, from what you could glean from the whispers of the crewmembers. A cult, following a strange entity known as the Absolute. They required supplies, for the shadow-cursed land could not grow crops, nor could they support any livestock. The Zhentarim were more than happy to provide their services- for coin, of course.
The ship came alive as you neared the docks. Lines were thrown and secured, and the boat came to rest. You began to unload the cargo, heavy wooden crates of supplies, with the help of some of the cultists. They were surprisingly normal, and you could discern no pattern among them. They were of every race and sex, some with the clothes of nobility, others dressed in barely decent rags, and were all cheerful in their work, chattering and even singing amongst themselves.
"I'd always thought cultists were dour and serious all the time." You commented to one halfling as he helped you negotiate a full crate of fruit across the pier. He smiled, wiping his brow on his sleeve as you set it down.
"What do we have to be sad about?" He shook his head. "We've got the Absolute, and she loves us!"
You straightened up and glanced up the ramp leading to the ship. With the help of the cultists, the cargo was completely unloaded. Your captain was in deep and hushed conversation with Roah Moonglow, the Zhentarim contact here. You hoped it was a quick check-in and nothing more. Your feet itched to be out of here.
"I guess." You shrugged, rolling your shoulders with a grimace. "I mean, I'm glad it's working for you." You felt awkward. The man was clearly, deeply, enthralled with the cult's doctrine, and you had no interest. He seemed to sense that, cocking his head at you with a smile before walking away.
As you turned to return to the ship, a strange noise caught your attention. It came from the open doorway in the great stone wall next to the pier. A sort of skittering sound, like a bowl of pebbles being spilled onto a hard floor from a great height. It unsettled you for reasons you couldn't explain, and your body acted without your conscious control, turning to face the perceived threat.
As you focused on the opening, you saw that there was a face in the darkness, pale with large dark eyes and long, stringy white hair. Something was wrong about the gray armor on the torso beneath, the way it seemed to almost fuse into the skin at the shoulders, but left the muscled abdomen below it bare. You squinted, trying to make out the strange figure. It was silhouetted against the dim light of the corridor beyond, and the black mist rising from the water didn't help.
You took a sharp breath and stepped backwards as it- he moved to come more fully into view. His shoulders and arms were covered not in armor, but grey chitinous growths. A cluster of dark eyes blinked rapidly on the left side of his face. And where a man's waist would connect to his hips and legs, there was instead the body of a massive spider. Twitching and moving, never still, legs shivering and dancing beneath him.
A drider. Icy dread settled in your chest. Against the grim and terrible background of the landscape, he seemed a nightmare incarnate.
Fear and fascination held your feet still as he approached, legs clicking softly on the rotten wood of dock. His clawed hands were clasped around a staff, from which swung a moonlantern. You'd only heard stories, fables about the abominations cursed by the spider-queen Lolth.
And yet, as the silver light glinted off of his ivory hair and teeth and your heart beat loudly in your ears, you could not help but notice how handsome he was. The cut of his cheekbones, the structure of his jaw, they had once been noble and fair, before he had been made into what he was now. He stopped before you and spoke as you stared.
"What is this?" His voice had a manic pitch and cadence to it, almost a chittering quality. "New flesh for you, my Queen?" He cocked his head at you, advancing to lean down, yellow irises widening in the dark pools of his eyes as they peered into yours. Dirt streaked his face, dark smears against corpse-white skin.
You should have been terrified beyond reason. And you were scared, your heart beating a frantic staccato in your chest and your palms slicked with sweat. A mad cultist drider was a horror you had never considered you would meet. Your eyes lingered on the claws that could disembowel you in a moment, the legs that could most likely snap you in half with no more than a thought.
Finally, you focused on his face. The most humanoid part of him. You were surprised at what you found there. There was something almost soft in the way he studied you, a twisted sort of innocence in the smile on his lips. It calmed your heart just slightly, unstuck your tongue from the roof of your mouth enough that you could stutter a greeting.
"Um. Hello." You swallowed, fear still very present in your chest, shivering as his legs stirred restlessly and his fangs glinted in the moonlight. "I'm. Uh. Just here to deliver supplies." The ridiculousness of the situation had you fighting down a hysterical and panicked giggle. You were talking to a drider. About a shipment of fruit. It was like a bad dream.
He straightened up to look over you, chattering to himself. "Ahh, we see, majesty, yes, they bring the supplies for your cause. Very good of them." The creature focused back onto you, adjusting its claws on the moonlantern. It attempted a smile. The expression, manic and full of fangs, was not comforting in the least, but something in you found it almost cute that he was trying.
Cute?? You scolded yourself silently. Obviously this terrible place was seriously affecting your mental health.
"I am Karniss." He seemed about to say something else when your captain spoke behind you, brusque and loud. You jumped, the sudden noise behind you like a hot knife on your frayed nerves. A look of displeasure, lightning quick and unnoticed by you, passed over Karniss's face as a small squeak of fear passed your lips. He bared his teeth at the captain as the man spoke.
"Get away from her, vile thing." The drider tensed, hissed, and scuttled away before you could ask what he wanted from you. Annoyance burned in your chest, and you turned to your captain, who was regarding you with concern.
"Glad I came by. Nasty creature. A drider is bad enough, but a cultist to boot?" He shuddered. You bit your tongue, realizing that you were about to defend Karniss, for no discernible reason. Driders were evil creatures, according to every piece of lore, but you couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for the thing. It was obviously not in its right mind. You took deep gulping breaths of air in an attempt to calm yourself down.
"We're staying here for a couple of days." He scowled, his large beard almost visibly bristling. "Roah wants us to load the ship back up with some cargo, but it's not ready to load on board yet."
Your throat was suddenly very dry. Stay here? In this shadow-cursed land, in a tower populated by strange cultists? The captain shrugged at the inadvertent look of disgust and fear on your face.
"Not much I can do." He jerked his head at another crewmember who was making their way towards you. "Hey, Derys, show them where the rooms are."
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Derys showed you to the rooms the cultists had set aside for you. They were communal bunks, but clean, well lit chambers with cheerful fires burning in the hearths. You carried your pitifully small sack of belongings and stowed them in the chest at the foot of one of the beds before sighing and sitting down.
After a surprisingly tasty dinner (apparently there were gnolls working in the kitchen??) you fell asleep, your dreams filled with darkness and the sound of too many legs.
The next day dragged by agonizingly slowly. There was nothing to do. Apparently whatever the cultists wanted smuggled back into Baldur's Gate was not ready yet. You laid around the room for hours, reading through one of your few precious books, but somehow could not concentrate on the words on the page.
The drider's face hung in your mind like a damned omen. It was there every time you closed your eyes. There was something about him. Dark, alien, and intriguing.
A little before suppertime, the boredom drove you to something you would never have otherwise considered.
You went to find the drider.
The rest of the crew did not comment as you left the room. They were all in a corner playing some sort of card game involving a great deal of swearing and the exchange of coin. While none of them were hostile to you, they were all here willingly. Proper Zhentarim. It created a great gulf between you that could not be breached.
Perhaps, you thought as you slipped out and closed the door behind you, that was why you found Karniss so interesting. He too, was a creature apart. Alone even surrounded by his supposed brothers and sisters in the Absolute. The others on the docks had looked at him with open revulsion and disgust.
The hallways were busy as you wandered, full of creatures going to and fro. You saw bugbears and gnolls, ogres and goblins, drow and dragonborn. Yet the strange spider-being was nowhere to be seen. You steered clear of the main hall, where Ketheric Thorm held audience. The man's reputation was enough that you did not want to risk encountering him.
Finally, you swallowed your fear and asked. The tiefling clerk blinked at you as if she was sure she'd misheard you.
"Karniss? The drider?" She cocked her head.
"Yes." You searched your mind frantically for some sort of cover story. "I uh. He had something for the Zhentarim." The woman pursed her lips and raised an eyebrow. You stood up straighter and tried to look intimidating, straightening the pin of the winged serpent pinned on your tunic.
"Hell, it's your skin." she shrugged. "He's in the east storage room." She gave you directions, looking at you the whole time like you were insane. Maybe you were.
You approached the door with slowing footsteps before halting entirely. This was crazy. You were actively seeking out an abomination of Lolth. A creature of chittering madness, and an Absolutist Cultist on top of it all.
The smart thing to do, you told yourself, was to go back to your room.
Instead, you knocked at the door, your hand trembling as you rapped your knuckles on the sturdy wood.
There was a long silence, during which you reevaluated all the life choices that had brought you to this point.
"Does her Majesty require our services? Shall we guide more of your faithful through the shadows?" the door swung open to reveal the drider. Despite knowing what you were going to encounter, you still took an instinctive step backwards. He towered over you, a look of surprise on his features that quickly melted into a smile with a sinister slant.
"It is the pretty Zhentarim, who spoke so nicely to us on the docks." You blinked in shock as he leaned down over you. Pretty? An unbidden blush came to your cheeks. The small legs directly below his abdomen (pedipalps? Was that what those were called?) waved gently as he spoke, and you raised a hand in awkward greeting back.
His eyes widened in an expression of pleased surprise at your returning of his motion, and he gestured into the room. "Does she wish to speak more?" He opened the door wider. "I do not have guests, but for her, I will make an exception, Majesty." Beyond was a disused storage room. Thick strands of webbing covered a large portion of the walls and floor in intricate patterns. They shone softly in the light that glimmered from the moonlantern he had carefully placed in the center of the web.
You entered slowly, eyes on the geometric patterns of the giant structure that glittered like molten silver in the dim luminescence of the room.
"Karniss, did you do this?" You tentatively reached out a hand and touched a strand, thick as your index finger. It was cool and silky smooth to the touch. "It's beautiful."
The drider came up to stand beside you, glancing in your direction with an almost embarrassed smile as he smoothed his hair back behind pointed ears.
"You are not lying?" You looked up at him, where a vulnerable expression furrowed his brow and widened his eyes. "The pretty Zhentarim is not repulsed by Karniss?" He sounded shocked, and slightly confused, as if he had never received a compliment before.
You searched his face for a moment, taking your time on your answer. "No." You said slowly. "No, I'm not. I was... scared, at first." You picked your words carefully. "But I don't find you repulsive. I... honestly, you're...." You hesitated, mindful of the way he was hanging off of your every word. "Fascinating." It rang true as you said it.
Karniss swallowed visibly, something almost like a blush flushing his cheeks. "Majesty? Can it be?" He skittered up onto his web, settling himself down in the center. He was wringing his hands, staring at you with a concerning intensity.
Too late, you realised that you may have incurred the obsession of the drider. A slow fear started to churn in your gut as he spoke again.
"Did you send us what we have so desperately wanted?" His voice was deep and husky now, an almost-growl that sent ill-advised shivers through your chest. You found yourself staring at his face, the defined muscles of his chest and abdomen, and lower...
Did he have sexual organs? The thought came to you unbidden, and made you blush. Driders were sexless, right? You recalled that it was one of Lolth's cruelties, that the sexual organs were removed but the accompanying sexual drive of the brain was not diminished. So among their hunger for blood and the insanity of being mutilated in such a way, they also contended with a mating drive that could never be satisfied, finding only hard chitin where they wanted engorged and dripping flesh.
You were distracted from your uncomfortable thoughts by a beautiful, haunting sound. Karniss was plucking out a soft melancholy tune on his webbing, his eight legs working in rhythm to create a melody of subtle complexity. It echoed through the room, and you found yourself swaying gently to it. A part of your mind was warning you to go. His behavior was obsessive and strange. But the music was so beautiful that you couldn't quite bring yourself to leave. And despite his words, you didn't want to hurt his feelings. He had invited you into his home, after all.
There was no harm in staying a little longer, right?
It took you a moment to register that the music had stopped. The reverberations still echoed in your mind, your body still swaying in time to those cold, high notes.
"She likes my music, oh yes, she will do nicely." You opened your eyes (when had you closed them?), but it was difficult. The sound of the drider speaking so closely to your ear should have made you flinch. Instead, you felt like everything was fuzzy and warm. It felt natural to lean back towards him, for his muscular arms to encircle you, your back against his chest. A low chuckle rumbled against you, the sound making your hair stand on end.
"Karniss, I should... I should go..." Speech was tricky, your words slurring into one another. He hummed into your ear, placing a kiss on your neck as razor sharp claws began to cut your clothing to shreds with quick, skillful movements.
"Hush, hush, dear one." he chided you as fragments of cloth fell with a whisper to the floor. His hands were now moving along your bare torso, his flesh surprisingly warm and gentle. "My sweet little mate."
The music's soporific effect was gradually wearing off. Mate? The word set off alarm bells in your head as you came back to reality. All of a sudden, everything was crystal clear, hard and cold. You were half-naked, swooning back against Karniss, and his hands were now working at the buckle on your trousers.
"Wait wait wait-" You tried to push away from him, even as a slick heat thudded in your core. His arms held you fast as he ran lips down the side of your neck, making shushing noises into your ear.
"Karniss, this is, I- Ah!" Something sharp stung at your lower back. The pain faded almost immediately, leaving a spreading warmth that moved through you like a slow, sweet wave. It made you dizzy with want.
"There, there, do you feel better, sweet mate?" You lolled your head back on Karniss's shoulder, your muscles relaxing despite yourself. Your skin tingled and flushed where his hands rested below your breasts, and when he moved them, stroking down your stomach to your belt buckle, a choked moan of pleasure burst from your lips. Just his fingertips on your skin sent sweet, hot bolts of pleasure that felt like they were melting your mind through your entire body, fogging your thoughts.
There was something important, something you were forgetting, but the touch of his hands was so distracting, so achingly pleasurable that you couldn't focus. You trembled against him, shaking and biting your lip as he worked your trousers and undergarments off, every touch accompanied by a little gasp or groan from your throat.
Karniss turned you around, holding you gently in his arms and the front set of his legs. He paused, eyes widening as you stared up at him, limp and panting in his grip.
"Beautiful, perfect, our mate, our lovely one." he crooned, his voice dripping with adoration and worship. He held you to him, murmuring sweet nothings against your neck as he effortlessly climbed into his web. The touch of his lips to your ear set off a trembling wave of lust just as the last one subsided, and you almost sobbed as he laid you down in the center of the strands.
It conformed perfectly to your body, and you felt weightless, suspended by the softest silks. Karniss's lantern glittered above you, throwing silver and black shadows over the whole scene, like some moonlit arachnid boudoir.
You tried to move, the lack of touch bringing back a small piece of your mind. You needed to leave, before this went any further. Even though the thought of letting him continue made you quiver with need, even though the slick between your legs was slowly oozing out to gloss the strands under you.
"Beautiful one, every curve, every mark, so perfect." Karniss leaned down over you, and you blushed despite yourself at his praise. "We will help you stay still for us, yes." His legs worked at his spinnerets, pulling out thick white strands that were quickly bound to your wrists and ankles. The slight stickiness of them against your skin should have been repulsive, but it only made you wetter. Only flared the heat within you more.
"Are you comfortable?" he purred anxiously as he adjusted the silk. "Karniss has..." he hesitated. "It has been a long time." Your heart melted slightly at the earnest look on his face.
"It's..." You gasped sharply in pain and pleasure as he ran a claw up the inside of your thigh, dark hunger twitching his lips. He immediately halted at your noise, concern on his features. He bent down, kissing at the red mark he'd left with a frantic movement, rubbing soothing little circles on your hips in silent supplication.
"Forgive me! Did I injure you?" He was almost sobbing. You found your voice, even as your body lifted gently from the web with the pleasure of his warm mouth on your skin.
"No- no, it feels so good, Karniss, please, oh-" You babbled as he moved closer and closer to where your pulse thundered. Your cunt was already clenching around nothing, your clit so hard you could actually feel it throbbing as its own entity, engorged painfully between your legs.
"Yes, yes, moan for us. I will prepare you for me, for bearing what I will give to you, lovely mate." He spoke into the flesh of your upper thigh, before reverently parting your folds with two fingers. His touch on your labia had you drawing your legs apart as far as they could go, your breath catching in your throat as you sobbed with lustful anticipation.
"All for me?" He groaned in pleasure, eyes widening as he took in the glossy slick that coated your folds and ran down your legs. "So beautiful..." He glanced up at you, his dark eyes glinting with animal need.
"Shall I taste you?" The sight of him, bent over you, twitching as he held himself back, pale lips parted in anticipation, the feeling of his warm breath on your oversensitive glistening flesh, broke any remainder of your sanity as the aphrodisiac of the venom claimed the last of your mind. You babbled affirmations, a litany of his name and yes, yes, please.
The drider lowered his head and extended his tongue, and your body seized, your breath leaving your lungs in a keening moan. He wrapped it tenderly around your clit, flicking consistently while giving the aching organ feather soft kisses with his lips. Your hips shuddered against him and you panted, shivering waves of pleasure cascading up your back. His black and yellow eyes were locked on you, taking in every twitch of your face, every breath that fell from you.
"Karniss, I'm going to-" You moaned helplessly as he began to move his tongue faster, drawing the entire hardened bundle of nerves into his mouth with a hard suck.
With a shriek, you fell into an orgasm. Thudding great wet spasms of bliss spiraled out from where he worked, clenching and relaxing every muscle in your body, blanking out your vision and filling your ears with a pleasant buzzing sound. He worked you through it with lingering slow pulls of his lips and constant strokes of his tongue, until you were left with sparking aftershocks and your sweat-slicked chest heaved with great shuddering breaths.
"Aaaahhh." He pulled back with a sigh, licking his lips with closed eyes as if you were the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted. His tongue reached out to swipe across his glistening chin as a deep moan of satisfaction reverberated in his chest.
You whimpered in sympathy, heat flaring inside of you at the sight of him savoring your release. The orgasm had not sated you, somehow. If anything, you wanted him even more now. You pulled slightly at the webbing, gasping as you tried to speak.
"Karniss... please..." Tears fell down your face as a terrible absence screamed in your cunt. "So empty! Need you!" The drider trembled at your words, clawed hands clenching and unclenching as he reached for you, a look of utter and manic devotion on his pale face.
"You will never be empty again, my beautiful, beautiful one." Karniss moaned, reaching between his pedipalps. He moved aside a piece of chitin, and what sprang out made you whimper in lust and slight fear.
It was, ostensibly, a penis. It was slate-grey and glistening, long, ridged, and massive. Easily two inches in diameter, possibly more. The urethral opening was far larger than any you'd seen before, big enough you could have easily slipped a finger inside without stretching him at all.
"A gift from the Absolute." Karniss answered your unspoken question, stroking his hand fondly along the organ. "Our majesty asked me what I wanted, and blessed me with this." He positioned himself above you. "I can mate."
Any response you'd had was lost when the tip poked at your entrance. It was warm, blunt, and sticky. If you hadn't been so sopping wet, so fucking horny, the stretch as it entered you would have been unbearably painful. As it was, you clenched your jaw, a low hiss escaping from between your teeth as he pushed you open.
You could feel him trembling against you, longing to slide his entire length within your twitching velvety walls. But he murmured something under his breath, his ivory hair swinging next to his face as he moved back and forth with little motions, easing the tip in and out until it stopped being uncomfortable, until the filling popof the head entering you was achingly pleasurable.
"Can she take more?" He was panting, not with exertion, but with the effort it was taking him to not completely ruin you. You nodded so quickly you almost cramped a muscle in your neck.
Then.
Oh, then.
That massive length was slowly pushing, expanding, sliding, seating itself deep within, until your eyes were rolled back into your skull and the twitching head was kissing your cervix. A deep, strangled vocalizationwelled up in the drider's chest, the muscles in his jaw working as he gripped at your sides and began to move back and forth.
Wet squelching noises echoed through the room, slow and drawn out at first, coupled with your own gasps and moans of pleasure. It was all so much, and yet not enough. You canted your hips upwards to meet him as he pushed back in. The drider was biting his lip, his sharp fangs drawing blood that trickled down his chin, slowly.
"More." You panted. "Harder." Karniss leaned down to kiss you as he increased his pace, the fast smack of skin on skin eclipsed only by the taste of your own spend and the coppery tang of blood as your lips met. His tongue tangled with yours, eager, filling your mouth as pleasure coiled ever-tighter in your abdomen, deep and heated, every smack of his pelvis to yours sending spasming waves of delirious delight through your cunt.
He was rubbing you so perfectly, the ridges bumping against your g-spot in frenetic motion. You were so close, moaning into his mouth, writhing in your silken binds. Karniss broke the kiss and you remembered to breathe, then moaned as his hands found your tits, gripping them with bruising force.
"Ah, ah, yes! Yes!" He howled to the ceiling, head thrown back, eyes wide and pupils blown to vast black pools. "After- so- long, yes-" Every word was punctuated by a savage thrust of his hips. The sheer force of the motion tipped you over the edge, and you fell with a scream, milking at his cock as he shivered and moaned above you. Each delicious pulse of you around him was accompanied by a strange sensation.
Round things were moving up his cock, sliding up his urethra with what must have been a teeth-clenchingly, agonizingly slow pace. The size of marbles, and soft, they entered you and then- you gasped, your head falling back into the webbing with a soft thump.
Each one was popping through your cervix. It should have hurt, you knew that, somewhere deep in the recesses of your brain not destroyed by bliss.
But all you could focus on was the overwhelming pleasure. Each slick little ball moving through the tight entrance instead sent intense waves of ecstasy through you. Some distant part of you realized that the venom he'd injected you with must have altered your anatomy.
That didn't matter. All that you could focus on was the drooling, mind-numbing lust that overtook you, the moans and shudders as each slowly fell from the end of his organ and slipped into your growing belly. Karniss whimpered and moaned above you, his hands flying to the base of his cock, massaging it frantically, trying to speed the passage of the eggs through his urethra. There were so many, and they ached to be inside you.
It must have been a heavenly torture for him, you realized as you came again, your body shivering and constricting around him. An ejaculation that came oh so slowly, building and building and sliding so sedately through him until he was a mewling mess.
"Yes, Majesty, yes!" The last one pushed sweetly through your entrance, and Karniss collapsed onto you, his chest heaving with ragged deep gulps of air. You stared up at the ceiling, foggy and pleasantly full. There was something.... some strange, imposed biological imperative whispered that he wasn't, couldn't be done yet.
Karniss must have felt it too, because he raised himself from you after a long moment and withdrew his softening organ from your aching pussy. He paused then, to place his hands on your bulging belly. You stared at the round swell, your eyes wide as he stroked at it, as he purred, the sound interspersed with rasping clicks and guttural whines.
"Now, beautiful love. I must fill you some more." He slipped the ovipositor back into his chitinous plate, before taking his pedipalps in his hands. They looked sharp and hard, and even in your sex-drunk state, a little thrill of fear moved through you.
"Shushhhh-shush." Karniss reassured you with hissing sounds, pulling gently on the exoskeleton at the ends of the appendages. The hard grey chitin shells retracted back, and in their place were two thick grey organs not terribly unlike the one you'd just had inside you. Smaller, with far narrower openings at the end.
Before you could wrap your mind around the complicated sexual anatomy of the drider, he was cutting the webbing that bound you and moving you with gentle, firm hands onto all fours. "It will work better this way." He said by way of explanation, rubbing his palms along your back as he lined himself up. The tips of his claws scraped along your spine.
The two organs were next to each other, and pressing at your gaping entrance. If you hadn't been so stretched out from his ovipositor, the idea of you taking both of them would have been laughably impossible.
As it was, the stretch was overwhelmingly intense as he slowly pushed forward, sobbing with pleasure mixed with hysterical little whines.
"You take me so well, little mate, stretching around me, oh so perfect." Karniss babbled as he worked them inside of you, the natural glossy slick that coated them easing their passage further into your spasming hole. He paused for a moment when he was fully seated, his upper body pressing down onto yours, his lips brushing against your neck.
When he began to move, your knees started to buckle with the overwhelming fullness of it. The sheer aching overstimulating pleasure, your cunt throbbing erratically around him. Your walls spasmed feebly as Karniss grasped your waist, holding you up and beginning to thrust.
His strokes became harder. Longer, the dual cocks hard and unforgiving, forcing you open with every snapping motion of his hips. His name fell from your lips as he pulled you flush to him, manipulating you like a ragdoll. Your entire frame was vibrating, tingling hot sparking sensation searing through every pore, every vein.
As the sound of wet flesh on flesh filled the room, sex-heavy air intoxicating in your nostrils, the drider adjusted his arms around you, one under your chest, holding you securely to him, while his other slipped down, between your legs. You screamed.
His fingers only had to stroke once at your drenched clit and you were spiraling into white-hot oblivion. Your cunt fluttered feebly around him, too full to clench properly, and a gush of slick coated his fingers as you groaned in mind-melting pleasure.
He whipped his hand up, messily and desperately lapping at the fluid of your release before he replaced it. He moaned, swirling his hips against you as he began to rub again at the red nub above your stuffed pussy. You were still seizing, still coming, and you sobbed, white stars erupting in your vision at the stimulation.
"More, more, more!" It was a plea and a command, growled and breathless, and you obeyed, submitting to the drider's wish. Again, you shook underneath him, and again, you came apart with a animal cry, spurting your own spend over his insistent stroking, rubbing fingers.
"Yes!" He slammed his hips into yours a final time, stuffing his hand in his mouth in a desperate bid to taste every drop, every bit of your essence, and that flavor was what finally brought him to his peak. He babbled, keened, wailed, as the two organs stuffed inside you shook and spasmed, thick fluid erupting from each with audible splurting noises.
You were instantly saturated, incredibly full, your belly swelling as the sticky warm fluid found every gap and empty space between the eggs sitting heavy in you, infusing them with his milky seed. There was no space, nothing but him, soft gelatinous sacs and swirling heavy semen soaking into every pore.
When you could take no more, it began to leak out around him, thick heavy drops slowly rolling down your thighs to coat them in gooey, impossibly thick white liquid that cooled to the consistency of honey.
Finally, he pulled himself from you, collapsing onto the web beside you with heavy breaths rattling in his chest. Little dribbles of white still lazily oozed from his organs, sliding down his carapace. You shifted, turning over with a groan, hands on your heavily pregnant belly.
You reached out, clasping your hand around his. "Karniss." You murmured, full of nothing but warmth. Your head was empty, your mind oozing contented endorphins and hormones. Thoughts of the ship, of the Zhentarim, were dim and distant, slowly vanishing as the eggs, the seed, and the venom all asserted themselves. You were his mate. Nothing else mattered.
He squeezed your hand, turning his head to look at you with a fond, beatific smile. You were laying close, his face only inches from yours.
"You will bear our young, for her Majesty. And I will keep you, keep you full and pleasured." You nodded, smiling back. Cloudy lust and boundless joy bubbled together in you, your only thoughts now of him, of carrying his children.
"Yes, Karniss. I'm yours." You murmured, leaning forward to kiss him gently. "All yours. Forever."