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Darkness enveloped her, body compressed and mind sluggish. A terrible headache pounded her brain. She couldn’t move a limb, not even lift a finger. Where was she?
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A thick mass pressed down from all sides, constricting even her breath. It stuck and clung to her face, and the more she fought it, the stickier it got and the tighter it pressed all around.
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“They mustn’t struggle, Majesty, they should lie still, they will be restored, renewed, in just a while.”
A wash of memories unfolded at the sound of the voice. His voice.
An image of when G’eldra first saw Kar’niss swam into her mind's eye. A dark and shadowed figure approaching from the darkness, a monstrous body lit from above by his lantern, all-too-many legs clicking against the hard ground, revealing his nature and history, as clear as a high priest’s undeniable gospel. He was an abomination, a crime and its punishment given corporeal form - a walking testament of going against Lolth’s will and its inevitable consequences. He was half drow, half spider - a drider with the torso of a man protruding from the full body of an arachnid - and he was beautiful. She couldn’t deny it, the way his many eyes glimmered in the shine of the moonlantern he wielded like a shepherd’s staff. The way his white, unkempt hair fell in silver waves down his shoulders. The way he spoke, with deluded devotion and raptness, cowering and shielding himself from imagined commands and repercussions at every decision. He was truly lost and she longed to show him back on the path of righteousness. Back to the allure of Lolth’s web.
But She had cast him out. Somehow he must’ve gone against Her word and was therefore doomed to live a tainted life of repenting his sins, never to be again what he once was. And G’eldra was torn with herself at his presence, upset at his heretical worship of a false goddess, replacing what should be adoration for Lolth with ‘the Absolute’. She wanted to yell the teachings of Lolth at him when he spoke of his ‘Majesty’, hit him when he bowed down and prayed to an improper deity - to any other deity than the Spider Queen herself. Reprimand him for acting outside of his duties as a male drow, he should serve her if not Lolth herself, he should know his place. And yet despite herself, despite her upbringing and nature - she desired and pitied him. Desired his spider form, his beautiful seven eyed face and carapaced skin. Pitied his fractured mind, broken vows and erratic devotion. What was sadder than the potential of a true servant, lost to another’s false word?
She had told him as much, tentatively at first and only in mutters, mumbling counteracting prayers to Lolth and promising Her to right his wrongdoings. If by the end of their momentary alliance she hadn’t either brought him back to Lolth or forced him into submission, she would kill him. She had vowed to do so. And so, when she regrettably had to use the false goddess’ voice to command the useless goblins in their entourage, she had taken advantage of Kar’niss’s confusion. He couldn’t believe it at first, sputtering about sacrilege and heresy. G’eldra wore her Lolth worship like a badge of honor, represented in her clothing and the way she wore her hair, her web tattoos and way of life. To pair that with using the Absolute’s voice to force others to do her bidding seemed to cause a great discrepancy in poor Kar’niss’s head, and, to be frank, it did for G’eldra as well. But in order to reach Moonrise Towers she saw no other way than to use every advantage at hand, though she prayed for forgiveness and dedicated all her killings to Lolth in repentance. But Kar’niss had proved more difficult to convince of her allegiance with the Absolute than his herd of goblins, more suspicious and apprehensive. It took some days before he started averting his eyes when she passed him by, not from aversion but from reverence, and for him to start addressing her appropriately. Old habits seemed to return to him, and he came scuttling with his head bowed in the evenings, to share in her company as she sat by the campfire with her companions. They did not appreciate his participation, but it mattered little to her, as she felt that the progress she was making with him meant more than their discomfort.
However, she must have taken it too far too quickly. Feeling at the constraints around her, at the sticky mass pressing against her skin, memories of last night came crashing into her aching head. She had told him to follow her to a nearby cave, had used the tadpole to connect with his fragmented soul and gone so far as to lay a hand on his arachnid abdomen, leading him forward into the darkness. He held onto his lantern in a pained clutch, as if merely holding onto it linked him directly to his goddess, like a lifeline thrown to a drowning man. It was probably that which had unsettled him so, when G’eldra told him to set it aside in the narrow darkness. Its light would still shine on them in the small cave, but she needed his full attention away from the Absolute if she was to include him in what she had intended to be a ritual for Lolth, a reclaiming of Kar’niss back into the Queen’s service. She had lit the cavern with candles and placed her goddess’s own glowing stone candles in beautiful arrangements, all the while a nervous Kar’niss watched her with many eyes. She gave him disapproving glares when he muttered to his idol, and so eventually he stopped. He settled at comforting himself by rubbing his pedipalps together and stealing nervous glances at his precious lantern when he thought she wouldn’t notice.
G’eldra finished setting out her candles and stones in a webbed circle pattern, and sat down in the middle of it, channeling the spider at the center of the web. She brought the Spider’s Lyre out of her backpack. At the sight of it, Kar’niss sucked in a hissing breath and shied back, raising two front legs in apprehension, ready to either run or attack. His eyes were wide with fear as he pressed himself into the cave wall behind.
“Please…” He whispered. But G’eldra struck a low and haunting note. As it bounced off the cave walls and echoed in the massive stone, Kar’niss threw his hands over his ears and crawled in on himself, hissing and whimpering. Feeling sorry for him, but also knowing the comfort her song would bring, she continued plucking the strings with great care, letting a soft but compelling swell of swirling notes entangle and snare his mind. His breathing slowed as she whispered to her goddess, to their goddess, incanting Her with luring notes and calling upon Her power to help her show this lost drider home. Her fingers danced across the strings in a quicker lull, beckoning Kar’niss closer. The torn spider loosened the grip on his ears and slumped his shoulders. He had no choice but to give in. A sway in harmony with the melody of the Lyre gripped him, and he rocked his drow torso from side to side in a slow and tender remembrance. He crossed his arms around himself and hung his head while swaying, and slowly, with one of his eight legs at a time, crawled closer to her, keeping them bent and his body close to the ground. He came to a rest in front of her, taking care not to touch any of the candles or stones in the arrangement and slowly raised his head to meet her eyes in time with a crescendo of rapidly swelling notes. He was weeping freely, beautiful tears rolling down his cheeks and falling like glittering gemstones in the light of the moonlantern and Lolth’s candles. G’eldra felt immense satisfaction at his crying, his tears served as an emotional sacrifice to her goddess and as proof of his memories of days of worship to the Queen. The last note hung heavy in the air, reverberating through them both as she kept his gaze and put the lyre down in her lap. She reached out a sure hand and took his tear streaked cheek in her palm. He let her stroke his face but looked at her with uncertain eyes.
“Why are you doing this?” His voice was scarcely more than a whisper, his breaths shaky and ragged. But she heard someone else in his words, a shadow of what he was before. Even he remembered himself as he hastily added “My lady.” and averted his eyes. G’eldra brought up her other hand too and held his face gently in place, stroking his tears away with her thumbs. Her gaze on him was strong, possessive, but with a hint of sorrow at his sadness, an understanding of his despair. To be cast out from Lolth’s web and then be swept up in false comfort from another holy embrace - he must be truly desperate for guidance.
“To remind you of who you are. Of who you were.” She said and noticed that his spider eyes were dry where his drow eyes were weeping, only a gleaming black darkness reflected the flicker of candle flames. He shuddered as she traced the delicate eyelids of his extra eyes, forcing them closed and caressing their thin covers. He drew a shaky breath.
“I can never go back. There is no place in Lolth’s web for me anymore. I failed her and she has forsaken me. I can never be what I once was.” He turned his head away but she gripped his cheek and jaw with a firm but gentle hand and turned him back to look at her.
“Perhaps that is true. But I invite you back, Kar’niss. Give yourself to me, and be as close to Her as you’ll ever be.” She said with resolve and pushed her fingers into his hair behind his head, bringing him closer to her. He inhaled sharply at her suggestion and sighed as he leaned into her hand, closing his eyes and furrowing his brow in inner conflict. He kept them firmly shut as he whispered.
“You would claim me?”
G’eldra got up on her knees and leaned into him, pressing herself between his pedipalps and bringing her arms around his torso in a strong embrace. With her lips to his ear, she whispered.
“I would.”
But she must have misjudged his shudders and sighs of relenting, as he suddenly unfolded his arms and grasped at her, lifting her up with hard muscle and locking her in place with his pedipalps, his legs raising them both up to bring her into the air. With a snarl and flash of sharp teeth, he brought his fangs down hard into her neck. Cold fear rushed through her when she felt his venom inject in pulses into her bloodstream. She struggled against his grip and clawed at his back, but every heartbeat brought paralysis to her limbs and the numbness spread quickly from her chest to her face and arms, torso and legs. After only a moment, she could fight no more. He dropped her limp body to the ground in the middle of the ritual circle, knocking over candles and sending stones clattering over the cave floor. She stayed on her knees for a moment, before slumping to the side and falling over entirely. Eight legs clicked to stand over her body, Kar’niss possessively bent down over her to position himself for enwebbing her. But his eyes met hers just before the world went black, and she could swear that he wept as he whispered.
“Oh, Majesty, what have I done?”
*
Now, she felt prodding hands and sharp legs pick up her restrained and covered body from the cold floor and realized that he had wrapped her in his web and enclosed her in a cocoon. Disoriented and pained, she couldn’t tell what was happening other than that she was being spun around and positioned upright, feeling gravity at her feet. But she touched nothing, at least it felt like it, and after a while the tugging and prodding stopped. She must somehow be suspended, the way she felt weightless and supported at the same time. She couldn’t speak, but muffled sound escaped her confinement. The web was porous enough to let air through, but not enough for her panicked breathing and she felt light headed and warm.
“Shh, shh, no, don’t struggle. Don’t struggle. We… won’t hurt you.” Kar’niss voice echoed. They must still be in the cave. How much time had passed? Would the others be looking for her? No, they wouldn’t stray far from the campfire, the shadow-curse was too dangerous to risk it. She stopped moving and tried to think and listen instead. What was he planning? She knew that spiders enwebbed their prey before injecting it with nerve-poison and acid, then gorging on the melted contents of their carcass. And driders did feed on blood. However, she had not been stung by him yet and he promised not to hurt her. But if his promise held any merit could only remain to be seen. Furious in her restraints, she vowed to not go down without a fight, if she could manage to fight at all. At least she would die a death close to her goddess' symbolism and idols, wrapped in the gift of Her net. It was better than most could hope for.
A crash and clatter startled her, followed by Kar’nisses hissing and snarling.
“Idiot! Unworthy, sacrilegious, useless idiot. Yes, yes, my Queen, my majesty, I apologize, please, please, look, I’ll set it right, see, see…” His ramblings went on and G’eldra tried to make sense from the sounds of his movement and mutters. He was moving things around, and she could hear rock being dragged against rock, like a flint carving into granite, being scraped and etched. And then… silence. For a moment, she feared that he had left her entirely, to succumb to the shadows and whither away to die in madness. But then, a hand pressed her head back and another pulled at the web covering her mouth. A ripping sound followed by cool and blessed air met her lips. But he only tore open a hole for her mouth and pushed her head back further. She struggled to make her tongue work and her lips move, and realized that the paralysis was still affecting her. A wordless grunt escaped her instead.
“Shh, I know, I know, she must have patience, I- I’m sorry, here - drink.” He held her head tilted back and she heard him grunt and breathe in sharply before a warm liquid dribbled into her mouth. It was thick, and the metallic taste unmistakable. It was Kar’niss’ blood that ran down her throat. She couldn’t turn her head away and couldn’t make her mouth work enough to spit, so she was forced to reflexively swallow it or choke. He only let two mouthfuls spill before retracting what must be his bleeding arm and let go of her head. She heard him uncork a bottle, heard its contents slosh around. He cradled her head again and tilted it back and another fluid mixed with the blood still on her tongue. The bottle clucked as its contents streamed into her mouth, bursts of cold overflowing and spilling down her cheeks. This taste was a more welcome one, and she recognized the bitter and tart flavor of an antidote.
She swallowed greedily, but her airway protested as a few drops spilled wrong and she coughed and sputtered. Kar’niss stopped pouring and fussed with the web around her face, tearing at the tightly spun threads. G’eldra felt the agency of her muscles slowly return from the antidote. Her lips and tongue finally obeyed her.
“Get me out of here or face Her wrath.” She growled. He paused, startled.
“Yes, yes, just a moment, a moment, my - my Queen…”
Queen? She was no queen, if any titles were warranted, it was ‘lady’ or ‘mistress’. But she didn't want to dissuade him from getting her out, so she remained quiet, licking her lips from blood and potion as Kar’niss finally tore the web open enough for her whole face to be free. Blinking against the light, faint though it was, she took in the scene in front.
Kar'niss had hoisted her up high in the air, and he hung above her, balancing on thick threads and strands of web, spun in a beautiful pattern, crossing itself in wonderful geometry. She turned her head around, and much to her suspicion, she was positioned in the center of the massive creation, and below her was a mirroring web drawn on the ground, carved into the rock, white lines illuminated by her candles and Lolth’s glowing stones. The webs gleamed milky white in the flames and purple light, and she marveled at the craftsmanship and accurate worship. Kar’niss bent down to poke and pull at the web under her chin, making a tear going down her neck and shoulders, almost freeing her arms. His hair hung over her head and she could feel his warm breath on her face. It smelled of blood.
“Did you… did you make all this?” She inquired, voice hoarse and harsh. She cleared her throat and struggled to get out of the cocoon, but only managed to make it cling heavier to her arms.
“Still, be still my Queen…” He muttered, stealing frightened glances at her eyes, looking like he was unsure if he wanted to free her further or not, but his fingers worked still, and he shifted his many legs to bend down lower to grip the web around her torso and pull it apart. He used a clawed index finger to slice a gash along her midsection and pulled it up, reaching her neck and releasing the tension over her arms. She pulled them free, but her movements were sluggish and weak. She wanted to tear at the drider for his transgression of immobilizing her like this, rip his hair and spit in his face for humiliating her, but she only managed to lift a hand to his chest and bury her nails in his hard skin. He shuddered and pulled back at the touch, but reached out a tentative hand toward her face, asking for permission to touch her with wide eyes of reverence.
“My- my Queen - I… Yes, this!” He pulled his hand back at her scorn and gestured out over the web, the carvings on the ground and the rearranged candles. He looked back at her, expectant.
“I made this, a creation, from my useless hands and body… please… let it please you.” He averted his eyes and bowed his head. She considered the beautiful spider silk mesh and dutiful Lolth iconography. In any other situation, it would please her enough. But semi-paralyzed and partially ensnared, it did little to calm her fury.
“Get me out and set me down.” She ordered coldly. His hands and body reacted before she had finished, he reached out to hold her behind her back as he sliced the web further down her abdomen and to the side of her legs. She couldn't entirely lift or move them yet, and realizing this at the same time as her, Kar’niss’ breath caught and he looked truly horrified. Apology was written all over his face.
“Will you allow me to lift you, Majesty?” He said low, almost whispering. G’eldra nodded once, figuring it was the only way. So he climbed around the threads of his web, lowered himself and reached into the cocoon and under her back and legs, loosening her from the grip of the threads and lifting her into the air. Instinctively, she held onto him around his carapaced shoulders. But he didn’t move to set her down, he just held her. He seemed astonished, incredulous at her body in his arms, like he couldn’t believe what he was doing. Before she could repeat her order, he spoke again.
“My Queen - I, you can’t - I won’t set you down just yet. You can’t stand, please, let me heal you, let me make this up to you.” His words were a nervous jumble and she felt a tug of attraction at his fear, despite her anger. But she had to set one thing straight. So she reached up and guided his face to look at hers.
“Lolth is your queen. Our queen. Don’t let your faith be misguided.” She spoke with a clear and sure tone, with words that her tongue had formed many times before. He writhed his head at her words, expression pained and haunted. He shifted her weight to hold her out from his body.
“I can’t - She won’t have me. Please, allow me…” He started and looked down at her to meet her eyes. “Allow me to worship Her through you. If you would still claim me, let me do unto you that which She would ask of me, let me…” He trailed off, fearful of his own request. Or maybe it was G’eldra’s expression of doubt that stopped him, as she considered his words with difficulty. She wanted to claim him as hers and to lead him back to faith, but to claim Lolth’s place as her own in his mind and worship? It felt sacrilegious. Surely, it wasn’t right. But then, what were her choices? And wasn’t that just a clearer wording of what her intentions had been? And she wanted him to serve her… She took his face in her hand once more.
“Serve me, then. Heal me, as you are the cause of my ailment. Submit to me, like you ought to have done from the beginning. But call me nothing but ‘lady’ or ‘mistress’.” Her eyes pierced his and he exhaled with relief. He had a new superior.
“Yes! Yes, I - immediately, of course, mistress. Your pulse, to quicken the flow of blood, to let muscle be revived, I should… I could…” He held her closer and she saw the memories of his past flash behind his eyes as they darkened with desire. Like she thought, he had been no different than the male drow she had laid claim to before and he knew how to serve. His likeness to her deepest, darkest fantasies of arachnid rituals made her cheeks flush and heart beat. Heat pooled to her groin as Kar’niss shifted her body to be held up by his pedipalps, freeing his arm to reach up and touch her face. A flash of red caught her eye and she saw deep gashes of sundered flesh on his forearm. Was it from where he had poured blood in her mouth earlier? She took it in her hand and he flinched.
“This. Why?” She demanded. He looked as if he… blushed.
“A… sacrifice. To you. My body’s strength… what little I can give - is yours.” He said low and she brought his hand to her face. A clawed thumb traced her lip and she realized he wiped away blood that stained it. She felt a rush go through her body. His plan to get her muscles back was already working. But she would not let it end so soon.
“Undress me, drider.” Her intent was clear. His eyes widened, lips curled with excitement. He shifted her to hold her body up only with his pedipalps, letting her legs dangle in the air. She awed at the strength of his arachnid limbs as his drow hands eagerly tugged at the lacing of her shirt, unraveling the strings and pulling it over her head. Cold air met her skin and his breathing quickened as his eyes traveled over her naked torso, fixating on her breasts. Confident in her skin and knowing how to flaunt her body, she let him observe as she traced her stomach with long pale fingers, bringing them up to her breasts and cupping them, presenting them to him. She gave him a wry smile and smacked his hand away as he reached it up to touch her. She shook her head at his surprised look and laughed.
“Your mouth.” Her words were no suggestion. He obeyed well, and when he leaned down to kiss her chest she grabbed his hair with one hand and stroked his neck and carapaced shoulder with the other. His skin was cool and rough with bumps and ridges that felt good to glide her fingers over. She sighed and leaned back when his lips found her nipple, circling it with a greedy tongue. He moaned with her when he sucked it, a small needy sound that drove her mad. The sight of him bowed down and adoring her breasts sent a wave of desire to her thighs and groin. She wanted more.
“Set me down.” She said, wanting more control on the ground. He pulled his head back and looked over his own shoulder, turning his body in a way to reach his arachnid abdomen with one of his fore-legs. His voice was suddenly stable and smooth as he turned back to her.
“I know another way, if you’ll let me.” He said and she watched as he pulled his leg back to the front, a silk thread dangling from its tip, being spun and pulled out of him as he held it up further. He reached to take it with his hands twining it in his fingers and looking up at her expectantly.
“If you’ll allow me to suspend you, mistress. Only momentarily.” He promised, and hoisted her closer to him with his pedipalps. The sight of the silk excited her. She put her hands on his chest, and curious to see what he had in mind, indicated her consent by leaning into him and pressing her lips to his neck.
“Mmm…” He sighed and, to her surprise, took her wrists in his hands, and bound them together with quick fingers. She looked down with distrust as he tugged on a knot. Sensing her suspicion, he picked up an end piece and tore it off.
“It’s very thin, you can rip it apart if you like.” He assured her and carried her away, legs gracefully traversing the web, to anchor a thread going from her bound hands to a thick and major link at the top of his mesh. He then slowly climbed down again, and put his hands on her arms to guide them over her head, as he lowered himself and slowly suspended her, still supporting her with his pedipalps. As he sank lower he reached down to her trousers, and with impressively nimble movements for such clawed fingers, undid their ties and carefully tugged them down. He looked up at her for permission. She gave him a half-smile and wriggled her hips. The smile he gave her back was one of wonder and appetite as he yanked her trousers down and pulled them off entirely, letting them single down to the ground. He could not be bothered to look up at her again to ask about removing her underwear, but simply reached a hand inside. She shuddered and groaned at his touch, apprehensive at his claws but longing for pleasure. He slid his hand down lower and two fingers split her lips apart as another carefully felt at her warmth between. She was already wet, and thrust herself into his hand to encourage him. But he slid his hand out again, and she barely had time to protest before he tugged her underwear off completely and hoisted her up with his arms under her backside and positioned himself between her legs, bringing her hips up level to his face. Open and displayed in front of him, she reveled in his apparent flustered state and wondered if spiders experienced the same painful arousal at waiting for their turn. It seemed that way, and he looked up at her as he neared her eager body. She arched her back, showing him all of her, inviting him to please her. Her restraints were comfortable enough, and she held on to the string above her as his lips met hers below. He kissed her first, and she felt his breath against her skin, warm with wanting. His tongue was soft and wet and met her warmth with a slow lick. She moaned and pushed herself into him. The touch sent desire pulsing through her and he moved his tongue up and down, finding her most sensitive spot. But lacking precision, he sought to spread her further, and reached up his pedipalps to carefully spread her lips apart. She looked down at the drider as he moved into her again, and knowing that he used his arachnid self to easier please her made her lightheaded. His many legs, his large abdomen and his beautiful drow body serviced her and it was all she could do to pray to Lolth in thanks.
“Mistress… G’eldra…” He breathed between licks and sucking. “You are delicious.” He plunged his tongue into her depth and his nose grinded against her most sensitive spot. She would come like this. She wanted to come like this. Her breathing accelerated and she moved in tune with his worship, as he moaned a soft prayer into her. He increased his pace when he noticed her ecstasy rising and swirled his tongue in quick circles high up. He pressed her closer to him and worked his mouth with unrelenting skill. Her pleasure rose to a crescendo and she whined with lust and need as the orgasm rolled over her in waves. Kar’niss moaned with her as she came, taking pleasure in hers. When her hips sunk down again, seeking relief from his touch, he pressed his lips to the insides of her thighs, placing soft and adoring kisses on the smooth and sensitive skin. As her breathing calmed down he looked up at her with adoration, lips wet and gleaming in the candlelight.
“Come here.” She breathed, and he shifted to hold her with his pedipalps again, moving his legs up in the net to come face to face with her. He reached up to cut the string holding her arms up with a claw and she slumped over him, putting her arms around his neck as she fell down. Feeling like he deserved it, and wanting to taste herself on his lips, she leaned in to kiss him. It took him by surprise and she had to push his head to her to prevent him from pulling back. Her still bound hands tangled in his silver hair, and she tugged at it slightly, as she forced his lips open with her tongue. He relented, and met her greed with obedient yearning, letting her bite and lick as she liked. He put one hand on her hip and another behind her back, bringing her in closer. When she took his tongue between her teeth he groaned and panted, and she wondered at his response below. Remembering that the silk around her hands was supposedly weak, she pulled her hands apart with a decisive tug, and like he’d promised, her hands came apart. She put a hand by his neck, tracing the divot between his clavicles and dragging it down his chest and stomach, kissing him with hunger as she reached the place where a regular drow would have been considerably hard at this point. But she found only a split in his carapace and he pulled away from her to breathe in sharply.
“Mistress I - I don’t know if… you would like…” He stuttered, suddenly unsure of himself. But she kept fondling and prodding at the crevice she knew could open up to unfold and expose him. She was not new to drider anatomy, though she had never been with one before, she had seen pictures in books.
“Don’t hide yourself from me. You’re mine.” She said, looking him in the eye with unyielding command. He swallowed and lowered his gaze, turning his face away and leaning back, pushing his hips forward. As he did so, the carapace split and retracted itself to the sides, revealing soft flesh underneath and a protruding length that she coaxed forward with curious fingers. It had the same color as his drow skin, a pale gray that got a pinkish tint as it tapered to a soft point. Ridges and valleys spoke of its retractableness and she admired it for a moment, before taking it in her hand, wanting to know how it felt. He bit back a moan as she did, his face still turned to the side, hair hiding his alluring features. She wanted to see his reactions.
“Kar’niss.” She said. “Look at me.” And he turned to face her, slowly, eyes pleading and face flushed. She stroked him slowly, up and down and he whimpered helplessly, seemingly unused to the sensation, but grinding into her hand nonetheless. She admired his body, his fullness in her hand, the sensation of his unusual skin, the sight of his wanting expression.
“You’re beautiful.” She said low and leaned in to kiss him. He moaned then and to both of their surprises, a sticky lubrication slowly welled out of him, like a runnier silk, stringy and wet. She looked down to see. He hadn’t come fully, this was just to ease the process, and she let it glide between her fingers, wetting them and letting them slide over the tip of his length. He shuddered and twitched, aching for more, as she teased around his head.
“Please…” He begged. “Please!” He leaned his head on her shoulder, incapable of controlling himself. His legs bucked and shuddered, his grip around her becoming unreliable. She let go of him, and he whined in response, robbed of any sensation. She shushed him gently.
“Shh, set me down on the ground first, and we’ll continue.” She promised, and he hurried to comply.
He held her close to his chest as they descended and sat her down gently in the web he’d drawn on the ground. Her ritual circle had been expanded, but they were still in the middle of the process. She wanted to own him fully, in the eyes of her goddess. Finally feeling the ground under her feet, she had more power over what to do. She backed out of his embrace and he struggled at the sudden lack of contact. But she wanted to see him from all angles and consider her approach. So she circled him, naked as they both were in the dim candlelight of the cave, beholding him like an art piece. He followed her with his eyes, uncertain of her intentions. She walked up to him from behind, and reached out to touch his large abdomen. He turned his torso to look at her, and a shudder stirred under her palm as she traced her hand down and under his abdomen, caressing his undercarriage down to where it started to taper off. He realized what she was looking for and opened his mouth to say something, but when her fingers found the soft silk gland and caressed it gently, he seemed to lose the ability to speak. Remembering the stickiness of the web, she recalled a set of gloves in her belongings. She pulled her hand away and held up another to indicate for Kar’niss to wait, as she strode over to her bag and pulled out her set of black spidersilk gloves. They fit snugly and tightly around her fingers and wrists. She flexed her fingers, knowing that the fabric would allow her to touch the silk without it sticking to her. She walked back up to him and stroked under his abdomen again, finding the gland quickly this time. He looked back at her with nervous expectation.
“Spin me a web, drider. And not a thin one.”
She commanded, and his eyes widened. But oh, she reveled in his obedience, as he arched his arachnid back slightly and she could feel the gland pulse and open, allowing her to catch the warm and beautiful strand that emerged. He sucked in a breath as she tugged at it, and to her satisfaction, it seemed to torment and please him just as she had hoped. She took the string in both hands and collected it, playing with it between her fingers. A vision took shape in her mind.
“Lie down for me.” She said. “On the side, if you can.”
He lowered himself, legs arranging themselves to make place for his body to reach the ground. She put a hand on one of the legs closest to her and stroked it reassuringly. The string followed her movements and she wrapped it once around his leg, testing her thought.
“Fold them in.” She demanded, and he looked at her questioningly, but pulled his legs in so that all their points touched each other and they all bent to form a pretty bouquet of arachnid limbs. Tugging slightly at the web, and hearing a satisfying whimper from Kar’niss, she wound the silk around the ends of his legs, wrapping and binding them together. He caught on to her intention and shifted himself to accommodate her endeavor. Pleased with herself and admiring his bondage, she coaxed some more silk out of him, squeezing at his gland and massaging near the hole. He shuddered and quivered at her touch and movements, little whimpers and moans escaping his lips. She wound the silk around her wrist, collecting it, and walked around to his drow body.
“Put your arms above your head.” Her tone was firm and he obliged, supporting himself on the side of his torso and upper arm, reaching his arms above. She sat down on her knees in front of him and reached over and around him to bind his arms together, wrapping the silk around them multiple times. He wouldn’t be able to tug himself free like she had. Letting the string continue from his bound arms, she got up and walked back to his bound legs and attached the string there, ending her bondage with a hard and decisive knot. She had very effectively rendered him entirely helpless. He tugged slightly at his bonds, testing their strength. He couldn’t get anywhere. He had only one choice - to submit completely to her whim. She went over to his abdomen and prodded for more silk and gathered a fistful to hold on to. He looked over his shoulder at her and she met his eyes before yanking mercilessly at his thread. He gave a surprised yelp and cramped in on himself, face distorted in pain. She patted his abdomen to soothe him.
“Shh, little spider. You’re doing so well for me.” He opened his tear-filled eyes at that and looked at her with fearful reverence and pleading.
“I am?” He whispered.
She walked over to his torso once more, silk thread following her in one gloved hand, and sat down on her knees again, caressing his cheek with the other hand.
“Yes. Look at you. You’re all mine, aren’t you?” She said and looked at the sadistic display she had created. Kar’niss pressed his face into her palm.
“Yes. Yes, I am yours.”
She tugged at the gloved fingers of her right hand and pulled the glove off, to better feel his skin. He closed his eyes as she traced the hand down his chest and stomach again, and reached his still hard and slick appendage. He moaned as she gripped it again, a pained and weak sound, that made desire pool at her groin once more. But she had no intention for her own pleasure again and focused on making her fingers wet with his excitement instead. He shifted uncomfortably in his restraints, and she moved herself so he could lean his head on her lap and pull himself into her, letting her reach him easier and allowing him to be close. His hair tickled her thigh and his breath was warm on her skin as he panted quickly. He wouldn’t last very long, she could tell by the way he pulsated and rutted into her hand, begging for release. This pleased her, she wanted to see him give in completely. She moved her hand in sure, fast strokes and then paused to hold his head between her thumb and forefinger, massaging at the most sensitive point. Kar’niss whole body convulsed and writhed as she toyed with him. She tugged at the string she held in her gloved hand, attached to his gland and abdomen at the other side. He groaned and opened his mouth to speak, she didn’t even have to tell him to do it, begging came naturally to him.
“Mistress, please - please, I…” He trailed off into a moan as she slid up and down him again, tugging slightly at the thread.
“Please, what?” She purred, taking great pleasure in seeing him desperate.
“Please! Oh, please don’t stop, please-” He thrust hard into her hand, shaking and nearing his completion.
“Are you going to come for me, my drider? My Kar’niss?” She spun the words like a song, and beckoned his response with hard, finishing strokes. She held the string from his abdomen taught. He had tears in his eyes and pleaded beautifully.
“Yes - please, please…” His words turned to a whimper as she increased her pace just a little more, enough to push him over. He convulsed hard as he reached his peak, the orgasm coming down on him like a cascading waterfall. He spilled in hard pulses over himself and the ground, long strands of stringy and runny silk and seed mixing together in a beautiful white mess. He groaned and breathed hard, chest rising and falling. She stroked the last out of him until he begged her to stop with his body, writhing away from her grip. She held on to him, but stopped the strokes and just felt his length twitch and pulse as its sensitivity increased. She let go of his web and caressed the head of his length gently as he came down and he shuddered and flinched at the cruel touch.
“There.” She said, playing with his release. “All mine.”
Kar’niss mumbled something into her lap and she bent down to hear him clearer.
“...Thank you. Thank you… my Que- mistress.” He righted himself. G’eldra chuckled and stroked his hair out of his face. She was glad to have brought her backpack, as she would surely be spending the rest of the night in the cave, with Kar’niss. Coming to rest next to her newly converted and most devout follower seemed a heavenly thought after having exhausted themselves like this. She soothed his spent body with caresses and a gentle voice. She spoke the words that he seemed to yearn for most.
“You did good.”