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A magical explosion blazed in the chamber, sending the gigantic horned skeleton scattering across the floor. Avril lowered her staff, looking past the crumbling bones to the big stone arch. It was flanked by natural stalgmites and opened on a cavern beyond. The woman huffed, catching her breath and then made toward the entrance to the heart of the mountain. She had arrived at the center of one of the most brutal dungeons in the known world. It's floors were packed with all manner of dreadful monsters and traps, pushing her to her absolute limits. Yet here she was.

The treasure here wasn't of the usual gold and silver piles. It was simply said that only the most powerful of female mages would be able to get to the end. The mere reputation of having walked here would be enough reward on its own, nevermind the ancient secrets that might be contained here.

A smooth path wound through the natural cave system's spiky landscape, leading on for some time until it rose sharply in stairsteps around a giant rock pillar. Its top was flattened and torch light flickered far over the caverns. As Avril reached the top, the darkness seemed to pool up around the ledge like a vast black ocean. Pillars stood in a circle around a dais, all carved with weblike patterns and inset with glowing green gemstones that gave the impression of shiny eyed spiders lurking in the dark.

A drider emerged from the darkness, approaching from the far end of the hexagonal dais. Her lower spider half was black and shiny, while her upper was a lilac skinned humanoid with her perky breasts covered by cups of raw white silk. Her black hair was tied in a set of buns. She looked to Avril as if she had been expecting the woman.

"Ah! We have another champion of the dungeon. Congratulations,"

"Thank you," Avril said, "I can scarcely believe I'm here,"

The drider smiled, "And you'll be wanting to see what all the fuss is about then? The diety of this place is my very own father and he will be pleased to meet you,"

Before the two of them, the darkness seemed to move in ways Avril couldn't quite describe. The shadows seemed to take on physical form, swaying and bulging outward. When they split aside, Avril realized those were not shadows but the stirring of huge curtains of jet black spiderwebs. Eight glowing blue orbs appeared above the dais as the great beast stepped forward.

It was a massive spider that considered Avril, bringing its front half into the light as two of its limbs reached out to either side. The creature could have easily embraced a house. A voice rumbled out from beneath its shifting hairy mandibles.

"Yes...a worthy specimen. Warm,"

One of the limbs touched Avril and curled slightly around her, running the finer points of the appendage through her long amber hair. The chamber was dead silent as the limb slid down her body, hooking a sickle shaped claw on the back of her robes. The sound of slicing fabric echoed as her robes fell off her body. The garment crumpled around her sandaled feet and painted toes. There was a light snap and her panties fell to the floor next, followed by the two halves of her bra.

Cold chitin slid across the curve of her body, probing at her here and there. The curving ends of the limb crackled as it caressed her head and began to move over her scalp. Her hair started falling to the floor, and with just a few passes she was now entirely bald.

Now the darkweaver lifted the naked hairless woman carefully in its foremost limbs, and brought her up to its mandibles. Something slimy and sticky pressed against her chest, right between her breasts. There was a thick glob of webbing stuck to her. It worked her around slowly, wrapping the webbing methodically around from head to toe. Once she looked akin to a mummy with a couple layers, the spider folded her legs up bringing her ankles to her ears and then it began to spin her again. In this manner, the woman was packed ever tighter in a coccon of webbing. The slimy coating on the web seemed to be soaking warmly directly into her skin and making it more malleable.

At last the darkweaver was finished. Avril had been packed and compressed into a cylindrical mass in the webbing. He could feel the warmth radiating out from the vessel and this excited him. These warm blooded creatures were perfect for serving as incubators, they just needed a little modification first so as not to go running off.

He lowered her down, bringing the entrance to her womb up against the hard and chitinous appendage on his lower body. The black, shiny shaft was larger than she was. Fortunately the alchemical substance in the web made her flexible enough for the job. As he lowered her onto the head of his ovipositor, her entire body stretched outward to fit around the head. He could feel her quivering, squeezing her body on the giant cock. He began to move her back and forth, bulging her body out and then leaving it deflated only to ram her farther down with each stroke.

Whatever Avril had to say about all this, she could no longer express. Her human form was gone now. She could only enjoy the ride on the darkweaver's cock and nothing more. From the clenching of her body and the squirting fluids he could tell she wasn't exactly opposed to the untold pleasure being pumped into her. It made sense, as her new form was mostly made up of her reshaped pussy.

His first slimy and softshelled egg emerged, sticking to the walls of her womb. He drew her back slowly each time he deposited an egg, making sure that every bit of available space in her body was filled with one of his offspring. His appendage popped out of her, trailing a line of fluid between them. Lifting her up, he inspected his incubator. Her cylindrical body was now visibly bulging outward with the load of implanted eggs.

This was the part that was conveniently left out of the old legend about this dungeon. Only the most powerful of female mages could enter- and bear the darkweaver's offspring.

Down in the depths of the caverns, the darkweaver found space for his latest incubator on a rock shelf. He tucked her in between the others and took a moment to admire the sight. Rows of former women now serving him faithfully. The darkweaver moved off into the caves, to await the next lucky incubator.