Wolf Spider 2
#11 of High Fantasy
Deep in the forest, a male spider-taur knows what he has to do. He has to breed a female, but the only female around is an imposing brood mother who could spell his doom if he's not careful.
This is is a collaborative commission between me and King Nothing. The plot is by him, and we wrote scenes of this, which KN brought together.
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Spiders, thousands of newly-hatched, skittering spiders flee frantically from the deepest recesses of the forest, eager to make their way in the world as the apex predators of arachnid kind. All rational creatures know to stay very far away from the spider's lair, but desperation makes them come here anyway. Among the newcomers is a spider-folk himself. The thin and untoned man, if one could call him that, hunched over, his forelegs wrapped around his chest. He is no different than the others who came here for the same reason, and he has no delusions of a safe and happy ending. But his whole life has come to this moment.
He creeps along the forest floor, keeping his many eyes open for any glimmer of silk, for he doesn't want to get trapped before he reaches his goal.
It isn't long before he finds it. Laying upon the ground, the female's bulbous backside quivering in need even as she sleeps soundly, snoring loudly, the brood mother of the forest rests.
The young stud gulps, approaching her gently, his arms quivering as he reaches for a single touch of that ass, knowing that he would have to be quick if he were to survive. He licks his lips, letting out ragged breaths. Between his legs, his meager length pulsates with need, but he climbs up her like he was on the precipice of a steep cliff. He bites his lips, his heart beating through his chest, sweat beading up on his forehead as he lines himself up. He's about to do it. He's about to have the brood mother and to be the father of another set of skittering spiders. The excitement of this primal need overrides any survival mechanism. This is why he has lived for so long. This is the culmination of all of his life. His only purpose, his reason to exist.
He pushes himself into her, hardly getting inside the needy, thirsty hole. Though, for him, it is enough. The male thrusts into her. He lets out weak little grunts of the manling he is, his cries more like the whines of a hungry cat than a man, each of them barely perceptible, even to the woman who lays there, dreaming of her next clutch of eggs.
He thrusts more into her, his forelegs reaching down, but his smaller form unable to hold onto her because he is so tiny compared to her immense size. It takes all of his willpower just to hold onto her bulbous butt, but he keeps it up. That is, of course, until he nears his completion.
His mind clouded by the need to cum, he doesn't notice when she shifts in her sleep. The poor spider scrambles, scratching at her back as he clambers for any sort of hold. It is too late, he falls onto his back, shooting his load up into the air, and spilling it over his body in a pathetic, pearly mess.
The pathetic whine of orgasm reaches the brood mother's ears, and she snorts and shakes her head. Lifting her body up and yawning, she shows off her actual towering size against the backdrop of the tiny male. She turns around, sleepily smacking her lips, but stopping once she sees him lying there, legs splayed, body on pathetic display.
She frowns when she sees him, giant legs stomping by his head, keeping him underneath of her. From this angle, he can see her large and multiple heaving breasts quivering with a need he had not anticipated. Her wide grin flashes toothy and domineering as she looms over him. "What's this?" She coos, "another little spiderling who thinks that he's a man? You got yourself all tuckered out trying to fuck me, and I didn't feel a thing."
He whimpers underneath her, but he holds his legs out and open, his dick hard again, coated in his lubricating cum. Part of him wishes he could run, but more of him knows this is where he's meant to be for the rest of his life.
She lowers herself upon him, practically smothering him between her multiple warm breasts. She crashes her abdomen against him, her sex taking in his shaft once more. She closes her eyes, huffing and rocking her hips, slamming over and over onto him in primal rutting grunts. "Uh, uh, you call that... a... a cock!?" she teases. "I've birthed babies with bigger dicks than you! You think you can make me pregnant with this repugnant thing?"
He groans, rocking his hips up against her, the humiliation actually spurring him on to copulate with her.
"Ooh, if only my husband could see me now," she groans, rolling her eyes back. "He was a real stud, a spider who'd tie me down and fuck my lights out. Mmmm. And his cock was so fucking, big. What are you, a child? No. There just aren't any more spiders that can satisfy me. And I've tried other races, too, oh yes!" she groans, taking her legs and tilting his head over. He can peer off from under her chest to see skeletons tied up in her webs--adventurers and monsters of all races, long gone and fucked dry. That, too, will be his fate, and he continues to fuck her.
Each crash into his body pains him, but he loves it, groaning out and wanting more until finally, he goes all the way inside her, shooting up into her womb with one last whimpering groan.
She slows down her humping, only to pull up and look down between his legs, where his dick goes limp, his jizz spilling out of her with too much speed. "Fucking hell..." she snarls. "Another weak little man who can't breed me," she says.
He pants, shaking his head, about to say something, but she shrugs. "Ah, no matter," she says. "I can feed my other pangs of hunger, so it isn't a problem."
His eyes widen, and he looks up at her. Her mouth widens, saliva dripping down from sharp teeth as she loom over him, giving him a very predatory and fitting sight before he faints.