Wolf Spider 3
#12 of High Fantasy
The broodmother spider has finished mating with a pathetic spider male, but she is left unsatified. While off on a trip to get something to eat, she runs into a forbidden scent, of wolf and of sex. Which of her hungers will she give in to when she confronts the wolf?
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After that disappointing display of mating, the spider leaves the washed-up form of the spider boy and makes her way away from her lair to other parts of the forest. Perhaps, there are more and better males in different hunting grounds. Possibly, these males can satisfy her kink for strong and virile men with the commanding presence and size of a female like herself.It is through this pilgrimage that she eventually sniffs something in the air--a musk the likes of which she had never encountered before. Still, it is also accompanied by the stink of a wolf. Nuisances at best, these pack hunters often scared away the best food in the forest, so her kind usually kept as far away as they could. Curiosity fills her. So, she climbs up a tree and observes from the canopy.
The scent is nearby, but it uses this area a lot. If she were to make a web, she should easily be able to catch it. So, humming to herself, she spins a nearly invisible trap for the next prey to make its way through. Perhaps, it will be a tasty morsel to fill her up after unsuccessful breeding. Probably, instead, it will be a new potential mate, one that could actually fit her criteria.
What she finds, though, is a deer, running from something in the forest. Her fangs salivate at the sight of the doe and her plump body. She lowers herself down, ready to snatch up the creature once it runs into her web.
The doe runs right up towards where the net is, only for a howl to break through the forest. Her ears perk up, and she spins around, running in the opposite direction.
"No!" The spider hisses, her meal denied. But, she doesn't give chase, as the sound of foliage breaking tells her something else is on the way.
Of course, a wolf. Always ruining her plans. He bounds through the foliage and makes a straight line towards the doe, only to collide right into the web. His girth and his leg strength are much too much for the webbing, and he collapses through it, sticky things tugging at his fur as he tumbles on the ground.
He snarls and snaps and bites, trying to pull the strands off of him, and he will get it soon, if it isn't for the giant arachnid that hops from the tree, pinning him down.
"Look at this tasty morsel!" she chitters, legs working on weaving a deadly web around his body. "You'll be perfect for me to sate my hunger after you got rid of that lovely treat!"
"That was mine!" he snaps back, teeth almost hitting her face. She pulls back, taking a deep breath to chuckle, but pauses, stopping her spinning.
He takes this opportunity to push up from under her. He shoves against her soft underbody, pressing arm and shoulder against her breasts, and toppling her over onto her back. He then moves to pounce, but stops himself, staring wide-eyed at the sight before him.
Her quivering supple form lays underneath of him, and she blushes under her compound eyes, her mouth agape as she gazed over his masculine body. "That... you're..." she breathes.
But he doesn't let her finish. Instead, he crawls on top of her, grabbing a couple of her legs and pinning them down. His canine cock swells already, shaking his head. "Stupid spider," he growls. "I can't think straight!" He presses that shaft against slippery sex.
The spider shakes her head, breathing quickly. "Ah... wh... what is this feeling? No!" She snaps at him, biting at his neck. "I will not be humiliated by a fluffy lupine youngling!"
"I am a man, you hag!" he barks back, rubbing the cock along her folds to tease her further. "Do you need more proof?"
She pulls her mouth back, legs wrapping around him, pushing at his back and his butt "Yes!" she calls out.
The urging is enough to press him forward, to have his rocket slide into her snatch. Her body quivers underneath of him, and she lets out a little chittering groan. "N... no man could... can ever satisfy me!"
"I'm not doing this for you!" he grunts, tilting his head back and beginning to pound into her.
Breasts jiggle, and bodies shift on the ground from the sheer force of his thrusts into her. Insults melt away into incoherent groans from the pace that he sets. He is unlike any male she has faced before. He is in control, and he takes what he wants when he wants it.
She is not like any female he met before. She isn't immediately screaming from having an enormous cock stretch out her insides. In fact, he had never felt such an easy slide in and out before.
So, instead of fighting to the death, the two rut there. Their legs wrap around in a hug more than a clutch, and hands pull in a large round body up against a furry, muscled one, squishing breasts and balls to warm, thrusting bodies. At the same time, their prey runs off to live a happy and productive life.
The wolf finds the pressure building up inside of him. He thinks of the wolves he has ruined with his seed and pulls back. He isn't going to destroy this creature's chance of breeding with her own kind, after all.
She closes her legs around him, shoving him forward. In his ear, she moans, "fill me!" And he cannot help but comply.
He howls once more, shooting deep into her womb. He fears the idea of making her burst, of shooting his cock out from all the pressure. Still, while tons and tons of cum fill into her, she does not scream in pain. She moans in pleasure, legs rubbing over her stomach, feeling the inflation of usable sperm going into her tank.
It is when he sees this that he wonders to himself if this, right here, is what love feels like?