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Leaning casually against a tree, one clawed hand rubbing his bulging stomach, and the other vigorously stroking his cock, Rond moans in pleasure as his latest meal, a human male, gives a few last weak kicks before expiring. A euphoric howl erupts from his muzzle, as the 10 foot tall black furred werewolf cums hard. Several large ropes of seed erupt from his throbbing, red erection and paint the ground in front of him. Letting out a contented sigh as his orgasm tapers off, Rond sinks down into a sitting position, his cock retreating back into its sheath. There is now one less adventurer in the world trying to hunt him down.

“Of course, when these fools do come after me, I'm always the one that ends up doing the hunting." The werewolf chuckles to himself, while continuing to rub the quickly shrinking bulge in his abdomen. “ That makes 20 of them now. It's good to be a werewolf. My metabolism is so fast that I can eat as many of these fools as I want and don't ever have to worry about becoming fat or slow." Letting out one last belch, Rond gets to his feet. Just as he does, a large shadow flashes across the ground. It is accompanied by an angry, ferocious sounding, roaring voice.

“COME OUT AND FACE ME LYCANTHROPE! I HEARD YOUR HOWLING, I KNOW YOU'RE HERE. YOU'VE EATEN TOO MANY OF MY FRIENDS! IT'S TIME I PUT YOU WERE YOU BELONG!"

Rond winces, that would be Golshaleron, a gold scaled dragon with fierce emerald eyes . The reptile is about the size of two very large horses. He is always accompanied by his rider and mate, an anthro fox named Norlen . Despite having soft orange fur and an adorable bushy tail, the fox is every bit as deadly as the dragon he rides . Wielding a heavily enchanted spear, he is able to take on nearly any foe. The couple are the most powerful and prominent members of the local adventure's guild. Ever since he ha d left the Werewood and begun to hunt closer to civilization, Rond had been seeing more and more of the dangerous pair. Apparently more then one of the idiots he had eaten had been friends with them , and now they wanted his head. It wasn't just the dragon and his rider who want him dead though. The local magistrate had put a bounty on the werewolf's head, complete with wanted posters.

He know s that he really should be more careful. That he had been stirring the pot too much, but Rond can't help himself. The ever hungry werewolf enjoys the thrill of luring out those who would try to hunt him down. He also enjoys listening to the pleas as they realize what a horrible mistake they have made. And he loves feeling them squirm and kick in his stomach after he swallows the poor fools down.

_ “_ Still, the last time that stupid fox and his pet dragon caught up to me, the damn vulpine took one my arms off with that spear of his like it was nothing. At least it grew back fast, but still. If they find me again I'm not sure I could get away from them. That dragon will probably try to eat me and I might just end up just like their dead friends."

As much as he want s to continue living, Rond has to admit to himself that the thought of being swallowed whole by the dragon is strangely enticing. A bit of red wolf cock even pokes out from his sheath, but no. He doesn't actually want to be eaten. He needs to focus on getting away, n ow is not the time for such thoughts. He shakes his head to clear it and begins to run towards the safety of the Werewood. A place so full of monsters, mainly werewolves, that n ot even Golshaleron would dare tread there without some serious back-up.

-MEANWHILE-

Soaring high above the werewolf, the wind whipping through his fur, Norlen leans forward and taps Golshaleron on his large scaly neck. Signaling the dragon to land. With an abundance of aerobatic grace, Golshaleron swoops down and lands on a nearby rocky outcropping that sticks up through the tree-tops.

As soon as the dragon lands, Norlen undoes the straps securing him to the saddle and jumps down to the ground. He angrily walks forward to stand in front of his mate, looking directly into the dragon's emerald colored eyes. “What the hell was that? You gave us away. We heard his howls, he probably just ate someone else we know. Seriously what were you thinking? That was our chance to corner him!"

“We were to far away when he started howling for me to get a good enough fix. I wanted to try and drive him deeper into the woods towards were our hunting parties will be later on. You should watch your tone, a little snack like you shouldn't talk to a dragon like that."

Norlen's expression softens, he shakes his furry head. “I'm sorry Gol, I'm being an ass. You're right of course, that's a good plan. Should save us some trouble too, so we can focus on supporting the main force."

Gol raises a foreleg and gently presses it against his rider's body for a moment. “Don't worry about it, I am just as frustrated as you are. We almost had him that one time, we were so close. It's good to see all the local guildhalls come together like this, but they shouldn't have had to. I feel like we haven't been doing our jobs. We can't even catch one werewolf on our own."

Norlan grimaces,“Well if the other hunters in our guildhall had teamed up with us, instead of trying to claim the bounty for themselves, then we would have caught him by now." A look of grief washes over the foxes face. “Then there was Silvia and Gunther. They went out to try and track that beast down without even telling anyone at all where they were going. I think they were trying to impress us. I feel especially bad about that."

Golshaleron shrugs his massive shoulders “None of those deaths were our fault. It's like you said, they should not have tried to go after that bounty and hunt the werewolf on their own. I still miss them though, they were our friends. Gunther made the best roast pig."

A wry smile spreads across Norlen's Muzzle. “Oh really? I wouldn't know. You would always swallow the entire thing whole without sharing any with me!" The fox's expression darkens one again, “I do really miss both of them though, and our other guild-mates too. They didn't deserve to die, there wasn't a cruel soul among them."

“No, they certainly didn't deserve to die, but this is the end. If the hunting parties don't get that werewolf, then we will."

Norlen's face lights up excitedly, “Damn right we will!

Gol chuckles, “I love when you get all excited like this."

“I love you too, you great big scaly lizard." Norlen wraps his arms partway around Gol's head and the dragon places a massive clawed foot of the fox's back. It's about as close to a hug as the two can get.

“Norlen?" Golshaleron asks, he has a conflicted expression on his face.

“Yes, Gol?"

“How do you think the others would think of what we do when we're being intimate with each other?"

“What do you mean? They approve of our relationship. Not that we need their approval mind you, but still. "

“You know what I meant. We're hunting down a werewolf who devours people. When we're alone having our private time together , I swallow you whole on a regular basis. We both get off to it . I love how it feels when you' re completely covered in my cum and sliding down my throat. I love it when you' re in my stomach, rubbing the walls and wiggling around. You usually cum at least twice while we're doing it. What I'm getting at is, we know that werewolf gets off to eating people, with what we're doing, are we really any different?"

“Honestly, I really hadn't thought about it that way. I try and keep what we do in our private time separate from our work in my mind . Besides, it's not like you would ever actually digest me. Like you said, I enjoy it too, and it's something we both agree to. So, no, I don't really think we're the same as that monster. Though, I think you're right. The others would not understand or approve. It doesn't matter though, like I said, we don't need their approval."

“Yeah, and they don't need to know about it either.

“Certainly not, especially since It's certainly against the guild's code of conduct . Though, speaking of the others, we should get moving. They'll be setting up the base camp by now, we should go and see what the hunting parties managed to turn up.

“Right, let's get moving." Golshaleron says, stretching out his wings.

They break from each others embrace and Norlen climbs back up and secures himself to the saddle. With that, the dragon and his rider soar off into the sky, towards the heart of the Werewood.

-DOWN BELOW-

Rond runs for over an hour , the tree canopy overhead get s denser and denser. He slows his pace as he approaches the area of the forest where his pack should be, but there's no sign of them. “Something is off, where is everyone?" Rond's fur stands on end, he begins to growl. There is something nearby, he can sense it.

Just then, a giant spider, about the same size as himself, drops down from the canopy. Rond recognizes this spider. He and his pack mates have seen it many times before. Up until now they had always left one another alone. There was plenty of prey to go around after all.

“ So what has changed now ?" Rond wonders. “Whatever, if it wants to fight me, that's fine. I've always wanted to try spider legs. "

“ c __liclick Hello there." The spider rasps out in a horrible clicking voice. “ s_ hcrick_ They call you Rond, no? clicrac I've been searching for you schrick."

Rond cocks his head in confusion. He had expected a fight, not a conversation. “What could you possibly want with me?"

“ schclick You see, I am full of eggs at the moment. clicrak I fertilized them and then my mate laid them inside my body. cliclik Now I am just waiting for them to hatch, it will be very soon schclick.

“What does that have to do with me?" Rond asks, rolling his eyes, already bored.

“ schclick When they hatch they will chew their way through my body. They will eat me alive and I will die cliclick. I like being alive, so I need a brood mother to transfer my eggs into. shclick Unfortunately for you, your body is perfect for the job. shclik See, it's best for my spiderlings to hatch inside a living host. schlcick They want to consume living flesh. schiclick Without the processes of a living body to guide them, they are far more likely to turn on each other. schiclick Not many species can survive being impregnated though. schiclick You werewolves on the other hand, you regenerate from just about anything. cliclak Surviving the impregnation process will be easy for you. schlcick Your meat will be nice and fresh for my spiderlings. cliclacclacclacclac"

“Like hell! No way I'm letting you do that to me!" Rond exclaims angrily, turning to leave, unwilling to suffer this arachnid's nonsense any longer.

“ schlcick Too late. clicklak" The spider says, lifting one of his legs up, a strand of spider silk attached to the end. “ schlick You're already in my web! cliclackclacclacclac"

Rond suddenly has his clawed digitgrade feet pulled out from under him. As two silky loops of spider webbing close around his ankles. Caught by surprise, he still reacts with supernatural speed. With a feral snarl he slashes at one of the strands with his razor sharp claws, cutting right through it. Beyond furious, Rond shakes off the remaining strand and charges straight at the spider. He makes it about halfway before running into an unseen wall of extremely thin, sticky spider silk. Instantly, the werewolf is tangled up in the web, it tightens like a vice around his body.

“ shclickclackclakclak You're too predictable. cliclak What good is all that power if you let your rage and base instinct drive you? Schclickclakclakclakclakclakclak"

“I wouldn't laugh, spider! When I get out of this I'm going to rip every one of your many legs off and stab them through your many eyes!"

“ shclick I am sure you could. clicclak Which is why I am going to be sure not to give you the chance! shclickclacclaclcacclac"

Rond howls, His deep booming call echos throughout the forest. “The other werewolves won't let you do this to me! There will be a reply any second now. My alpha will squash you flat, nothing is big or strong enough to stop him, not even a dragon!"

“ schlcickclakclakclak Normally, yes, I know better then to cross Silver, but things have changed. cliclak What you don't know is the adventure's guild has organized a large monster hunt in this area. shclick Really, it is more of an invasion in its scale. shclickclak Your alpha really is a canny leader. schclik His plan is to draw those fools in the guild further into the forest before crushing them. schlcik So, all your friends are far from here at the moment. clicklak The adventurers have not even made it this far though. clicklack We are alone! cliclakclakclakclak"

“DAMN IT!" Rond is seething with anger, it threatens to overwhelm his better judgment. Just barely, he manages to hold himself in check. Rond takes a few deep breaths to steady himself. “ I just need to stall for time, I can think of a way out of this ." “Just how long have you been planning this, spider?"

“ schclickclickclickclick For awhile now, the last person I drained dry was an adventurer. I played with his mind the entire time that I had him in my web. cliclak He was a defiant one, but not too smart. sclickclcickclickclick He told me of the upcoming hunt. cliclack How the guild had brought in hunters from all the surrounding areas. cliclakclakclak How they were going to purge the Werewood of all the “monsters" as they call us. schiclakclakclak I warned everyone who dwells in this forest of their coming. schclick I knew you were away, hunting near the human town. schiclickclick I also figured you'd get driven back here before too long. schiclick Yes, all this chaos has provided me the perfect cover to spring my trap. schiclickclickclic And it's all going according to plan! schcliclcickclickclick"

So far, you stupid spider. Your plan is to fill me with your eggs, and then, what? Are you planning to use my desiccated, hollowed out corpse as a nest? You'll die too, and so will your offspring if you stay here. You know damn well that the guild does not discriminate between us at all. Like you said, they want to kill all of us."

“ schclickclickclick Oh no, I am out of here as soon as we're done. shclick My spiderlings are small. schiclick They can hide and look after themselves after they devour you. schilcik Yes, I will leave you strung up, filled to the brim, and unable to move. schclick How many adventurers have you eaten? More then me for certain. cliclak I mostly eat simple animals, and I don't ever leave the forest to hunt. schlick You, leave the forest, you are known to them. schclick Even if they find you filled with eggs I expect them to leave you to your fate. schclick Now enough talk. schlclick It's time I impregnate you, they are close to hatching. shcklick I have waited too long and I can already feel them moving inside me. schlick"

“NO, WAIT YOU BASTUARGHHHG" R ond starts to roar out. He is silenced by a thick strand of webbing that wraps around his neck and hoists his immobilized body into the air. The spider skitters up onto its web and begins to work quickly. Carefully, one at a time, it frees each of the werewolf's limbs and then attaches several larger strands of webbing to each one. When the spider is done, Rond is spread eagle, suspended in the air between two trees. His limbs are all fully extended, pulled taught and held firm. He can't even move them an inch. Next the spider attaches strands to Rond's upper and lower jaw, forcing his mouth wide open. Clicking and clattering, clearly satisfied with its work, the spider climbs over the werewolf's suspended body. It lines its upper body up with the werewolf's maw. A long, hard, needle-like appendage extends from the spider's body and enters the werewolf.

Horrified, all Rond can do is sit there as the spider forces the long spire to the back of his mouth and then down his throat. The spider's bulbous form hunches further and further down over his body. The spire penetrating deeper and deeper. His throat constricts around the intruder, which jumps and pulses in response as it drive s in. Despite his waking mind being horrified by what is happening , Rond is Rock hard. His body is reacting to the stimulation and his member is even leaking pre onto the forest floor below. Just as a twang of pleasure travels through his body, Rond's thoughts are torn from his crotch.He feels the spider's body lurch down. The tip of its foul spire has entered his empty stomach. There is nothing left of the adventurer that he had devoured earlier. The werewolf's highly acidic furnace of a stomach is already churning, growling, begging for more.

The spider shudders and clicks as it penetrates the werewolf's stomach. It can feel the heat on its appendage coming off the acids below. It has no intention of feeding all his eggs to the werewolf though. No, they certainly wouldn't survive in here. His spire angles to the side. Driving his body down yet further over the trapped lupine, his needle-like member punches through the side of the werewolf's stomach lining.

Rond's body jerks and shudders in pain as his stomach is punctured, it feels like he has been punched in the gut, but sharper. His wolven erection begins to soften, his body reacting fully negatively to this latest violation. No part of him is enjoying this anymore, not at all. He wants nothing more then to rip this spider apart. He pulls at his bonds as hard as he can and tries to clamp his jaws down on the appendage that fills his maw, but his efforts are futile. The bonds hold, he is truly helpless.

“schclickclickclickclick Oh, come on now. I don't expect you to enjoy this, but is it really so bad? cliclak It's not many males who get to become mothers, you should be proud! schclik Besides we're just getting to the really good part! schclickclakclakclakclakclak"

Snarling and growling, despite his mouth and throat being filled with the spider's strange cock, Rond feels the length inside him begin to pulse. He can hear the spider, it's now clicking its mouth parts continuously. By the sound of it the spider is about to reach a crescendo. He hears a wet squelching noise and feels something travel through the spider shaft. The bulging, pulsing tube stretching his throat out even wider as it begins to pump eggs into his body.

Still clicking, the spider lifts itself up and then stabs back down into the werewolf's body repeatedly. Turning the upper part of the lycanthrope's stomach into swiss cheese and depositing his eggs throughout Rond's entire abdomen.

No longer snarling, the werewolf whimpers and grunts in agony as his body is ravaged by the spider. His belly, quickly becomes bloated, the eggs forming visible bulges under his fur and skin. The eggs have nowhere to go, so, his body and hide are stretched more and more. His internal organs are crushed, and displaced as hundreds of the spider's eggs are forced inside in an impressive torrent. His own cock, hangs limply against his thigh. Rond yelps, the pressure of the eggs around his stomach painfully crushes that organ inwards, collapsing it. After what feels to Rond like an eternity, the spider's member stops pulsing. The horrid clicking noises slow down and the spider pulls its body back somewhat. A wave of relief washes through Rond's bloated form as the pressure on his insides is relieved somewhat, that is short lived.

Clicking his mouth parts in a satisfied manner, the spider pulls its shaft back until the needle tips is just at the entrance the werewolf's collapsed stomach. Clicking more rapidly now his member begin to pulse yet again. He pumps one last stream of eggs into the ravaged lupine. Stretching his victim's stomach back out until the weakened organ is filled to bursting. Finally he pulls his cruel needle from Rond's soar and abused throat. Scraps of torn flesh and drops of blood fall from the shaft onto the forest floor below as it retreats back into the spider's body.

The spider skitters back on its web a bit to admire his handy-work. “ schclickclickclickclickclick Look at you, pumped full of my offspring. clicklack All nice and swollen like a proper female! schclick" The spider skitter forward again excitedly and begins to run its forelegs all over the werewolf's grotesquely stretched belly. “ schclickclick I can tell your internal wounds are already starting to heal. schclick You're already digesting the eggs I put directly into your stomach as well. cliclak That's good, you'll be in good shape when the rest of them hatch. schclick This is going far better then I though, I should have done this long before now. schclick Yes, it turns out that you're a good little bitch. clickclackclackclackclack That's what your females are referred to as, yes? schclickclackclackclackclackclackclackclackclackclack"

The look on Rond's face is one of pure rage, but he can not move a muscle. Fully restrained as he is, he can not offer any real response to the spider's taunts. The spider doesn't care at all what the werewolf thinks of him in any case. He just laughs its horrid clicking laugh again and skitters over the werewolf's swollen belly towards his next target.

Rond chokes and coughs up a bit of blood, shocked as his flaccid member is enveloped in the spider's mandibles. He tries inn vain to jerk his hips away, but once again his bonds hold him fast. The spider's wet hair mouth parts work his flesh over with sickening wet clicking noises. His cock betrays him, despite the horror of his current situation. It is soon, once again, fully erect and is now spurting pre into the spider's sucking maw.

The spider has no problem going all the way down on the girthy 16 inches of wolf meat. Having lived in the Werewood all his life, the spider has seen enough to know what to do. He uses his forward mandibles to push the werewolf's sheath down to expose his knot. Taking the twin lobes of red flesh into his maw, he clamps down on Rond's entire length all at once.

Rond cums hard, directly into the spiders mouth. The greedy spider doesn't stop suckling for a long time. Not until the very last drop of canine fluids are extracted from the werewolf's now painfully overstimulated cock. It's almost as if the spider is really tasting him, thinking about taking more then just his seed. Rond closes his eyes and waits for what he thinks in inevitable, but no, the spider instead finally stops and withdraws from his cock without further incident.

The spider skitters back over to look the werewolf in the eyes. “ schclickclickclick Sorrrryyy about that, I needed the fluids. schiclick" The spiders apology drips with insincerity. “ schclick Impregnating you took a lot of energy.

The spider notes the look of terror in Rond's expression. “ __claclick_ clackclackclackclackclack_ I do admit, I was tempted to take that whole piece of lovely meat you have down here, but it's best if I leave all of you for my spiderlings. schclickclickclick Or should I say o u r spiderlings. schclickclickclickclickclic_k. I will be leaving now, those adventurers will be around any minutes now. I do wish that I could stay and watch my eggs hatch though, it really is too bad. _scchclick I'll be taking my leave now. schclick I'd say farewell, but you're not going to! schclickclickclickclickclickclickclickclick" With that, the spider drops from the web and skitters off deeper into the forest.

Spread eagle, limbs still drawn taught, Rond can only hang there. Stuck in the spider's web, he is both furious and filled with despair. Forced to just wait for the inevitable. He can already feel the eggs stirring within his bloated, violated body. It won't be long now before he is eaten alive from the inside out. Suddenly, Rond hears the baying of hounds. On of the adventurer's hunting parties is close. Rond feels a sense of hope rise in his chest. Maybe, despite everything he had done to these people. Despite all the people that had disappeared down his gullet, they would still see fit to help him. With his head still just as restrained as the rest of his body, he won't be able to say anything to them. He can't even plead for his life. All he will be able to do is listen to their conversation. Drawn to the smells of spilled cum and blood, it does not take long for the hounds to lead their masters to one of the strangest sights any of them have ever seen.

“What in the hells!? Is that a werewolf?" A burly looking man in full plate exclaims.

A simple looking adventurer, an anthro possum, who really looks more like an armed farmer steps up to inspect Rond. “Sure be that it is! I ain't ever seen one like this here one, that's for sure. I reckon he's stretched to burst'n!"

“What could have possibly done this to him?" The burly man wonders out loud.

A female badger wearing a wizard's robe steps forward. “Well, judging by the webs and the fact that he is filled to the brim with what appear to be eggs, rather then being drained dry. I'd have to say that a giant forest spider laid its eggs inside of him. I can also see some signs of movement under his fur. The spiderlings are close to hatching if they have not started to already. When they do they will eat this werewolf from the inside out."

A young looking anthro rabbit speaks up. “That's horrible! I know that we are here to kill monsters like this werewolf, but … but this is just too much. We need to help him!"

The burly man scoffs, “No chance! I'd recognize that muzzle and fur pattern anywhere. It's the same one that's plastered all over the wanted posters the magistrate put up. The same one that has already eaten 20 of our own."

The simple possum leans in to get a better look, “What'd ya know, you are right. That is the same varmint we've been after. It'd be look'n to me like he is reaping exactly what he's been sowing! We don't even gotta do anything either. Just let those spiders eat 'em and collect the head on our way out."

“We can't let that happen, it looks like he has been punished enough, this is already far worse then anything we would ever come up with. Let's just cut him down." The anthro rabbit looks around to some of the other adventurers for support. No one else speaks up on Rond's behalf.

The burly man steps up and gently puts an armored hand on the rabbit's shoulder. “I know it is harsh, but we didn't do this to him. Besides, it really is what he deserves. This one would hunt you down. He'd open his jaws wide, shove your body inside, and then swallow you down. He'd eat you and have no remorse afterwards whatsoever. Remember your training, werewolves have very fast metabolisms, they are always hungry. Always hunting, searching for more prey. That is why they only see other thinking beings like us as food. Worse still, as far as this specific one is concerned, I have it on good authority that he gets off to devouring people. So, no, we're not going to help him and that's the final word on this matter."

The rabbit still looks uncomfortable, but he still nods his head in agreement without saying another word.

“YEAH, FUCK 'EM!" The possum exclaims.

The burly man glares at the possum for a moment, sighs and then turns back to face the rest of the group. “WE'RE HEADING OUT! GOTTA A LOT OF GROUND TO COVER TO MEET UP WITH THE OTHERS! GO AROUND THIS CLEARING, DON'T TOUCH THE SPIDER WEBS!"

As quickly as they came, the adventurers leave the area. Dashing Rond's far fetched hopes that they might have been willing to help him despite what he'd done. Sinking back into despair, with every passing moment, the movement of the eggs within him increases. The discomfort turns to pain as the spiderlings burst through their eggs and ravenously begin to devour his flesh from the inside out. His pancreas, and spleen are the first organs to go, quickly being reduced to bloody ruins under the gnawing mandibles of the teeming spiders. His stomach, surrounded on all sides by spiderlings is the next to go. A rush of acid splashes over the spiderlings as his stomach breaches, it kills some, but not nearly enough for it to matter. The tattered remains of his stomach as well as the deceased spiderlings are quickly eaten up in the feeding frenzy

Choking, coughing, and howling in agony, experiencing pain far worse then any transformation, Rond can't do anything to save himself His insides feel like they are on fire.

Having eaten the organs in their immediate vicinity, the spiderlings scatter and begin to eat away at the rest of the werewolf's insides in all directions. The lycanthrope's body is fighting them the entire way. Trying to repair the damage their tiny mouth s do as they do it. It really only manages to staunch the bleeding. This at least allows Rond to stay conscious. However, the hundreds of tiny mouths are still, very rapidly, tearing him apart . On top of that, the resources his body has to work with are rapidly dwindling. The nutrients he had absorbed from his earlier meal are already spent.

A group of chewing spiderlings burst through his abdominal muscles and into the open air. They spread out and move towards his neck and arms. Inside his body, the remain ing spiderlings finish off his liver and kidneys and are close to entirely devouring his intestines.

More any more spiderlings are running out of soft organ flesh to eat, they are bunching up on each other inside his mostly empty abdomen. Some turn on each other, most are trying to chew their way out. The pressure stretching his hide, and the pain Rond is experiencing as the spiders tear through his flesh is so great that it is almost a relief when the break through at last . They spread out all over crotch and legs and begin to to chew on anything they can get their little mandibles on. The pain intensifies again as they dig in . The softer the flesh the better, and they are especially attracted to the tender flesh of the werewolf's plump sheath and several begin to eat away at it .

The smaller group of spiderlings swarming over his upper body split up. Some begin to chew under his outspread arms and a few begin to burrow into the soft area under his chin. They end up inadvertently chewing their way through one of the web strands that are holding Rond's neck. It's enough.

With a snap Rond jerks his head to the side and is able to break the remaining webs that had been restraining his jaws. He then leans over and bites through the strands holding one of his arms. With an arm free he reaches down and crushes the spiderlings that are eating away at his junk. His sheath is a mess, mostly bloody torn flesh. However, his cock itself thankfully is mostly unharmed. Ignoring the few spiders on his upper body, he turns his attention to his legs. His left leg is a lost cause, most of the remaining spiderlings are gnawing away at it. He isn't even sure he can feel it anymore and it looks like the spiders have almost chewed down to the bone. Without further hesitation, he brings his claws down, severing it. The limb goes tumbling down to the forest floor, taking most of the remaining spiderlings with it.

It only takes one more agonizing minute for him to deal with the last few spiderlings. He has stopped the feeding frenzy, but his body is a wreck. Rond's abdomen is nothing but a bloody, empty shell. It is devoid of all organs below the rib cage. His spine is intact but there really isn't much flesh holding the upper and lower parts of his body together. If it were not for his supernatural nature, he'd be dead. Rond decides to stay in the web for now. He's afraid that his body will simply fall apart if he tried to move too much in his current state. Before he can think any more, suddenly, Rond feels a new kind of pain. An intense chill flashes through him as his body temperature goes way up and his remaining muscles begin to shrink rapidly. His body has started sacrificing muscle mass to regrow vital organs before it is too late. It is at this point that Rond finally loses consciousness. His mind shuts down and he slips into a coma so that his quick healing werewolf body can do its best with what it has without wasting resources on higher brain functions.

-End Part 1-