Oviadventure
#14 of Mother of Darkness
Continued from the previous part! Not much else to say :]
The Realm of Darkness was not a well-lit place in general, and the depths of a cavern seemed ripe for stumbling through, lost and terrified. But the cavern which the Wicked Spider called home was bedecked in fabulous glowing crystals. Their low, ephemeral light was all that Aqua needed to find her way.
She couldn't say why she was so fixed on the massive arachnid Heartless or why she was already considering taking in another creature's offspring. In fact, the Heartless wouldn't even have her as their real mother--so she couldn't count on her inner light helping to abate their natural viciousness!
But despite her fear and doubt, she felt right. If any Heartless in the Realm deserved her help, wasn't it that mournful matriarch who had let Aqua come close?
The lower passageways were a veritable warren of tunnels, a downright maze, but she was able to follow her nose. It was a subtle thing indeed, but the spicy scent led her along.
Before long, she emerged into a semi-open, cavernous chamber with a trickling waterfall on the other end splashing down into a stream. The Wicked Spider was squatting in a fresh-spun web, her spring-green hide looking curious under the light of the colored crystals, and her abdomen was even fatter than before. She was quivering with anticipation, and as Aqua walked in, the spider halted in spinning a new eggsac.
"Wait," Aqua called out as if the Heartless could understand her. She was eyed warily. "Your eggs, they might be vulnerable again. But I--" She broke off, uncertain. She had done this before, but was this sensible? Was it right? Who was she helping by doing this? The world, as she had convinced herself? Her own urges, as she suspected? Or were the true benefactors the Heartless--who always got ahead no matter what anyone did?
She wasn't sure, but after days of feeling dead inside, Aqua finally knew what she wanted to do.
"Wait," she repeated. "I..." She swallowed, then reached down to carefully remove her skirt, short, leggings, her panties. "We both know that your new eggs will be as vulnerable as the last. But I can protect them. Pregnant or not, nothing in this plane can touch me. They'll have no safer place." By now she was naked; she placed her clothes carefully to the side, then turned, presenting her pussy, still flushed and aroused from her last encounter with the spider, to the Heartless.
The Heartless chittered, almost to itself, and Aqua imagined she could hear the cogs turning in the monster's head. "I did it before," she said, reflecting on her experience with the Queen Bee. With her back to the Heartless, still exposed and waiting, Aqua put her hands against the cavern's stone wall on impulse, to show that she had no ill will--and was rewarded when, as if a whisper, the spider's web draped over her hands. The touch was gentle, but made her gasp--and she quickly found that she was good and stuck to the wall.
Glancing over her shoulder, Aqua noticed the Heartless had moved off her web, and that at the base of her thorax, sprouting from the very organ on which Aqua had so recently lavished licks, was a long, slender, throbbing member--an ovipositor. The Heartless, apparently satisfied that Aqua wouldn't attempt to harm her now that the Keyblade Master's arms were webbed to the wall, reached down and, with a touch of her carapaced limbs, nudged Aqua's legs to spread apart even farther. Turning her head back, Aqua readied herself, her breaths already shallow with anticipation.
The first press of the Wicked Spider's ovipositor against her entrance nearly made her jolt, and the low burn as it inexorably shoved in made her moan. The member wasn't nearly as massive as many of the cocks she'd taken in her sojourn--particularly the Werewolf's, once it had knotted her--but it made up for it with its complete lack of pliability. This was a rigid, arachnid thing, and any attempt to squeeze or clench it was met with unassailable firmness.
But there was more than just that... the same spiced sensation that drove her wild before was now tingling its way through Aqua's body, spreading from her pussy. She rolled her hips as best she could, moaning and lashed to the wall, as a low, sweet burn blossomed its way through her whole body.
Chirring and clacking, the spider sawed back and forth, rolling her ovipositor further and further into Aqua's body. Every push sent it deeper, and Aqua moaned over and over at the sensation, the feeling truly unreal. Before long, the Wicked Spider's ovipositor was juuuuuuust reaching the back of Aqua's tunnel. The Keyblade Master sobbed as she felt the tip force its way past her cervix and into her womb, the intrusion a sharp, unapologetic bite that, amidst the symphony of sensations she was feeling, quickly bled into a pleasure so incredible that her eyes almost started to flutter.
She so focused on the feeling of the ovipositor occupying her that she didn't notice the egg start to push inside of her until it was at her entrance. Her head perked up with a gasp. This was--this was enormous, far larger than when she'd served as incubator for the bees!
The spider strained and the egg pushed against her lips, and Aqua keened out. "I--I, I--ohhhhhhhh," she sang, not even knowing who or what she was speaking to. The egg hadn't made its way in yet. "I can t-take it, I can, I can incubate it! I--aaaaaagwhnnnnngh--"
Her voice tumbled out of her as, with a particularly forceful grunt, the spider shoved the egg inside. Immediately she was stretched so very, very wide--only her births had stretched her farther, and for those, she usually lost herself... Aqua was reduced to sobbing and moaning inarticulately, her body trembling with each and every push of the egg deeper and deeper inside.
Her cervix was a more intimate barrier yet, and it took a fair bit of pushing and throbbing for the egg to wriggle its way in. Every single incremental shove through it left Aqua whimpering with overstimulation, and her eyes rolled as the massive thing plopped into her womb. The sheer, incredible fullness was something she couldn't come close to denying, and she came from the feeling of being impregnated with a baby spider.
She would remember this moment forever.
Crooning now, her voice picking up steam, the Wicked Spider began heaving more and more eggs into her new incubator. They came at a pace Aqua would have thought impossible, stretching her wide and plumbing into her innermost depths at impressive speed, and every time they gifted themselves into her womb she sagged lower and lower from the weight, groaning. Amidst the onslaught of pleasure and the typhoon of dizziness that the strange spicy sensation was giving her, Aqua, who had sagged against the wall, opened her eyes and stared down at herself.
Her belly was enormous. Only a few eggs in and she already looked fully pregnant; her tummy was spectacularly round, her navel popped out. The sight of it... somehow, it looked right to her. Looked and felt.
Another egg plopped into her womb, tight and snug, and Aqua whined as her belly expanded to safeguard its new tenant, the weight making her sag even more as she came a second time, her second orgasm swallowing the remnants of the first.
Spirits above, but she'd missed this.
"'S right," she murmured to herself, lost in a haze. Another egg shouldered its way in and she wracked at the sensation. "'S what I am now. Mother... to monsters..."
Was it right? Wrong? Bad? Sensible? At this point, such distinctions were beyond Aqua's ability to care. Another egg hesitated at her pussy lips, the biggest one yet--and she was left sobbing and moaning as it gradually made its way down to her. Her belly was already so huge, she could just about feel it scraping the floor... When the last egg pushed inside, that was enough for Aqua. Overwhelmed, she surrendered to be carried away by dreamlike bliss, her belly tight and swollen with life that felt so, so right.
When she woke, it was with the sort of deep-seated soreness in her cunt that she usually associated with birth. The webs fastening her to the walls had withered away into tiny wisps, and she had curled protectively around her new progeny in the meantime. Rising on trembling legs, Aqua staggered her way over to where she'd left her clothes. There was absolutely no way they'd fit her in her state, but she wasn't going to come all the way back here once she'd laid her eggs.
She was so incredibly, enormously gravid that wandering even just a few dozen steps inevitably led to her having to lean against the cavern wall, panting, one arm supporting her enormous belly. There was no sign of the spider. Aqua suspected they would never see each other again.
That's alright, she thought, rubbing her bloated tummy. She gave me quite the parting gift. Her breasts were already beginning to ache, and Aqua thought ruefully that her body was so used to motherhood now that such changes felt more like a return to normality than a temporary change.
Was this really her new normal? Doubt crept in again, and Aqua struggled with it as she carried her enormous new load back out the cavern, the spider eggs rolling against each other as she walked. She could feel every tumble of them inside of her.
Eventually, she made it to the cavern where she'd first encountered the Wicked Spider. The webs here were even wispier than the ones affixing her to the wall had been, making Aqua wonder just how long she'd spent curled down in that chamber. Thinking back on her first meeting with that Heartless, Aqua was left considering the way the Heartless had mourned--there was no other word for it--the destruction of her egg sac.
I made the right call, she thought. This time around, I wasn't thinking with my pussy. I didn't choose to safeguard those eggs because it felt good. (Although it did feel good to have them in her. Sometimes they left delightful pressure against her from the inside; and less debaucherously, they sated the maternal part of her which had been in want these past few weeks.)
No, the reason I chose to do this was because the Heartless seemed sad. And a creature that could mourn its young and show wary trust to Aqua seemed the right sort to help bring its progeny into the world.
And for once, it didn't feel like a rationalization.
Resting in the cavern and reflecting on the sound of distant roaring water, Aqua was content to cradle her gravidness, smiling gently down at it, happy to be a mother once more--no matter how swollen it left her.
She made her way out of the cave in due time, and only a few days after that, she was woken in the middle of the night by some impulse she couldn't name. Wandering slowly through the heavy forest, she acted on blind compulsion, clearing away a small bowl in the moist earth with magic.
Not long after, she felt the first of the eggs settle low.
Squatting over the divot she had made, Aqua rolled her hips to swing the egg lower and lower. Feeling it shift into the right place, she began the long, laborious laying.
The eggs came out easier than living babies, but they were still enormous, and had grown a tiny bit while she had been incubating them. What was more, she felt them shake a bit inside of her--it seemed the creatures within were going to make their play soon.
The first egg breached her, and Aqua stifled her mouth with her hand at the suddenness of being stretched. The egg moved slowly at first--then, once it had passed the widest part of its circumference, the rest slid out abruptly, in mere seconds. The emptiness was almost as shocking as the fullness had been.
"Keep at it, Master Aqua," she coached herself, sweat beading on her head and her voice low and throaty. "Keep at it. You're almost there."
It wasn't too long afterwards that Aqua, feeling curiously, almost strangely empty, was looking on. There, in her makeshift nest, were half a dozen small eggs, moist and gleaming and trembling with activity. One was already beginning to crack, and Aqua gazed on with interest as a tiny spider, green like its parent but small and strangely soft-looking, poked its head out of the egg with a squeal. Blinking a few times, its glowing eyes settled on Aqua and it warbled inquisitively.
"Your mama?" Aqua chimed, ascribing meaning to the critter's vocalizings. "I'm one of them, I guess." She reached out to bop the spider gently on its face with one finger. The creature chittered again, confused but not afraid. "Do you want some milk?" Aqua said, and it chittered once more.
She smiled. She'd take that as a yes.