A Fly in the Web
Imported from SF2 with no description.
Gerdera Forenki. The fey forest. A gem in the eyes of the kingdom of Aerath, the forests were supposedly flush with possibly the world's greatest concentration of fey. Though generally avoided by most, many wonders in the woods brought the bold and intrepid in droves to seem out the natural and magical wonders. Sure; as with any forest, there were the occasional accidents and missing persons, and the woods had their own share of folklore; beasts and gates to other worlds, men devoured by unassuming formations. And of course, there were the fey themselves; every few years would arise some tale of trapped fey providing a boon to its captor in exchange for freedom, or gift for unknown reasons.
West had been to the forest before, but the hinter had never before seen anything out of the ordinary. Nor did he fully expect to, but the game was plentiful and fetched him a decent price on his returns to civilization. And yet, as he approached the pool to collect the grouses he had taken down from afar, there it was. A delicate, blue-green fairy. Startled by the sudden and yet casual appearance of the creature, West stared. The fairy, who had been delicately touching the feathers of one of the downed birds, did not notice him at first, but when it did it stood and froze, mouth agape. Its new posture gave West a good look at it; slender, delicate limbs, nubile form, mossy hair, gossamer wings.... The figure was unashamedly nude, male, and an arms reach from Chase himself as he regarded it. It was smaller than him, its eyes on the same level as the middle of West's sternum, and West's ropy arms were thicker than the fey's legs.
The fairy broke from their shared, stunned state first by turning to flee, but West reflexively grabbed for it. "Hey wait!" He called, catching the thing by its upper arm and pulling it back toward him. The fey let out a started chirp, much like a cricket's thrumming and fell back in to West's chest. It lacked mass, he realized as he caught it against himself; the thing was impossibly light. With it trapped in his embrace, chirping madly, West had a chance to more fully regard it. And regard it in a more personal nature. Male or not, as he held it to himself, West felt himself stirring to the shaking fairy.
"It's all right; I'm not going to hurt you." The woodsman coed to the creature, cupping it's jaw with one hand and turning it to face him. Even while he held it lightly, arms trapped against the creature's sides by West's other arm, it made no effort to struggle. And as he fought himself falling into the creature's twin pools of liquid opal, neither did West. His mouth moved in,lips brushing the fey's before he realized he had even moved. A long trill filled his mouth from the fairy's throat, but still no resistance. Taking it as a form of encouragement, West parted silken lips with his tongue, probing in to the honey taste of the fairy's mouth. The longer he probed, the more sustained the fairy's thrumming became, and the hungrier he came for the creature. He had to have it. He had to own it. It had to be his....
He could feel the creature wiggling in his embrace, but the meek creature was not struggling by any means. Its slight movements inflamed West further, and he found himself pressing the fey to the nearest tree with his body, hands free to roam the delicate creature without the possibility that his meek prey could slip away. The creature's own hands found their way to West's chest as the creature continued to thrum. The rhythm of its song sped up as West parted their lips and began nibbling the soft flesh of the creature's neck. Flesh that smelt of spices and clean air.... His hands continued to paw at the wordless fairy, mapping the topography of every inch of the creature's perfectly boyish form so West's tongue could decide which paths to taste first. Patience, however, dropped quickly as a digit prodded past the twin mounds of the fairy's seat and found the secret between them. The slick channel accepted West to the second knuckle before clenching evenly around his finger, causing the fey to arch his back. One of its hands jumped to West's wrist and closed around it as the creature let out a singular high note, its breathing suddenly heavy and fast.
West wiggled his finger about, his free hand flying to his belt and fumbling it free. Breeches followed, pushed halfway down his thighs before West couldn't be bothered with them further. He hoisted his fairy's other hand upward, holding it firmly against the tree trunk, while he pushed his tongue once more past the fairy's perfect lips. He passed his own wolf-like growl into the fairy's mouth, and felt a certain level of satisfaction as the fey paused its chirping and its whole body shivered against West's. He broke their kiss and licked the fey's cheek.
"Come here, you." He growled, popping his finger free from the fairy's moist depths and bringing its second hand to be trapped with its first. Raising one of the fairy-boy's legs, West exposed the creature's hole to him, and slowly pushed himself in. Though entry provided next to no resistance thanks to whatever natural juices the creature had, West could feel the impaled creature tightening more the further in he speared. The creature remained silent for the invasion of its depths, its mouth wide and eyes rolled back. Still, the creature remained so docile, so submissive.... It was impossible not to kiss it again. but this time when West's tongue found the fairy's mouth, it reached far more energetically. Its lips meshed West's, its tongue tried to wrestle back. Of course, hungry as he was for his fairy, West was eager to also dominate that further, all the while easing his length into the fairy's backside.
When he had pushed himself in as far as he could go West released the Fairy's arms, which flopped down around his shoulders, and gripped the fairy by the flank and worked himself in and out. He could feel the breath of the fairy intensifying as its body was plundered. Marked. Dominated. Fucked. Owned. Each thought that flitted through West's mind had a single goal. Each thrust made the fairy's body react more satisfyingly as whatever control the creature might have tried to maintain broke down, and all it could do was receive the thrust West roughly send into its vulnerable depths and let that force carry all the way through its limp body. West paused for a moment, letting his fairy collapse against his shoulder with a weak shiver. After a moment in to his pause, he could feel the delicate creature struggling to push itself up from West's broad shoulders and lacking the drive to do so. Cradling the spent sprite in his arms, West backed off from the tree and eased the creature on to its back, mindful not to crush its wings. Even as it rested there, the fairy reached up for West with a weak chirp.
"Don't worry. I'm here." He assured it, taking a weak hand and kissing it on the palm. With another thought, he stripped off his hunting vest and cotton tunic, exposing his lean chest and the wisps of dark hair on it to the eyes of the creature he was still inside of. Raising his fairy delicately to rest against his body, West splayed out his tunic and laid the fey once more on top of it. Testing his luck, West teased the creature's ears with his lips, earning an encouraging shiver from the weary creature, and a slight arch in the creature's back. He picked up his pace, working himself in and out, trying to work out just how the fairy wanted to be pounded based on the creature's little feedback. A chirp here, a shiver through the exhausted body there.
Suddenly, without any warning, West felt the fairy go even tighter around him, and a spray of liquid splashed his abs before the fairy went fully still, the only movement coming from West's harsh thrusts into the tender fairy pinned beneath him. Savagely, with the creature's satisfaction sticky on him, West took his own pleasure from the lip fairy's body. He pawed and groped its exhausted body to satisfy his own building lusts, roughly adjusting it and abusing its hole to stimulate himself with but the goal of completion. He had burned any energy the fairy had and forced the creature to pleasure; all that was left in his sheer domination of his submissive lover was marking it with his seed, letting them both feel him flood its depths.
Grunting like a beast, West held nothing back. He pulled the fairy in towards his body with each thrust forward, finally biting the fairy's naked shoulder as gushes of his own pent-up juices thundered in to the fey beneath him. He let as much of his weight as he dared collapse on to the now sweat soaked body of the sprite, both of them breathed labored breaths as West basked in the afterglow of intense release. "That was...." He trailed off as he scanned the fairy's delicate features. Hungrily, he sough out his sprite's sweet lips. Still impaling the barely-conscious fairy, West raised the two up and spun around before flopping onto his back with one well-fucked fairy boneless against a chest much broader that it was. It made some wobbly movement to rise, but both West's embrace and the lack of reserves in the fairy's body doomed such an attempt to failure.
West stroked the fairy - his fairy, with brushes of his fingertips, up and down from its violated mounds to the roots of its wings. With the chirping of birds and the warm, filtered sunlight, West let himself follow the fairy's lead for once and drifted off to sleep.
When he finally stirred, the chill of dusky breezes were what woke him. The fairy was still asleep, still wrapped in his arms. Most importantly, still fully impaled by West's sizable shaft. A trickle of West's seed had, during their nap, escaped the fairy's tight hole and left their source bathed in liquid. The fairy's cum had left a similar patch of wet on West's stomach. The two of them would have to bathe, but in the meantime the mess of their time together was a fond reminder. ...and possibly a warn-up for round two. The hunter lovingly kissed the fairy awake, already rolling his hips to give the fairy something else the wake up to. The fairy's rousing was encouraging; it's hands searched West's body for some reminder of where it was, like any lover rising with the fugue and haze of intense lovemaking. West did not let such feelings coalesce into understanding before he rolled the two of the back over on to the fairy's back.
This time, however, they were not alone. A weight pushed West down from behind, pinning him just as he pinned the fairy. Iron grips closed around him while the initial attack still had him off his guard; in the span of a breath he was held be each wrist, elbow, shoulder, and ankle. More hands were already tearing at West's partially removed trousers, the seams quickly giving way with a loud tear and the scraps gone from West's leg. The fairy let out more of its musical but nonsensical chirping while West grunted and struggled helplessly at who or whatever had him pinned on the even more defenseless fairy.
"Let go of me!" West shouted, trying to break free or, at least, glimpse his assailant. What he could see of it were only the slate-grey hands and arms holding down one of his arms. They were thick, with hairy skin drawn tight around what looked like armored plates. What was strange, though, is both were left hands, yet what of the arms seemed to be aiming to converge on the same torso. Still, West may have as well been struggling against a rack for all that he moved. A rack, it turned out, intent on spreading out his legs as well. West found himself fully splayed out no matter how much he angrily tried to fight back. All that remained clothing him were his boots. He felt something lap at his spine, leaving a slimy trail all the way down until....
"No! NO!" He screamed, renewing his hopeless fight against the alien creature that had him effortlessly pinned down on the fairy as the creature slathered its tongue over half of West's rump. Saliva ran like a flood down West's untouched valley, only to be pressed in deeper a raspy tongue. With liquid saturating West's own ass, that same tongue reversed its course up West's back in a direct line to his ear. Another pair of the beast's seemingly endless supply of hands gripped the now- crying woodsman by the hips and lifted them a few inches off the ground. A hard, hairy body descended to meet West's, with a special something hard aimed between West's cheeks. Badly, as it turned out; it took the beast's shaft a few tries as it pushed painfully against the wrong parts of West's cleft. It finally caught the edge of his ring, and with a gut-wrenching scream from him the beast forced its way in. Fire split West's hole as he was violated by the merciless shaft, pushed in to him as the weight of the beast behind him settled over him. He couldn't breath from the pain of something far, far to large sliding in to him at speed. His struggles died down as the painful intruder sapped his strength until he was just as limp as the fairy. The same fairy now trapped beneath not just West, but still hopelessly speared by West's dick.
As the beast surged forward in to West, he felt himself being pushed deeper in to the fairy. Behind him, the beast chittered its pleasure as it violated its two captives, With every thrust, the weapon impaling West seemed to expand further, scraping against his insides on its way out and stretching them anew as the beast raped West with no concern for his body. Despite the pain, West suddenly found himself fountaining into a fairy that had at some point lost consciousness altogether, but the release brought no pleasure. Instead, the beast - demon - seemed to sense the side effect of its cruel breeding. Shortly after he had completed his release into the fairy, West found the beast rising and forcing him upright. The fairy's unresponsive body rose a few inches as well, until its legs slipped off of West's hips and his shaft popped out of the almost feminine fuck-hole. With the beast using him for a similar purpose, it was all but impossible to see the unconscious sprite in any other light. Fuck-hole. Just like West himself was experiencing first hand.
The respite did not last long. West found himself swiveled around the demon's staff and deposited on his back looking up at it, his arms now held across his chest and legs forced to straddle the demon's broad waist. The beast was some combination of man and spider. Were he a man, based on his torso he would have towered eight to ten feet, with an obscenity of abdominal muscles and pectorals the size of West's head. A short carpet of grey fur on that chest met with longer, blacker fur at the demon's flank, where four arms extended below the normal two. Those were human enough, save for the short, grey fur and the sheer size of them. The armored, ones that had pinned him were longer and more spider-like came from somewhere on the demon's back.
The head of the beast was similarly human to start, save for the spider-like set of mandibles that spawned from below where the ears should have been. Those mandibles spread as the demon lowered its mouth to West's, a foot-long tongue snaking out and pushing West's lips apart. He was helpless to struggle, especially after those extra mandibles pressed closed and forced West to face the demon as it tongue-raped every corner of his mouth with its gooey spittle. The mouth rape met the ass-rape as the spider resumed its rough thrusting in to West's captive body.
"I will make you mine." The demon hissed out suddenly, tongue leaving West's mouth to coat probe its saliva across West's face and ears. It withdrew its clamp over West's face, giving him free movement of his face again. Or illusion, as it turned out. No matter how he turned his had, that tongue found and invaded his mouth with more spittle until West had to swallow it to keep from drowning, Periodically the demon would withdraw his tongue again to lick away the sweat on West's head and shoulders, leaving a fresh layer of grime in him. His rear eventually stopped feeling the brutal thrusts; just one long, intense pain replaced them all. An endless flood of thrusting, licking, and tears of helplessness wore down West's reserves.
It felt like hours before west felt the demon give its load to him. Clearly not one for sentiment, it released him all at once and pulled out, splashing West's ass with its lash gush on its way out. West gave a weak grunt of relief as he was vacated, muscles tightly held in uncomfortable poses finally given a chance to relax against the forest floor. On shaky legs, West forced himself to stand. At some point, he had lost one of his boots, and the filth of the demon's release seemed to have permeated from the virginal tunnel it was deposited to every corner of West's being in a way that would never wash out. A shaking hand checked the gummy cream sprayed over his seat. Somewhere, he found new tears as he regarded the blood-laced cream. Trying to catch his bearings, West turned to scan the vale. The fairy was still there, breathing weakly. It was conscious enough to give West a pained look as it shifted in place.
And of course, the demon was still there. He would have frozen in place when he saw it, but that his muscles gave spasms not even fear could quell. Before he could even scream, the demon was on him again, holding his arms to his sides and letting a flood of spittle spray over the human. It was down to his elbows before the spider released him and hit him with another load. He found himself falling before he was caught again and spun vigorously, the viscous liquid sprayed and spread until it formed a large globule several inches thick. The world was filtered through a layer of the gel-like substance, which quickly started to thicken and tighten from the outside in. Weakened and now struggling to hold his breath in an airless shell, West watched with panic as the world around him quickly turned dark. The last thing he saw before the darkness became absolute was the demon picking up the fairy and preparing to have his way with it as well.
It was day again when West awoke. He felt clean and refreshed somehow, despite the terrible memories of his encasement and before. No pain. The free air around his rear let him know that still no clothes, either. Still, though he could feel the cool breeze it was not uncomfortable in any way. Quite the opposite.
Rising was easy. Perhaps after the memories of the demon, just the weight of his own refreshed body seemed exceptional. Remembering his violent invasion, West gave a shiver. Still, whatever dark the memory, at lest he wasn't in pain. Maybe he could forget it someday.
A twig snapped somewhere behind West, and he turned to see two very large looking hunters with looks of awe and surprise plastered all over their faces. Realizing he was naked, West gave a nervous giggle and looked down. What he saw caught him just as off-guard. He was supposed to be a fairly strapping man; athletic, lean, fit. What he saw was a delicate, boyish build, with no hair whatsoever, and a delicate green-blue layer of smooth skin.
One of the two managed to catch West by the arm while he reeled at the change in his body, to which he screamed. Neither took notice, but to pull him closer.
"Hey; it's all right. We're not going to hurt you." The hunter who grabbed him assured him, now gripping West to his muscular chest. Even before his run-in with the demon, this man would have been more massive that West himself. He swallowed in apprehension, mouth suddenly dry as the hunter's trimmed beard brushed West's cheeks. Lips followed, and West's efforts to struggle free went entirely unnoticed. His heartbeat quickened and panic rose as the hunter's friend drew in closer from behind.
"He smells good.... Like spices." The one from behind muttered as he sniffed West's neck. The transformed huntsman tried to scream, and earned a chuckle from the bearded one. The bigger one. The one who West had discovered tasted of smoke and acorn. The kiss broke for a second. "That's right. We're not going to hurt you...Hey Aders, how about breaking out that blanket?"
The one called Aders reluctantly broke away while the larger one took control of West, putting the new fairy's hands on chest, ass, back; wherever the bigger man wanted West to grope. Too fearful to resist, West cooperated, and in turn felt large hands all over his back, including a spot on his shoulders that sent shivers down his spine. "Please...don't...." West begged, but words fell on deaf ears.
"Gaer, he's so perfect...." Aders cooed from behind, and West felt hands start at his ankles and continue to rest on his rear. The massaged and squeezed, and then they spread.... Something warm and wet....
West though he was going to cry, but nothing came out. Things went it; Ader's tongue to his rear, Gaer's thumb to his mouth to suck on and so the larger man could turn West's head and tease him from ear to throat. It was too much. West tried to push them both off, but found that refreshed as he might feel, his body lacked any strength. He screamed, but neither man paid any attention. Not to the scream, at least. West had pushed on Gaer's chest and Aders' head; the former was now cupping that hand in place, and the latter gripped West's wrist lightly and rose. The efforts of his mouth resumed at the back of West's shoulder before tracing inward to a spot in the middle of his back. The sensitive spot Gaer had found earlier with his hand. It caused an unexpected and unappreciatively pleasant rush to West's stomach. He shivered, and the pair of hunters redoubled their efforts. In short order, West found his knees going weak , then straddling Gaer's waist. Instincts shouted at him to submit to them, even as he tried to scream at them to release him. His protests died out the more Aders massaged and nibbled his back, and the more Gaer overpowered him completely.
They were on him. Then they were in him. Aders knelt in front of West and guided his mouth towards a hardened shaft while Gaer raised West's hips and slid himself in. Though he could feel himself tight on Gaer, the large man had no issue whatsoever in pushing in until West felt his ass press against Gaer's hips. It hurt, and the entry alone left West drained and even weaker then before, but on the other hand it felt natural for him to be filled. Satisfying in an odd way that a more virile male had claimed him so. And Aders; though the though of a man's organ in his mouth disgusted West to his core, the humiliation was like a drug to him.
West could feel the blood pulsating into their respective organs as they pumped in to him. Were it not that the two of them held him in place, West knew he would have collapsed. He could not keep up with either of them, let alone both. He wasn't even sure how he could breathe, with Aders' dick so far back that West could feel it hammering against his throat. It should have been choking him. Hell; Gaer probably should have been splitting his ass open, the way he hammered himself in.
Aders let out a cry first, suddenly holding West's head to his pubis. Ropes of liquid flooded West's mouth in a salty taste, and Aders' grip made sure he couldn't have escaped it. Aders then let West go and let himself fall onto his back. And that's when the demon returned.