Lustverse Saga

I: No Rest from the Wicked

The crypt was all but silent, only the breathing of the sole unconscious occupant granted it life. The woman had long been unconscious, passed out from the severity of her encounter with Lili’s age old Lust priests. Beings twisted from purity into harbingers of her word and desire across the verse, their will and devotion to their mistress so powerful that even in the afterlife they head her call. The Drow had been defiled more severely and thoroughly then most mortals ever could even begin to fathom, and was only at the very beginning of her journey.

The air in the shifted ever so slightly and the girl was no longer alone, though compared to her previous companion the woman who strolled silently toward her was a decided improvement. The Queen was careful not to wake the woman, but knew that the chances of her actually being woken were slim by how physically exhausted she was.

Kneeling down next to the girl she lightly caressed the girl’s cheek, “I understand why you rest dear Zanria…but you are too important to simply sleep away your destiny…”

            Lili let her fingers slid down her neck to the small dull rune beneath her hair. The contact with her fingers instantly brought it to life that low blue glow pulsing in tune with the Drows own heartbeat. Lili briefly admired the steady rhythm of the rune; the mortality of that simple image was beautiful beyond mortal comprehension to a being of such longevity. The idea that the only difference between life and death for this woman was a biological function had always been a strange thing to Lili that something could be so fragile and know it seemed like a very intriguing life to live.         

Sighing lightly she traced the edges of the rune, “Now…slumber no more child, there will be time for that later.”

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            Zanria awoke abruptly, her cheek resting against the floor in the puddle of filth that had been left by that monstrosity. She groaned lowly, her entire body was sore in ways she had never even fathomed. Her leg muscles, both calves and thighs felt as though she run for miles, the sporadic and intense clenching of those muscles in both pain and pleasure clearly the cause. She pushed herself onto all fours shakily, and after a few whimpers of discomfort and effort managed to roll herself out of the puddle and against the nearest wall. She grimaced and managed to sit against the stone, the cold of the ancient rock against her back sending goose bumps across her body. Her arms lay limply at her sides and her legs lay flat against the ground, the effort to keep either in more normal positions to great for the time being.     

            The Drow briefly surveyed the room and was thankful to find it silent and lacking in that strange lurking feeling, closer inspections found the crypts all sealed and repaired again which seemed to indicate that the spirits were sealed again. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the wall, god even her neck was sore from being so roughly abused by that beasts tongues. She tried to remember a time when she had been so painfully tense and couldn’t. Her entire abdomen hurt so completely that she was sure something had been damaged inside her, though she knew that an internal injury probably would have killed her in the hours she had slept which meant her insides were simply sore from that things cock. She slid her hand down between her legs, half consciously expecting to find her poor slit broken and loose beyond saving but instead only winced at how sensitive her clit and lips still were. For some reason she found some solace in the idea that maybe she wasn’t ruined for normal men, of course the helpless mind tends to look for any upside it can find.

            She took some time just sitting there, even the knowledge that she was half covered in that things seed didn’t spur her on any faster. She could actually feel her bangs clinging to her temples and forehead from the mixture of sweat and orgasm likely coating the majority of her hair. After what had to have been the better part of an hour her instincts began to thud annoyingly in her head, yes she was sore, yes moving wasn’t going to be fun, but she had to get up and try and get out again. With a groan of disproval she slowly lifted herself onto her feet, and using the wall for balance began a slow deliberate shambles down the hall she had previously thought to be the way out.

            It took her longer, she was sure of that fact, but she covered ground and before long could no longer discern the entry to the crypt from the darkness of the hall behind her. As she walked on she found herself sure that the magic of this place had faded or been recalled, though she wasn’t sure if it was her instincts or the fact that she thought the point of her being here had been completed. After another hour of walking her guess was proven right, for far ahead she could see what was definitely the light of a doorway to the outside world. The offering of freedom from that place was enough to pick up the pace regardless of the soreness wracking her body, and the motions of movement helped to relive some of the stiffness in her limbs. The small flicker of daylight grew steadily as she pressed onward, and slowly the halls shadowed passage was illuminated.

            Finally reaching the exit Zanria paused and gazed out into what was seemingly the edge of a large forest. Cautiously she stepped out into the daylight and surveyed her surroundings. Turning to face the exit she was surprised to find a massive fortress reaching up into the sky, she had been in the dark recesses of its dungeons. She moved away from the structure quickly, her instincts practically screaming at her to put some distance between her and it. The forest consisted of something similar to pine trees, though on a scale larger then any she had ever seen. Their bark was nearly black and their branches much more dense and effective at blocking out the daylight, resulting in a shadowed ground despite the relative sparseness of the area she was in. Despite her comfort in darkness she found herself relieved that these great black pines were not densely packed as they seemed to be deeper into the forest to her west.

            The Drow stopped abruptly, it seemed suddenly apparent that the silence of the forest was no longer complete. She frantically strained both her eyes and ears to discover what and where the strange sound was coming from. Finding strength from the fresh air she managed a half run toward where it seemed to be coming from. She reached what was more or less the edge of the forest and looked out over a series of rolling hills stretching out toward the horizon. Straining her eyes against the now fully revealed sun she scanned the tops of the grassy knolls covering her view. The noise was growing in volume, though at a rate that seemed like it was coming from far away. Her eyes halted at the discovery of a small haze of dust or disturbed dirt rising somewhere near north. Now focused on what was surely the source of the noise she strained her senses in hopes of discovering what it was. She watched and listened as the cloud grew in tune with the volume of the sounds, and slowly, with a mixture of horror and surprise she began realizing what was coming. As they peaked a hill which had to be no more then a mile away the silhouettes gave away enough for her to realize that there were dozens of them, and the growing sounds of their barking and growling ensured that her guess was correct in believing that they were wolves.

            She turned and ran as quickly as her battered body would allow her, back into the forest, toward the deeper denser parts she had noted further into it. She panted and whined, her body seemed to throb in a mixture of panic and pain as it cried out for her to flee and stop simultaneously. The sounds of their approach grew so quickly, they were just to fast for her and even as the trees around her grew more dense and overgrown she had begun to understand that she was doomed to be caught. But there was a chance, she could see further ahead, maybe…fifty yards ahead there was something of a natural wall of trees that stretched as far as she could see in either direction. She knew it was a slim chance, but maybe if she made, and if the line of black pines stretched far enough she might be able to get away.

            She ran as hard as she could, forcing her legs to work despite the throbbing pangs of pain that ran up them each time she planted one of her feet. The sounds behind her grew deafening, there were definitely more then a dozen of them bearing down on her. She was less then twenty five yards away but now the sounds of twigs and branches snapping had joined into the howling and bestial growls closing in on her. Ten yards, now she could hear the panting of the beasts and dared not look back for fear of seeing them to close to escape. She leapt forward, turning in the air so that she was as thin as possible, yet still barely scrapped through. Her front knee and the side and front of her breasts collided with the tree to her left and sent her sprawling onto the ground beyond the line of trees. She rolled onto her back and used her elbows to frantically scoot back away from the tree line, which turned out to be the difference between salvation and death. For those few feet were what saved her, the creature behind her had been close…very close and had crashed into the trees almost before she had rolled onto her back. Its massive size shook even those massive pines, their roots groaning as they were pushed forward, some on the other side actually burst through the forest bed. The wolf head was easily larger then the girl’s entire torso, its snapping jaws clamping shut in their death motion less then a foot from her. Its hot breath cascaded over her, and its yellow eyes, aflame with fury and rage bore into her very soul.

            But even for a creature of such immense strength of ferocity, the great trees of the forest proved too strong and despite their initial give seemed to stand their ground without the added force of the creature’s running start. The wolf seemed to recognize this as well and calmed it struggle against nature. As the creatures glare subsided slightly Zanria suddenly felt as if her body was her own again and quickly rolled onto all fours and scurried further away and rested her back against a nearby tree. She worked quickly tearing up what little tatters of clothing she had left and tending to the scrapes on her chest, as well as the more serious gash on her knee where it had collided with the tree.

“Little wench!” the beast suddenly roared, a mass of yelping and howling behind him stopping abruptly at his words.

Zanria was dumbfounded, never had she come across a wolf of his size, let alone one who could speak. His words shook her to her very core, the bestial half growl of each syllable setting off alarms in her subconscious never even known to her.

“Don’t look so smug whore!” roared the beast, “You only escape for the moment!” it drove its monstrous promise home by roughly thrusting his shoulders into the trees blocking him sending twigs and needles showering down over the girl, “I’ll have elf cunt! Whether it be today or tomorrow I’ll have you broken under my lust either way!”

Zanria was practically trembling, every fiber in her body screamed to simply run. Instincts genetically engrained in her had been awakened after generations of slumber yet even they could not force her to budge in her terror.

“Run along little slut! Enjoy your freedom while you have it!” The beast withdrew its massive head from between the ancient pines and glared at her ominously, “May these eyes haunt your dreams, for they will soon again look upon you!”

The wolf reared up its head and let loose an ear piercing howl which literally shook the trees and filled the girl’s chest with the pain of a nearby explosion. The pack behind the beast joined in but were little more then crickets chirping in an iron mill. The creatures howl fell off and it again locked eyes with the girl, before abruptly turning and sprinting off down the line of trees in search of a path through.

            Zanria felt as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders, a fresh jolt of energy seemed to reveal itself and she quickly got herself onto her feet and running deeper into the forest which seemed now to be her only safe haven. She ran until her lung drew in fire and her blood pumped battery acid, until the cramp in her side grew to much to ignore less it curl her over and leave her helpless on the ground. She slowed and took a moment to breathe, she judged that she might have gone a mile or two into the forest, nothing spectacular but enough to get away from the wolf for a while anyway. She let the stitch in her side die down some then began a steady walk further forward. The sun was on its final descent toward the horizon, she vaguely wished that she had started this trek earlier in the day as to cover more ground. She knew she was going to have to make camp, she was to unfamiliar with these parts to risk wandering in the dark, she could only hope that monster wasn’t going to continue his hunt after nightfall.

II: Webs of Torment

            She walked on well into the late afternoon before finally coming across something of worth. The trees suddenly opened up, revealing a small clearing with a pond at its center. Upon closer inspection she found that it was flowing, some underground stream or river had either wore away the topsoil or come across the cavern and filled it. Regardless of how it had come to be she was simply happy to find clean water and finally get all of the previous night’s filth off of her. She waded into the pool and let out a light yelp at how cool it was. Even with the goose bumps it gave her it was worth it, her body had been running hot for a long while now and it was nice to relieve that heat. She scrubbed down her legs and abdomen, sighing as she approached a level of cleanliness she had been without for the better part of two days now. To say that it didn’t relieve a subconscious weight from her mind would be an understatement, having always been privileged with wealth and amenities she had never experienced such squalor and a bath was a step in the right direction to keeping hopeful.

            Finally clean she lounged on the grassy shore of the pond for a while, soaking up a thin ray of sunlight that penetrated the canopy above. As the sun drew further toward the horizon the forest darkened quickly and Zanria was forced to pay for her idleness through a hurried and frantic search for tinder and twigs. After that she was left to go through a frustrating process of trial and error with what little survival knowledge she had to spark a fire. Darkness was already setting in when she finally got a spark to fall onto her small pile of tinder, and after a few close calls managed to get a small fire started which in itself was something to celebrate.

            The nights were surprisingly quiet, which started out as something of a relief. She had expected the sounds of unseen creatures to haunt her imagination and keep her awake, but was instead met with general silence save for a few crickets and light rustling of branches high above, likely owls or bats…at least she hoped. But as the night drew on and true darkness set in she began to wish there were sounds of wildlife, the silence was far worse. She had never been in a forest so quiet; hell she had never seen a city in the dead of night so quiet. Her thoughts drifted to things terrible enough to inspire all wildlife to fall silent or flee…and none of the images were particularly welcomed ones.

            Despite her fears and active mind, she was tired, exhausted even and sleep crept upon her in the later hours of the night. This was to be expected of course, and the creature that had been watching patiently from hidden vantage points was quick to begin its slow, silent descent from the trees above. It was a perfect predator, its silence complete; its breathing steady and consistent, even awake and alert then girl would have had little chance noticing its approach. Even as it neared the girls steadily dying fire the Drow did not stir or so much as flinch, it would be easy to take her before she was even able to wake…but this creature was not so easily satisfied.      

“Such a poor girl…” spoke a soft motherly voice.

Zanria did as she was asked, her eyes slowly opening. She felt as if in a haze, maybe because she was still so tired and without any real rest in so long. But as her eyes focused she realized it must have been for some other reason for that strange darkness magic had again fallen around her. This time she was sure of who had cast it, for on the other side of her fire, which now was barely still burning, a woman stared curiously at her. She was tall and completely nude, her skin of that palest tone Zanria had ever seen. Her arms and upper shoulders were covered in a fluid tribal marking that seemed to run continuously from wrist to wrist. Her hair was white; strangely it seemed a more pure white then even the Drows own. Her face was feminine and attractive, her body lean and tone, her breasts full and perky, but she was very definitely not mortal. Her groin was covered by a strange biological ashy material of the like Zanria had never seen. But most offsetting were her eyes, where white should have been was instead a deep consuming darkness and instead of normal coloring her irises were deep golden and seemed to glow dimly in the darkness. They were lifeless, and in some ways otherworldly, they unsettled the girl intensely.

“Wh…what do you…want…?” her mouth was dry and it was hard to talk, almost like she was drunk.

            The woman only smiled lightly at the girls question and shook her head in denial. Zanria stared confused why had this woman appeared, why did she refuse to speak, and why was she so groggy. Her eyes grew heavier and heavier, then just as quickly as she had awoken, sleep once more took hold.

            The Drow awoke several hours later, her head swam and she had to shut her eyes to keep the world from spinning. Using all of her will she managed to somewhat ignore the strange heavy feeling across her body and sit up; the spinning sensation slowly withdrew as she wobbled precariously. Opening her eyes again she took a moment to gather herself and instead of looking around focused her gaze on the floor. She quickly noted that she was no longer in the grass near the pond, but instead on a strange string covered surface which seemed to give slightly under her weight. Bringing her gaze up she quickly found that this strange material was all around her creating a sort of oval shaped room.

“Well good morning little Drow…” a familiar soft voice spoke up from behind the girl causing her to jump and quickly turn about in surprise.

            Zanria found only a second surprise once turned about, she found herself face to face with the woman that had come to her by the fire. Those dark eyes level with her own yet simultaneously reversed. Zanria’s gaze drifted up, her eyes drifting over the feminine lips, full breasts and then higher to wear her true horror came into being. The woman was not a woman at all, she was a Drider. The midnight black, heavily armored carapace of a spider took over where thighs should have met knees. The eight long arachnid legs clung effortlessly to what Zanria had no identified as webbing which made up the room she was now inside.

            The Drow had seen many a Drider in her time, yet none compared to the creature who she kept company with now. This creature was larger by far then any she had seen or heard of, the spider half easily as tall as the Drow was and nearly doubled by the woman half. In place of the normal red hourglass mark on the bulbous hind end of the spider sat a crimson half crescent moon with a streak of even darker red running across it horizontally.

“Surprised?” asked the Drider lightly, “Rightfully so I suppose…” she said soon after, in effect answering for the girl. “Most are…” she began as the slender legs holding her to the ceiling began moving down the wall and unto the floor eventually righting herself, “Though I always find that surprise odd…I have dwelled in this forest for so many years it seems strange that none would warn of me.”

            Zanria watched and listened silently while trying to search for some path of escape without attracting attention to her doing so. But it was easy to see that she was in a nest…a sealed nest, and chances were that even in a perfectly normal state Zanria was sure the Drider would be able to catch and stop her with ease. She was then of course, left to the will of one of her kinds most age old enemies.

The woman inhaled deeply and sighed happily, “Fear…such an intoxicating scent…especially coming from someone as…” the woman licked her lips deviously, “Tasty looking as you.”

            Zanria flinched at the mention of “Tasty” a word she rarely took as complimentary…especially when coming from a Drider. She unconsciously slid herself away from the woman, trying to put some distance between them but only succeeding in pushing her back to the silken wall of her current prison. The Drider followed closely and in the end closed the distance between them until her human half hovered only a few feet away.

“What…do you want from me?” asked the Drow fearfully, “What are you going to do to me?”

The Drider female giggled lightly and gently caressed the Drow’s cheek, her touch was cold and frightful, “What do I want? Well I already have what I want…” she lightly slid her fingers down across the girls jaw and off of her chin with a light flick, “As for what I’m going to do to you…”

The Driders movement was fast, completely unavoidable. Her hands quickly pushing the Drow’s legs apart and her head rushed down, where her lips parted and her teeth clamped onto the girls inner thigh. A shooting pain ran up the girl’s spine, forcing a surprised scream from her lips. Zanria reached down and took a rough hold of the woman’s hair and tried with all her might to remove her from her leg, but no matter which way she pulled or tugged or twisted her efforts were useless.

When the woman finally pulled away she was giggling lightly, offering a view of a pair of long translucent fangs still dripping with a strange green liquid. Zanria rolled away from the woman and grasped the inside of her thigh, the two tiny puncture marks oozed small streams of the green liquid as she clutched her leg.

“What was that!” she creamed in a panic, “What did you do to me!”

The Drider simply giggled, and wiped a bit of the venom from her chin, “I just gave you a little something too…relax…” she grinned devilishly.

            For a moment Zanria was intent on asking what the hell she meant by “relax”, but that question quickly answered itself. Where pain had started, pleasure soon flooded through her. Her nipples grew stiff, and she uttered a small weak whimper as her pussy moistened. The knowledge that it hadn’t been poison but a drug came to her, some sort of drug that put her in a state of arousal…arousal that kept groin more and more intense. Within moments her mind was clouded with a need unlike any she had ever experienced. So complete was her lust that her captor quickly became a worthy mate if only she would relieve her of this need.

            It seemed that that was exactly the point, for the Drider again moved forward, this time she moved slowly…her hands drifting gently over the girls thighs and down to her already dripping slit. Her fingers were like a gift, their tips skillfully tracing the Drow’s lips, teasing her in all the right ways. Chills ran up the girl’s spine, and just as she let loose her first breath of ecstasy the Driders fingers lifted the hood covering that wonderfully sensitive nub and went to work. Zanria tensed up instantly, her fingers clenching into fists as new more intense pangs of pleasure rang into her core. Zanria’s orgasm was abrupt, unexpected and earthshaking, her thighs trembled and she arched her back against the wall.

“Oho…” exclaimed the Drider in surprise, pulling her fingers, now coated in the girl’s orgasm away to examine them, “Such a powerful effect…you must be sensitive to my little aphrodisiac.”

Zanria sucked in several deep breaths and swallowed hard, “Sen…sensitive?” she asked half stuttering.

The Drider smiled lightly, “Yes…my venom can put mere mortals such as yourself into a lust driven stupor…You seem particularly susceptible to it…” as if to prove her point she lightly traced one finger around the edge of one of the girls nipples, which instantly forced a moan of pleasure from her lips, “Even your skin has gotten more sensitive…interesting…” The Drider female shrugged, “Oh well, guess that just means more fun for you.”

            The Drider reached forward and took hold of one of the girl’s ankles, and with ease drug her away from the wall. Zanria found herself more or less immobile, and even if she had the ability to fight back…her body was far to intent on relieving her still growing lust to actually allow her to do so. Instead she simply allowed herself to be taken, and even as the Drider spun new web over her hands and bound them high above her own head she simply panted weakly and awaited her fate.

“Such a good little pet…so willing to accept her situation…” she giggled and lightly ran her fingers through the Drow’s hair, “You deserve a gift for such obedience…”

            The Drider moved forward so that her spider halves abdomen rested just over her waist. Zanria looked down in a daze as the sensation of something resting against her came to her. Even in her lust driven craze she was shocked by what the Drider intended to use on her. The creatures cock was massive and unlike any she had ever seen or heard of. The base of the shaft emerged from a flexible carapace panel on the underside of her spider half and was easily as thick as her own thigh. This thickness continued for a good four inches before it abruptly narrowed by roughly an inch, forming a rounded edge at the change in girth. This continued every four inches until it came to the final section of the alien cock where instead of a normal head it flared out in a similar fashion to that of a horse except triangularly shaped. The length was mind boggling and if not for the newly acquired knowledge that her womb could be pierced she would have never believed it had any real use. Yet even with that understanding it seemed impossible, the things tip rested just below her breasts and from her perspective seemed to begin just below her groin.

            The Drider giggled at seeing the girls shock, but made no comment on her surprise. Instead the front pair of her spider limbs reached up and pressed the girl’s breasts together around the tip of its member. The spider half of the Drider rhythmically bobbed forward, using the Drows tits to massage it into full arousal. Above the Drider’s human half seductively nibbled upon one finger and massaged her breasts, small moans of pleasure falling from her full lips with each short thrust. Zanria rolled her head back and nibbled at her own lip, her skin lighting fire as the surprisingly soft skin of the Driders shaft slid across her abdomen. The tip soon oozed a thick precum, which quickly had the Drow’s full chest glistening with moisture.

The Drider let out a satisfied sigh and drew her abdomen back, and withdrew her grip on the girl’s chest. The armored legs instead aided the Drider in weaving a coating of web around each of the girl’s ankles and then, grasping the newly made webbed cuffs pulled the girls legs up and back until her knees were almost lever with her own breasts. This folding over of the girl left her rear a few inches off the ground and groin completely unguarded. A quick flicking of her spider limbs and the web around her ankles was fastened to the floor near her hands.

“Oh…” The woman leaned down so that her human half was eye to eye with the girl, “My name is Felicia…forgive my rudeness…you were just so enticing I forgot my manners.” She giggled lightly and laid a short kiss upon the girl’s lips before again sliding into position.

            Zanria simply laid her head back and prepared, she had begun to understand what she was meant to do here…had begun to simply allow it to happen as it seemed she was helpless to affect it. She felt the tip of that massive cock come to rest at the entrance to her still sopping slit, and despite the fear of it found herself craving it. She briefly wondered if that craving was due to the drug coursing through her veins…or maybe I she really enjoyed being violated and abused.

            The Drider…Felicia began pushing forward, and Zanria groaned as her lips were pulled open. The pressure of the spider woman weight grew and grew, but it bore no fruit and instead only lifted the Drow’s lower half higher off the ground.

“A tight one aren’t we…” mused Felicia lightly as she stepped back, allowing the girls to fall back against the floor, “Just a minor inconvenience though…”

            The Drider went to work again, this time spinning a thick strand of web across the girl’s waist which then pulled tight, fastened her to the floor. The stretch caused by having her abdomen pulled down while her legs were pulled up was more then a little uncomfortable, and after only a few moments the muscles in her thighs and rear were burning from the strain. This mattered little to the Drider who simply returned to her previous position and began once again applying pressure down upon the girl. Again the weight grew and grew and her body tried to resist this new and massive intrusion, but now…so thoroughly fastened into place it had no relief and soon the tip forced its way inside her.

            Zanria moaned out as she was pulled apart, instantly she found herself spread nearly as far as the beast she had first met had been capable of and it was only the beginning. Felecia pushed forward, and the first section quickly piled inside her up to the first bulge of girth. Again the weight grew and grew until finally her body gave way, and the second section of her shaft pushed into her. Zanria cried out, this time a sprinkling of pain obvious as she was stretched beyond anything she had been before. She looked down and once again saw the bulge of her rapists cock in her abdomen, and even as she gazed down the tip of the bulge pushed forward into her body. It soon met the entrance to her womb and with a short but powerful jerk pried the entrance to her most precious void open and slid inside. Zanria again groaned and attempted to arch her back against her restraints. The sensation of that ever so strong muscle being forcefully pulled open was not something she believed she would ever get used to.

The third bulge of girth came, and after a brief resistance her body again gave way again allowing more of the monstrous length inside and further pushing her body well beyond its known limits. She felt the tip collide with the back of her deepest recesses and let out a sigh of relief and strange pleasure, the idea that she was literally full to her limit sexual in a way she didn’t understand.

“Aww…you reached your limit?” the Drider sighed, clearly saddened that she couldn’t gain full embrace inside the girl. “I guess it’s all that can be expected of one of your race.”

            Zanria gave no reply, her body and mind under far too much stress to commit energy to something as useless as words. The bulge of Felicia’s member stretched nearly to the bottom of the Drows breasts, and if she had been standing the slight drop would have ensured it did.

            Felicia wasted little time before she began thrusting into the girl in long steady jerks, each motion drawing more then half of the inserted length out of her slit before pushing roughly back inside. Zanria was reduced to an incoherent mess within minutes, the mixture of pain and pleasure far too great to comprehend or resist. Her first orgasm came long before the Drider had even gotten past the adjustment stage of stretching the girl. Her speed and ferocity grew steadily over what seemed like days to the Drow, after a half hour the Drider was pounding her in a rapid yet fierce motion. Each thrust forced a spray of the Drow’s juices out over the immense length, and a cry of pure unadulterated ecstasy from the girls mouth.

            By the time Felicia began showing signs of reaching her limit Zanria’s voice was hoarse and she was all but broken in mind. Her eyes had long been rolled to their whites, thin trails of saliva trickled down her chin and her body rocked limply against the Drider’s ruthless assault. The only life showed with the rapid succession of orgasms which sprayed torrents of the girl’s sweet nectar across the thick cock which defiled her.

            Felicia’s cries of orgasm came abruptly, her sounds of pleasure long subdued to small whimpers showed little of her climaxes approach. The pressure, heat and shear volume of her orgasm brought Zanria back from her stupor. Her belly bloated outward with the first torrent of seed, the first spasm of the Drider’s cock released more then the demon had in its entire load. The second and third spray quickly filled her to and past capacity sending torrents of the thick seed out around the spider’s member. The two women cried out loudly, one in pleasure the other in agony.

            Slowly the sprays of seed died down to small more manageable sizes, but even then it was more then any man could produce in ten sessions. Zanria half drunkenly lifted her head up and gazed down at her stomach. The bulge of the creatures cock so deeply lodged inside her was now gone, replaced instead with a light pudge as if she were a few months pregnant. But she wasn’t pregnant, she was being ballooned by some beasts come, used like a little fuck toy…and some part of her was truly and utterly satisfied by it. She was humiliated that even such a small sliver of her being had enjoyed itself, but could do nothing but accept her position and feelings.

“Such a good little girl!” exclaimed the Drider happily, “I think you deserve something even more special…” Felica grinned deviously and slowly slid her massive, now slightly flaccid length from the girl. A thick wave of her seed gushing out behind it as the tip fell free.

            Zanria’s head fell back weakly, a sigh falling from her lips as relief washed over her. Her groin already throbbed with soreness, and the entryway still stung slightly from the intense stretching it had received. Yet to her horror her pussy was quickly filled once again, this time by something new. Gathering the strength to again lift her head she discovered something new and if possible even more alien then the woman’s first appendage. This…thing, whatever it was emerged from slightly further forward then her cock, and was considerably more narrow. It had a pink tone and was somewhat transparent. Unlike her cock it was much more malleable, and even with what seemed like a considerable length inside her she felt little stretch. She groaned in discomfort and slight annoyance as it pushed deeper into her, yelping and grinding her teeth as it forced its way into her already overflowing womb.           

“Now now, now whining…that’s hardly polite when someone is giving you a present is it?” asked Felecia, repositioning herself so that her human half could caress and fondle the Drow, “Relax…this is the best part…” she added as she lightly nipped at the girls still stiff nipples, the brief shocks of pain forcing small whimpers from the girl.

            The “best part” turned out to be something truly unexpected, and if not for her all consuming exhaustion she would have fought with every fiber of her being. The long narrow shaft of the appendage currently violating her suddenly bulged as dozens of baseball sized spheres moved down it and inevitably into the female. They pushed and stretched her entrance and cervix over and over again; Zanria moaned and scratched at the webbing with her fingers but was helpless to stop her impregnation. Over and over again they slid into her, and soon what had been a small bulge of her stomach became a notable one. The stretch of her skin like pins and needles and for a short time she thought she would simply burst. But despite what must have been forty eggs, she did not burst and was instead left as a late pregnancy looking woman full of Drider eggs.

The appendage slid outward and Felecia lightly ran her fingers over the Drow’s inflated stomach, “Such a good girl…so many of my children, few could claim such a bounty.” The Drider lightly wove a small section of webbing and effectively plugged the girl shut ensuring that the new inhabitants of her body remain inside.

            Felecia spent a great deal of time massaging the girl’s breasts, caressing her newly impregnated belly and laying gentle kisses upon her captive’s lips. Despite her fear and horror, she inevitably was consumed by her exhaustion, and so the Drow slept. Her Drider rapist lightly toying with her for hours after, for her babies mother need be pleased and happy…she had many young to tend to after all…