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Indie, selective & private Lolth from Dungeons & Dragons
Written by M, she/her, 30+
ATTENTION: This blog is +18 only, will present mature and triggering themes, such as abuse, non-con, anthropophagy, blood, gore, and obviously SPIDERS. Everything will be under the dead dove: do not eat tag listed below cut.
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Thanks @demonwebs for the visuals <3
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@harpershigh as Jaheira
@dev1lsadvocate as Mizora
The little thing's kiss felt... Hot. Hot like anger, salty like blood, slick a storm. The werewolf's emotions ran through the strings of Lolth's web, and it was all such a delightful chaos β feral instinct clashing with fragile reason, hunger and rage snapping at the edges of control, and a deep, aching loneliness howling through the cacophony. It was a wild, untamed symphony of raw emotion, primal and fractured, and Lolth drank it in like ambrosia. She pulled back, her dark eyes gleaming, her smile sharp with delight. "Oh, my sweet beast," she murmured, her voice trembling with a dark joy. "What a glorious mess you are..." The spider loomed close, her lips brushing Katya's ear in a gentle, yet pointy nibble. "Youβre perfect."
Sleek arms coiled around the werewolf, her touch deceptively soft as her hands drifted lower, fingers curling over the curve of a single buttock. Slowly, her claws raked upward, carving a delicate red line that bloomed against the tiefling's skin. Controlled, precise β just enough to tease, to taste, to mark. Oh, how she longed to unravel this creature, to peel back the layers of chaos and strength, but mortals were such tragically fragile things. So easy to break when the game had barely begun.
IF HER TAIL WASN'T WAGGING BEFORE, it certainly was now. After all, how many women got to say that a goddess considered them perfect? She would venture a guess that it wasn't many. Katya was starting to think she had gotten terribly drunk and died and went to some sort of heavenly plane.
But obviously that was not where Katya was headed after death, so she was more than alright with accepting this reality, especially as Lolth put her hands all over Katya.
She felt a claw rake up her back, blooming blood dripping slowly from the wound and she let out a small pleased noise before pulling Lolth back into a kiss, deeper this time, more animalistic, more passionate. She wanted those teeth and claws all over her body and she was more than alright with being roughed up while they were at it. In fact, she was encouraging it with her behavior.
"More," she muttered against the other woman's lips, eyes barely open as she purred.
The little thing wasn't just compliant β oh no, she was eager. She was begging for more, practically throwing herself into the Spider's webs, tail wagging like a mindless little pup. How utterly delightful. Every sound she made β those pleasing little whimpers, the shivering breaths β Lolth basked in it, drank it in like honeyed venom. But it wasn't enough. No, it was never enough. She wanted the screams, the raw, primal pleas, the tears staining that pretty face. She wanted the growls that betrayed defiance even as the tiefling's body gave in.
Silken threads winded around Katya's limbs, pulling them taut, spreading her wide in a perfect tableau of submission. The Spider leaned in, fanged teeth grazing her throat β just a whisper of pain, a lover's bite, enough to pierce skin and let the blood bloom in dark, slow rivulets down her chest. She didn't need much β just a taste, a single drop of that chaotic, untamed essence. This one couldn't be broken, no, and Lolth didn't want her broken.
Lolth's fingers trailed lazily along Katya's skin, dipping into the dark, crimson rivulets trickling from the punctures on the werewolf's neck, the warm blood painting her claws in sinuous strokes. Slowly, deliberately, she dragged her hand across Katya's chest, smearing the slick, glistening crimson over pale skin in languid, serpentine patterns.
Katya was her canvas, her plate, her masterpiece, her feast. The Spider's tongue flicked out, tasting the blood that stained the werewolf's skin, savoring the rich, metallic flavor as it lingered on her lips. Each drop, each smear, only deepened the thrill, a twisted delight in the mess she'd created. The thrill of it β this perfect blend of beauty and brutality-was everything Lolth craved.
"Oh, look at you," she cooed, her voice a purring mockery of affection. "Such a beautiful mess... dripping, writhing, so wonderfully raw." Each movement of her hand was unhurried, savoring every moment, every reaction. She pressed down just enough to feel the heartbeat beneath her palm, savoring the life as if she held it in her grasp. "Let's see how long it takes to cover you entirely, my little wolf. Shall we paint you in the truth of who you are?"
Fuck you drow, I'm the goddess of tieflings now.
Y'all are REALLY eager to throw the poor tieflings under the bus, are you not? πππ
Fuck you drow, I'm the goddess of tieflings now.
Felicitas picks up her flute and plays the "Waa waaa trumpet" melody on it right in Lolth's back.
*gestures vaguely towards @devouringmadness *
*looks at all the so-called LOLTH-SWORN drow*
"See? That's why I abandoned you."
*looks at all the drow in disappointment*
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. I expected more from you."
did you hear mystra's chosen wouldn't explode himself for her?? embarrassing... skill issue. Now if //I// was your chosen...
Lolthβs laugh echoed, a dark, velvety sound, slithering through the shadows like silk across skin. βOh, dear,β she purred, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. βThis chosen of hers seems terribly disappointing indeed. But do not think for a moment that I would expect such mediocrity from one of my own. Now, about you..."
Her voice darkened, turning cold and sharp as a fang. βWoe to the day I choose a male. Do you really think I would ever lower myself to such a ridiculous thought? A male as my chosen β how laughable. No, I would sooner unravel the very fabric of the webs than let the weak sex bear my mark. Stay in your place, where you belong.β
Haarlep wiggles his butt. "Punish me, mistress." @dvilsdesire (I'm sorry lol)
Punishment. Oh, how precious. The little winged creature begged for it β fluttering so eagerly into her webs, like every other pitiful, glittering moth from the Hells. They all yearned for her webs, craving the silken strands that would bind them tight. And who was she to deny such a delectable plea?
Yes... punishment could be arranged, but only on her terms β and always more exquisite than they could possibly imagine.
Lolth's fingers danced through the air, each movement deliberate and graceful, as gossamer threads of shimmering silk materialized from the void. They spun around the incubus with an eerie, predatory precision, encircling their wrists, their ankles, their waist, until they were suspended like a prized trophy. The threads stretched taut, pulling their limbs outward β not in violence, but in perfect, controlled tension, as if Lolth were presenting them to an audience: herself. The web glimmered faintly, a cruel beauty in its intricate design. Lolth tilted her head, studying her work with a satisfied smirk. "There now," she purred, her voice honeyed with malice as she closes the distance, her body touching theirs, their lips now mere millimeters apart. "Stretched just enough to admire... every exquisite flaw. Tell me your name, winged little wonder..."
"Go on, Jinx. AMUSE ME."
jinxβsΒ mindΒ flickeredΒ withΒ imagesΒ fromΒ herΒ pastΒ asΒ sheΒ stoodΒ beforeΒ theΒ imposingΒ presenceΒ ofΒ lolth.Β theΒ memoriesΒ clawedΒ atΒ her,Β eachΒ oneΒ sharperΒ thanΒ theΒ last.Β theΒ snickersΒ ofΒ herΒ sistersΒ echoedΒ inΒ herΒ ears,Β theirΒ mockingΒ laughterΒ cuttingΒ deeperΒ thanΒ anyΒ blade.
β youβllΒ neverΒ beΒ oneΒ ofΒ us,Β jinx.Β leaveΒ theΒ swordsΒ toΒ theΒ realΒ drow. β β goΒ ahead,Β playΒ yourΒ littleΒ games.Β maybeΒ oneΒ dayΒ someoneΒ willΒ takeΒ youΒ seriously...Β byΒ mistake. β
sheΒ hadΒ triedΒ toΒ laughΒ itΒ off,Β toΒ coverΒ theΒ hurtΒ withΒ herΒ usualΒ cheerfulΒ faΓ§ade.Β sheβdΒ spunΒ dazzlingΒ illusionsΒ toΒ distractΒ herself,Β toΒ convinceΒ herselfΒ sheΒ didnβtΒ needΒ theirΒ approval.Β butΒ evenΒ theΒ brightestΒ illusionsΒ couldnβtΒ maskΒ theΒ stingΒ ofΒ rejection.Β herΒ ownΒ familyΒ hadΒ calledΒ herΒ weak,Β strange,Β unworthyΒ ofΒ theΒ houseβsΒ name.
forΒ years,Β sheΒ hadΒ clungΒ toΒ theΒ dreamΒ ofΒ beingΒ likeΒ drizztΒ do'urden.Β aΒ rebel,Β aΒ hero,Β someoneΒ whoΒ couldΒ riseΒ aboveΒ theΒ venomousΒ websΒ ofΒ drowΒ societyΒ andΒ proveΒ thatΒ sheΒ wasΒ different.Β butΒ standingΒ here,Β beneathΒ theΒ dark,Β all-seeingΒ gazeΒ ofΒ theΒ spiderΒ queen,Β aΒ newΒ clarityΒ dawnedΒ onΒ her.
whyΒ run?Β whyΒ hide?Β whyΒ seekΒ theΒ approvalΒ ofΒ thoseΒ whoΒ wouldΒ neverΒ seeΒ herΒ worth?
herΒ lipsΒ curledΒ intoΒ aΒ slow,Β sinisterΒ smileΒ asΒ theΒ fireΒ ofΒ vengeanceΒ ignitedΒ inΒ herΒ chest.Β no,Β sheΒ didnβtΒ needΒ toΒ fleeΒ likeΒ drizzt.Β sheΒ didnβtΒ needΒ toΒ beΒ aΒ hero.Β sheΒ couldΒ carveΒ herΒ ownΒ path,Β oneΒ whereΒ theyΒ wouldΒ neverΒ dareΒ lookΒ downΒ onΒ herΒ again.
β myΒ queen, β sheΒ began,Β herΒ voiceΒ honeyedΒ yetΒ sharpΒ asΒ aΒ blade,Β β youβveΒ watchedΒ me,Β havenβtΒ you?Β watchedΒ asΒ theyΒ spatΒ onΒ me,Β mockedΒ me,Β castΒ meΒ asideΒ asΒ nothingΒ moreΒ thanΒ aΒ shadow.Β theyΒ thinkΒ meΒ weak.Β butΒ shadows,Β motherΒ ofΒ spiders,Β areΒ whereΒ yourΒ powerΒ thrives,Β arenβtΒ they? β
sheΒ steppedΒ forward,Β herΒ illusionsΒ swirlingΒ aroundΒ her,Β shiftingΒ andΒ coilingΒ likeΒ predatorsΒ readyΒ toΒ strike.Β herΒ toneΒ grewΒ darker,Β herΒ grinΒ moreΒ wicked.
β whyΒ shouldΒ iΒ runΒ fromΒ themΒ whenΒ iΒ canΒ makeΒ themΒ bow?Β iβllΒ showΒ themΒ theΒ strengthΒ theyΒ refusedΒ toΒ see.Β iβllΒ becomeΒ moreΒ thanΒ theyΒ couldΒ everΒ dreamβaΒ matriarchΒ greaterΒ thanΒ anyΒ inΒ myΒ familyβsΒ history.Β whenΒ theyΒ seeΒ myΒ shadowΒ darkenΒ theirΒ halls,Β theyΒ willΒ tremble.Β whenΒ theyΒ hearΒ myΒ nameΒ whispered,Β theyΒ willΒ fallΒ toΒ theirΒ knees,Β beggingΒ forΒ mercyΒ iΒ willΒ notΒ grant. β
herΒ voiceΒ droppedΒ toΒ aΒ venomousΒ whisper,Β herΒ glowingΒ eyesΒ fixedΒ onΒ lolthβs.
β andΒ allΒ ofΒ it,Β myΒ queen,Β willΒ beΒ inΒ yourΒ honor.Β giveΒ meΒ yourΒ blessing,Β andΒ iΒ willΒ makeΒ theΒ underdarkΒ itselfΒ singΒ ofΒ myΒ vengeance. β
theΒ illusionsΒ aroundΒ herΒ solidifiedΒ intoΒ aΒ toweringΒ imageΒ ofΒ aΒ throne,Β wreathedΒ inΒ shadowsΒ andΒ spiderΒ silk,Β aΒ visionΒ ofΒ theΒ powerΒ sheΒ craved.Β jinxΒ kneltΒ beforeΒ lolth,Β herΒ headΒ bowedΒ butΒ herΒ resolveΒ unshakable.
β amuseΒ you?Β oh,Β myΒ queen,Β iβllΒ doΒ farΒ moreΒ thanΒ that.Β iβllΒ reshapeΒ theΒ webΒ ofΒ ourΒ world, soΒ thatΒ allΒ whoΒ walkΒ theΒ depthsΒ mayΒ trembleΒ atΒ yourΒ glory.Β yourΒ nameΒ willΒ beΒ whisperedΒ withΒ fearΒ andΒ reverence,Β asΒ evenΒ theΒ mostΒ defiantΒ willΒ bowΒ beforeΒ yourΒ power,Β knowingΒ thatΒ allΒ things,Β evenΒ theirΒ fate,Β areΒ wovenΒ byΒ yourΒ hand. β
Lolthβs laughter slithered through the shadows, soft and silken, laced with venom and delight. Her many eyes gleamed in the darkness, fixed upon Jinx with a glint of predatory pleasure. βOh, little spinner of promises,β she purred, her voice a honeyed snare. βYou weave such beautiful words. And such bold claims... reshaping the web of the world in my name. How utterly delicious.β
The goddess extended a hand, her fingers dancing through the air as if plucking unseen threads. Shadows thickened, coiling around her, twisting into a swirling mass that pulsed with otherworldly power. βYou amuse me, my child. And for that, you shall bear my favour.β She flicked her wrist, and from the writhing darkness emerged a sigil, glowing faintly in the form of a spiderβs mark. It hovered in front of Jinx, waiting for her touch.
Lolthβs eyes glittered with dark amusement as she observed the little drow before her. Power was such a fragile gift, after all. To Jinx, it would feel intoxicating, transformative β a tool to reshape the world, to climb higher, to carve fear into the hearts of the unworthy. But Lolthβs true intention was far less benevolent. The blessing was a web of its own, spun not to uplift but to entangle. She bestowed it not out of generosity, but out of a burning curiosity to watch how swiftly Jinx would spiral into ruin, how the weight of her newfound strength would crush her under her own ambition. The chaos she would unleash in her rise and inevitable fall β alliances broken, blood spilled, relationships torn apart β would be the sweetest spectacle. Lolth fed on that destruction, that discord, her fingers twitching with glee at the thought of Jinx thrashing in the snare of her own making. To empower a mortal was not to elevate them β it was to offer them the means of their own undoing, all while Lolth savored every delicious moment.
βGo now, my ranger,β Lolth murmured, her tone dripping with cruel delight. βWith this blessing, summon a spider of monstrous size β your companion and enforcer of my will. Let it crawl forth from the web to crush those who dare defy you. Or me. Let them learn what it means to tremble before my glory.β
She leaned back into the shadows, her lips curving into a sinister smile. βDo not disappoint me, Jinx. The web is vast, and it watches all.β
The little pup was quite the flatterer, wasnβt she? How amusing. What an interesting little creature, with sharp eyes, sharper senses, and even sharper claws. A perfect little machine for destruction. Lolth could already feel the thrill of having her trapped in her webs, pulling at her strings, making her dance to the goddessβs will. But, of course, that joy would only last so long before the entertainment wore thin. Nothing ever lasted, not even her amusements.
Until then, though...
Lolth spun her delicate finger through the air, the gesture fluid and deliberate. From the tip of her finger, a thread of glistening, ethereal web unraveled, shimmering like silver strands of silver. It drifted toward the tiefling's neck, wrapping around it with a soft, almost seductive grace. With a flick of Lolth's wrist, the thread tightened and curled, drawing the creature closer.
The Spider places a finger under her chin, delicately tilting her head upwards, lowering her massive body to face the mortal at the same level, inspecting her, savouring her earthy scent.
"Go on, little beast. ENTERTAIN ME."
KATYA USUALLY TOOK HER RESPONSIBILITIES LIGHTLY, but not this time. Not here, not now. When a pretty, monstrous lady tells her to be entertaining - how can she not take that responsibility seriously? Even if she hadn't seen what Lolth had done to those who displeased her, she would still want to please.
So when the thread yanked her closer and Lolth's finger tilted her head upwards, she couldn't help but let out a dreamy little sigh, head tilting into her touch as she was inspected.
She hoped she met those expectations.
She was fairly confident that she did. After all, she could heart the goddess taking in her scent and seemingly be pleased by it. Which made her own heart thump harder in her chest. Her silver gaze taking in Lolth in turn, looking upon her massive body with awe. She smelled like the underdark, reminded her of the pleasant calm of the darkness and the soft glow of the flora within it. She'd purr if she could, but alas, she wasn't a werecat, just a werewolf.
"Of course, my lady - " with those words, she quickly shook the thoughts and leaned in, closing the small gap between them, pressing her lips to the goddess' in a bold move.
The little thing's kiss felt... Hot. Hot like anger, salty like blood, slick a storm. The werewolf's emotions ran through the strings of Lolth's web, and it was all such a delightful chaos β feral instinct clashing with fragile reason, hunger and rage snapping at the edges of control, and a deep, aching loneliness howling through the cacophony. It was a wild, untamed symphony of raw emotion, primal and fractured, and Lolth drank it in like ambrosia. She pulled back, her dark eyes gleaming, her smile sharp with delight. "Oh, my sweet beast," she murmured, her voice trembling with a dark joy. "What a glorious mess you are..." The spider loomed close, her lips brushing Katya's ear in a gentle, yet pointy nibble. "Youβre perfect."
Sleek arms coiled around the werewolf, her touch deceptively soft as her hands drifted lower, fingers curling over the curve of a single buttock. Slowly, her claws raked upward, carving a delicate red line that bloomed against the tiefling's skin. Controlled, precise β just enough to tease, to taste, to mark. Oh, how she longed to unravel this creature, to peel back the layers of chaos and strength, but mortals were such tragically fragile things. So easy to break when the game had barely begun.
@mephist4r : β i've seen far more horrific beauty in darker places , little spider . β
@mephist4r
Lolth's laugh was a venomous melody, sweet and cruel all at once. "Oh, darling," she cooed, her voice dripping with derision. "And yet... You crawled out of those darker places only to find yourself here, still speaking to me. That says volumes, doesn't it?"
"Nothing interests me less than impressing you." - amalica // @fleshcarverfugitive
"Ah, but you already have, Amalica," Lolth crooned, her voice dripping with mockery and delight. "Such defiance, such fire... Itβs adorable. You may claim indifference, but every word you speak, every rebellious glare, is just another strand in the web you've already woven for me. Oh yes, youβve impressed me β deliciously so."
"Flatteries, empty flatteries, words rehearsed from a book, a prayer, straight out from a priestess's lips? IS THIS WHAT YOU THINK I DESERVE???"
β charisma is all that i have ! IM SORRY ! β
Slender, clawed fingers danced across Vhaalβs pale cheeks, tracing patterns that were as delicate and gentle as they were dangerous. They pinched, they tugged, but never to tear β no, this was not about breaking. It was about playing. A low, wicked laugh bubbled from Lolth as she watched, savoring the moment. βThere, there, my child,β she purred, her voice a venomous caress. βAn honest reaction, just as I like it. This is what I crave. I want you raw... I want you pure...β
"Of course there is, my child."
There is not.
"Now answer. Do. You. Find. Me. Attractive?"
lies . β like a ... flame to a moth , dark mother . beautiful , and captivating and utterly terrifying in ways my mortal mind could not possibly fathom , i'm sure . β was that it ? was that the answer ?? did he get it ? did he get it ??
"Flatteries, empty flatteries, words rehearsed from a book, a prayer, straight out from a priestess's lips? IS THIS WHAT YOU THINK I DESERVE???"
"Your Drow are borin' and ungrateful - would tap and let ya talk down to me, 11/10."
"Ohhh, arenβt you a fascinating little beast? A werewolf and a tiefling, with a tongue as sharp as your claws. And here I thought my drow were the height of arrogance. Tell me β would you really live up to it, or is that just the animal in you craving to be leashed and tamed? Either way... You have my attention."
HER TAIL IS ALREADY WAGGING, her face covered in a cheerful grin. After all, her arrogance was warranted, wasn't it? If even a goddess gave her attention?
"If a powerful and beautiful creature such as yourself wants t' attempt to leash and tame me, how could I say no? Why would I say no?"
The little pup was quite the flatterer, wasnβt she? How amusing. What an interesting little creature, with sharp eyes, sharper senses, and even sharper claws. A perfect little machine for destruction. Lolth could already feel the thrill of having her trapped in her webs, pulling at her strings, making her dance to the goddessβs will. But, of course, that joy would only last so long before the entertainment wore thin. Nothing ever lasted, not even her amusements.
Until then, though...
Lolth spun her delicate finger through the air, the gesture fluid and deliberate. From the tip of her finger, a thread of glistening, ethereal web unraveled, shimmering like silver strands of silver. It drifted toward the tiefling's neck, wrapping around it with a soft, almost seductive grace. With a flick of Lolth's wrist, the thread tightened and curled, drawing the creature closer.
The Spider places a finger under her chin, delicately tilting her head upwards, lowering her massive body to face the mortal at the same level, inspecting her, savouring her earthy scent.
"Go on, little beast. ENTERTAIN ME."
" Haha... You're sexy... Do you have eggs?"
(I'm sorry that they're weird)
"Did your little mortal brain hatch that question all by itself? Hmmm?? PATHETIC STUPID MORTAL, I SPIN FATES, I WEAVE DESTRUCTION, I CRUSH THE WEAK AND ASCEND THE CUNNING! I AM THE SPIDER QUEEN!!!"
"...and yes, I lay eggs."
"Awwww, did you reeeaaally think you could escape me? How adorable."
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"Well, I'd say I've done a pretty nice job of it."
Phalar Aluve shrieked in the presence of Eilistraee's wicked mother, gripped tight in Amalica's hands as she eyed the Spider Bitch with no shortage of contempt and perhaps just a bit of fear.
"House Dryaalis is no more. I live free under the moon and stars as we did centuries ago. You hold no sway over me, Flesh Carver."
"House Dryaliss is no more, indeed... And you did such a great job in assuring that."
A smile surges in the spider's lips, eyes gleaming as Amalica brandishes that cursed sword. Ah, the defiance, the recklessness, the bloodlust! Would the drow be tempted to bury that blade in her own creator's chest? Ah, the thrill! It was all so, so... ENTERTAINING!
"Bold of you to assume I hold no place in your heart, when every waking moment is consumed by thoughts of me. Every step you take, every choice you make β it all revolves around my rule. Deny it all you like, but the truth is plain: I made you. I carved you into what you are, and even now, I CONTINUE TO MOLD YOU. You are mine, in mind, in spirit, in everything."
A long, flourished, almost nurturing sigh follows.
"Seek me out when you're ready for what I have in store for you, my dear, sweet, Amalica..."
