Imagine joining an online chatroom because you struggle meeting people in real life, but god do you want to lose your virginity, right?
Most of the men you meet aren't all that interesting, but there's this one guy...fucking hilarious, witty, a bit dry. His chat name might be "deadmeat" but by the pictures he sends it's anything but.
Deadmeat: thought of you again, bloody mess. Can't wait to have you.
The picture attached is his usual, hard cock covered in at least two previous loads, tip flushed pink and wanting. The calloused, tattooed hand it's cradled in is what drew you in initially. Most folk in the chat room were...well...gifted in size, and as fun as it is to imagine you can hardly manage two fingers on a good long day.
But this man? Perfect fit. About the width of his palm, fingers easily wrapping around. Not small by any means, but definitely not heart-stopping in a bad way.
You: just a few more days. Got the motel booked?
You make sure it's safe, of course you do. Swapping photos together in anticipation for the day.
Deadmeat, or ghost as he requested you call him now, is...a little different than you expected. Tall, for one, nearly brushing his head on the top of the doorframe when you nervously unlock the motel room.
You don't quite realize the breath of your mistake until you and ghost are half undressed in bed and you slip a hand under his waistband. You slide you hand along the soft hair at his base, wrap your hand over it and—
...no. no way.
The amusement on ghosts face as you frantically shove his pants down and pull out his dick is palpable. Holy shit, he's massive. You're a few centimeters shy of wrapping your hand around him, not to mention the length.
You swallow thickly, glance up at him.
The fucker has the audacity to chuckle, reaching down to wrap his impossibly large hands around his dick, give himself a few pumps "well? Everything you were expecting? Don't worry, i can make it fit."
thinking about that helicopter scene in fire n ash, and him fucking you in a squat?! (his thighs im drooling all over the screen)
"fuckin shit" jake grunts, his hips struggling to keep pace. he curses, exasperated and so fucking turned on, his dick throbs incessantly inside you. muscles aching with the position. the bench is too low, for such a big guy like him. it forces him to sit in a squat, thighs spread out beneath you. planted in his lap with his thick hard cock buried in you. "uncuff me, come on...take them off" sully groans, throwing his head back at the sensation of your tight warm pussy sucking him in greedily. shaking your head in disagreement. little does he know how fucking turned on you are. feeling his muscles flex and tremble. the na'vi growls. obviously frustrated and you can see it in his needy eyes. calculating his options.
you fall against his chest, shivering as his handcuffed wrists dig into your lower back. he straightens up, his biceps wrapping firmly around your small body. he keeps you locked and you see white. his huge dick pushes all the way in, as he plants his feet on the ground and uses it as leverage. thrusting up ruthlessly into your weeping cunt. "squeezing me so tight." jake groans, pushing himself so deep you go breathless. limbs going numb with the unbearable pleasure. he's so fucking big.
"i asked you nicely babygirl but no. you just had to be a fuckin brat." his voice gives out when his ears pick up in the lewd squelch. fingers pinching your waist, the handcuffs rubbing over your skin with each sharp thrust. "i can fuck you just as good with these on" his grip on your body tightens, almost using you as his fleshlight. one particular thrust has you bouncing up on his lap. ramming deeper than ever, it has you spasming. cumming so quickly that you don't register his hot tongue licking over your cheek before he kisses you roughly. grunting about how once he gets these handcuffs off, he's gonna fuck you twice as hard.
content warnings: 18+, smut, fem reader, human reader, power imbalance, breeding, creampie, cervical penetration, size kink, overstimulation, rough sex
word count: 1.0k words
a/n: first fic on this blog!! enjoy yall <33
jake’s hand is heavy on the back of your neck, his thumb tracing the line where your hair meets your skin while he watches you struggle. being with an na’vi is a lesson in scale; his cock feels like a literal wall against your front, and even with you draped over his lap, you feel small, swallowed up by the sheer mass of him. the bioluminescent freckles on his cheeks glow a soft, steady blue in the dim light of the shack, contrasting with the flush on your own face.
"easy," he rumbles, his voice a low vibration that you feel in your marrow more than you hear in your ears. "you're getting ahead of yourself again."
his hands move to your waist, his long, thick fingers nearly meeting around your middle. he lifts you just a few inches, enough to break the rhythm you were trying to find, before settling you back down with agonizing slowness. his girth is a blunt, stretching pressure that leaves you breathless, making your vision swim as he fills you to the absolute limit. you can't help the way your fingers dig into his shoulders, your nails scratching against the tough, blue skin as you try to pull him closer.
jake lets out a huff of a laugh, a sound that's more growl than anything else, and hooks a finger under your chin to tilt your head back. your eyes are wet, hazy with a need that’s starting to feel like a physical ache. when he pushes a thumb into your mouth, you suck on it greedily, your jaw trembling from the strain of trying to stay quiet.
"that's it," he mutters, his eyes dark and fixed on your mouth. "just take it. i got you."
he starts to move his hips then, a shallow, grinding tilt that keeps the friction centered right where you're the most sensitive. it’s a slow, deliberate torture, and every time you try to buck against him to find a deeper angle, he just holds you firmer, making sure you feel every single ridge of him until you're nothing but a shaking, sobbing mess in his arms.
jake’s teeth graze the shell of your ear, his breath hot and smelling like the forest air outside. the slow, shallow grinding of his hips shifts into something more purposeful, more rhythmic. he isn't letting you go deep yet, just dragging the broad head of his cock against that one specific spot until your toes curl and you're whining into his thumb.
"you want it, don't you?" he asks, his voice dropping into a rough, jagged whisper. "say it. tell me what you need, baby."
you can barely get the words out. your head is lolling back, throat bared to him as you choke on a sob. "please, jake... i can't— just give it to me."
he doesn't wait for you to ask twice. his other hand slides from your waist down to your ass, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh there as he pulls you down hard. he meets you with a sharp, upward thrust that bottoms out deep inside you, hitting your cervix with a force that turns your world white. you let out a muffled scream against his hand, your body going rigid as the first wave of your orgasm hits, squeezing him so tight he groans, his forehead dropping against your shoulder.
"there you go," he pants, his pace turning fast and dirty now that you've broken. "take all of it. that's my girl."
he doesn't stop just because you've climaxed. he keeps driving into you, his massive frame shaking with the effort of holding back his own release while he watches you come apart. the sound of skin slapping against skin and the wet, messy friction of your arousal fills the small space, drowning out the sounds of the pandoran night.
jake's grip on you becomes bruising, his breathing turning into harsh, animalistic huffs. he tilts you back, his eyes locked on yours as he delivers three more heavy, soul-crushing thrusts before he finally stiffens, his own release hitting him with a violence that makes his tail lash behind him. he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his weight sinking into you as he fills you with a hot, pulsing heat that seems to go on forever.
jake’s breathing is a series of jagged, heavy rasps against your skin as he keeps you pinned to his lap. he doesn’t pull out; instead, he stays buried deep, his hands still clamped onto your hips to keep your body sealed against his. you can feel the rhythmic, heavy pulses of him emptying into you, a thick, hot overflow that makes you feel stretched and heavy in a way that’s almost overwhelming.
"don't move," he grunts, his voice thick with the aftershocks of his own peak. "stay right there. i want you to keep every bit of it."
you're still coming down, your heart hammering against your ribs like a trapped bird. the sensation of him filling you up leaves you feeling dizzy. he finally lifts his head, his pupils blown so wide they almost swallow the yellow of his iris. he looks at you with a raw, possessive heat, his hand moving up to brush a stray, sweat-soaked hair from your forehead.
"look at that," he murmurs, a ghost of a smirk pulling at his mouth as he watches the slight tremor in your legs. "good girl. took it all just like you were told."
slowly, he begins to ease back, and you let out a soft, broken sound at the loss of the pressure. the mess of it is immediate, a warm, slick slide of him and your own arousal coating your thighs and the blue skin of his lap. he doesn't seem to mind the mess; if anything, he looks satisfied, reaching down to smear a bit of the excess over your hip like he's branding you.
jake pulls you back against his chest, wrapping his massive arms around you and tucking your head under his chin. the frantic energy of the shack has settled into a lull. he doesn't say much else, just starts a slow, grounding rub along your spine, his tail curling loosely around your ankle.
"get some sleep," he whispers, his voice finally softening. "i'm not going anywhere."
Getting trapped in a dark cave had been scary enough WITHOUT the gigantic titanoboa naga staring at you from the entrance.
“Mmm…”
He slithered closer, laying flat on his belly so he could get a good look at you. His tongue flicked out, lapping at your cheek.
You were too terrified to scream or run away, so you stared up at him in terror. Though he was huge, he made no moves to crush or swallow you whole.
“How cute…”
A strange purring sound filled the cave as he flicked his forked tongue out again. His lower half rubbed against the cave ground, and two cocks sprung out of his slit.
He tilted his head, blinking before reaching out pick you up by the back of your shirt. Now, you struggled like your life depended on it.
“N-no, please don’t! Let me go!”
This was it, you were going to be devoured whole! You squeezed your eyes shut, ready for the worst…
But instead of being swallowed, you felt something warm and stuck slide between your thighs, rubbing against your soft skin. The naga grunted, his body vibrating with purrs as he moved your back and forth.
When you opened your eyes, your face became hot with embarrassment as you realized the situation you were in.
He was rubbing you against one of his cocks while he pumped the other in his hand. His face was flushed, his cocks leaking precum.
“W-what are you doing!?”
You whined, one of the cocks kept pressing against your panties, his precum soaking through the thin fabric. It was almost shameful how good his cum smelled…
“Getting you ready to breed…”
Your panties were easily ripped off, the very tip of one of his cock rubbing against your hole, tiny compared to the thing he wanted to shove in you.
“Y-you can’t, it won’t fit!”
He nuzzled his head against your face. If he had been any less gentle, he may have broken your neck.
“Doesn’t have to fit…”
With that, he began pushing the very tip in, slowly thrusting it into you. You yelped at the sudden stretch, barely able to fit the tip at all in your small, fat cunt.
“C-can’t!” You blubbered, whining as he continued rubbing and thrusting against you. “Too much!”
But… as the pain began to ease, you started to feel… strange. The smell of his cum, thick and heavy in the air had your pussy drooling. You wanted it, wanted to be bred by both of his cocks.
When he flicked his tongue out to catch your scent again, he made a happy sound, his cocks twitching in excitement. His little mate was enjoying this, you were aroused!
“That’s it, little one… just take it. I’ll fill you up, don’t worry your pretty little head…”
Your belly bulged with his cum as it spurted into your womb, filling you up and making you cream all over the tip of his cock.
He seemed absolutely enamored with how round and soft you were after taking his load, curling up around you and using his soft chest you keep you comfortable.
“Oh, so precious… you’ll give me the cutest little hatchlings, won’t you?”
Earlier that day you had been exploring the jungle with some friends, and now you were mated to the mythical Titanoboa Naga…
pussy jobs with a man twice your size; hands pressing your hips hard into the mattress, so that way there's no escape from the ruthless rutting of his hips between your soaked, sloppy lips
No because I’ve been seeing a lot of SnowLeopard Satoru and I freaking love it but I also love the idea of the roles being reversed!
SnowLeopard!Satoru is still much bigger than you but he isn’t as potent as you, Suguru used to think that in the your relationship Satoru controlled everything but come to find out it’s you who keeps the big man in check.
It’s you who’s pinning Satoru down when you want his fat cock to fill every inch of your cunt, it’s you who’s on top of him, grinding down to make your greedy pussy feel good.
All Satoru can do is sit back and whine loudly while you use him like he’s one of your toys, he won’t say it out loud but right now he preferred if you used your toys, the way you take what you want drives him insane in such a nasty way.
Satoru cries and cries from the overstimulation his cock is facing, when you lift your ass off of him he gets the chance to look at his erect cock and see the mess of mixtures you’ve made, as well as how red his cock is. You slide right back down with no problems, fully enveloping him in your warmth all over again.
SnowLeopard!satoru never gets to take control in the bedroom, nor does he really want to, he likes how you tell him whatever, whenever you want something done. All he has to do is lay back and look pretty.
SnowLeopard!Satoru who’s aggression can really get out of control, you know His species has a bad temper problem, something your baby can’t control, when he does yell at you and realizes what he’s done he’s on his knees, tears in his pretty blue eyes begging for your forgiveness.
But you’ll have none of it.
You jerk him off so roughly that night, ignoring his Loud whines of how much it hurts, if it hurts so badly why is his cute cock spewing out fat droplets of cum, why is he also in the same breath insisting that you tease his fluffy tail?
If it hurts so badly why are his hips bucking up to meet you halfway?
I am too shy to ask from my actual blog but...the concept of fairy!reader being kept in one of the guys underwear while the go about their day...the musk...the warmth...I need to sit down.
Kyle Garrick x afab!reader, fairy!reader, fairy/human, micro/macro, size kink, size difference, (reader is about 6inches top to toes), musk/scent kink, multiple orgasms, come play, womb/belly expansion, womb fucking(ish), ass play(ish), about two sentences of piss kink, kink negotiation, dubcon (reader is fucked fully dumb as Kyle keeps going)
It had taken ages to work out a plan both you and Kyle were comfortable with. He'd been- not worried, but terrified, that some unthinking change to sit or walk or anything would crush you, but just laying still while you burrowed down against his balls wasn't what you wanted.
You want the movement, the heat of his skin and the way scents change from morning to evening, the old fairy instincts to seek and hide among bigger, stronger people soothed as Kyle spent a day doing everything he normally would, but with you coming along for a ride. You spend hours talking through it, giving scenarios and escape options, and finally biting his earlobe with sharp needle teeth and reminding him that he'll definitely feel it if you have to press that particular emergency button against his dick.
Kyle buys some special boxers meant for men with the sort of cocks that need their own support system, blushes hot enough to sting your palms with his cheeks when he realizes they fit without a gap, and when he dresses that morning you hug his cock with your whole naked body, wings fitted down tightly, and sigh in bliss as the cloth comes up and light goes away, leaving you in pure darkness.
His belt buckles, pants zipped, and every bone in you goes soft as butter as Kyle does as he promised and follows his normal morning routine. There's a pressure all over your back and wings from the boxers holding you in place, and Kyle's cock is thick and warm, long enough- or you're small enough- that stretching your toes down tickles at his slit, your face rubbing into trimmed pubic hair.
His cock shifts a little, and you stretch again, feeling all the silky-soft skin luxurious on your own. You'd been up close and personal with it before, fisted his hole with your whole arm and rubbed your clit off in the waves of come, but there's something specially intimate about just hugging it. Giving it little kisses at the base, too soft to be felt, secure that you're in a safe and hidden place, protected by your favorite person.
Sounds are muffled, there's no sight, and all you have left is the pure physical sensations. Skin and sweat and cock, the musky smell of a man curling over your tongue and in your nose, and even without noticing there's slickness between your thighs, hips rubbing a little as you curl up, finding a little pocket between Kyle's cock and balls, and oh, oh that butter-soft feeling soaks into you like the heat from his flesh. Everything floats soft and easy, and you rouse only a little when more noises filter in, and there's a barely perceptible shift of light in your space.
Someone laughs, and Kyle moves around more, thick trousers going away for looser shorts, his cock bouncing as they're settled over his hips. The thick weight of it smacks you a little, startles you into moaning, and abruptly you're moving- a fast swinging rhythm, contained in the tight boxers but still lifted and bounced, the musk of Kyle's balls getting thicker as he starts to sweat with his run.
All you can do is cling to him and moan, shuffling around until you're unsure what's up or down, blind to everything except soft skin and heavy scent, to the damp curve of balls at your back and the way your drooling cunt throbs as you grind against Kyle's cock.
Everything is slick and sweaty when he finally finishes, the pounding of thick thighs slowing down, and your hips pump fast, clit pulsing, and come squeezing his cock, panting against the head, upside down and all turned around against him.
A burst of stinging light and fresh air makes you flinch, and huddle down as Kyle's hand comes around you, lifting you up still attached to his cock.
"Easy, baby, just a break," he murmurs, soft to your sensitive ears, and you recognize the blurry outlines of a sink and urinal. Pee break, then, and you stretch a little as Kyle pisses.
Then he tucks you and his cock back into his boxers without fully shaking off, and a sharp piss scent joins the thick musk saturating you. Kyle shudders a little and buttons back up when you moan and lap at the head of his cock, tonguing the slit.
His cock jerks, a little droplet of fluid welling up, and you slurp at it greedily. Kyle's balls jump, belly flexing, and you get a little delicate tap of behave across your back.
You swipe your fingers over the damp cockhead, collecting slick, and shove them into your cunt with a wail. Fuck, back to the safe dark and now there's more heat and scent, Kyle going back to...whatever, you forget, you don't care, he's redressed and talking to people that don't matter nearly as much as the orgasm you're finger fucking yourself into.
After that you fade back into the soft and easy grinding, somewhere between a doze and sex, body steadily simmering as the hours pass and Kyle just carries on, his scent settling down again as you stop teasing him. You feel soft, liquid, even your wings damp and curling up as your cunt keeps gushing, slick spreading between your folds and over your clit with every throb and squeeze. Kyle must be able to feel it, the way his cock is sticky and warm, how you keep squirming against it. At some point you drunkenly attach yourself to his balls, sucking at them, the curling hair deliciously scratchy on your skin, making your nipples ache. Pressing your face into them gives you nothing but his musk, oxygen unnecessary in here, and you come again without a touch, only the taste and scent of Kyle reducing you to some limp and soaked little creature.
Kyle's voice rumbles, and you moan and quiver. He's not as soft as he was before, iron control starting to flag, giving you something harder to rub off on. You feel so damp and sticky. Your clit and pussy ache all together in pulses, your skin is slick with sweat and fluids, and it feels like every wriggle and moan just winds you up more and more. Kyle's feeling it too, his cockhead plump under your hands and lips, damp little slit welcoming your tongue.
You love making out with his cock, tonguing into it, licking and sucking along the slit. You like to pretend it's what Kyle would do to your pussy, if your sizes ever could match, and every welling gush of pre he gives you is swallowed like mana, or smeared down your body and between your legs. Even curled up inside the boxers, his cock is so thick and long, your whole body can rub against it, feet against his balls.
His cock jerks, and you feel cloth shifting, as Kyle strips open his pants. Light blinds you again, this time not a quick tug- Kyle shoves everything down to his thighs and you feel his hand grip you, squeezing you against his cock, as he moans and starts jerking off with you still attached.
It's the hottest, headiest, most incredible thing you've experienced. Even Kyle's tongue forcing between your legs for you to grind on doesn't match this.
The fresh air makes you even more aware of the heavy funk seeped into your skin of sweat and balls, the musky cock smell hot and wild with lust, your skin slick and wings so soft and tender you couldn't fly even if you wanted to. Is this what your fairy ancestors did, found a hot cunt to crawl into or a thick cock to hide behind, made themselves valuable as sweet little things to rub off with?
Kyle's fist is strong, the muscles in his forearm tight as moans and pulls faster. Your legs bounce limply between his fingers, and you give up trying to hold onto his cock as the heel of his palm forces your hips up, pussy not even grinding anymore so much as just sliding, so wet you're leaving a trail on his skin, spurts of precome sticking to your hair, your face, every time you're moved to rub across his cockhead.
Your eyes roll. The raspy little moans still bubbling up your throat are muffled with every wet drag against Kyle's cock, pussy clenched and cumming almost unceasingly from the pressure against your clit, thighs splayed wide, head sagging, and Kyle doesn't stop or let up at all, just focused on finally cresting the wave that you've been indulging in all day.
A thick string of precome drools out of his cock, across your gasping mouth, and you choke around it briefly; even your nose is covered. You swallow and spit and heave for breath, tongue hanging out, and Kyle abruptly props you up against the head of his cock, sitting on it, other hand stroking fast as the leaking slit gasps open and shut just a little against your pussy-
The first burst of come overwhelms you, a thick wave spilling over your thighs and belly, hot and sticky, but the second catches your hole just right and you're filling up, cunt forced open by the sheer volume, the spurts of a normal orgasm magnified by a hundred when you're only as big as the cock itself.
His come holds back the desperate squeezes of your pussy, thick and hot, sticky inside you, and as another burst slams inside Kyle groans and holds you tighter, your limbs and tits all bulging out between his fingers, as even your womb strains and swells with it, the tiny little opening forced wide and greedily sucking it all inside. You're not even gasping anymore, just lost in the stretch of it, the claim of his come filling you up, drowning you in it, as Kyle brings you up and down to slap against the head of his cock.
There's a solid ache and pressure as your womb expands, each weak flutter of your pussy helpless to hold back the flood, and you garble out some wet nonsense as your belly swells, straining, the massive spurts of come forcing you bigger and fuller with each stroke of Kyle's fist. Your body lifts up and drops down again, like some parody of riding his cock.
Each smack of your pussy to his slit brings another powerful spurt, more come to fill you up, the quiver as your womb stretches to capacity rolling down through you. It doesn't stop, a full day of Kyle holding back while feeling you moan and come against his cock, his balls heavy and fat with everything he'd kept back for you, and even your ass can't stop the thick hot come from making more space inside you.
Your pussy packed full, his come gushes into your ass instead, pouring into your belly. You can feel it expanding, overflowing, somewhere the dim and slowed down thought processes registering the way your thighs flex, clit swelling, with another orgasm that blows your mind away like sand.
You sag as Kyle's hand finally slows, his heaving breaths blowing hot down over you. There's so much come, expanding your belly in a fat bubble, puddling over your tits and across your neck and face, dripping down over your open mouth. Your ass clenches, and your stomach heaves, forced small under the weight of your womb, the come that Kyle had filled your guts with coming up in a cloudy white hiccup, more mess over your cheeks and empty eyes.
You're nothing but the scent and come and slick-sticky feel of it, body filled up and used up and rubbed so smooth you don't have any thoughts left, worn down to the base instincts that keep your heart beating and lungs breathing, and the burning heat of lust and love, of having someone who can use you so thoroughly and still tenderly, carefully peel you off his cock (you whimper, trying to cling, you love it so much) and start to clean you up.
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Kyle hums soothingly, letting the low vibrations carry through the air. You're so small, all curled up, tiny except for the fat swell of your belly. He presses on it very lightly, and watches the gush of his come spurt from your hole. You don't even twitch, and he does it again, just to see the flow splash out, the way your throat works up another bubble of come to drool out your mouth.
Seeing you like this, he can't believe he waited so long to try it, all his worries swept away. You're as gorgeous as ever, shining with sweat and slick, wings clinging wetly to you, every inch thickly painted with come even as he wipes it away.
He hadn't expected it to hit so hard, for him- this was meant to be for you- but he'd loved having you so safe and secure, out of anyone's sight, it did something crazy in his brain to have you so perfectly under his control- and the hours as you dozed and came and wriggled around, as he felt your hands stroke him and tongue lap and kiss, the way he'd had to stop dead in the hall and bite his tongue not to moan when you had started making out with his cock. Fuck the rest of the evening, he wasn't waiting any longer, and only stopped himself long enough to get a cloth ready in case.
You gasp a little, choking on come, and Kyle rolls you in his hands. Laying on your belly forces a fresh wave of come from your pussy, and Kyle bends his head closer to watch the way your hole stretches out around it, how it squeezes briefly in a fluttering little orgasm even as more spills from your ass.
He didn't even know that would happen- he'd wanted to come over you, not imagining he would come inside you- and it's heady, knowing he can fill you and wreck you so intimately. That you'll be sticky and reeking of his cock for days, now, even wiping off won't take it away entirely. Even your womb so full and fat you'll be dripping with it, spitting milky come up on your tongue just to swallow it back again.
You gasp a bit more, and moan at the end of a hiccup, coming back a little, as Kyle rubs his fingers down your back. Maybe pushing a little, making you squeal as your womb and belly all squeeze, and Kyle catches his own come on his tongue as he licks it up, the tip flicking up between your thighs, catching the light taste of your slick under the musky taste of himself.
You moan, limp, and Kyle settles down and pops you up to his mouth like a treat, slurping, already stroking his cock again as he chases that sweet slick, determined to clean you out until that's all he can taste again.
Hot Drider woman who ties you up with her silk and lays her eggs in you while making out sloppy style.
Request send per my Messenger Pigeon Tim, thank you very much.
Kabr0z Writes Episode 211: Arvix Girls
Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!
The back catalogue is making its way to Ao3!
CWs: Intox; alcohol; kidnapping; oviposition; restraints; mild breath play; aphrodisiacs; cervical penetration; being squished under a Very Large Woman;
A/N: This one took like 4 days to get right, and I'm not 100% sure it's quite right... Also the brief sorta changed halfway through when I realised I could make this absolutely fit something one of my friends posted about liking...
Enjoy!
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Arvix. City of night. The jewel in the crown of the deep elves, situated as close to the surface as they can stand to build. One of the few places in the empire where a visitor could be and not find themselves executed, enslaved, or worse. You'd come here to trade. Furs and cheeses from the North, olives and wine from the West. A long route, to be sure, but worth a pretty penny to brave the trade lanes as they wend under the mountains into the dark.
You had expected to make a profit, enough to pay off the investors you'd somehow roped into bankrolling this little venture, and you had. What you hadn't expected, was to pull.
After finishing your business in the trading square, you'd gone to one of the less openly xenophobic pubs in the city. Deep elvish society wasn't exactly welcoming at the best of times, but the more progressive establishments didn't really care who was spending gold, only that they kept spending it. The beer they brewed was pretty diabolical, a sharp-tasting mixture made by fermenting algae that clings to the edges of underground pools. Foul-smelling, foul-tasting, remarkably strong. So strong that you were already reeling in your seat by the second pint, you would've fallen off halfway through your third, had she not caught you.
May’Stra. She'd introduced herself as May'Stra. An old-fashioned deep elfin name, the kind that normally meant something, as opposed to how expats tended to name their children outside the empire. She can't have been that old fashioned herself, she caught you after all.
You drank together, you laughed together, you tried not to stare at the fact her humanoid torso ended in the thorax and abdomen of a huge spider. You knew little of the religion that shaped so much of the empire, partly by design, they kept few enough material exports and fewer still cultural. Either way, she was friendly enough. She seemed to hang on your words, letting you talk at length about your travels, buying you flagon after flagon of the strong, musty drink.
You knew you'd had too much when you started to almost enjoy it.
Getting to your feet was a struggle in and of itself. Staggering over to the stairs leading downwards into the rooms, architecture cut into the rock itself, was borderline impossible. By the time a familiar pair of blue-grey arms lifted you from the ground, hoisting you into a princess carry as your newfound friend skittered down the staircase.
She navigated easily, despite the narrow stairs. It made sense they'd design their architecture to allow those chosen by their deities to move easily. She also knew exactly where she was going. When you slurred out that she had walked straight past your room she simply cooed at you in her arms, the eight chitinous legs working to keep you moving quickly through the maze of corridors. Outrunning the torchlight, a gentle ruddy glow coming from subtle patterns on her skin. An ethereal glow around her like a halo, utterly failing to touch the rock walls around you
Assuming there were still walls.
Her movements were silent now. Gone was the steady click-clacking of slender spider legs on stone. She moved on as your eyes gradually acclimated to the gloom. You were in a cave, vast and vaulted. Was it natural? Stalactites clung to the ceiling, the longest of them plunging down around you, their surface marbles with growths of the glowing lichen.
“Welcome home, outlander” Her voice was unmistakable, but it wasn't the warm, welcoming voice you heard at the bar. It was colder now, with an edge of something approaching loathing “You are honoured, you will make a fine host. Now just hold still”
You looked up at her, eyes widening in a drunken horror as her face split open, unfolding to reveal a set of dripping fangs. You were too slow, too drunk, and much too afraid to dodge the bite.
The venom works fast. It keeps the victim alive, conscious even, but that's all. Once it enters the system, it floods the peripheral nervous system. Carefully tuned through magic or divine intervention, the heart continues to beat, the lungs continue to breathe, but for the next few hours the victim will be unable to move, wracked by spasms.
Of course, you hadn't set foot in a library for almost half a decade, and even then it was only to hire a wizard who knew something you didn't have time to learn yourself. So, when you began to twitch and spasm, ever muscle straining painfully against every other one, you did the only sensible thing.
You panicked.
The venom stopped you from opening your mouth to scream. The sound still echoed around the chamber, muffled by the rictus grin as you were passed from her arms to a pair of nimble pedipalps. The silk streaming from her spinarette, covering you in later after layer as you flipped end over end. By the time she was done, you were being lowered beneath the web on a thick rope, cigar-like, still straining against yourself. Still drunk, delirious from panic and exhaustion, your screams turned to whines, then sons, then silence as sleep overcame you.
She was upon you when you awoke. The cocoon of webbing opened up, strung across the web to make an impromptu platform. Your body once again yours, albeit pinned under a her thorax. You'd been totally stripped, naked as May’Stra looked down at you, clacking those inhuman fangs together, no longer feeling a need to hide her nature “How is my pet? Feeling better? Good.”
She didn't wait for you to answer. She didn't seem to care if you did or not. You could feel her abdomen descending towards you, her body twitching in anticipation “You get to be my pet, so full, so beloved”
Her legs pried yours open, the immense bulk of her form pressing against you, driving you into the layers of silk. You could squirm, but only a little. The fangs leering over you made it clear that doing so is a bad idea. You were able to move because she wanted it, not because she couldn't stop you.
Feet in the air, arms pinned, you awaited it. Whatever she had planned for you. She wasn't being forthcoming with details, murmuring to you about how privileged you are, how good of a pet you'll make, how good you'll look in a few weeks. Was she going to eat you or collar you? Maybe both? All you knew was, the longer she went, the softer she spoke, the more her spider half twitched and shifted. The web bounced under her. Every time it did, you felt something brushing against you. Something hard, jabbing into you.
A feeling like cold water washing down your spine. A stinger? Spiders don't have them, right? Though May’Stra wasn't really a spider, she was something else entirely. Maybe she did? Again and again, the protuberance jutting from her underside prodded into your flesh, more than hard enough to bruise the soft flesh of your thighs and crotch.
Her muttering was getting faster, a barely-murmured stream of consciousness. She wasn't even looking at you any more, hands kneading her tits as her bulbous hindquarters kept on poking at you. Pinned beneath her, forced to watch, you could feel yourself moistening. The humanoid half of her was beautiful, all soft curves and plush flesh, giving way so readily to her fingertips. She was giving you a show, whether she intended to or not. You blushed, not wanting to think about the butterflies in your belly. Trying not to notice how your juices were starting to leak out of you as you watched her turning into a whining, whimpering mess above you.
The thrusting rod struck true. Aided by your ample fluids, it sank into you. The air flew from your lungs as her weight slammed against your cervix. Half a tonne of spider-lady pressed into you, pinning you to the web, lodging her inside. She was a moaning, drooling wreck, too blissed-out to do anything but chase her orgasm. You were nothing more than a convenient hole, a warm, wet place for her to rut into. She didn't say that, didn't need to. Your widespread legs, the sound of your cunt being ravaged by her top-large pole, your tearful yips and helps. You were hers. Hers to do with as she pleased. You both knew it.
More and more she pushed down into you. You or the web. One would break first. Her thrusts were irregular, no rhyme or rhythm to them, only sheer animal instinct driving the pulsing abdomen down. The gossamer creaked beneath you, bending and stretching as the tough elastic material protested at the stress it was being put under. The sounds she made were neither elfish nor any of the tongues of men. Grunting and gasping, punctuated by sonorous moans as she bottomed out in you, straining the muscular ring of your cervix near breaking.
She was leaking into you. Thick mucous that seeped into the walls of your cunt. You could feel it coating you, strangely cool against the increasing heat of your depth. It was definitely drugged, dosed with muscle relaxants, opening you wider to accommodate her. Softening the hard wall at the back of your cunt, relaxing the entrance to your womb.
It worked too well.
In mere moments, the pain was gone. Moments more and she was deeper in you than any of your lovers had ever gone before. Her weight rested on you. Some part of her instinctively pinning your body down as more and more of the oozing slime deposited in your womb. It was going to your head now. The breath pressed from you, the drugs in her slick, sticky cum, your head spun as your own moaning joined hers. By the time the first of the golfball-sized eggs deposited into your womb, bonding on contact with the fertile lining, you were much too high to notice but for a satisfying stretch as more and more joined it. Each one landed deep within you, placed directly into your supplicant belly, sticking together with the drugged slime that kept you twitching and drooling.
You weren't a person any more. You were her pet. Beloved, honoured, round with her clutch.
