Imagine having a Drider for a husband who doesn't know much about how humans reproduce, so when you get pregnant he starts counting down his days because he believes you're gonna eat him.
He thought you had kept him alive for this long because you loved him so much.
So when you wake him up in the middle of the night, telling him you're hungry, and are getting cravings, he bursts out into tears. He knows what's about to come. So he starts to say goodbye to you and your baby bump, giving you both kisses before closing his eyes tight.
You lie next to him confused, because you just wanted ice cream. After a couple of seconds of silence, your husband opens his eyes and you both just stare at each other, completely baffled with each other.
You explain to him how you wanted ice cream and if he would be so kind and go get it for you. He nearly breaks down again because you weren't going to eat him.
In the end he gets you that ice cream, and he cuddles you while you eat it.
I have 12 tarantulas and a few of them get spooked when I walk by and cast a shadow over their enclosure lol. Most spiders and tarantulas are nearsighted so a drider bf getting spooked easily is very realistic
Tarantula!Hybrid boyfriend is sure to catch everyone's attention, although it's always from a safe distance. Many will stare in awe at his majestic appearance, yet much of the admiration is embedded in fear.
You decided to swallow your nervousness when he courted you to be his mate, drumming at your door with a pleading gaze. His small pedipalps raised towards you with greed, pulling you close to his body in a hot embrace. He'd already laid his sperm web and spent days hunting for the perfect little human to be his partner.
Despite his ferocious possessiveness and imposing stance, you've quickly learned he's actually quite skittish. He can't see that far and often jolts in surprise when you approach him without notice.
"Sorry for scaring you."
"I wasn't-! Why would you even assume such a foolish impression of me?"
Your arthropod boyfriend fumbles with his appendages, face red and flushed. He clearly doesn't appreciate you ruining his cool and aloof image.
Perhaps there's other ways in which he can show you his predatory prowess.
I'm thinking about driders again, but like as an egg laying creature getting nasty with a human the eggs would either have to be tiny and grow after being inseminated or come pre-inseminated when they are laid in someone/something.
So what if you're dating a drider, and they plead to you to help them, to let them express their eggs and feel better as they are getting backed up, so you agree to help after getting shown a small pea sized gelatinous egg that your partner swears won't get any bigger. Enjoying the usually pleasurable act of getting fucked by your drider, but gasping as they make sure to lift and hold your hips tight against them, letting out an odd noise before you begin to feel them.
The tiny little eggs finding their home inside you, if you're a person with a womb/cervix, feeling a slight pressure and sharp pain, that dulls out after your dear spider makes sure to administer a small dose of venom, something to numb out the pain of the ovipositor slipping into you. Being left dazed and stuffed full of those small beady eggs once all is said and done, cradled gently against their chest as they clean you up afterwards, nuzzling into the side of your face and pressing gentle kisses across each of your cheeks before settling in for the night ready for the following day and their help expelling the abundance of eggs.
Only to wake the following day and realise that what has only been a small bump had grown, your drider laying their head on your chest, hand splayed over the tightened skin chittering happily to themselves, as multiple black eyes shift to look up at you, softly murmuring that clearly the two of you are more compatible than expected as their eggs had clearly taken.
Looking all but pitiful as they simper at you to let them stay in just a little longer, for them?
warnings: light web bondage, breeding, oviposition, possessive behavior, reader is a bit insecure about her body, body worship and praise
summary: You go on a trip, hoping to build your confidence before you go back to college. When you get trapped on a mountain during a storm, you realize a legend about spider people may be real when you encounter a horny one for yourself.
A/N: I don’t know much about college so don’t kill me if things are inaccurate 💗 also don’t expect all of the halloween posts to be this long, some will be short and some on the longer side >< also guess the inspo for this story in the comments…
my ko-fi if you’re feeling generous~
If you had known how your trip up a nearby mountain would end with you in the clutches of the spider creature you’d only heard of in legends, you would have stayed home that October day.
But you were bored, wanting to find some fun stuff to film and meet a cute stranger while you were at it. That’s why you packed your bag and left for the nearby tourist attractions.
First you walked through a big pumpkin patch, taking pictures with a 50 pound pumpkin. It wasn’t as impressive as some you had seen online, and you knew that wearing a burnt orange sweater while posing next to it would only bring on ridicule.
You weren’t thin, and if someone from your college saw that picture, you were sure they’d compare you to the pumpkin, saying it was your twin.
Well… you had never even really talked to a single in any of your classes. You weren’t the type that liked to socialize. Too many times had you been burned, finding out they were being your friends for a prank or had been talking about your body behind closed doors.
Part of you knew it wasn’t right to judge others before even meeting them. After all, it happened to you more times than you could count… but you were still too shy and insecure to take that first step into making new friends.
That’s why you took a bit of time off of college to try and build up your confidence. It was important to you, learning how to love yourself so you could truly love others.
Ever since you went through puberty you had been aching for someone to love you, to adore you with their entire being…
How would you even be able to believe them if you didn’t love yourself first?
So you laughed at the picture of you next to a pumpkin and placed it into your scrap book before packing it away in your backpack.
You repeated this at several tourist attractions, even finding the courage to speak to a few attractive men and women. It wasn’t as scary as you thought, they didn’t look at you with disgust or say anything mean. They simply spoke with you before giving a smile and going about their day.
‘Maybe there really isn’t anything to be afraid of after all?’
The last stop on your list was the Arachne Mountains, named after a certain legend surrounding the area.
“Huh… spider people have been sighted several times over the year, and there’s a reward for anyone that can catch them on camera…”
You squinted at the pamphlet in your hands, trying to read the small print at the bottom. “What does that say? It’s so small…”
With a shrug, you stuffed the pamphlet into your bag, pulling out the bug spray instead and spraying every bit of bare skin. Mosquitos just loved you, and you didn’t want to be itching the whole bus ride home.
As you walked up the mountain trail, you took many pictures, but mostly of the gorgeous scenery.
A vast forestry landscape spread out beneath you, and the mountain path winded through the forest. As you continued walking, the path worn down by several years of hikers began to become more overgrown and less accessible.
“Huh… doesn’t seem like anyone’s been this far up in a while…”
When you thought about it, the stand with all the pamphlets was abandoned and dusty, the window broken. You just assumed they didn’t have the budget to fix it… but now you were second guessing yourself.
And that’s when a storm hit. Earlier that day you had heard something about a thunderstorm on the radio, but it was supposed to be that night, not now!
“Shit!”
You ran through the rain, slipping on mud and losing your way. The rain was so thick you could barely see in front of you. Tree branches scraped against your sides and caught on your clothes, ripping your sweater and scraping you up.
By the time you were finally able to take shelter in a nearby cave, you were absolutely drenched and covered in scratches and scrapes.
You slid down to the ground, panting and taking off your sweater, now heavy with water. It plopped against the ground, and you reached into your backpack.
“Fuck…”
Your phone had no signal, and you wouldn’t be able to go down the mountain to call anyone until the storm died down.
You yelped, jumping up from your seat and backing away from the entrance to the cave when lightning struck close by.
This sent you further into the cave, nearly tripping on the uneven, rocky ground.
Most would expect a cave out in the middle of nowhere to be cold and damp, and smell of moss and dust. Surprisingly, the further you traveled inside, the more… “cozy” it seemed.
It smelled almost like cinnamon and felt pleasantly warm. This made your shivering die down, your soaked clothes forgotten at the entrance of the cave.
Little did you know, you were slowly being lured in deeper by the inviting warmth and pleasant smell…
The first sign that something was wrong was a skittering that could be heard further into the cave. The hair on your neck stood up, but you tried your best to reason with yourself.
‘It’s probably just some rat or bug…’
But as your phone battery went out and darkness enveloped you without your only source of light, the noise got louder as whatever was making it approached.
You yelped when something brushed against you, and tried to scream, but your mouth was covered and something sunk into your neck…
Darkness.
——————
When you awoke, you felt something warm yet sticky enveloping you, keeping you from freezing while trapping you in place.
You were barely awake when you heard a purr like sound coming from the dark corner of the cave. A man’s face was barely visible within the shadows.
He was handsome, his eyes a dark red and hair a soft blonde, almost platinum color. It seemed he had been the one to trap you there.
“Hello, my dear. You’re finally awake…”
As soon as you were fully conscious, you began to struggle against your bonds, finally looking down to see what was keeping you from breaking free.
“Are those… webs..?”
You felt almost faint, staring down at the whitish, substance wrapped around you. It looked like thick, velvety ropes, but they were so sticky that you knew that they couldn’t be.
“Indeed.”
The man began to move forward, the same skittering sound appearing once more. You looked on in horror as his lower half was revealed.
Below his torso was not a set of legs like a normal, no, it was the abdomen of a spider.
‘The legend… is true?’
You had been captured by one of the spider people of myth…
“You must be scared… you’re just a human girl after all, and I’ve taken you away.”
He reached out, caressing your soft cheek with his hand. “But do not fear, I’m not planning on eating you, little one.”
His hand traveled down your face to your shoulder, his fingers playing with one of your bra straps.
“Far from it…”
Your cheeks heated up as he easily cut through your bra, his eyes on your now bare breasts.
“I’m in need of a mate to carry my eggs… and you’re the only woman that’s traveled to this mountain in ages…”
He breathed against your neck, licking the bite mark he left there earlier. “God, I could hardly hold myself back the moment I saw you. Such a plump, perfect woman, you’ll carry my eggs well…”
You whines as his lower half creates more webs, keeping you suspended in air, but freeing your soft cunt.
Quickly, he tore off your panties as well, growling lowly at the sight of your pretty, fat pussy. “Oh, my little mate, already this wet? Perhaps this was fate, for me to be sent this angel from above…”
He plunged a finger into you, pressing against your gummy walls and stretching you out as one of his spider legs nudged against your sensitive clit, just enough to stimulate you and get you to cum all over his fingers.
“There we go… such a good girl…” he purred into your ear, beginning to stroke his monstrous cock. He drew out several orgasms from you, prepping your virgin hole for him.
Within seconds, you were lowered down, your hips hovering over his as he nudged the head of his cock against you.
“Gods, you’re so soft…”
He kneaded your fat belly and thighs, purring in delight. “You’ll make such a good mother… you’ve got child bearing hips, like you were just meant to carry my eggs…”
Soft nips and nibbles were left on your neck and breasts.
“Every ten years, us driders go out to find a mate that’s suitable for us. I am the last of our kind, so there are no females left for me…”
He smiled, beginning to push in.
“But you… are not just going to be the woman that carries my eggs. You’ll be my mate, and I’ll cherish you.”
It was uncomfortable and painful, the way his cock stretched you out. You gritted your teeth and he cooed, but wouldn’t allow you to close your legs, two of his spider legs kept your thighs apart so he could sink deeper into your fat cunt.
“Shh, shh… it’ll feel good soon, my love…”
And he was right, his cock stretched you in such a delicious way, hitting all the right spots and making you cry out in pleasure.
He mounted you, fucking into your needy cunt as he groaned into your ear. “Gonna take my eggs, okay? My sweet girl, you’ll be such a good mommy won’t you?”
Suddenly you felt something push into you. Was that…
He was cumming, eggs filling up your pussy and settling into your womb. Soon your belly would swell as the eggs grew and developed, but for now, you were tired…
He kissed along your shoulders and neck, nuzzling into. Slowly, he lowered you down from the webs, curling up with you in a dark corner of the cave.
“You’ll be pampered, well taken care of… never again will you worry about a single thing…”
As you began to drift off to sleep, you realized that this creature truly thought you were beautiful… it made you happy.
So you snuggled into him, too full of cum and eggs to really even try escaping. Why would you?
You were loved… you felt truly beautiful for the first time in your life.
“I’ll prepare a cabin soon, there’s plenty of abandoned ones nearby. Wouldn’t want my mate to be uncomfortable.”
The way he nuzzled into you was filled with such love and care. He must have been lonely, being the last of his species.
Tumblr accidentally deleted request but here it is: Could you please write about a drider that wants to carry their mate everywhere because they think having only 2 legs makes them clumsy. With fluff please ❤️
A/N: This escalated really fast, oopsie daises. Hope is fluffy enough!
Drider x gn!reader || fluff, (kinda) free use
Drider boyfriend who is obsessed with carrying you around. At first, you try to fight him every time he picks you up, struggling and complaining until he sets you down. He always stares at you until you huff and let him pick you up again with the excuse that “it’s just faster that way”. He’s right but you don’t like that.
Drider boyfriend who keeps fussing over you until you let him do most of the things around the house. You don’t complain that hard about that. If he wants to do the dishes and laundry, he’s more than welcome to do so. You always make sure to thank him properly when he’s done.
Drider boyfriend who confesses he likes to carry you around because he’s worried having only two legs makes you too clumsy. What if you trip and hurt yourself? What if you fall and hit your head? What if he’s not there to take care of you when you need him? So you comply, letting him pick you up every time you go out together. It’s not a struggle, after all. You love feeling his body against yours and the way he purrs lightly when you tighten your arms around him. He always looks so pleased with himself that you can’t be mad at him for being so overprotective.
Drider boyfriend who ends up carrying you around impaled on his dick because that way it’s easier to avoid you falling. Or so he says. But with each step, with each movement, you bounce a little, sending sparks of pleasure down your spine until you are crying out, and he’s just shushing you as he keeps walking. By the time he gets you off his dick, you’ve made such a mess it would be rude of you not to help him clean out… with your tongue.
Monster brothel...but its the monsters who are the clients.
Tw: weird dicks and cunts, sex work, mentions of creampies, knots, size differences, oviposition
Monster x human
Working at a monster brothel was always full of surprises, you never knew what to expect from any clients. You definitely had your favorites however.
A centaur who comes in once awhile all pent up because they can't get off properly, he can't reach his dick properly. So when he comes in you, you're in for a rough night. But the sex is amazing, even if he is way to big to fit into your cunt or ass. He still makes use of you with your hands and your mouth. He adores how you work when he lays on his back and let you have his way with his cock, worth every penny. Rubbing your hands up and down the shaft while you lick and kiss at his tip, it sure to make him cum quickly.
Vampire client who doesnt want traditional sex. Shes a munch but not for your blood. She eats you out or sucks your dick likes its the best blood bag she's ever had. The amount of times you've came from her lips and tongue alone is unbelievable, it always leaves you an overstimulated mess.
A sea monster client who always wants to have sex in the bath that the room provides. Leaving you wet in more ways than one. Its cock leaves you wanting for more, have multiple bumps that you can feel pop into you with each thrust. It leaves you screaming and begging for more.
A drider client who takes her time with you, wrapping you up in her finest silk and teasing your cunt or dick. She needs a place to lay her eggs, and you make the best host for them. Its a shame she can't take you for a mate...maybe one day. She pumps her ovipositor in and out of, making you cry out her name while she does. She shushes you with quiet coos and words before laying her eggs deep within your cunt/ass. Her aftercare and helping you lay them is always the best you can get.
A werewolf pack that comes around once every few months in heat of their rut. They use you in every way possible, making you feel more full than a full moon. Their knots keeping you locked on them but that doesnt stop them, grinding in you desperately milking themselves in you until their satisfied.
Imagine a fantasy setting of monsters, hybrids and aliens where humans are the most sought out bachelor(ette) due to being more durable just based on their human history and easily manages to fit into everyone's taste. So if they got a human partner, how are they not going to show off?
Which is why if any monster has the pleasure to be with a human, they'll show off the fuck out of their partner. And every monster within view without a human partner (and craves one) will glare in jealousy.
Orcs showing you off by carrying you everywhere even if you're embarrassed. No one's flirting with you when there's always a big monster tailing behind and looking down at anyone deemed a threat.
A big group sirens crowding the one with their human partner, you, and pampering you - giving you a tiny concert too. Unlike the mermaids/mermen, they do share you with one another. While mermaids/mermen are possessive of their owns.
Dragons and Naga share the same possessiveness as mermaids/mermen, just on land. Your dragon will proudly claimed that out of all the treasures in his horde, you're the most precious. Nagas will coil around you without hurting in any way as they give you a bunch of affection despite not knowing affection well.
Fairies offering the cutest gifts to appeal their partner like a flower crown, sweetest of berry or even giving you their blessing power. Size difference? Pfft who cares about that, they're still smitten by you! Well... Maybe it affects them just a little bit.. Positively of course.
Platonic Ver.
Instead of being the most sought out bachelor(ette) but instead as a companion or emotional support company. Like pets but not derogatory. Due to their weak and small (well to most monsters), they're like potentially a wet cat asking to be adopted.
Maybe sometimes monsters came across a human peacefully standing idle then gave a glance at them, politely giving a smile and a wavenas instincts, they'd assumed it's the human distribution system and suddenly you've been adopted.
Imagine likely dragons since they're so big and mighty they have to be so gentle while battling the cuteness aggression less they want to accidentally hurt them.
Any monsters having emotional support humans. Only the best and bravest of humans are allowed(they're probably getting paid) so they can deal with asking someone if the two of them can leave a party with the monster hiding behind the human talking to someone. Example such as a vampire hugging their human companion to feel warmth without pain and a fae having a human in the background to ramble - yes they're listening intently.
It's funny to imagine a group online or irl where the monsters meet up where they discuss and help each other with caring for their humans. Aliens are more common in these kinds of activity. For example, 'how to do I stop my human from eating or drinking dairy again'.
Warning : unrealistic strong magical flower aphrodisiac, claiming, mating, possessive monsters, major size differences, dub con on all, establishing relationships, anal and vaginal sex 18+ MDNI
A/N: Thank you all for the support I didn’t proofread
Summary : Exploring the Forest was dangerously stupid, especially since you were so unprepared. You were banished from your home in the castle, sent to fend for yourself the best you could. The only place to find even the least bit of shelter was in the forest, the place where your family warned you since birth to stay clear of. But you had no other choice, it was either be chased down by the entire village, be eaten alive by the hungry big cats or burn in the extreme heat. The forest was large, ginormous purple and blue trees shading over the entire sky. It would be a beautiful sight if you weren’t actively running for your life. You run for hours, and still the tree lines don't grow any thinner. You need to rest, you know you do. You know that you were being chased, but your exhaustion overpowered your desire to survive. The call of sleep beckons your senses to a large fluffy flower bed, a comforting sight with an elegant rich smell that seems to ebb your aching muscles with each step. Maybe if you rested here you’d be safe. Maybe.
ORC
When you opened your eyes it was daylight, soft shades of light blue and pink mixing in the beautiful sunrise sky. You had survived the night…but why did you feel so awful?
“So, the pathetic human whore finally woke up.”
You sprint up in an instant, warm body heaving. Your skin felt claustrophobic, you felt overly heated, too cramped between your thighs. You had no strength to fight back against this giant green woman towering over you. You bite your bottom lip in fear, tremors of sweat pooling down your browline. She was massively tall, and her skin was mossy and grey. She was muscular, toned body that looked like a hand crafted stone statue. You weren’t sure you could stand a chance.
“Do you speak?” She squishes your cheeks together, rough callouses on her fingertips scraping against your sensitive skin. “You’ve been dripping on my shoulder for hours, had to put you down.”
“Wha..” you clear your throat, it felt hollow and itchy. “What do you want from me? My gold?” You start to strip yourself from your earrings, jeweled necklace and your crown, you toss it over to her before hugging your legs in defeat. You were starting to feel unbelievably weak. “Take it, I don’t need them anymore anyway. What value do they even offer me now?”
You tearfully look up at the woman, her expression quizzically mocking. “If you’re going to kill me, get it over with..I’m in so much pain already, you’ll only be doing me a favor in the long run.”
She laughs, counting the many micro jewels embroidered on your necklace before she comes behind you. Gently, she ties it back over your neck, making sure to be gentle before giving the chain a sharp tug in her fist. “You humans are weak. You’re hurting that bad huh?” She chokes you with your necklace, pulling you into her toned lap.
“Yes..” you gasp, dirty fingers rubbing up against the slim chain around your neck to try and pry it off. “Please—“ you choke, “please help me…”
The woman peels your underwear to the side, sniffing lowly in the air when your scent pierces her nostrils. You smelt desperate.
“If I help you, I keep you. Do you really want that?” Her fingers hover over your sex, you can’t help yourself from unconsciously nodding out.
“Please— please, yes, I don’t care. Please help me..”
She flips you over in a swoop, your soaked shaking legs twitching on her strong shoulders. She spits on your folds, grinning ear to ear with a shit eating smile when you curl up and whine. She’s quick to pull you up to her lips, large tusks digging into the fat of your ass. You honestly couldn’t care anymore. All the pain and heat in your pussy overpowered any of your senses. Her tongue was fat, a nice warm slimy pad that covered your tiny clit whole before she sucked it up in her mouth.
“Oh gods-! Oh gods!!!” You flail in her embrace, her large arms caging you in so you don’t fall. “Please don’t stop!!’” You scream when her tongue enters you..ugh fuck, you’ve never felt this full. You had no idea you could even be this full. When you get rid of the pent up stress inside you, you’ll be tied down to her forever. Well, it’s not like she planned on letting you go anyway.
OGRE
Your eyes fuzzily open, your water lines felt extremely itchy and dry. You were suspended, your weak warm body hitching up and down on a hard surface you couldn’t quite describe. You only remembered the last moment before passing out, a pretty cluster of blue flowers before you knocked out cold. Did the villagers finally catch up to you? Were they taking you back to have you executed? Or maybe one of the big cats caught you for a quick meal. You let out a low rasp..your entire throat was burning, you wanted to scream for help but the thought alone made you shudder. You twist and turn, legs squishing together as you try to get away. You felt so warm and weak, like you had a fever. You mumbled a soft cry, a plea to whoever or whatever was carrying you would take pity and leave you alone.
“Stop squirming.”
You twitch when a deep gargled voice echoes under you. Your sensitive skin was flaring, and you couldn’t help your wetness as it dripped from your clothed cunt when you finally lifted yourself to see who was carrying you.
A strong greenish woman, massive and round with a spiked club in hand. She was massively tall, spikes in all directions decorating her armor. She was most likely going to kill you, and while It wasn’t the time to have such lewd thoughts about your potential execution, your body kept betraying you to submit to her touch.
“Where are you taking me!? Put me down please!” You kick and stir on her large shoulder, whining at the intense warm feeling between your thighs. The woman abruptly stops, a low groan gurgling from deep in her throat.
“You talk too much,” she growled, lifting your poofy dress over your rear. She placed her large finger over your clothed heat, holding in a gruffly laugh when you squeezed your legs together.
“Ohhh-“ you breathe in a sharp breath at her intrusion, it felt borderline painful how badly you needed some sort of relief.
“I was taking you to my home village, we have cures for stuff like this.” She hauls you off her onto the spiked wet grass below, a smug expression on her chapped lips “seems like you’ll be just fine on your own, huh?”
“Wait- I-“
You’ve never begged for anything in your life (well, besides your life when you were about to get executed), you’ve never needed to, your family spoiled you rotten, but you could admit that without this strange woman you’d probably be as good as dead hours ago. You tug her large calloused hand when she turns to leave, a river of tears streaming down your puffy scarred cheeks. “Please, don’t go,” you plead, shaking eyes darting around the endless stream of dark trees around you. If this ogre wanted to kill you, she would have done so sooner, right? “I’m sorry, please forgive me,” you lower your head to the grass, on both your hands and knees as you beg forgiveness. The woman stares at you for a long time, a pondering expression that makes you nervous. She effortlessly lifts you up again, it’s like you were a ragdoll.
“So you want my help?” She smirks, rubbing her large hand behind your head.
You nod, helpless babbled words mumbling out your throat. You were so hot between your legs, it was burning… “please, I don’t think I’ll make it, please give me some relief..” you were like a broken record, repetitive implores that left you involuntarily. You’re flipped over the ogre's large shoulder again, this time she rips off the excess fabric from your big frilly dress. It was almost painful how spikey the cool air felt against your heated skin. She rubs her large fingers over your clothed slit before pushing your panties to the side. She gathers your arousal, rubbing silk like goo around your throbbing clit. She surprised you when she rubbed one of those large fingers over your anus, using your juices to help her slip inside the tight rim. She pushes her index in your pussy, simultaneously, growling when you scream into the crisp air.
“Gods—!” You twist in her embrace, weak body tumbling limp against her when she starts to pump her fingers inside you. The stretch was insanely hard to take, and you were soaking her whole hand up.
You let out a frenzied scream of curses, nails drilling into her meaty shoulder when her fingers rub against inner sensitive skin. You kick and squirm, and she can’t help herself from giving you a firm slap on your ass to keep you in check.
“Maybe I’ll have some fun with you,” she smirks, lowering you on top of her lap before she pulls her garment like underwear to the side. She was dripping, dark green folds puffy and irritated. She spreads your legs, kissing her clit to yours before she grinds your hips against her. “You would mind that, right?”
WITCH
Cushion..could it really be that you were laying on..cushion? Was everything all just a dream and in reality you were still safe in your bed in the palace? What a relief…
You tossed and turned with your eyes closed, even if your body felt like fire, you were just glad that the awful nightmare you had was finally over.
“Charles, my nightly water please? And some medicine, I’m feeling a bit under the weather. “You mumble against your pillow, saliva pooling down your lip as you clench your legs together.
…
…
“Charles?” You hum quizzically after minutes of silence, finally peeking your sleep filled eyes open to a dimly lit cold room. Your bedroom normally has a few candles lit in the corner, and your balcony was always open since you liked to watch the villagers run around and play with lanterns before going to bed.. but this place, this place you were in was horribly small. It was dark, so terrifyingly dark that you couldn’t see anything past the singular candlestick hanging on the wall next to the rugged bed. The walls looked mossy and tarnished, cracks and chipped wood showing off its old age.
“You’re finally awake,” a soft voice from the corner of the room immediately drew your attention, you cling to the old blanket around you, a tall woman stood in the corner of the room, skin as green and faded as old grass, hair long and chopped covering her face. She was monstrously tall, so tall that she reached the ceiling and had to hunch over.
“You’ve been whining in your sleep all night, it’s quite intoxicating.” The woman steps closer, and you can’t help yourself from tucking yourself into the spongy mattress from fright.
“You poor thing,” the woman rubs her slim fingers over your sweat filled cheek, her lips etched in a thin frown. “I’ve been looking for some ingredients to make a tonic, but I’ve run low on supplies, you must be in a lot of pain right now, huh?”
She takes your silence as a sign to continue, she stands beside the bed, rubbing your wrist. “I said,” you feel something hard tighten around your wrist and ankles before wrapping around the bed frame. “You’re in a lot of pain right now, right?”
You nod helplessly, biting into your now bloody lip. The woman gives an eerie grin, she chants something under her breath, and in an instant your dress and undergarments disappear like powder. You feel the bed creak and turn, slimy tendons erupting from under the bed before rubbing all over your sore overheated body.
“Wait! What’s happening — oh-!” You moan into the room when the tendons curl around your pebbled nipples. One drips into your mouth, spreading your lips apart before sinking inside. Two more rub around the rim of your ass and your dripping entrance before pumping in. Your toes curl, hips bucking up against whatever was inside you.
The woman hums, a pleasant expression on her face as she heads for the door. “I’ll go buy some more supplies to make that tonic, in the meantime, you should get acquainted with my friends.”
“You’ll be seeing them quite a lot.”
CYCLOPS
The mix of cool air and your aching body stirred you awake immediately. The area around you was cold, dim, empty, the only sounds you could distinguish were the slow pitter patter of large water droplets dripping towards the hard ground. You felt awful, body sore and rigid. There was an uncomfortable sensation between your legs, a warm feeling, the only kind of warmth you’d get in a cold dinghy place like this. If you could see a bit better you’d assume you were in a cave of some sorts. Maybe an animal dragged you away whilst you were sleeping for dinner…you needed to leave immediately.
you curl up to your knees, ready to run but your ankles fail, dropping you to the hard ground.
Your body was scorching, you could feel the cold air attack around your skin, desperately trying to cool you down to no avail. You pant out in small frenzied bursts, clutching fearfully in between your legs to rip at your overbearing large puffy dress. Your thighs were a honeyed mess, a heating pool of arousal that drooled down to your ankles. And your cunt felt so suffocated, it was driving you mad. You break free of your garments after a crazed struggle, letting your petticoat, dress and corset fall onto the cold floor. You part your thighs, unable to see the gooey string of your silk but you could damn near feel it dripping out of you like a waterfall.
“Human beings are weak.”
Whimpering, you pull your arms over your chest in fright, too scared to turn around and meet whoever’s booming voice that shook the walls around you. The voice rumbled in a few loud chuckles accompanied with loud crunchy footsteps that vibrated your entire body as they drew closer. “Immune systems, very weak.”
You’re elevated off the ground in an instant, you wanted to fight back, you really really did, but your body felt so overwhelmingly weak and hot. A soft moan escapes you, you try to wiggle away but you just can’t seem to find the strength, then, the dark space begins to glow. A dancing candle on the wall reflecting off sharp limestone. A woman, a giant woman with features you’ve only heard about in your books held you in your palm. Her expression was gentle, a surprisingly comforting touch that eased you instantly. A cyclops. A beautiful one at that…she was muscular from what you could see, and her large form almost reached the cave ceiling. She was massive..and so elegantly tender as she held you.
“I will help.” She whispered, her colossal finger rubbing across your head. Her hands were almost half of you, bigger than anything you’ve ever seen. You shudder, moaning out in pain from how hot you were. You’d be embarrassed by your indecency but at the moment you had much more important things to worry about. The woman rubs over your head, under your chin, and between your breasts. You shiver, croaking out whimpers of desperation as you grind yourself into her hand.
You feel like you’re drowning when her finger probs at your entrance. She hesitates, but slips the tip of it inside you. Something that would normally hurt felt so good, so natural that it glided inside with ease. You cry out, wrapping your legs around her digit as it sways through your body.
“Little human woman needs to be careful.” She stated, smiling softly when you curl up when she thrusts her finger at a different angle. “Blue flowers here are poisonous, not good for you humans.”
You cum around her, arousal pooling down her palm and onto her thick wrist. She blissfully smiles, turning you over so you can grind yourself against her large calloused thumb. You hug yourself to her nail bed, thrusting your desperate hips rhythmically against her rough skin. She admires your form from above, peeling open your folds so she can get a peek inside your gaping hole.
“Such cute human,” she laughs “I’ll take care of you..”
DRIDER
Your wrists were burning..even in sleep you could feel the sharp sting of a string like object wrapped around you, thin sharp lines digging into and irritating your sensitive skin. Was this finally it? Did the villagers finally catch up to you? You were far too afraid to even open your eyes. The village that you once loved and put your everything into betrayed you after mindless rumors. Execution was far too extreme. Couldn’t they have locked you inside your room? The dungeon? Anything would be better than running for salvation in the forbidden forest,
You weren’t made to survive in this place, you don’t understand how anyone could, and here they were, about to execute you…or at least “someone” had caught you, it was very quiet.. where was the blaring angry crowd?
Testing your courage, you peek open your trembling eye, nervous liquid spilling down your dirty face as you whimper silently in fright. You don’t see much at first, but when you finally blinked away the tears, eye boogers and haze from your eyes you wished you were dead. You’ve heard of the Drider species in school. Your old childhood teacher had taught you about different species since you learned how to read. Driders were known for their vicious nature, they were man eaters, dangerous beasts who teased and toyed with their prey. Was that why this one was looking at you so strangely? This Drider in particular wasn’t anything like you’ve seen drawn in books. Normally they were depicted with abnormally vulgar faces, lanky bodies and smelt terrible.. but this woman in front of you was nothing like that at all. She was lanky, yes, and her face wasn’t anything human, not that she was one, her hair stretched out to her torso, white and curly threads covering her eyes and cheeks. She smelt like a warm pastry.
“You’re finally awake, sorry for the unpleasant makeshift bed. I didn’t want you to fall.” The creature smiles, her long teeth poking out from her suspiciously sweet smile “maybe I should have woven a thicker thread..here we go.” A long white string shoots out from her before she starts tying you up with her many pointy legs. “I saw you laying on the ground in those flowers,” she whispered hoarsely in your ear, sharp nails tracing over your collarbone “you smell so sweet up close like this. I couldn’t really resist.”
“I hope you can forgive me.” Words fail you, only a gentle shaky moan escapes you when you feel her slender finger on your stomach. “Ive heard you humans are extremely sensitive to those poisonous substances. I believe they’re called the pheromone flower? Maybe I should help?”
“Would you like that?” She kisses your cheek, a large imprint of her black lipstick evident on your skin. She overlooks your fidgeting limbs, biting into your neck as a strange liquid spills from her mouth. “That’ll help reduce some pain, it’s a relaxant, it should help the throbbing down there soon,” she grips your chin, smiling sweetly at your dazed expression. “But, in the meantime, maybeI can help you relieve some tension?”
You can’t help yourself from nodding at such an offer, not when you feel so morbidly tingly between your legs. She takes charge immediately, slim boney fingers prodding against your folds. She’s careful, a tender gentleness with the pad of her thumb as she circles your pulsing clit in tight circles.
“O-Ohhh—“ you shake against her, wrist tugging and turning against the sticky thin strings underneath you. She clicks her tongue a few times, finger twirling over your soaked pearl with gentle ease
“I know,” she whispered, a perfect imitation of mock sympathy ringing on her playful tongue “I know— it’s ok, let it all out~”
A long squirt coats your thighs after she helps you reach your peak, you both moan out in shock, she laughs, folding your folds open to the strong cold air.
“Good girl!” She praises, twirling her index finger on her webbed string before her long nail slides clean off her finger.
“I don’t normally cut them down, but for you I’ll make an exception.” She sticks her thin finger inside you, it was cold and boney, but gods did it feel good inside you when she pumped it up and down.
“I think I’ll keep you,” she hisses, cold breath fanning across your tense shoulder, “wouldn’t you like that?”
