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Tw fem afab reader, plus size reader (as usual), noncon, monster fucking technically. Child death. This is literally just because I wanna fuck the spider demon father, there is no other reason. Reader is turned into a demon, reader has an attitude despite knowing she could die again just for getting on a demons nerves, is given to the father and Rui will give you his blood after the father approves of you (his approval is fucking you brainless), squirting, sex related body horror, organ destruction, his dick is much bigger than can actually fit in you but it doesn’t stop him, dick penetrating past where reproductive organs end, he reaches your stomach but never penetrates it cuz I don’t wanna write puke for you guys, organ regeneration, blood from sex, mind break. Uh, rui brings the current mother spider demon to see how the father likes you, so rui is present and watching for a moment while you’re getting fucked so if that makes you uncomfy then please don’t read. Rui is ageless or aged however you want him to be. Rui kills mother spider demon. Reader is mind broken, shows Rui motherly love.

“You seem capable. You’ll be my mother.”

You were confused and frightened. All you had done was follow the crying. At the base of the mountain, you’d heard it, and against your better judgment, followed the sound in the dead of night. Past trees and brush, further and further up. It had been so quiet when you first heard it, but the closer you moved the louder it became.

Gut wrenching sobs, they sounded so scared. When you finally found them you approached slowly. They were dressed in white, now dirty from laying on the ground. When you called out they looked up, and you only had a moment to dwell on their appearance before they ran to you.

You had knelt as you came upon them, and they took to crawling into your lap and holding you tightly as if they’d known you forever. Her tears soaked your clothes near instantly as she shivered and sobbed. She looked up at you and wailed, allowing you to see her sharp fangs.

You’d heard stories of demons. Everyone had, but you’d thought them to only be scary words of warning told to children, but as you sat and cradled this child, you knew they were real. You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t have it in your heart to push her away, she may be a demon, but she was still a child. You were in danger, but as you held her head to your chest and softly hushed her, you did your best to disregard your own fear.

You shouldn’t have. You should’ve ran with the girl. Found a way to keep her safe for a while. Tried to help. But you’d sat there, sat until the crunch of leaves under foot alerted you to another presence.

“What are you doing.”

The child gasped and turned to face…a boy? A boy, similar in looks to the child but you could tell something was wrong. “I’m sorry, I heard crying and I felt I should-“ you were slapped in the face with something wet and slimy, feeling your lips seal and your face grow cold. “Shut up. Sister, what are you doing.”

The child cowered, slowly standing off of your lap. She was terrified, had been this whole time, but it seemed much worse. “I was…going for a walk…” she kept her head up, trying to keep eye contact but she was trembling. The man doesn’t emote, face staying the same, cold and harsh. “Why were you with a human? Why are you crying?” She began crying harder, shaking as she kept in her sobs. “You go to your family for comfort. You don’t go to anyone else, you don’t need anyone else.” She couldn’t do it, she couldn’t stop it. She began to cry, wailing and choking on hiccuped breaths and she wiped her eyes. “I can’t! I can’t! You’re scary! You’re mean to me! You’re not my brother, I don’t know you! I want my mama-“

You watch in horror as she’s snatched into the air by something you can’t see, and when your body tries to stand she’s already back on the ground in front of you. Landing with a loud thump, you see her head has been cut from her body. Your hands shakily come to her face to touch her cheeks softly, but she’s already fading away before your tears can fall to the ground. Your throat hurts as you think to yourself. ‘How could you?’

You look in the direction of the man, your face twisted in anger that falls quickly. He no longer stands ahead of you, he now stands before you. Looking down at you, his eyes pierce your soul and fill you with a chill that feels like it could freeze your blood. “You mourn for a child you’ve just met, a demon no less” you scoot back in the dirt, wanting to be as far from him as possible. “Mother must not be doing her job if sister was so upset…she’ll have to be discarded. We’ll need a new mother…” his eyes had trailed away in thought, but they now return to you.

“You seem capable. You’ll be my mother.” You have no time to wonder what he means, nor do you have time to scream, as something thin wraps tightly around your neck, cutting off your air and slowly cutting through skin. You mouth gapes, your lungs seeking air. As you look at him pleadingly you observe as he moves his hand. It’s quick, you were hardly able to see it at all, but one moment his hand was intact, the next, his ring, middle, and forefinger are missing from the second knuckle up, having disappeared with a sickening snap and a horrid squelch.

He shoves the broken, bleeding fingers in your mouth, pushing them far down your throat. Your eyes widen and you claw at his hand while you try to scream. All that comes out is a wet gurgling that your body soon choked upon, forcing the blood down your throat in a desperate attempt to clear itself. He speaks as you begin to grow nauseous and dizzy. “I’ve never had a mother like you, we’ll see what father thinks of you.”

Your ears ring and throb as you come to. Your eyes struggle to open, and you feel rocks and twigs snag at your robes as you’re dragged along the forest floor. When your mind clears of its fog you have just a moment to take in your surroundings before you’re thrown backwards. You tumble on the ground but soon pick yourself up on your elbows. The ringing in your ears is fading quickly, as you hear muffled speaking. “Father, I’ve brought someone. She’s stronger than mother, I only turned her an hour ago and she’s already holding herself up.” You feel the ground quake as something or someone lands behind you. “I want to replace mother, I’ll bring her here later and see if you like this one.”

The man leaves, leaves you alone with whatever is behind you. Their breathing is harsh, cracking and wet, and there’s clicking sounds and quiet snapping movements. You turn to face them with a frown, ready to snap at them for practically breathing in your ear, but your heart stops at the sight of them.

He’s terrifying. Tall, monstrously tall, with muscles that assured you he could kill you without even trying. But worst of all is his face, it’s not human, where two eyes should be there are several more surrounding them, where a nose and mouth should be, a giant gaping maw with gnarled teeth and fangs take their place. On instinct you push him away, a bad decision as you’re then roughly grabbed and turned onto your back. You can’t see it but you can feel his eyes moving down your form, and your hairs stand on end.

His hands move from where they’d been pinning your shoulders down and he grips the fabric covering you. He then rips your clothes off you. You gasp, as his hands continue to pull and shred what’s in his way until all that’s left is what’s under you, keeping your body from touching the dirt ground. You glare at him, and go to throw some harsh words but all your confidence and anger vanish in exchange for fear as his hands engulf the meat of your hips and lift them. A shriek leaves your lips as you’re placed in an uncomfortable position, shoulders and head still on the ground and bearing the weight of the rest of your body as he brings your hips near his face.

With how giant his hands are he has no problem hooking his thumbs beneath and between your heavy thighs and holding your legs open. You can feel his breath on you as he lowers his head, you can hear his large inhale as he breathes in the scent of your cunt, you can feel the gravely purr he makes that vibrates his body. Your eyes widen as his tongue, thick and long and wet, slowly falls from his mouth, drool pooling on it before dripping down slowly to land wetly on your lips. Your body jolts, it’s grossly warm and followed by his hot tongue smoothing over you lips, spreading saliva on the skin and hair. He increases the pressure behind its strokes and soon parts your folds, groaning at the taste. He continues to lap up your slick, now increasing at the unfortunate pleasure your fear has not yet let your mind feel. He’s messy, wetness trailing down the front of your mound and pooling at the fold beneath your tummy, soon over flowing and dripping to your belly button. You want to push him away but your arms are growing painfully tired in this position. His tongue smooths over your clit every time and each stroke sends a pleasurable jolt in your gut.

Then, when it feels like it’s been forever and a half of this stimulation, the tip of his tongue presses into your hole. You panic and writhe, finding your voice to yell at him now. “No no don’t put it in don’t you dare fucking-!” You choke on a gasp as the wet muscle penetrates you forcefully, spreading you wide and wiggling deep. You feel the tip tickle your cervix and you feel like you might puke. His chuckle fans puffs of hot air on your sensitive clit and you whimper. He withdraws his tongue slightly before pushing back in, writhing around and massaging every inch of your walls. You whine as your gut twists hard and you feel nauseous, gripping the fabric beneath you so tight your nails begin to tear it as they grow sharper.

You don’t know how much longer you can take it as a moan pours from your lips as you cum, a small stream of fluids escaping past his tongue and squirting onto it and yourself. He keeps going, he doesn’t stop and it’s torture. Your entire body is trembling, and you can’t even find the strength to stop the sounds coming from your mouth. You get a moment to breathe before it’s torn from your lungs in a gasp as he moves you. You grip his hands on your body tightly, nails digging into his tough skin as you try to keep steady. Soon, there’s a weight pressing between your legs.

His one hand, wrapped around your middle and holding you there, is accompanied by his other holding one of your legs aside to allow him access to your cunt. You’re cunt, that’s currently being met with a dick of an impossible size. You cry out and flail. This isn’t possible, it’s too big, too long, yet he’s pushing the tip at your hole, parting your slick lips and rubbing up and down. He pushes then pulls back, multiple times, easing it against you until he jerks you forward, slamming the tip in you. You choke out a scream and fear you may throw up. He stills for a moment, watching as your hands adjust on his while shaking.

And then you’re screaming again. Really truly screaming, because he slowly pushes more in side you, and your body is tearing. Blood pouring down his cock, his legs, dripping from your body onto the ground. Your walls are being tugged apart and torn to shreds. But what makes it worse is you can can feel your body healing as quickly as it’s tearing.

He can feel it. The skin of your lips reforming and connecting around him, your hole closing tightly around him before tearing again as he pushes further. Your walls do the same, gummy flesh bubbling and connecting around him for a moment before falling to pieces again and repeating. It’s near instantaneous.

“None of the previous mothers have been this durable. Let’s hope you don’t break.”

He’s still only a few inches inside you with much left to go, and as you feel immense pressure against your cervix you know he isn’t going to stop. You feel it push until it can’t move any further, and then it tears, just as the rest of you is, and he pushes forward. You’re breathing so fast you fear you may pass out, but the pain keeps you very aware of every move.

“No….please no….” You beg as he pushes the rest of the way in, tearing your intestines, reformed and empty like all of your organs from your transformation, and reaching so far you can feel his wide tip nudge your stomach. He settles, holding your body tight against his, skin to skin, you feel his chest rumble in an approving growl. He can intimately feel the fibers of your muscles and organs reforming around him, snug and perfectly fit, as if your body wants him inside. You still have your human features, (e/c) eyes staring up at him in terror. Eyes that widen so much it must hurt as he pulls out and thrusts roughly back into you. Your scream echos in the forest, it has to have been heard by the people in the village, giving them one more reason to never venture inside it. Blood gushes from your cunt onto his abdomen and it makes fucking you easier, though you’re not any less tight.

You can barely see through your tears and can barely feel anything but the pain of your insides tearing and reforming with every thrust, meanwhile threads of pleasure weave their way with every nerve and fiber of flesh. He lifts your body, still pumping you along his length as he brings his face near yours, pincers moving and feeling for you the closer you get. You shake your head and press against his shoulders, kicking your legs and trying to twist away. You don’t want to kiss this monster, but every effort is useless. They tap your cheeks as his large tongue worms its way into your mouth, stroking yours and reaching for your throat. It’s so thick your lips are forced to rest softly around it, making you suck it as you desperately try to breathe through your nose. He seems to appreciate it, moaning and adjusting his hold on you, one hand under your ass and the other behind your back with his thumb at your breast, pressing and massaging your nipple.

Your body tightens, limbs stretching and muscles growing taught while your head slumps back. His tongue slips from your mouth and a thick string of drool follows, draping down your chin to land wetly on your neck and chest. You know you’ve cum several times already, felt that familiar feeling faintly through the pain but this one was different. You felt it in its entirety, something other than blood gushing out past his dick and onto the demon. Your arms grew weak and fell from his chest. Hazily you noticed his hips take on a leisurely pleasurable rock instead of the ruthless pace he’d set when he started violating your insides. He chitters as he feels your hips wiggle slightly. You’re looking for more.

As he slowly fucks his first load into you, you lift yourself as much as you can, staring at your stomach, pressing a hand to it shakily. The other touches his abs softly, fingertips brushing the skin while you’re oblivious to your own action. You look at his face with a strange expression. He can see you’re thinking, or maybe your brain is refusing to think, but it doesn’t matter as he turns you around on his dick and lets you hang there as he thrusts hard. Your pelvis shatters at the force, bones forming back together by the time he thrusts back in. Groans leave your lips as he fucks you, your body limp and taking him without resistance, and though your organs are still destroyed with every intrusive push, they reform looser and looser, trying to form themselves to fit him.

The world is spinning for so long, countless orgasms pass before your eyes close and remain so from exhaustion. You’re pumped full of cum, so many loads that it constantly leaks and splatters on the ground in globs yet there is still so much inside you. He can feel you heavy belly distending with so much inside it, and he squeezes you occasionally, watching his cum spurt out aggressively past the tight connection of your bodies before he fills you up with more again.

Your moans grow loud, desperate and wanting. You must be hours into the night, several hours have passed since this demon began to take you. You whine, a sound so pleasant to his ears. You muster up all the strength you can and move your hand between your legs. You shakily rub your clit and mewl at the sensation. You pant pathetically as his dick floods your insides again, pace unyielding. He sees your arm and wonders what you’re doing until he feels your walls squeeze him so tight you milk his load from him. He can’t believe it. He turns your body back around to face him.

You’re smiling. Lips glossy and wet, drool dripping from them as you pant and moan and whine. Your eyes stare at his hazily with a look of eager pleasure. Your hand is between your legs, fingers messily rubbing your clit as your hips make every effort they can to get more of his cock despite the fact he hasn’t stopped. He chuckles darkly, deep and loud and echoing through the trees. He holds you with one hand, leaning back and admiring you as he fucks himself with your body like it’s a toy. His voice is gruff as he speaks down at you. “Yeah? You like that?” Slowing to a relaxed pace he can feel how your body no longer destroys itself, having reformed to fit perfectly, now molded just for his cock.

You’re squirming again, allowing him to squeeze your plush flesh harder to keep you steady. You whine like a brat. “C’mon please, go faster! I want you more!” His laughter is loud, so deep you can feel it rumble in him as he fucks you faster again. You squeal and moan and pant and whine, shamelessly letting anyone nearby know how much you love his cock in you. How much you love him. Your voice wobbles and you’re bounced at such a frantic pace, “yes yes yes, fuck, I love your cock! I love you, gimme more!” Liquid gushes from you with every thrust, and your legs are throughly sticky with the massive loads of his cum that have been squirted from your hole by his aggressive pounding. Your nerves are buzzing, it feels like lightning down your spine and you love it.

At the far edge of the clearing, just within the trees, Rui stands watching with his mother tied up and dragged along with him. Your voices are far but they echo. Father greatly enjoys you, and you’re eagerly submissive and loving, just how a mother should. Just how his mother isn’t. She watches from the ground, disgusted. What a freak, a whore you are to be enjoying that. It was a painful and humiliating ordeal anytime that monster forced her to pleasure him but you’re taking it without issue. You’re covered in blood and…other things, and it’s vile to look at. But she can’t take her eyes away, and she’s stiff as a board. She’s paralyzed with fear, knowing that this means death. She’s been replaced, she’s no longer needed. She watches fear and disgust twisting her gut as you reach up for him and beg for a kiss, which he gives you eagerly, letting you wrap your arms around his shoulders and holding you close. His hips crash into yours roughly and they still, and she watches with bile rising to her throat as cum escapes you in globs that land on the ground. How long ago did rui find you? It’s obvious that you’ve been stuffed so much that you can’t hold anymore, and she cringes as he lifts you off his dick and you leak more. You practically crawl up his body, resting your head on his shoulder and breathing heavily. And he holds you there, tight and secure, and she can hear his victorious chuckle as you draw mindless patters on his chest, even rubbing your back and groping you more.

“She’s only been a demon for several hours and she’s already doing your job better than you ever did.” Her head whips to Rui who doesn’t even look at her, too enraptured by the scene before him. She shakes with fear and begins to cry. “No please, I’ll do better! I-I can do better!” “Not better than her…” he says with a tilt of his head, watching how your slick body is caressed by his fathers hand and how you press kisses to his cheek and neck. His mother is writhing beside him, spitting pleas and desperate promises that soon get on his nerves. He wrenches her forward by her collar and makes her watch. She can feel the tread quickly wind around her neck and cut skin and her heart beats faster than it ever had.

With a squelching slice her head falls heavy to the ground. Soon, her body is crumbling and he shakes out her robes, freeing them of the gross remnants impatiently. The ground crunches under foot as he walks over to father. Your onslaught of love stops when he’s close and your head turns. Your eyes widen and your lips open in a happy gasp when you see his face, wiggling in his fathers arms until he sets you down. You rush forward and grab in a hug, wrapping your arms around him and swaying slightly. “Hello my son. It’s nice to meet you!” Rui can’t remember the last time he was hugged, or if he was ever given a kiss to his head like you did just now. He remains emotionless but you don’t seem to mind, face still happy when you pull away. You return to father and bounce excitedly on your feet. Rui tosses him mothers clothes that are now yours and he catches them without even looking. Their eyes haven’t left each others since Rui's approach but father looks away when you ask for a kiss.

He picks you up, chuckling as you lay a kiss to his fang before closing in on your face and touching you with his pincers as they extend to touch you. He throws your robes over his shoulder and walks into the trees, leaving Rui behind, still watching. “Where are we going?” you say with a giggle. “Somewhere to wash off.” “Oooh.” You hum in excitement, trailing your hand from his neck where you’d been playing with his hair. “And what else?” You’re drawing slow circles on his chest with your finger and he growls appreciatively. “Why, is that little brain of yours planning something?” Your eyes nearly sparkle as you giggle and give a teasing ‘maybe’. He can feel himself twitch at the thought of you so desperate to be fucked again this soon.

Rui stands in the clearing long after you’re out of site. He wonders when he’ll get a chance to give you more of his blood with how much you’ll want to be with father. Maybe you don’t need any at all. He walks off to inform his brothers and sisters of their new mom, if they hadn’t already figure it out from the noises you and father were making.

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