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Inside the warm darkness, her eyes slowly opened.
"I'm so tired… That spider's venom was strong," she murmured, trying to shift her limbs, but the cocoon wrapped around her was tight. It held her in place, restricting movement.
Then she heard it—something enormous skittered along the stone floor. The sound grew louder, more insistent, until it finally stopped just in front of her.
"Even though I let them have their way with me, this is still too much."
The cocoon began to unravel, slowly, carefully, as if she were something delicate. The fabric peeled away, revealing her upper body.
Her arms were still bound, trapped in the web's tight grip.
And before her stood the beast.
Her upper body was human and starkly naked—beautiful, strikingly so. Her skin was pale and flawless, glowing under the dim cave light.
Her long, dark hair was pulled back into a high bun, framing a face that was both serene and dangerous.
She had six eyes, arranged in three pairs. Each one shimmered with an unnatural, eerie red light. They watched Lyssandra with something between curiosity and amusement.
Her naked chest was full, her curves inviting. She had long, slim fingers that curled around the web like it was a silk gown. Her presence was intoxicating, mesmerising.
"You are awake at last," she said, her voice smooth and alluring, like velvet wrapped around a dagger.
"You're not like the other spiders," Lyssandra said, her voice hoarse from the venom. Her eyes moved to the writhing lower half of the creature, its legs twitching in the dark.
She laughed, a sound that was more like silk and seduction than a traditional voice.
"Rude of me, yes. Let me introduce myself properly. I am The Mother."
Lyssandra looked into the woman's eyes, her own filled with intrigue.
"Call me Lyssandra," she replied, her gaze drifting down to the Mother's full, round breasts, which swayed with each movement.
The Mother caught her eye, then smiled sweetly. "Like what you see, darling?" Her fingers trailed down Lyssandra's cheek, then to her massive, swollen breasts. Finally, they rested on her swollen belly.
"Good. Because you're too beautiful to be eaten."
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"Uhmm… don't be too rough," Lyssandra moaned, her voice thick with lust.
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Then, her body leaned in, closer, their bodies mere centimeters apart. The air between them was thick, charged with lust.
"Not to eat, so what are you gonna do to me?" Lyssandra asked.
"You haven't seen the best yet," The Mother whispered, her lips nearly brushing against Lyssandra's. "You will be both giver and receiver."
She reached down, her fingers trailing along the soft curve of Lyssandra's hips before pressing her against her own lower half.
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"Actually..."
Lyssandra started to speak, but the Mother didn't give her a chance.
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The sound of The Mother's body moving, of her creature part opening up, filled the dark room with an erotic, sensuous sound.
Lyssandra finally focused her gaze on what now lay before her, a long, sinuous appendage that wriggled slightly, like the tongue of some monstrous thing.
It was reddish in hue, covered in deep veins that pulsed with an unnatural light nearly four meters in length, its shaft measuring roughly six centimeters across.
At the tip, it bulged, and as the thing opened, it revealed something that sent a wave of primal hunger through Lyssandra.
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Lyssandra stared in shock.
"You like it?" The Mother asked, her voice full of seductive joy.
"It's...beautiful…" Lyssandra breathed, her fingers trembling slightly.
The Mother grinned. "You and I… we both have a way of being a giver and a receiver," she said, her red eyes gleaming.
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"Do you want it?" The Mother teased, her voice sweet and mocking.
Lyssandra groaned, frustration and desire warring within her. "Just put it in already!"
The Mother only laughed. "What's the magic word?" she purred, her red eyes glinting with mischief.
"Nope. Not...a ch-chance," Lyssandra shot back, her voice stuttered with irritation.
The Mother continued to toy with her, occasionally poking the ovipositor's head just enough to make Lyssandra's breath catch, but never going in all the way. It was torturous, her body begged to be filled, but her pride refused to surrender.
After what felt like eternity, The Mother let out an exaggerated sigh. "Just give in already, you imbecile!!"
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But even as frustration rose, so did a primal urge. She had to know. She had to find out what this was really capable of.
"Fine, suit yourself!!"
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Her mouth was wide open in a silent scream, her tongue hanging out, lost in pure bliss. She could feel every movement, every pulse of the ovipositor—she had no power.
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