Eldritch Quest part.06

   Dorkaring is not happy, not happy at all. It was bad enough when it was just rumors, granted everyone pretty much knew the queen had sex with a dragon at least once, to sire him Dorkaring the mighty hero…but at least then the rumors were squelched after he became a great hero and the sordid tale went from embarrassing rumors he had to hear as a kid to the start of a legend. Now guards, half the damned palace, and royal city, practically saw his mother fucking a dragon. Not just any dragon, but a lesbian dragon, not that Dorkaring has any particular hang-ups so long as love in involved, but Goddess Damn-it why did the lesbian…hermaphrodite…or whatever dragon have to be the same sorceress he was hunting down.

 

   “Wait…” thinks Dorkaring stopping in the middle of the road towards the Legendary Shop, “that’s it…she gets in good with the queen, beds…her…then gets into the palace…of course, it’s the classic story of the evil consort manipulating the ruler of a kingdom! Not to mention embarrassing me, shoving it in my face…that bitch! I’ll show her, and I’ll show that snooty spider-queen…refuse to fight me…refuse to give me the gem…not even a damned puzzle or riddle…just go and get her a Celestia Silken Robe…bet she didn’t know that I know where the Legendary Shop of the faeries is, heh, not going to go fight the Celestia Moth for its cocoon silk, take the silk to the faerie taylor beyond the Scolding Falls, and all that shit, not when I can just buy it.”

   

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    The lair of the Spider Queen, the last time he was here these web walled tunnels and chambers had been filled with fiends summoned by the Spider Queen to battle intruders. Much like the Golden Harpy the Spider Queen had been a humbling being, however he couldn’t even approach this one; instead given the task to find a Celestia Silken Robe. He carries the item with him this time; perhaps why he is not being attacked. The tunnels are now occupied by the denizens of the Spider Kingdom, who seem to giggle and be rather amused as Dorkaring makes his way to the chamber of their queen.

 

   The spider queen’s chamber is massive, web all along the walls, and like a net from the ceiling. The spider queen herself is a sight to behold a body like a giant white fur covered tarantula, and a pointy eared, silken whit haired pale elf girl from the waist up where the head should be. Compared even to Dorkaring she is a giantess. She lowers herself down in a hammock of silk.

 

  “You have returned so soon,” she says in her melodious echoing voice, “you have my present?”

 

  Dorkaring takes out the silken robe, “Not a present,” says Dorkaring bravely before the giant arachnid, “a trade, the Celestia Silken Robe for the Spider Gem.”

 

   “Such a precious treasure,” says the Spider Queen with a mischievous look , “for a robe you can buy?”

 

  Dorkaring’s expression betrays him.

 

  “Put it on.” Commands the Spider Queen.

 

  “What?” asks Dorkaring

 

 “The Celestia Silken Robe is a magic item,” she says, “it allows the wearer the special power not to stick to spider’s silk, even mine.”

 

  Dorkaring just looks up at the gigantic Spider Queen.

 

 “I will give you the gem,” she says, “for a special price, before you proved your strength against my summoned Mystic Monsters, and I can spell dragon’s blood within you.”

 

  “This again?” thinks Dorkaring.

 

 “Climb into my bed,” says the Spider Queen, “so that I may fuck you and produce a batch of dragon spider warriors.”

 

  “I’d love to,” says Dorkaring, “I would normally never pass up a chance to fuck anything as gorgeous as you, just a slight problem.”

 

  “Oh?” asks the Spider Queen.

 

  “You’re huge. Your woman parts look be as big as my leg from here.”

 

 The Spider Queen laughs, her laughing a mad haunting sound.

 

 “Little man,” she says with a smile, “that is how it is with spiders, the males are tiny compared to the females.  Trust me, there is no problem.”

 

  “In that case,” yells up Dorkaring practically ripping his clothes off and throwing on the silken robe, which looks ridiculous on his barbarian body, “here I come!”

 

  He leaps high into the air, landing behind the Spider Queen.

 

 “What are…” starts the Spider Queen stopping with an “oh,” as Dorkaring penetrates his thick meat into the first hole he can find, which happens to be the Queen’s spinneret.

 

   He plunges mightily into the, not her vagina, although he clearly knows nothing of spider anatomy, not that it matters as this is not really a spider, the Spider Queen is not complaining, instead purring at the new pleasant sensation of having her spinneret penetrated. Her claw like silk guiding appendages of sorts back there wrap around his waist as he ejaculates. This was a slippery smooth and silken sensation unlike any pussy before against his dick head driving him to ejaculate earlier than he ever had before. He is held tight by the spinneret appendages as he spurts a few more times, unaware that it is the silken robe’s magic allowing him to exit with out becoming stuck.

 

   He sits back on the web, “That was…different,” says Dorkaring.

 

  “I’ll say,” says the Spider Queen pushing out a webby ball from the spinneret and passes it forward with her spider feet. In her hands in the front of her body she does something with it Dorkaring can’t see but from the sound of it suspects she ate it.

 

  “I certainly hope you can go again,” says the Spider Queen, “because that wasn’t my pussy.”

 

 “Y…your ass?” he asks.

 

 The Spider Queen *face palms*, “you are so lucky to be so handsome and strong. Spider web comes from a special gland in the back, that is what you stuck your eager dick into, not that I’m complaining, but the deal was for impregnation.”

 

   He moves around to her front, above his head her giant breasts, just out of reach on the web, and about eye level is a hole below the waist, something he could easily stick his hole arm into, but looks like a toothless mouth, in that he knows this is where the spider’s mouth would be.

 

   Faster than he can blink he feels himself knocked forward and the same motion the silken robe ripped from his body. He is stuck, on his back in the spider web. As he struggles he feels the web being lifted, the hammock like part going up to join the rest of the web.

 

   “We had a deal!” yells Dorkaring.

 

  “I do not plan to go back on our arrangement,” says the Spider Queen, “however I feel you might have tried to. After we have properly copulated in the way of the Arachne I will let you go, with the gem.”

 

    Stuck as he is beneath her he watches as she moves back and leans down, her breasts as large as his muscular chest, and her head easily three times the size of his. Her lips look to be able to bite off half his face. She moves into for a kiss, Dorkaring obliges, however when he tries to use his tongue it does not respond, in fact his lips are numb and he can’t speak.

 

 

   “Much better,” says the Spider Queen, “I so hate the sound of a man talking back the queen. You don’t beg me, you don’t ask me, and there is no safety word, you are my plaything to do as I

wish with.”

 

   “Don’t worry,” she says, “I won’t liquefy your innards and suck and you dry.”

 

  She smiles, “not as food anyway,”

 

  “We Arachne,” she continues as she moves from above and stands above his legs, “are not like you humans, or like spiders, despite appearances. Did you notice anything unusual about all those males you passed on the way to my chamber?”

 

   Dorkaring can still think clearly despite the numbness, but he didn’t see any men, all the Arachne were female, about his size in height by a human standards, lacked the fur, and seemed to have more legs, eight armored crab like legs totally different from the queen, and two fuzzy ones in front that curled under them, like he has seen on giant tarantula before only a bit longer.

 

   “I am the only female in this colony,” she says, “we Arachne are a society with one queen serviced by many males. To a human we would all look and sound female, something my sons have taken advantage of with you human men for their own amusement.”

 

   She lets that sink into Dorkaring’s head a moment to play around with his imagination. She leans down and Dorkaring can feel a strong warmth come over his legs, they are freed from the web, a moment of trying move and he realizes the most he can do is slightly wiggle, the venom has affected his entire body. Where the spider mouth should be is a large wet orifice that is engulfing his legs, a warmth and slippery tightness around his legs not unlike a penis in a wet and wanton pussy. It does not stop as he is freed by a short length and pulled in further. The wetness contracts on him pulling him, and he can feel her whole body shudder in pleasure. She is no longer even looking at him as she sucks him into this strange orifice, her eyes glazed over as she plays with her own tits.

 

   When Dorkaring is up his shoulders with his arms free, a second Arachne appears, a smaller armored body one. Her…no Dorkaring reminds himself, his, this one is male despite the large bouncy tits, long black hair, and rounded human ears; he realizes this too is different between them and their queen. This more human sized one produces silk and ties Dorkaring’s arms to the sides of the Queen’s body, sealing him on the outside of this orifice.

 

   “Do…do not worry,” huffs the queen regaining control, “this…iiiissss…not a mouthhhh, Sodan…pleassss.”

 

   “As you wish my queen,” says the smaller Arachne with a gorgeous woman’s voice, “You are inside the vestigial pussy, when we breed with the queen we shove our pedapalps,”

 

  The Arachne moves the two fuzzy appendages a bit to indicate them before continuing, “into this orifice to try and reach the clitoris, which for the queen is buried deep inside the body chamber we all have, but is normally used to carry wrapped up prey back to the nest, for us…”

 

  The Arachne leans in close to Dorkaring’s ears, “males,” and licks the earlobe on the way back to standing back, “its just mildly tingly, the queen’s has a spot deep inside where the clitoris is, very hard to reach, why our pedapalps are so much longer and larger than what you’d see on spiders. But a seven foot tall man up to his shoulders, you are crushing up against it, especially tied up like that, a giant plug pressed up against her clit.”

 

   Dorkaring normally likes that look on a woman’s face.

 

  The Arachne continues even as the Queen starts to buck a bit on the web, he can feel juices all over his body, despite himself he is erect inside her, rubbing against the soft chamber walls, “You see her mouth leads to her real pussy, to actually breed she either sucks us off, which brings her no pleasure really as there is nothing sensitive inside her throat, and risks us being paralyzed by her venom, normally we have ejaculate into some webbing and feed it to her while our pedapalps are buried deep inside her and we lick on her breasts, nice and safe and…”

 

   “Liiiick,” orders the Queen.

 

  The Arachne stands up on its legs and sucks on the queen’s tits, rolling his tongue around the nipple as he fondles his own tit. The queen in her exstacy grabs the male Arachne and hugs him close, its spider waist bumping against Dorkaring’s head and pushing his body even harder for a brief moment against the queen’s clit, the sudden pressure and slight release shivering her whole body.

 

  She smiles at her mate, “do it,”

 

  The very feminine male Arachne needs no explanation, and looking at Dorkaring’s head with is numbed pretty lips, presenting this smaller none venomous or cavernous hole right at the perfect spot to pleasure the queen. Dorkaring is practically in a panic as he sees the cherry red head of a phallus emerge from the Arachne’s snatch like opening below the waist, it however is small, much smaller than Dorkaring’s own, barely even qualifying as five inches long. Although not a thought that would enter his mind, in a society where the males ejaculate into a presented web snack and use other parts of their body to stimulate the queen it’s amazing they even have penises.

 

  The smaller size isn’t much of consolation as the slippery, salty, and slimy red pickle is shoved into his mouth, his eyes forced to either be closed or else be pummeled by the brown furred sides of the pedapalps or else the exoskeleton of the Arachne. He is so glad to have a strong neck and hard head if nothing else as he is orally fucked by this creature as it pleasures its queen. His body cocooned in a giant vagina, he has ejaculated several times in there already, his feet apparently pushing against a giant round feeling clit, and being orally fucked by a shemale monster, his humiliation only compounded when he realizes he is being used both a pocket pussy by one spider monster and as a penis extension by them both as the lunges with the web on his arms making him bounce and move around like a giant dick.

 

  He gags a bit as the Arachne ejaculates into his throat. He is relieved as it pulls away, that is until he sees a line of them that have appeared and the next moving in. He loses count after the fifteenth or so throat fucking. He doesn’t want to think about how this might be what is keeping him hydrated to keep ejaculating himself, or else the saltiness is just making him delirious, he swears at some point the venom wore off and he was giving intentional blow jobs to the attractive spider-women creatures, but he tells himself he dreamed it as he lies on the cold stone floor barely awake.

 

   His eyes start to open slightly as he lies naked on the cavern floor, he sees the line of Arachne that had fucked him earlier, this time however they are standing before the queen as she penetrates them with a long semi-clear fleshy tentacle from beneath her body, (an ovipositor, but it’s not a word Dorkaring knows), and sees the white round eggs being pushes into the snatch like orifice he had seen up close numerous times, the cherry red five inch dick where the clit would be.

 

  “I was,” says the spider queen looking down at Dorkaring as he comes to, “going to give you the same honor of carrying my eggs, but it seems you have no orifice to safely carry them, safe for them or you. Between your semen and the strong semen of my sons that I pumped from your stomach…I erased that memory from your mind with one of my special venoms, the weak sperm killed by your stomach acid leaving only the strongest to fertilize my eggs along with your semen, my next batch of children will be like gods on this land.”

 

   Two of the male Arachne, their huge tits rubbing the sides of Dorkaring’s face giving him another erection despite everything, life him up to sit straight on a stone.

 

   “Not that it matters,” says the queen, “thanks to you we have a new tradition, a new method for breeding. Be proud, you are both a father and a cultural pioneer.”

 

  She nods to one of the smaller ones, who bites him on the shoulder and he passes out again. He wakes up to find himself in the woods, his memory of the location of the cave fuzzy, he had used the compass to find it, and…the spider gem is in his hand. The queen had kept her word, after her colony gang fucked him.

 

   “All those eggs,” he thinks as he stands up, his clothes piled next to him. He holds his head, a hangover like no other as he puts his clothes on.

 

  He would go and see Tavaris again about this, the only consolidation given being that Arachne don’t really raise their young, the males carry the eggs far from their home and deposit them in various caves, caverns, tunnels, sewers, and old abandoned basements. They hatch into giant spider creatures, the kind Dorkaring has slain before, going through several metamorphisms before they take on their adult Arachne forms. The queen will keep one batch at a time usually to be raised in her own cave if there is room, especially if one is a new queen, which upon adult hood leave for a new home, although the scattered batches may also have a queen among them, the chances of reaching adult hood are slim and can take many decades; why the sighting of any Arachne is typically rare by its self and in some isolated villages seen as a queen of spiders or a strange hermit woman monster as few know any of this or what Dorkaring learned. Not that Dorkaring really learned any of this either as he fell asleep while Tavaris was explaining it, anything past, they scatter the eggs and are spider monsters he doesn’t really care or recall. He kept the oral sex gangbang part to himself, just told Tavaris the whole fucked the Spider Queen and saw her putting eggs in the smaller ones.