Thousand Year Sword: Part 9.08: Princess in the Spider's Web

  Silence, princess Pamela is at a loss for ideas beyond the trail she is leaving behind as the cart moves over the dirt road into the forest. The cart shakes from a sudden stop and the horses yell out in surprise.

 

   The skeleton guard inside the cart bangs on the wall, “what’s going on out there?”

 

  The zombie guard driving the cart just stares blankly ahead through his dead eyes at a gargantuan web in the road connecting the trees on either side with massive strands of spider’s silk.

 

  “where is the magic coming from?” comes a woman’s voice above them in the trees.

 

  A giant spider, a yellow and black striped creature with pointy appendages with spikes on the legs lowers down from the trees. Its body is easily the size of the cart, and it has a white mask like human face in the middle of its head. Two solid red oval eyes on the mask with six other round solid red eyes on the spider’s head proper. The spider fangs move about drooling as the mask like human mouth above speaks, “you are only prey, where is the prize we seek?”

 

  The zombie guard shouts out, “be alert…a fiend is here…a…talking fiend….”

 

  Before the guards have time to react the ground below the horses explodes and the horses are left cut in half, blood staining the ground. The source of this explosion lands on the roof of the cart. A woman, a shapely woman with grey skin all over her body; she has silvery fur on her forearms, shins, her wolf like tail, and forming an X on her back connecting four long spider legs coming from her back as well. Her hands and feet are like claws and her head a bit mis-shapen. Sure her chin is pointed, her lips are oddly red sticking out from her grey body and her nose small and dainty; however where eyes should be is a flesh like armored plate that is clearly part of her face. This protrusion from her forehead over where the top of the nose should be sports five solid red orb eyes in the rough shape like a U or V or a bucket with its angled sides and flat base if one were to connect the dots. Her feminine cranium impression saved by her short and kind of dirty and spiky looking solver hair that comes right up behind the plate. Not that the zombie guard had time to take any of this in before she extended huge fangs from her mouth, opened her mouth insanely wide and bit the top of his head off.

 

   She spits his decaying brains out with a disgusted expression as her sister spider has started to eat the horses.

 

   “Kumira,” says the one on the cart, “we have a job to do,”

 

  “Of course,” says Kumira through her human mouth with the spider one eats, “just getting a bite to eat dear sister,”

 

   Kumira leaps in the air, turning over the cart and land behind it. With a quick slash she rips off the back door. The skeleton guard, sword drawn says, “stand back fiend, by order of the Soul King this girl is his prize and not for you to eat.”

 

      Princess Pamela is oddly calm, or frozen with fright perhaps, unable to scream or speak as her gaze is transfixed on this creature she has never seen before.

 

      “I am Kumira,” says Kumira, “Goddess of the webs, I heed to no human or his undead,”

 

  All of her eyes flash in various colors, Pamela falls asleep under the hypnotic gaze, the skeleton guard however does not.

 

  She spits out a green glob from her spider mouth that smacks the skeleton guard back, and dissolves him in its thick sticky acid, as well as part of the cart dripping it all onto the dirt floor. Kumira then cuts through Pamela’s chains and gently lifts the girl from the cart. She rolls her in her webbing up to her shoulders.

 

   “Lupachnid,” says Kumira addressing her sister.

 

  “Sure,” says Lupachnid jumping down.

 

  She takes the princess bundle and puts her on Kumira’s back, and using magic web from purple sigils around her claw tips she ties the princess down securely.

 

   Lupachnid looks around, “we have her, mother will be so proud of us.”

 

  Lupachnid sniffs the air.

 

  “Something wrong?” asks Kumira

 

  “No,” says Lupachnid, as they leap into the air heading north east.

 Lupachnid thinks to herself, “I think that was father’s scent, but one thing at a time.”

 

    ******

 

   The Soul King glares from his throne at the screen before him as the Lich he sent to investigate the reports of his cart abandoned, demolished, and without guards before the dark forest. The image shows the cart, the mutilated horses, and the forest with giant webs everywhere.

 

   “It was not a fiend my lord,” says the Lich, “I sense a different magic here, like that of the gods.”

 

   The Soul King grimaces and says, “things are slipping in, the gods are loosed, the fourth just before this incident…did they catch onto my plans? Are they trying to stop me?”

 

   “No,” comes the booming voice from the shadows, “this was not the work of the imprisoned gods, something hidden in this land is responsible.”

 

   “Well,” says the Soul King to the Lich, “what happened then?”

 

  “I feel,” says the Lich, “a different diety, similar to the four you imprisoned my lord, but…different. It…wait…”

 

   His eyes glow, “two…there were two I don’t recognize, very similar to each other…siblings no doubt.”

 

   “My…sssisstersss,” comes a hissing voice from the shadows behind the Soul King.

 

 “Who is there?” demands the Soul King, “who dares enter my…”

 

  The creature crawls from the shadows, a tarantula the size of a man with brown and black stripes. Where a head should be is a human skull twice the size of a normal human skull with massive fangs and a purple veiny web like membrane under the lower jaw and throat. A long green tube of a tongue snakes out with a hissing noise as its unblinking fire dots for eyes look at him.

 

   “I am called Fang,” says the monster, “your prizssed Hexsssassss Maiden was too tempting a target for our mother, shhhheee sssent my sssissstersss no doubt to retrieve her.”

 

   The Soul King’s hands glow with green flames, “how do you know about the Hexas maiden?”

 

   “I have lived in your cassstle for sssome time now sssiiire feeding on your forgotten prisssonerssss, I hear thingsss in your wall.”

 

   “Oh,” says the Soul King, “very well then, who and what is your mother and why would she oppose me…Fang.”

   

    ******

 

    *Wake up*, *wake up*

 

   A tiny soft woman’s voice stirs Lukatara from his sleep. He blinks his eyes in the dark cabin confused for a moment as to where he is. He briefly remembers after the white temple he had studied the map, his cabin that he built secretly outside of his home town and the dark forest for that matter were just barely north of the western temple. In his adventures he had made a complete circle around the kingdom; showing him just how small this world he lived in truly is.

 

  *Wake up*

 

  Comes the soft voice again. Lukatara looks around and sees a tiny dot of yellow light over by the mirror. As he walks over an image appears in the mirror of a girl he’s never seen before tied up in a web in a lair he is all too familiar with.

 

  *You are the chosen one* says the soft voice, *she is Princess Pamela, the evil tyrant of this land kidnapped her to use her special magical powers to revive an ancient calamity and expand his rule beyond the dome that is your world, yes there is a world beyond the bent sky and the temples. She is safe for now, when you leave you will find posters requesting able bodies men of nearby villages to map out the lair of the monster that took the princess from her captors. You must go, but first you must go to the temple of time and…*

 

   *mmm* comes a woman’s voice from back in Lukatara’s bed, a clawed hand reaches out and moves about looking for him.

 

  The image vanishes from the mirror as a tiny yellow orb of light flies from its surface and hovers over the bed illuminating it.

 

   *what the fuck?* says the yellow orb, *Shahara the tiger goddesss? Here? Now? Already?*

 

   Shahara looks up, “huh? Luky come back to bed,”

 

  *NO!* says the yellow orb, *You….you…you can’t be here!*

 

  The orb flies into Lukatara’s face, *You…you don’t have the time temple’s powers? But…I can feel the guardians weapons, items…powers…and…what the hell is this other power?*

 

   “What?” says Lukatata shaking himself awake, “who are you? What are you talking about?”

 

 

   *Your destiny of course* says the yellow orb *You are the chosen one, the time has come for you to fulfill your destiny as the savior of this accursed land, I was…will…lead you to the forgotten time temple, there you would gain the power of time, you would gradually learn to increase the power, first able to temporarily stop enemies in their tracks…that is how you will save the princess from the monster you are too weak to fight. You go in, rescue her, and use time stop as the monster,”

 

   “You mean Lohln?” asks Lukatara.

 

  *Yeah, her* continues the yellow orb, *when she got close to…make…your…escape…HOW DO YOU KNOW HER NAME ALREADY?!*

 

   “They fucked,” says Shahara, “now who are you?”

 

   *I…* continues the yellow orb, *I am the fairy of time, I was to lead this boy on his epic adventure, starting with the temple of time, rescue the princess, learn about the world outside, free the four goddesses…you being of them…the last one…hardest one…*

 

  She flies back at Lukatara, *how’d you do that without the time power, that monster required being rusted, no way you had the strength even with the sword too…*

 

   She hovers a moment, *that’s it! That’s the other power…how you did it, you were given the gift of strength…but…by who?*

 

   “Oh,” says Lukatara feeling like he is being chewed out for doing the right thing, “Lohln gave me all that,” he counts them off on his fingers, “strength, durability, speed, agility, and oh this neat spider web power.”

 

  *She would have just eaten you* says the yellow orb as if disappointed he is even alive, *just to get down there you’d need the time stop on enemies before getting the sword, you’d need time decay the very next power to free the sword from its alter and to weaken enemies, and…wait…she took the princess because of her magic aura, to breed, you’d need even before…*

 

   She illuminates the whole room and Shahara glows blue and Lukatara glows violet.

 

   *How did that happen?* as the time fairy

 

  “Another…fairy,” says Lukatara shrugging his shoulders.

 

  A violet orb appears, “Lukatara you have rested enough, as I said I had to…um…find the best path. At this time, pun not intended, it would be best to seek out a forgotten ruin just to the south of here, a time temple. There you will find the power needed to enter the central temple and defeat the Soul King once and for all.

 

  *Saving the first power for last?* asks the time fairy

 

  “Oh shit,” says the violet fairy, “Guess Lohln got the princess already, heh, almost to the final boss even before the prologue finished, heh heh heh heh.”

 

   *Who are you?* demands the time fairy

 

  “Well,” says the violet fairy, “you can call me the chaos fairy I guess, I lead this hero through his adventure to rescue this land before the whole cliché rescue the princess bit came up.”

 

   *This isn’t…never mind, how’d you even accomplish this without the time powers? He’d need the time/space reversal to get through the crypt to get the magic lantern, which is needed for the ice temple. Let alone defeat the Necrodipus.*

 

   Lukatara shudders.

 

  “He…” says the chaos fairy, “didn’t really defeat that…or Lohln, more negotiated his freedom from being a sex slave in return for his fathering new generations of deities, which you can thank on my mana blessing thank you very much, also that last thing was Echidaria and..”

 

   *Echidaria! She’s not  in this except as a statue and a plaque and…*

 

  The time fairy hovers in front of Lukatara, *lets speed this up and just see all that has transpired*

 

   A brief moment of blinding light and the time fairy says, *Oh…wow, this time is all kinds of fucked up, like long before this time frame, this means the final monster…*

 

   She hovers down in front of the chaos fairy who just says, “variety is the spice of the life.”

 

  *Very well,* says the time fairy, *as this timeline was altered thousands of years ago, it is only natural that the end result of this even be different. We..will allow it.*

 

  The time fairy vanishes.

 

  “What was that all about, I…didn’t get any of that.” Says Lukatara

 

 “Don’t worry about it,” says the fairy and Shahara in unison.

 

   Shahara thinks to herself, “hopefully this means this is the last of this timeline that needs fixed from that thing’s influence.”

 

   She giggles to herself thinking, “and I got to tap the hero’s ass this time.”

 

    ******

 

    Pamela stirs in her sleep, a sensation both familiar and new, a strange suction on her pussy lips, a teasing of something soft around her clit. she tries to move her arms finding them pinned tight. She snaps her eyes open and screams at the sight a giant black and yellow spider below her, her legs straddling its head. She starts to kick about and scream causing the suction on her pussy lips to release and pull back. She stops screaming and stares wideyed at the cause of her earlier sensation, the white mask like face licking its lips. A quick look around reveals she is wrapped up and dangling from the ceiling of a large stone room, her legs free.

 

   “How rude,” says Kumira, “just when I was getting your juices flowing.”

 

   “Who…who…” stammers Pamela, “why…”

 

  “How rude of me it seems,” says Kumira, “you just smelled so delicious I had to unwrap you a little and have a taste. My name is Kumira, the goddess of the web.”

 

  Lupachnid leaps down and looks back and forth from Kumira and Pamela.

 

  “Seriously,” says Lupachnid, “are you trying to traumatize her?”

 Lupachnid walks over, Pamela is unable to take her eyes off the odd formation of eyes on Lupachnid’s face.

 

   “You are just as scary Lupachnid,” says Kumira, “wolf spider, tee hee,”

 

  “At least I have tits,” says Lupachnid, “I can wrap my legs around a man or woman without worrying about crushing them.”

 

   Kumira sneers as best she can, “mother says some day I will be able to shape shift just like you, and at least we know I will have a gorgeous face.”

 

   “Be calm my daughters,” comes the voice of Lohln as she enters the room behind Pamela, “you don’t want to frighten our guest.”

 

   Pamela is afraid to turn her head to see what this third horror has in store. When she feels a giant and very bosom frame press against her back and wrap its arms around her. A large clawed hand moves down over her silk covered body finding her wetness between her legs, she holds her legs out as best she can dangling for fear of the giant claws. She feels the frame move down and the clawed hands trace the sides of her legs and something silken wrap around her. The third one is wrapping her legs back up in web.

 

  The giant woman moves around to Pamela’s front causing the other two to back away and be silent.  Pamela is greeted by a beautiful smiling face, albeit pale. Her eyes look down at the giant heaving bosom. The woman backs up and Pamela can see that from the waist down she is a giant grey spider with strange thickly armored legs like a crab would have.

 

   “I am Lohln the spider goddess,” she says tapping her right hand’s claws on the top of her breast as if it were a table, “you have met two of my daughters, Kumira and Lupachnid, such lovely children, not fully come into their beauty like their mother so we can forgive your fear my dear.”

 

   Pamela is a bit confused that she’d imply Pamela was at any fault of anything here other than…

 

  “Oh,” says Pamela, “you…you rescued me?”

 

  “Why yes,” says Lohln, “I don’t know what that silly little necromancer would want with such a lively little morsel such as yourself,”

 

   Lohln’s smile is lewd as she leans in close to Pamela’s face and neck and takes a big *whiff* of her, “oh yes…I can smell the magic inside you, you left such an attractive mystic trail my dear.”

 

   Lohln *purrs*, “hmmmm, I can still smell the lust on you.”

 

   “Lust?” asks Pamela, “I…uh,”

 

   Lohln looks a bit taken back, “you did leave a mystic mate finder trail did you not? A spell used only when trying to attract a mystical mate? “

 

   Lohln places her hand over Pamela’s breast, the pressure felt through the web and leans in, “well…here I…we are, you needn’t worry about undead my dear Hexas Maiden, for you can be my priestess…my consort and earthly wife.”

 

   Pamela blushes, “are…aren’t you a girl?”

 

  “Does that bother you?” asks Lohln whispering in her ear, “you sure seemed to be enjoying my daughters tongue earlier. Would you not like to sample a much more learned tongue as well?”

 

    “I….I….uh,” stammers Pamela remembering once spying two of her maids in bed together and how it made her tingle, how she had masturbated right there at her window watching them, and imagining that they could see her; not knowing that they did, and continued not despite but in greater fervor because of it.

 

    With a simple pull, Lohln snags Pamela free from the ceiling and holds the blushing princess against her giant breasts, “lets continue this someplace better suited.”

 

    Pamela blushes as she carried like a child against its mother’s bosom. They travel down dimly lit halls and into a darkness deeper than any she has ever known the body of Lohln seems to glow with an unnatural light, not bright, not illuminating at all, simple her body as if light shone upon it standing out in the empty darkness. As they travel thus Pamela’s mind drifts, to images of spider’s nests, of bodies wrapped in web, of bones and other horrific sights.

 

   “Here, we are.” Announces Lohln as they enter a new place, a marble mansion with wide halls, more a temple than a home.

 

   Lohln carries the princess through wide oaken doors into a room with a massive bed and sets the princess down upon its edge. With a slow and easy motion she slices the web from Pamela’s body.

 

   “I chose you,” says Lohln to the confused princess, “you are of a rare breed, both beautiful of mind and body, as well as possessing magic. Yes you clearly left a trail that any like us could pick up on, and low and behold we came to your rescue. Who knows what evils the necromancer would have done…”

 

   A tear rolls down Lohln’s perfect cheek not staining, rolling like a bead as though her body rejects water, “that vile human, the necromancer who conquered this land and enclosed it in this unholy bubble, his master murdered one of my children, my brave son Cruachnid, the lord of the burning web. He was died in battle, but was not allowed to rest as the necromancer took control of his body to act as his servant…my dear son now rests thanks to a hero in this land.”

 

   “But what of you my dear,” says Lohln leaning down, her giant breasts practically upon the girl, “how were you captured? The power I sense in you should have been more than enough for the two creatures my daughters tell me they faced.”

 

   “I…” says Pamela trying to back up but succeeding in sitting herself further onto the bed in her clear nightie, “Was…taken in my sleep, drugged I…guess, from my castle.”

 

   “Even then,” says Lohln almost climbing onto the bed, whose sheets and blankets Pamela would have thought would have been easily damaged by the sharp appendages of Lohln, “I see,”

 

   She leans over Pamela making her fall onto her back on the comfortable mattress, hovering over her Pamela notices her breasts do not sag as they should at this angle despite their soft appearance as if glued into place.

 

   “I can teach you,” says Lohln

 

 

   “What?” asks Pamela trying not to stare at the nipples above her face or the spider body over her legs instead focusing on Lohln’s face.

 

  “Many things,” says Lohln with a mischievous smile, “magic, active defense skills, the world, many skills both private and public,”

 

   The look in Lohln’s eyes speaks volumbs as she says that last part and continues, “I am a goddess little one, the goddess of the web, the web of life, fate, change, time, anything web related really. Trapped in this place thanks to an abomination’s four gods barrier, soon to fall and expose this land to the outside world…hmmm,”

 

  Lohln sets her body down next to Pamela, her legs hover over the girl. The weight of her spider body pushes down into the mattress making Pamela roll suddenly against Lohln’s body. Without a pretext of control Lohln places her hand on Pamela’s back and pets her as one would a cat as she speaks, “My dear, you poor little thing, taken from your…castle…a princess?”

 

   Pamela nods, her head right up against lohln’s naked thigh, as much as the point where human body meets spider body can be called a thigh, her most private of parts exposed not but a few inches from and above Pamela’s face.

 

   Lohln smiles, “then it can be yours, this land, once the hero…the king to be,”

 

   Lohln’s smile is wicked and pleased with herself at the same time, “vanquishes the necromancer, he could be yours, take him as your husband and add this land to your own. Its people…well…the land, its magic, the returned blessings of the four goddesses of the compass, and more.”

 

   “I…” says Pamela, “don’t even know this guy,”

 

  “Then I will teach you,” says Lohln placing her hand upon the girl’s head ever so gently, “close your eyes and think of nothing,”

 

   Pamela drifts to sleep under the spider goddesses spell, visions dancing through her mind of Lukatara’s quest, his battles, his encounters even things that one would not believe Lohln would be familiar with that happened beyond the view of others even. When Pamela awakens she is nestled against Lohln’s body and stops herself as she realizes that she has been grinding her moistening labia against Lohln’s hard body in her sleep. She is both surprised at herself, blushing red, surprised that she even found some of those visions so erotic, not caring that Lohln had crammed months worth of adventures up to that morning when the boy spoke to the time fairy, into her head in a matter of minutes. Although she feels the part with Echidaria was (paraphrased) a bit, not that she is complaining…she tries to convince herself of that. Yet she has made no attempt to move away from Lohln’s body, remaining presses against the now oddly comforting warm soft spider flesh.

    “As much as I’d love to continue this now,” says Lohln, emphasizing the (now) part, “you have been through a lot, you should wash up, have a nice meal and rest.”

 

   Lohln stands off the bed, Pamela is once again surprised at herself as she instinctively murmurs a protesting noise.

 

   “My daughters,” says Lohln, “will show you the way to the baths, then we can enjoy a nice meal together, and you can rest on my proposal.”

 

   “Proposal?” asks Pamela.

 

  “Why to become my student,” says Lohln, “if you choose to when can then decide if you’d like to pursue the new king and all that ruling a new land stuff.”

 

   Lohln’s attitude seems genuine, not as concerned over the mortal concerns of land ownership as she is over wanting to keep Pamela around as her student.

 

  Pamela sits up and moves to the edge of the bed, she is about to speak.

 

  “Not yet,” says Lohln, “I genuinely want you clear of my mind when you decide, no duress.”

 

   As the doors open and Lupachnid enters Lohln turns and says, “Oh…when you exit the bath, Kumira will have a new dress ready for you to wear to dinner.”

   

     ******

 

    Pamela is silent as they walk down the hall, followed close behind by the not wholly unattractive Lupachnid.

 

   “Here,” says Lupachnid as she passes by Pamela and opens a door to a cavern filled with various pools of water arranged almost like shelves, their sizes clearly able to accommodate the body of one like Lohln.

 

   Pamela pauses by the baskets meant for cloths, despite the fact not one of the three with her are wearing any sort of clothing.

 

   “Something the matter?” ask Lupachnid passing while grabbing a bucket filled with cleaning supplies, “most would be pleased at the idea of a goddess bathing them.”

 

   Pamela looks at the bucket, realizing the woman before her fully intends to bathe her herself. Pamela blushes looking at Lupachnid’s attractive body, although grey in color with silver fur on her forearms, shins/calves, wolf like tail, and spider limbs from her back. She recoils unintentional when looking at Lupachnid’s face. While her chin, mouse, and nose are attractive that lump of flesh with the unblinking eyes like a shield over her face frightens Pamela.

 

   “Am I not attractive?” asks Lupachnid, not the sort of thing Pamela would expect from someone who only intended to help her clean.

 

   “You certainly didn’t seem to mind my mother’s body,” she says with a crooked smile making Pamela blush, “is mine not closer to human? Closer to the familiar? My curves, my breasts, my legs, not to your likening princess,”

 

   Pamela turns her face ashamed, Lupachnid leaps through the air landing before Pamela startling her.

 

  “My face then?” says Lupachnid with a smile, “afraid of me? The eyes are the windows of the soul they say, what do you see in mine.”

 

   Pamela turns afraid not to obey the taller woman, this spider wolf goddess and looks into the five red orbs. She blushes as she sees an image of herself in the bath, moaning and writhing on the fingers of Lupachnid as they play with her cunt, but her face is…

 

  Pamela blinks and is now looking into a human face, albeit with solid red eyes.

 

 *mmph* Pamela is surprised as Lupachnid kisses her, even more so as she provides little to no resistance as the spider woman parts her lips and teeth with her long flexible tongue. Pamela meets her tongue with her own giving Lupachnid a bit of a surprise that the princess isn’t so taken back or passive. Lupachnid mystical tongue practically wraps around and massages Pamela’s tongue. Lupachnid backs off a moment and smiles. Pamela practically rips her nightgown off over her head and leaps back into Lupachnid’s arms kissing her aggressively surprising her once again. Lupachnid lifts her a few inches off the ground, their breasts pressed together as they taste and tease each other’s lips and tongues while Lupachnid carries her towards the water’s edge.

 

   “Wait,” says Lupachnid, surprising herself as much as the princess, “whoa, that was unexpected,”

 

   “you taste like strawberries,” whispers Pamela trying to get her lips again.

 

  “Uh,,,” says Lupachnid as Pamela nibbles on her chin licking the spit under her lower lip, “first…I mean first we must clean you before you can bathe in the healing hotsprings.”

 

    “sheesh,” thinks Lupachnid as she manifests a table with a pillow.

 

   Lupachnid sets Pamela on her feet, “now lie down on your back, and I will anoint you with the purification oils.”

 

   Pamela lies on the massage table, as Lupachnid manifests a bottle of oil from thin air, her hands shifting from claws to human hands. She rubs the oil on her hands and massages Pamela, starting with her back and working down the spine, over the buttocks needing them and down the legs. She lifts Pamela’s feet and massages the oil in between her toes and then sucks them off, paying special attention to extend her long muscular tongue between her toes and tickle her feet, Pamela giggles and moans at the same time.

 

    “Now the special care,” says Lupachnid pouring the oil onto her own body, putting on a show for Pamela as she massages it into her every curve and plays with her own tits.

 

   Lupachnid crawls onto the massage table and straddles the small of Pamela’s back as she slides her wet pussy along her lower back and buttocks before lying on her back, using her long spider limbs to support her weight and keep her up, looking like a cage around two lovers, as she massages her breasts into Pamela’s back. Lupachnid gets on her knees and sits up saying, “turn over,”

 

   Pamela needs no more convincing as she turns around, the two women’s pussies meeting. Pamela sounds a bit disappointed as Lupachnid raises her hips up so she is on her knees and elbows. She leans down and with her tits makes circles around Pamela’s own areolas tickling her in a pleasant relaxing way. Pamela however is going nuts as her pussy only gets wetter and surprises Lupachnid by wrapping her legs around her waist. Despite Lupachnid’s far superior strength she straightens her legs out obliging Pamela as their bodies come together. Pussies rubbing against each other slightly, breasts pressed together. Pamela finds the spider woman’s mouth and nibbles on her lips, parting them with her tongue which Lupachnid sucks on. Taking the idea herself Pamela pulls on Lupachnid’s long tongue with her mouth and sucks on it, bobbing her head as if giving her tongue a blow job, a sensation new even to Lupachnid who is lost in this strange erotica. They are not unlike a couple in the missionary position as Lupachnid starts to grind her pussy against Pamela’s before remembering her outlined agenda.

 

    By magic the massage table vanishes, Lupachnid’s arms around Pamela and floating them back to a standing positions. They continue to kiss as Lupachnid carries them into the pool and leans Pamela waist deep against the side of the hotspring. Pamela obediently parts her legs and stretches them into the warm soothing water as Lupachnid’s hand finds its way down Pamela’s abdomen teasing her before journeying into her warm moist pussy. She sticks just the tip of her index finger into the moist opening as her thumb slowly circles Pamela’s clit. As Pamela’s pussy pulses trying to suck in Lupachnid’s finger she inserts a second finger and pushes deeper. Her thumb circles tighter more localizes driving Pamela crazy her body shaking. Lupachnid gives Pamela a playful smile just as she hooks her fingers jabbing into Pamela’s G-spot. Pamela arches her back and her legs go stiff. Lupachnid isn’t finished with her As she presses down with her thumb on Pamela’s clit and slowly pulls her fingers back. Pamela’s eyes are wide as she gasps in hurried breaths as an intense orgasm overtakes her making her spill out into the pool.

 

  As her body relaxes Lupachnid pulls her fingers free slowly, giving Pamela aftershocks of pleasure. She sucks the juices, what little survived the hotspring’s water that is, from her fingers. Lupachnid pulls Pamela onto the side of the pool, her feet the only part remaining in the water as Lupachnid climbs over her like a predator over her prey. She leans down and licks the drool coming the side of Pamela’s mouth. Trails her tongue down her cheek, licks the inner part of her breasts avoiding the sensitive and wanton nipples, trails down her abdomen and pauses just above Pamela’s pubic mound.

 

  “No,” whispers Pamela, “not…so soon,” her words say that but her hands are actively pushing on Lupachnid’s head to move further down.

 

   Lupachnid blows gently on her small bush tickling her making her clit stiffen. She snakes her tongue out with a soft *hisss* and just as the tip of her tongue meets the clit a voice rings out from the entry way, “Are you not going to invite your dear sister Kumira to enjoy the princess my dear sister?”

 

    Pamela briefly recalls the sensation of Kumira’s massive tongue diving into her pussy when she was dangling from the ceiling, however only her face was even remotely human. However when she turns her head back she doesn’t see a giant yellow and black striped spider, instead there are long red and white robes on the floor like a royal gown from an eastern court,

 

    Lupachnid looks equally surprised as her tongue just hangs there above Pamela’s pussy as she stares at this woman, this woman in a long courtesan’s gown and robe made to reveal her yellow and black striped armor like breasts and neck with a face hidden behind a white mask that is emotionless save for the painted red lips in a smile and the curved solid red eyes. This mask is part of her head, but looks more like a mask thanks to how stiff it is and the frame of the long straight black hair. She unties her gown and lets it drop to the floor revealing a sleek armor like body. Smooth like a woman’s curved like an exotic danger, breasts held stiff like a mannequins’ although a D-cup in size. Her hands sport fingers like cone like claws, and her feet look like high heeled boots despite clearly being part of her body. She is an odd sight, gorgeous yet alien, like a living sensual armor built for battle and to distract men on the battlefield. Her white face and long black hair more like a disguise to conceal this living weapon.

 

   Lupachnid give’s Pamela’s clit a quick flick surprising Pamela who jumps a little. Lupachnid pulls her tongue in, “Ku…Kumira?”

 

   “My true beauty,” says Kumira, “am I not gorgeous?” whose mouth barely moves as she speaks.

 

   “Yeah…” says Lupahnid whose wolf tail wags and flicks off some water, “but…how? When?”

 

   “Does it matter?” asks Kumira her mouth not moving more than a fingernail’s width.

 

  “Mind if I join you princess?” asks Kumira speaking like a member of  the court.

 

  “Please,” says Pamela.

 

 

 Lupachnid says, “Uh, Kumira…your hands are too sharp, and your body is like armor how…”

 

   Kumira walks over, her feet before each other in a sexy walk swaying her hips with tiny steps. Her cone claw fingers massage the space between her legs and a slit appears, it puffs, softens, and opens turning into a golden pussy, that is already dripping from watching her sister and the princess.

 

   “Teach me,” she says softly as she sits down, her legs astride Pamela’s face, “teach me to be softer,”

 

   Pamela speaks into her vagina, “with pleasure,” and begins licking the semi-soft moist opening of the second spider woman.

 

   Lupachnid just smiles as she lowers her mouth engulfing Pamela’s clit and sucks on it making the princess moan into Kumira’s pussy, the vibration tickling her. She strokes her armor like breasts with her claws in what would look like a mocking attempt to seductive by living armor. Lupachnid inserts her long tongue in Pamela’s body and wiggles it about making it hard for the girl to focus on licking Kumira’s cunt. Lupachnid sucks, drinking in another orgasmic flow. She pulls her head back and licks around the edges of Pamela’s swollen labia. She again inserts her tongue in Pamela’s pussy, making her shake and buck her hips and moan into Kumira pleasantly. Lupachnid pulls her head back, but keeps her tongue out, stiff, withdrawing it slowly from Pamela’s intimate nether region like a prized catch. She climbs from the pool and sits astride Pamela as if to ride an none existent phallus. She smiles despite her tongue being held out stiff like a soft curved branch. Kumira’s mouth opens, tiny needle teeth pulling back behind the stiff lips like retractable knives as her own long tongue snakes out. She leans forward as Pamela laps harder on her pussy, able to focus now on pleasuring the goddess. Kumira coils her tongue around that of her sister, tasting her sister’s saliva mixed with the pussy juices from Pamela’s most recent orgasm. As their tongues coil like snake mating their pull their heads together and kiss passionately, Kumira’s mouth and cheeks softening enough now for such activity.

 

   The air around them distorts and they freeze in place. Pamela feels them stop moving above her, her eyes trapped in the darkness of Kumira’s ass and asks, “what happened?”

 

   The ground feels different, more like the massage table than the stone floor and, there is a sheet under her. Kumira backs off her head and sits knees together. Lupachnid just stays sitting on her. Looking around Pamela sees they are sitting on a long table with a white table cloth surrounded by plates of cooked birds, fruits, and various desserts.

 

   “Did I not send you to fetch your sister and our guest for dinner?” asks Lohln standing at the head of the table. Her frame twice that of Lupachnid not counting her spider lower half.

 

 

   Lohln smiles at the scene before her and says, “stop,” says Lupachnid is about to climb off of Pamela.

 

  “Retract your combat limbs,” commands Lohln.

 

  Lupachnid gulps and absorbs the four spider legs into her back.

  “and the tail,” says Lohln.

 

  Lupachnid obeys shifting further into a human form save for the muff like tufts of silver fur, skin color, and eyes.

 

  With a flick of her wrist Lohln manifest a silver serving tray under Pamela and telekinetically makes it slide towards her over the table. The force knocking Lupachnid to lie on top of Pamela. The tray stops before Lohln and turns sideways, at this angle Lohln looks even more massive than before, although her human part if fully humanoid would be twice the size of a normal human it feels so much larger with her over them at a table, them lying on each other on a serving tray.

 

   “You know,” says Lohln with a mischievous smile, “you two look so delecitble like that, like two wonderful creampuffs of exstacy, your delicious lustful emotions wafeing in the air greater than any fragrant foodstuff. Stay still a moment.”

 

   Pamela and Lupachnid look at each other as Lohln taps her claw like fingers on the table in thought.

 

  “Kumira,” she says, “get off the table.”

 

  “Yes mother,” says Kumira as she departs and her spider legs start to form.

 

  “Stay in that humanoid form,” she commands.

 

  “As you wish mother,” she says and withdraws the growing legs.

 

  “and…call me mistress for right now.” Her smile is wide and lust fills her eyes.

 

 “As you wish…mistress,” says Kumira.

 

  “Do not let the passion die down,” says Lohln, “enjoy yourselves,”

  Pamela smiles up at Lupachnid as they embrace in a passionate kiss.

 

   As they tongue wrestle they don’t notice Lohln ordering Kumira to fetch some whipcream. Lohln spreads it over her daughter’s back as they are embraced and kiss. Kumira watches as her mother then licks the cream from her sister’s back, her large breasts pressing into the sides of the two lovers.

 

   “hmmmm,” says Lohln, “missing something,”

 

   She has Kumira bring over a pot of chocolate spread, and with the brush coats a trail from Lupachnid’s ass down the back of her leg and Pamela’s leg to their feet and coats their left set by the edge of the table with a dab of whip cream by the toes. She then licks down the ass cheek making Lupachnid giggle into Pamela’s mouth as Lohln’s larger flexible tongue goes down their legs and stops at their ankles. She moves to the edge of the table and scoots her body down. She sucks on their toes, opening her mouth wider as she goes and actually takes both feet fully into her mouth and throat and sucks. Pamela fears she may try to swallow them but starts to jump around a little making the two girl’s pussies bounce against each other as her tongue wraps around their feet tickling them as she sucks all the chocolate off.

 

   Once she pulls back releasing their feet she licks her lips, “something not right…oh…I’m having dessert before the main course!”

 

   She looks at Kumira, “also,” she manifests from the air a long cherry red ribbon and ties it around Kumira’s waist so she has a giant bow on her backside.

 

  “Now,” says Lohln, “bring me the cornucopia from the kitchen,”

 

  With a wave of her hand the serving tray expands and the other food on the table vanishes.

 

  “Side by side,” she instructs, “on your backs.”

 

  Pamela and Lupachnid reluctantly part and lie side by side.

 

  “Hold your inner hands together.” She instructs.

 

  Pamela and Lupachnid obey and intertwine their fingers.

 

  “Lovely,” says Lohln.

 

  Kumira returns with the cornucopia horn and hands it to Lohln while saying, “here you are mistress,”

 

   “Good,” says Lohln as she waves her hand and a second serving tray appears on the table, smaller, barely room to sit.

 

  Lohln gestures for Kumira to sit there as she takes the ribbon off of her.

 

  As she sits on her knees ahead of Pamela and Lupachnid Lohln strokes the cornucopia and lettuce appears between and bordering Pamela and Lupachnid. Grape bunches appear on their pubic mounds and strawberries before their vaginas in their slightly spread legs, Lupachnid’s ankle placed over Pamela’s by Lohln. As she strokes the cornucopia other foods appear, berries and odd fruits around their bodies and between their heads.

 

   “Feel free to lick up what berries you can without moving your heads,” says Lohln, “I have some special meals for you two planned. Just do not eat the strawberries or grapes by your waists or sit up…or move your arms too much, at all when I am done with Kumira and come back to you.”

 

   She turns her attention from them and walks over to Kumira, Lupachnid and Pamela take this opportunity to fill their empty and growling from the smell of food stomachs on berries and some crackers that were by their sides.

 

  “As for you my dear,” says Lohln to Kumira, “something special,”

 

  She strokes the cornucopia and a magic bowl appears, that is constantly swirling the chocolate inside it. Lohln takes the chocolate and starts to coat Kumira’s body with it, her armor like carapace with its smooth surface perfect for this. Getting everything from her neck down coated in chocolate, even her arm pits, although allowing it to coat down the sides of her legs and heel boot like feet. She even brushes under the buttocks to get Kumira’s undercarriage in her sitting position. She has Kumira place her hands on her knees. The chocolate hardens quickly into a chocolate shell, with Kumira’s predatory stillness and slick body the shell is perfect as if she were made of chocolate from the neck down. Lohln then coats her lap with white chocolate and sets a single cherry in the middle of it. When everything is dry and hardened she ties the cherry red ribbon around Kumira again.

 

  “Such a delicious and gorgeous dessert,” says Lohln satisfied with herself.

 

  She returns to the base of the table, requiring Pamela and Lupachnid to cease eating.

 

  “Now for the main course,” says Lohln, “or appetizers perhaps,”

 

  She takes a strawberry from between Pamela’s legs and using her knuckle grinds into Pamela’s pussy making her *yelp* and moisten. Lohln holds her pussylips open with her knuckles and rubs the strawberry in her juices and proceeds to engulf the strawberry, rolling it around her mouth with a smile and *mmm*. She moves over slightly and does the same with Lupachnid, licking her lips after.

 

  “Equally good,” she says as if judging a cooking contest, “but with distinct differences, perhaps I need a second opinion.”

 

   She takes another strawberry and dips it in Pamela’s womanhood then feeds it to Pamela, taking in the mixture of sweet and salty from her own body. Lohln without a pause dips another into Lupachnids pussy getting it nice and moist and feeds it to Pamela who looks at Lupachnid who would blush if she could from this new situation. Pamela can’t help but go, “oh my god, that’s delicious,” from tasting the strawberry mixed with Lupachnid’s pussy, the flavor is similar to Kumira’s which she eagerly was drinking up earlier only sweeter, perhaps thanks to the strawberry.

 

  Lohln repeats the process with the grapes, but doesn’t find them as satisfactory mixed with the pussy juices and seems to forget the sexual side of this spread as she just eats them and feeds some to Pamela and Lupachnid playfully, Kumira only permitted to look on and be still.

 

   She takes a bit of a pink fruit, a juicy sliced thing sets it by Pamela’s pussy, she takes a soft rag and presses firmly into Pamela’s pussy making her *gasp* and soaking the rag, she is surprised she isn’t dehydrated from all this. Lohln leaves the rag stuffed inside Pamela’s nether regions and takes another rag which she shoves into Lupachnid’s pussy. With both rags soaked she wrings them out onto the juicy fruit. She breaks this final piece of food into four parts, eating one herself, feeding one to Pamela, one to Lupachnid, and then hand feeds Kumira the final piece. Lohln licks a bit of the fruit off from around Kumira’s mouth.

 

   With a wave of her hand the serving tray and lettuce that no one touched that Pamela and Lupachnid were on vanishes. They take the hint to get off the table.

 

   “Now,” says Lohln, “Kumira, I told you to get our guest and your sister for dinner, instead you decided to play with them, forcing me to bring you all here myself. I was waiting here for over twenty minutes while you played. Your punishment for this…is to be our dessert.

 

  “Lupachnid, and our guest Pamela,”

 

  Pamela doesn’t get the formality considering she was part of the main course; surprised nothing was done with their breasts as part of that.

 

  Lohln continues, “I present the chocolate covered spider,”

 

  Lohln unties the bow as if unveiling something she had hidden away, “enjoy, suck all you want from her body, remember however that the cherry pie is mine.”

 

   With a gesture the tray with Kumira on it floats down the table to them. Without another word Lohln’s head is in Kumira’s lap sucking up the white chocolate and the cherry. Pamela leans over the table and sucks gently on Kumira’s arm, surprised at how hard and armor like her body really is, given that her pussy earlier was nearly as soft as her own. Lupachnid smiles and climbs on the table behind Kumira and sucks on the heel of her boot like feet and licks the soles clean, one would think Lupachnid was the submissive from this display if not for the bizarre circumstances. Lohln is really going to town on the crotch, one can hear such loud *slurping* and *sucking*. Lupachnid moves up and sucks on her sister’s hard ass, seeing movement from the corner of her red eyes. Her mother’s tongue is darting about like an ant eater’s tongue between Kumira’s legs not seeming to be as concerned about the chocolate as teasing and tickling Kumira’s underside mercilessly.

 

     Pamela looks into Kumira still unblinking eyes and sees a hint of a smile as she sucks on Kumira’s hard breasts, as she continues to suck and lick the chocolate off they start to feel softer like her body is relaxing. Pamela gently lifts Kumira’s arm after cleaning off the tip of her breast and gently sucks on her cone like fingers, careful of their tips. Licking around the edges and near the base as if they were odd alien cocks as she massages them with her lips.

 

  “On your back,” says Lohln

 

  Pamela is shocked to see that Lupachnid cleaned all the chocolate off of Kumira’s back and Lohln has got almost her whole abdomen clean.

 

   “Oh you got a mound already princess,” says Lohln as she gets the whipped cream and spreads it on the bare spot and then on her other breast as she lies on her back on the table, the serving tray elongating beneath her. Lohln concentrates on Kumira’s legs as Lupachnids engulfs a breast in her mouth massaging it with her lips.

 

  Pamela holds her stomach, “I can’t take anymore sugar,” she says.

 

 Her words fall on deaf ears as the long flexible tongues of the two spider women clean the other one’s body of chocolate. Pamela watches wandering what that felt like, and wishing in the back of her mind that she had been the dessert, a very odd thing in a few seconds worth of retrospect to think of and never thought before in her life.

 

   “That was good,” says Lohln, “we should have more dinners like this.”

 

   “maybe,” whispers Pamela, “next time I can be the dessert,”

 

  “Now your timid?” asks Lupachnid jokingly.

 

  “Next time,” thinks Lohln with a wide grin, “you want there to be a next time…good.”

 

  “Now then,” says Lohln, “that I have fed on you, it is only right that you feed on me.”

 

  Pamela doesn’t want to be rude but all that sugar is making her stomach upset, she’s never had so much chocolate before, it’s such a rare delicacy back home. Lohln hefts her breasts up with her hands, “after so much sugar some milk will help you settle your stomachs.”

 

  Pamela watches as Lupachnid crawls over the table and takes a tit in her mouth and sucks, bits of milk dripping down the side of her mouth. Pamela just looks at the other one.

 

  “Go ahead,” says Lohln, “you remember the vision right?”

 

  The sexual encounter Lukatara had with Lohln plays back in her head, the milk that made him stronger. She gulps and crawls over the table timidly taking the giant breast in her hand and puts her mouth around the giant nipple. With a few quick sucks milk shoots out.

 

  “Wow,” she says and eagerly goes back to sucking and drinking the most delicious milk she has ever had.

 

  She doesn’t even notice when Lupachnid crawls off the table and under it. Lohln strokes Pamela’s hair as she suckles her tit. Under the table Lupachnid has gone after a different prize, her mother’s wanton vagina dripping with juice and reeking of pheromones driving Lupachnid wild. She sucks on the giant vagina with earnest, darting her tongue in to drink it all in and sucking on the clit that is the size of the nipples on her chest.

 

   “ooh,” says Lohln realizing that Kumira has gone behind her and is licking around the edges of her spinneret and darting her tongue inside. She pulls the sticky webbing that her mother produces in response free, her saliva dissolving the stickiness as she eats it like pasta.

 

  Lohln looks back as Pamela takes a breath, “you always did have the oddest tastes, but you always were more into protein than sweet things my dear.”

 

   “Speaking of which,” says Lohln as Pamela sits back and *yawns*, “Kumira, did you lay out our guest’s dress for her?”

 

   Kumira slurps down some web, “Yes, mo…mistress,”

 

  Lohln takes a step back denying her daughter under the table another lick and forcing Kumira to move out of the way.

 

   “Our guest is tired after the day she has had.” says Lohln, “such a full day filled with fear, tragedy, relief, and even ecstasy, she must surely need to sleep after such an experience.”

 

   *yawn*, “Yes,” says Pamela sleepily.

 

  Lohln gathers up the naked young woman and carries her to the large bed from before and sets her down upon it. Lohln runs her fingers along the side of her own vagina watching the princess drift off to sleep. She turns and leaves before losing control like she had with the first fuckable mortal she came across.

 

   Back in the dining room Lupachnid and Kumira are still in their small human like forms and eating some of the roasted birds that reappeared on the table. They dip their heads towards their mother as she re-enters the room.

 

   “That was fun,” says Lupachnid.

 

  “Indeed,” whispers Kumira like a breeze through her mask like lips.

 

  “Such small and soft forms you have learned to take,” says Lohln, “so fragile, yet not complete, surely that dark abomination would still find you, their magic still detect you now that they likely have your mystical scent thanks to rescuing that princess.”

 

   Lohln is deep in thought.

 

  “Something wrong mother?” asks Kumira, “are these forms not suitable?”

 

  “For here,” she says, “they are, safe, able to interact with a mortal like Princess Pamela yet holding onto your divine status before them without being overtly terrifying to mortal minds. Yet you need to go further, create distinct human like forms, able to mask your power, and yet retain it.”

 

   A wide smile comes over her face and she says, “two birds with one stone,”

 

  Her pussy pulsates as she says, “Lupachnid lie down on the table,”

 

  Lupachnid looks at Kumira and sucks up a bit of roasted bird. As she lies on the table Lohln leans her body up by her front legs and grabs Lupachnid’s ankles holding her feet tight and shoves them both into her pussy. The inner pink flesh starts to glow as she widens and pulls her daughter in further. Lohln *purrs* in ecstasy as she pulls her daughter past her knees. Seeing this one would be reminded that on a normal spider where Lohln’s vagina is located would be a mouth, but this is not the case, for here is a special place.

 

    Lupachnid is not afraid as she feels the warmth over her body, as she gets to the waist Lohln says, “bend your knees”

 

    As Lupachnid bends her knees her torso slips in quickly up to her breasts. Lohln lets go of Lupachnid and rears up, massaging her breasts and drooling as the incredible sensation comes over her as her daughter slips into the glowing pinkness and is gone. Her vagina shrinks down to normal as her thorax expands slightly. Lohln rocks back and forth a moment and massages the sides of her vagina. Her body pulsates and she shivers a little.

 

  “So long,” says Lohln, “been too long, not…used to that, like losing my virginity all over again.”

 

   She smiles at Kumira, “now you my dear,”

 

  “Me too?” asks Kumira.

 

  Lohln nods, “yes, and head first,”

 

  Lohln puts her claw like hands around her vagina and peels it open, the flesh a bit tender after so soon shifting like that. Kumira puts her face there and dips her head down like she is going to head butt her mother’s womb as Lohln grabs her shoulders and shoves her in making Lohln *gasp* from going head first. Lohln prepares herself, rears up and then down on her daughter as she sits on her knees on the floor leaning forward, shoving her in past her shoulders.  Inside Kumira is amazed she can see, the inner flesh here is not like a mouth or stomach, it’s a soft pink slick cushion that is making a breathing noise, she can even feel air coming in from the walls. Also her sister’s face looking up at her in the cavity with a concerned look as the space isn’t exactly big. Lohln lifts Kumira up shoving her in further, the wet pussy providing perfect lubrication. Kumira stops when her face is above her sister’s pussy and Kumira’s above Lupachnid, there is only one problem, Kumira’s legs from just above the knee down are sticking out of Lohln like a really weird giant dick.

 

   “ah shit,” exclaims Lohln who rocks about, her hands on her thorax.

 

  The two spider women are rotated about inside the lighted cushion in their mother’s body, their faces shoved into each others’ womanhoods as Kumira’s legs are worked in as they bend; in the end they sideways inside her. In this warm comfortable if a bit tight of a space they can easily breath as they listen to the sound of air being pulled in from the pulsating vagina and feeding in through the walls. Taking advantage of the situation they both get the idea at the same time to eat each other out, licking and sucking trying to get the other to cum first.

 

  As Lohln rocks about with her vagina returning to normal size albeit now very tender, the slightest touch making her wet, although this doesn’t translate where her daughter’s are and is from glands near the front she can feel them moving about inside her and smiles realizing what they must be doing in that position. She walks from the dining room after waving for the left overs to be sucked into the cornucopia horn. She walks down the hall checking in on Pamela who has made her way among the pillows and is spooning one. Lohln is tempted to go in there but decides to let the princess rest, instead continuing down the hall past the baths. She opens a black gate and enters a cavern filled with webbing, a tunnel of webs. She makes her way deep down the web filled tunnel to a circular pocket filled with various cushions and torn up furniture. She moves some bits here and there and sets her body down on a mattress as she leans her torso forward and rests on some pillows. In this position her pussy is completely closed up, her daughter unable to escape, not that they want to as they enjoy each others’ company and when tired with their sticky faces fall asleep in this position.  Lohln wanders as she fills so full and can feel their jerking movements as they rest if this is what it feels like for mortal mammals to be pregnant. As Lohln sleeps she dreams of ages gone by, of when she would capture men and women, stunning them with her magic or venom, wrapping them tightly in web and shove them inside her feet first and carry them concealed like this back to her lair to release them there. She only did this with people she intended to be her lovers, her insides granting them magical properties nearly equal to what her breast milk can provide.