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  The Spider

  By

  Adrian Blue

  © Copyright 2017, Adrian Blue, All Rights Reserved

  Chapter One

  Emma ran blindly through the forest, the howls of the werewolves loud around her. She had lost her spear in their initial attack, sacrificing the weapon to keep the alpha from marking her. Their pack had been steadily decreasing in size for decades. Her tribe had done everything in their power to hunt the monsters to extinction. They may not be the only monsters in the forest, but they were the most troublesome.

  The other dark creatures were content to stay in their dens. They did not come into the tribe’s territory, ripping into livestock and ravaging the humans. They kept to themselves and her people had never had any quarrel with them. Emma, like all the others of her generation, knew better than to venture into the dark caves and hollows.

  A loud growl, jerked her out of her thoughts and she put on an extra burst of speed. The werewolves were not usually so persistent. She was close to the edge of their territory, dangerously close to something far worse. If they did not give up soon, she would have to chance the caves that bordered the valley.

  Her stomach twisted at the thought. She leapt over a fallen tree only seconds before the wolf behind her. She heard four paws hit the ground quickly followed by more. It sounded like half the pack was after her, but she did not dare look back. Emma scrambled up a rocky embankment toward the mouth of the cave.

  Halfway up the hill, the werewolves fell back. Their excited howling faded into disappointed growls, as they saw their prey escaping. Emma climbed faster. The rocks were cold and sharp under her hands, but nothing compared to the wolves’ jaws. She did not stop for breath until she reached the solid slab of rock at the top.

  Panting, she turned and looked behind her. Over a dozen werewolves glared up at her. Several of them snapped at each other in their frustration. It would have been a great victory for them to turn her. Her father had killed more of them than the rest of the tribe combined. As she watched, the alpha bared his teeth at her. There was a promise in his eyes.

  If she came down, she would not end the day as a human. Emma glanced back over her shoulder. The cave entrance was taller than ten men and wider than a dozen arm lengths. The sunlight died only a few feet into its depths, leaving only blackness beyond. She knew what terrible things were said to dwell in the cave system.

  Monstrous creatures that were said to trap and paralyze their prey, feeding on the still living victim for days. Her tribe had come to an agreement with the creatures many generations ago. Humans would not stray into their caves and they would not venture out to slaughter them. It was a truce that had never been broken.

  Emma shivered at the thought of meeting one of the creatures. They were said to be terrifyingly intelligent and darkly charismatic, weaving their webs with both words and silk. Emma turned to face the cave fully. There was no choice. It was the certainty of the werewolves or the possibility of the cave-dwellers.

  With a deep breath, she began to search the ground for a suitable branch. Perhaps, fire would protect her. Some of the stories said the creeping monsters were frightened by the light. With the growls of the werewolves echoing in her ears, Emma hurried to rip a strip of fabric from the bottom of her dress. She found a long, white bone at the entrance of the caves and tried not to think too hard about what poor creature it had come from, as she wrapped the fabric around one end of the bone. She pulled a small vial from the pouch that hung from her belt and doused the fabric.

  A single strike of flint ignited the liquid and set the fabric aflame. Emma carefully picked up the torch and moved toward the cave entrance. The temperature dropped the moment she stepped inside. Before the sunlight even faded, goosebumps broke out across her skin. She had to move quickly. The longer she was in their realm, the more likely her death became.

  Emma held the torch high, as the darkness closed around her. In seconds, she could only see the small circle illuminated by the firelight. Her boots scuffed quietly over the stone ground, dislodging a pebble and sending it bouncing into the darkness. Emma froze and listened for any sign of movement.

  Somewhere out of sight water dripped steadily. It was the only sound in the silence. With a shuddering breath, Emma continued deeper into the cave. The cave was part of a larger system. If she walked far enough, she should find another exit. The alternative was wandering in the pitch blackness until the inhabitants finally found her.

  Emma tried to put the idea from her mind. As she moved deeper into the cave, the ground began to slope downward and the walls began to close in. The passage narrowed until her torch could illuminated the walls and ceiling. The massive cave became a hallway, leading deep into the earth.

  All at once, between one halting step and the next, the passage opened up into a massive chamber. Emma tightened her grip on the torch and peered into the darkness. She could only see a tiny portion of the huge room, but the echo of dripping water gave away its sheer size. Pools of shallow water lay on either side of her, leaving a narrow walkway in between.

  She slowly moved deeper into the chamber. As her torch flickered, the shifting shadows began to play tricks on her. She jerked her head to the side to squint into the blackness, as dark shapes seemed to move in the inky shadows. There was no sound but the steady drip of the water and her breathing.

  Chapter Two

  Emma hesitantly walked deeper into the cavern. Again, she caught movement from the corner of her eye. She switched the torch to her other hand, but the flame was no match for the shadows threatening to swallow her. Her palms grew damp even with the chill in the air. Again, the shadows shifted. She was sure there was something there.

  Suddenly, she felt a presence at her back. She stiffened, her breath caught in her throat. With a shaky inhale, Emma turned around. The light of her torch reflected back at her multiple times, her own terrified face mirrored in the eyes of one of the monsters. As she gaped in horror, her eyes could not stop taking in the massive size of the creature.

  It was as dark as the night and covered in sharp, spiky hairs. Each one of its eight legs was longer than she was tall, and they elevated its body an arm’s length above her head. It loomed over her, silent and deadly. As she watched, it flashed curved, black fangs the length of her forearm. Emma struggled to slow down her panicked breathing.

  “I-I’m sorry to disturb you,” she whispered.

  “Are you?” the creature murmured.

  Emma jerked back in surprise. Even knowing the creatures could speak, could not prepare her for the deep, resonant voice. Or the dark amusement the voice seemed to hold. The creature hunched over her, every eye examining her closely.

  “Y-yes. If you could just point the way…” she trailed off as the wicked fangs flexed only a few hand’s width from her face.

  “You will scamper away?”

  Emma nodded mutely, her mouth too dry to form words. She turned in place, as the monster began to circle her.

  “Why have you wandered this way, small thing,” the creature asked. “if you do not wish to be caught?”

  Emma’s heart pounded in her chest. At the edges of her vision, she could see more of the creatures crawling out of the shadows.

  “There were werewolves,” she said weakly.

  A long, graceful leg came within a hairsbreadth of her. “And you do not wish to be consumed.”

  Faint murmurs and chuckles rose from the darkness all around her.

  Emma could feel her chance of survival slipping away. The creature was toying with her. She jerked violently at the feeling of something brushing her hair back from her neck. They were pressed in close, a solid wall of black fur, glistening fangs, and reflective eyes. Panic choked her, as she tried to think of anything to keep th
em from attacking.

  “We could trade!” she blurted.

  The largest of the creatures chuckled. It was a strangely pleasant sound. “What could you trade, small thing?” There was clear amusement in its voice. “When you have already brought what we most covet?”

  Emma’s eyes widened. All around her, fangs flexed. The others began to shift impatiently. A leg bumped her from behind, hard enough to send her stumbling toward the largest of them. In a lightning fast move, her torch was sent spinning into the dark. She caught only a glimpse of fangs, before the light died completely.

  She screamed. Her breath snagged in her throat at a punch of agony near her shoulder blade. Bristly hair closed all around her, as her legs weakened. The pain of the bite faded into an almost pleasant heat that travelled outwards to all of her extremities. Emma crumpled, caught in an unbreakable grasp.

  “P-please,” she begged, just above a whisper.

  She was vaguely aware of being moved, the sounds of other voices falling away.

  “You smell of desperation, small thing,” the deep voice said. “Fear.”

  Terror welled up inside Emma, escaping her mouth in a weak cry. The creature sounded amused, even gleeful. Her body lay limp in its embrace. There was no way she could fight the monstrous beast.

  “Tell me, small thing, what is it you have to trade?”

  Emma suddenly felt the cold ground under her body. In the pitch black, it was impossible to see the creature, but she could feel it hovering nearby. She hurriedly wracked her brain for an answer. There had to be something the monster would accept.

  “Perhaps, I will keep you as my pet, small thing,” the voice purred. “Would you crawl behind me in the darkness?”

  Emma whimpered at the thought of wandering blindly through the dark with only the creature’s voice to guide her. The monster nudged one of her legs.

  “A treat, then?” the beast mused. “I could feed on you for weeks, small thing. Consume you piece by piece.”

  A tear slid down her cheek at the light tone. The creature was teasing her, tormenting her before it killed her. Emma’s body shook with the force of her sobs.

  “No? Well, there is one other purpose you could serve.”

  Emma caught her breath, staring with wide eyes at the darkness above her. Hope flickered in her chest. A leg nudged her shoulder and when the monster spoke again, it sounded thoughtful.

  “Would you like to be of use to me, small thing?”

  “Anything,” she whimpered. “Please.”

  “Very well.”

  Emma gasped as the creature rolled her limp body face down on the ground.

  “It has been many years since I produced offspring,” the creature said, seemingly off-handedly.

  Emma’s eyes widened at the implication. “I-I can’t—!”

  A bristly leg pushed up the hem of her dress until she was bare from the waist down. The air was cold on her skin, the chill brushing her inner thighs. The leg returned to scoop under her hips, propping her into a position that made her face burn with embarrassed horror. Her skin itched everywhere the creature touched her.

  Its hair rasped over her, as its body settled over her helpless form. Emma struggled to fight, to move in any way. Her limbs would not obey her. She could not even close her legs, forced to bare her most secret area to the cool air. She felt flushed, on fire, from the venom running though her body. The ground felt blessedly cold pressed against the side of her face.

  “You will carry my eggs,” the monster purred, fangs tangling in her long hair. “This will be our trade.”

  Emma opened her mouth to voice her denial, but the breath was stolen from her at the first brush of something slick against her untouched womanhood. It slipped over her entrance, nudging at something pleasurable before returning to her virgin core. Emma gasped in shock.

  Her thighs trembled as the creature pressed harder against her, until the tip of the slick appendage slipped inside her. Her body spread around it, stretched in a way it had never been before. Emma moaned. Confusion filled her mind as the slow slide continued. It felt strangely good.

  When the appendage was deep inside her, pressing on her tender inner walls, the monster paused.

  “Does this please you, small thing?” the creature asked, thrusting shallowly.

  Emma bit back a gasp of pleasure. Her body was warm, tingling from the venom, and her womanhood clenched around the intruder. At another thrust, she closed her eyes and moaned.

  “Your body flutters with pleasure,” the monster purred. “Already your wetness clings to me.”

  The appendage slid in and out of her slowly, thrusting deeply. Combined with the creature’s darkly seductive words, Emma felt her arousal grow. She knew it was wrong to enjoy the depraved monster’s violation, but her womanhood felt swollen and eager. Her mouth fell open in a soft cry as the creature’s pace increased.

  Emma knew the truth in the monster’s words. She could hear how aroused her body was with each movement of the creature inside her. It was embarrassingly loud in the quiet cave. She could feel her wetness dripping down her thighs, her eager walls clinging to the length moving inside her.

  “Do you accept me?” the monster growled.

  Emma cried out as it began to take her harder. She struggled to spread her legs wider, but could manage nothing more than curling her fingers against the cave floor. Shocks of pleasure filled her. The monster plunged in and out of her, the wet sounds of her body loud enough to fill the cavern.

  “Do you accept!” the monster demanded.

  Emma wailed as the pleasure peaked. “Yes, yes!”

  Body pulsing around the appendage inside her, she whined at the warmth that spilled deep inside her. Emma’s thighs were still trembling when the monster gently withdrew.

  Chapter Three

  “Eat, small thing,” the voice rumbled. “You must maintain your strength.”

  Emma reached out blindly, groping in the darkness. Immediately, a bowl of some kind touched her fingertips. She pulled it toward her with a murmur of thanks. It held some sort of nut she was unfamiliar with. Some of her unease must have shown on her face, because the creature spoke.

  “It will not harm you, small thing. I know the workings of bodies such as yours.”

  Emma ate the rest of the nuts in silence, but the monster’s words floated around in her mind. It was not the first comment the creature had spoken that made her wonder if all of the stories were true. How could it have brought her so much pleasure, and kept her fed for days, if her tribe had not had peaceful dealings with the beasts?

  “How do you know these things?” she whispered into the darkness.

  “We have not always been enemies, small thing,” the deep voice said.

  “Then what?” Emma asked. “Allies? Friends?” She could hear the disbelief in her own voice.

  Something grazed her hair in the dark and she clamped her mouth shut. She waited breathlessly to see if there would be a punishment for her tone. Even though she was expecting it, the leg that pressed her down onto her back still drew a shocked gasp from her lips. The cold, smooth curve of a fang stroked over her cheek.

  “Is that so difficult to believe? Did you not find pleasure in our joining?”

  Emma flushed. “I-I—”

  “Does your body not moisten at the thought of me entering you again?” the monster purred.

  Her womanhood clenched. The creature had not taken her after the first time, but her body clearly remembered the ecstasy of being filled. Emma whimpered.

  The creature chuckled. “Yes, small thing. Our people once had an alliance. It was most…pleasurable.”

  She panted at the heat in the monster’s tone.

  “I can smell the heat of you, small thing. You hunger for me.”

  Emma squeezed her eyes closed, wanting to deny it even as her thighs fell open invitingly. The fang smoothed over her heaving breasts to graze her inner thighs.

  “Though I must admit, I share your hu
nger,” the creature rumbled.

  Emma’s hips jerked as the deadly fangs grazed her wet folds. All at once, she felt a strange fluttering deep in her body. Emma’s hands flew down to her belly.

  “It is time.” The monster pressed her thighs wide, baring all of her to its gaze.

  The fluttering increased. It grew into a pleasurable pressure in the depths of her womanhood. Emma tossed her head and cried out as something began to push its way out of her. The creature’s fangs stroked over and over her pleasure spot, until her body snapped tight. She came with a sharp cry, trembling from the force of the pleasure.

  Something scuttled over her thigh and off into the darkness. Before she could give it much thought, the pressure began to build again. Emma reached out blindly, grasping one of the creature’s legs. She whined and writhed, as another lump moved from her depths to slip out of her body.

  “W-what is—?” she broke off in a whine, as another lump immediately took the place of the second and then another behind that.

  The lumps moved out of her, one after another, massaging her inner walls. All the while the monster teased and tormented the little bud that gave her so much pleasure. Emma was unsure if she wanted it to stop or go on forever. She arched her back, sobbing in overwhelming ecstasy. Her desperate cries echoed in the high-ceiling chamber, wanton even to her own ears.

  “Yes, small thing,” the monster purred. “Take your pleasure.”

  Finally, Emma shuddered hard, the last of the lumps slipping out of her. She felt back against the cool stone and gasped for breath. The creature gently stroked her inner thighs with its fangs.

  “Were those—?” she broke off, unable to ask the question.

  “My children?” the creature asked, sounding vaguely amused. “Yes, and you delivered them beautifully.”

  Emma gasped as a fang grazed her swollen pleasure nub.

  “Still,” the monster continued, “I suppose a deal is a deal.” It flicked her nub one last time before moving away.