She pressed on the dryad's stomach, and in addition to moaning a little more loudly, Holly's hips begin to thrust as best they could within the confines of the tight webbing.
"This isn't her first time here. In fact, I wish I'd kept track, because I think Holly may be volunteering a little more often than the others."
The spider's human hand moves from the dryad's belly, slipping over her hip and behind her, a single long finger reappearing as it slides between the wood sprite's cocooned thighs from behind. The finger curls up to lay snugly atop the tree spirit's concealed snatch. I caught myself breathing fast as I watches the drider's sharp fingernail begin to cut open a slit, drawing down and back, unzipping the web to expose the mossy thatch of the dryad's pussy.
Holly, for her part, had turned her face up to her captor, and was currently on the receiving end of a very invasive kiss. The drider's human arms moved away from her prey, stretching out to either side to grasp the very tips of the stalagmites she'd strung the cocoon in between. She hauled herself up, never breaking the kiss, until all of her spider legs were braced on the stone to either side of her captive. From my viewpoint she framed the framing the small sprite like a giant arachnid shadow.
Her enormous abdomen drew up, and from the end, where you might expect a wasp to keep its stinger, a glistening, translucent phallus began to extrude, dripping lewdly as more of its length pulsed into view. The tip curled up and disappeared behind the dryad, still trapped in an endless kiss with her predator, only to reappear as it insinuated itself between her thighs. It paused a moment just below the furry mound of her pussy, barely brushing her lower lips. Holly's hips began to jerk with renewed fervor, and with no further ceremony the invader began to slip inside, seeking the womb of the helpless 'victim'.
I could hear Holly's vocalizations, despite the fact that her lips were still trapped beneath the hungry mouth of the drider. Somewhere deep in her sex, the tip of the spider's ovipositor found the opening of the sprite's womb, and insinuated itself inside, creating a clean, tight seal between the two creatures.
The spider woman finally broke off the kiss, leaving the dryad's head to hang limply, moaning at the violation. The drider turned her face to the ceiling, closed her eyes, and concentrated on her own sensations as I watched the first bundle pulse its way up the semi-transparent sheath of her egg-laying organ. The width of the package bumped up against the narrower confines of the dryad's pussy, and spider and sprite both gasped as it began to force its way inside, followed closely by many, many more.
For the next few minutes, the only steady movement were the bulges of egg sacs being pumped into the helpless wood sprite. Occasionally she or her captor would moan or grunt as the impregnation proceeded. Eventually the burgeoning swell caused by the dense crowding in her womb forced the slit in the cocoon wider, until her slowly growing belly pushed its way free, hanging gravid before her.
I'd long given up on any pretense of dignity, and I was far too turned on by the obscene violation for a little thing like the inherent repulsiveness of the process to bother me anymore. I lay in my little hammock, skirt drawn up over my fat hips, flicking the bean for all I was worth. The dryad's formerly taut stomach approached goblin-cum levels of distortion as she was filled to bursting with tens of thousands of the drider's offspring.
Finally, finally, the spider released a gusting sigh, and her slick phallus slipped out of her prey, falling to the cavern floor with a wet slap, looking as spent as the overfilled, groaning wood-sprite. She climbed down from her perch behind the pillars and moved around them to come sit on the rough stone beside me. Looking down at me, she watched me play with myself until I began to shudder with my own release. Then she grinned and said, "So, was it good for you?"
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True to her word, she carried the princess out to where Puppy was chilling under his web, which he was oddly reluctant to move out from underneath. Eventually Gertrude (look, not everything magical has to have a name with thirty vowels and an apostrophe) pulled down the web and spit on it, running her human hands and the tips of her spider forelegs along its delicate lines while Puppy looked on with mulish consternation. After a few moments of this, she took the glistening result of her work and gently draped it around his neck. So now Puppy had a fancy, sparkly bib with 'SOME PIG' spelled out on it, and he wore a beatific expression as we draped the cocooned form of the princess across his back.
"It's not fireproof or anything, but he can't hurt it by getting it wet, now. I can always make him another one." said Gertrude.
"I'm pretty sure all three of us will be eaten by something long before it becomes an issue. How long is the princess gonna be knocked out like that?"
"You should have time to get her out of the web first. Another day at least. She'll be suuuper horny when she wakes up, but that wears off in another few hours."
I sigh. "If you knew anything at all about her you would understand just how terrifying that is."
"Nobody says you have to let her out of the web. I usually don't until they're so full of eggs they can barely walk."
This statement was underscored by a small gaggle of newly arrived dryads helping their recently impregnated sister out of the cave, and into the sunlight. This process was not sped by the fact that Holly wasn't all that interested in walking anywhere, but was
extremely
interested in making out with anything she could reach.
Gertrude waved to them and shouted, "Hey, Juniper! Is it your turn next season? I know where you like it!"
Most of the tree sprites laughed uproariously at this, and one of them let go of the pregnant dryad long enough to make a rude gesture to the spider queen. She paid for it when Holly used her free arm to make a grab for Juniper's crotch.
Gertrude laughed and turned back to me. "She didn't want to do her bit for the grove a few seasons ago, so her sisters tied her up and brought her to me themselves. Let's just say I don't actually have to use a pussy for what I do, I just need a warm hole. Gave them a pretty big clutch that year, too. Rumor is that ever since then Juniper's developed a bit of a kink for, uh, non-traditional sex."
"Gertrude, no offense, but I don't think it gets much more non-traditional than you."
"Whatever, tubby. You got your rocks off too."
I grinned up at the purple bitch. "You know, for a gross, disgusting spider, you're a pretty cool slut."
"Likewise, lardass. If you survive your princess, swing back by sometime."
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Puppy the mule made his plodding way down the trail I picked, the princess gently bobbing where Gertrude laid her over his back. Unfortunately the trail devolved into something more closely resembling a game path after a few hundred yards, which slowed puppy down to a pace that took our forward motion into nearly theoretical territory. With darkness approaching, I needed to start thinking about where I was going to park us for the night.
Soon it was dark enough that I couldn't see more than ten or fifteen feet past the mule's nose. With a couple of gentle nudges and a stream of profane screams into one of his ears, I guided him off the trail toward something that vaguely hinted at being a clearing.
It was, in a sense. It became obvious, though, when I heard a crunch beneath one of Puppy's hooves followed by a high, pitched, grating voice yelling "AH-HAH!" that said clearing was already occupied. Dozens of mushrooms on the trees around began to glow with bio-luminescent light, making it easy to see what we'd stumbled into.
Sighing, and already knowing what I was going to see, I turned toward the source of the voice. Standing in a doorway inset into the wide base of one of the trees was a goddamned forest gnome. Wearing a nightgown and sleeping cap, clutching a lit candle in a little dish, and pointing an accusing finger at Puppy, he shrieked, "My garden! My garden! You crushed my beautiful garden!"
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One thing every gnome I've ever met shares is a massive persecution complex, which makes them an almost completely universal pain in the ass to deal with. That's not to say they that they
aren't
persecuted. Gnomes have a pretty shitty time of it. Like humans, they aren't bound to a particular school of magic, but unlike humans, they don't have much capacity for it. Between that, their diminutive size, homeliness, and the fact that they only seem to come with one personality type (irritating), they're probably the most bullied magical creatures on this plane. It took me half an hour to convince this one that Puppy hadn't intentionally destroyed his front yard, that it was an honest mistake, and that we were lost.
