I am the being known by the people of this land as the Spider King. Frankly, I am not entirely sure how I came to have this moniker. I have more limbs than most of them, it is true, somewhat like a spider. But where spiders have eight, I have six- four arms and two legs. My silk is somewhat like that of a spider, I suppose, were the spider as large as I am. But this silk is but a small aspect of me, a tiny facet of my powers.
There are likely very few who remember my true potential, however. I have been quiescent for over a hundred years, waiting for the sole human god, Rashel, to make his next move in the great game of evangelism and conquest that deities play. Will he try to conquer the lands of the elves? Unlikely. To attack any of the three nations would unite them against the humans, and, united, they are strong. Too strong for an easy victory, and Rashel likes easy victories.
I muse on the centaurs next. They are a more likely target, as they are less likely to unite with any speed, and the vast plain they roam would make good farm land. However, the individual centaur is more than a match for a normal human. Still not an easy victory.
The ogres have the humans less outmatched on an individual basis, and they are more likely to splinter than unite when pressed, but the forests where they live are of little use to the humans when they have so many other sources of lumber. Also, their gods are too weak and crude to make much headway in evangelism among humans, so they are no threat to Rashel's power base.
The final two candidates seem even more unlikely. Rashel and his people want the dwarves' expertise in extracting gems and metals more than they want their mountains, and the desert of the lizardfolk is both useless and dangerous.
No, it is in Rashel's best interest not to start any wars, not when evangelism will be so much more effective. His cult, insidious as it is, has already made serious headway among the elves, and I know more than a few centaurs and dwarves pay him homage. I smirk, imagining how Rashel must feel about this. He's the type of god who prefers bloodshed over pretty words. Perhaps he will find some excuse to go to war, and then I will have my revenge...
I settle onto my sleeping pallet with that happy thought in my mind, and I dream of the time before. Before I was immortal. Before I was known as the Spider King. Before my people died.
*
"Are you paying any attention, Leon?" snaps my teacher.
I abruptly become aware of the room around me. I must have dozed off. I look at the diagram on the board, feeling slightly panicked. "Yes, teacher."
Sister Ancicel glares at me. She is tall, very tall for a female of my kind. Like most women of the temple, she wears only a breast wrap, a loincloth, and a symbol of Asmodeus, the god we are both sworn to serve. "You may be a prodigy in magic, but you are far from proficient in the subject of sex. Now, to prove you were paying attention, come over here and demonstrate the cunniligus technique we were discussing." Standing, she removes her loincloth.
I try not to panic. I know many ways of pleasing a woman orally, but I'm frankly not sure which one we were discussing. Sighing, I rise from my desk, walk over to the teacher, and kneel at her feet.
Her pussy smells amazing. Tentatively, I press my mouth to it. My tongue flicks out, and I lick her twice from taint to clit, and then draw her clit into my mouth.
Sister Ancicel smiles down at me. "So you were paying attention." Her breathing is slightly ragged. "Now, prove that the Most Beloved was right in planning your initiation ceremony for this evening, and bring me to orgasm."
Right. My initiation ceremony. That was why I'd fallen asleep in class. I was so worried about something going wrong that I'd gotten absolutely no sleep last night. What if no one bid for my services? What if I couldn't please my client? What if-
"I said, bring me to orgasm!" orders the teacher.
Hurriedly, I concentrate on my task. I focus my attention on her clit, stopping every so often to lap at her inner thighs or press my tongue deep into her flower. Her breathing grows ragged again, but it is not enough. Tentatively, I slide a finger into her moist depths. She never said I only had to use my mouth. Just that I need to bring her to orgasm.
Actually, I realize as her breathing grows more ragged still, she never gave me any guidelines at all. Perhaps...
I remove my mouth from her pussy, though not my finger, and slowly slide around behind her. She doesn't say anything about this. Nor does she object when I slide a finger into her asshole. I begin to move them in and out. Arousing her. Preparing her. As she relaxes, one finger in each hole becomes two, and then three. I decide she's ready.
I stand and lift her into the air. She lets out a short yelp of surprise, and then relaxes as I lower her onto my twin cocks. My tickler finds her clit immediately. Since I'm just barely aroused enough to become erect, it's not vibrating that hard yet, but she still moans. I cast a quick spell to increase her sensitivity, making sure she can see what I'm doing in case she wants to object.
My classmates are watching avidly and taking notes. I notice, with amusement, that one woman has a hand discreetly in her lap. She'd better not let the teacher catch her. Masturbating in class is against the rules.
Slowly, I begin to move my teacher up and down. She's heavy, so I cast a quick spell for strength and endurance. She seems to be enjoying herself. Her eyes close, and she sighs. The woman masturbating takes this opportunity to stroke herself a bit faster. I'm not sure what her name is. She's new, and just barely old enough for this class.
Out of curiosity, I close my eyes and cast a quick spell. When I open them, I can see her magic. It's almost as strong as mine. The masurbating woman meets my gaze and winks. To my shame, I blush. She is very attractive, with waist length, wavy blond hair, skin like porcelain, and sky blue eyes. Like most females of my kind, she has a dexterous tail. It's longer than most women's, and, while most of it is unusually slender, the thick bit at the tip is even thicker than normal.
Sister Ancicel's tail is a bit more typical. Right now it is heavily lubricated in her juices. As I watch, a bit more spurts from the tip. I grip in gently and guide it into my mouth. While not as sensitive as her clit or my cocks, it is still very much as sex organ. She moans, and then sighs as I use my upper set of hands to play with her nipples. My lower pair is busy holding her up.
The sweet juices from her tail taste amazing. I moan softly as her pussy and asshole clench around my twin cocks. My tickler vibrates harder. Sister Ancicel gasps, and her eyes fly open. The woman masturbating discreetly slows her movements. She grins at me, and I blush again. Her small, perfectly formed breasts are heaving as she silently pants with lust. As Sister Ancicel closes her eyes again, my classmate gestures, casting a brief spell. With my magical sight active, I can see her spell coalesce around her own nipples, tweaking them gently. A risky move. If the teacher notices...
But Sister Ancicel is beyond noticing anything. She makes incoherent noises as I speed up. The wet sounds of our movement almost stop me from hearing my classmate's own wet noises as she starts to masturbate in earnest.
As I watch her, unable to look away, I am the first one to cum. I groan, and unleash my load into my teacher as my tickler vibrates frantically. She cums next, crying out, almost drowning out the low moan my classmate makes as her eyelids flutter. She's cumming too, I realize. I blush a third time at her sheer audacity.
When I stop cumming, my tickler stops vibrating, and the teacher slowly comes down from her high. As she opens her eyes, my classmate dismisses her spell and takes her hand out of her lap. She starts taking notes as If that was what she was doing this whole time. Sister Ancicel doesn't notice a thing.
The bell rings, and the classroom empties. I lower Sister Ancicel onto the floor, and offer her a towel. Silently, she cleans herself. I wipe myself off, and then clean up the puddle of cum on the floor.
Sister Ancicel smiles at me. "The Most Beloved was right. You're more than ready to be initiated into the temple."
I look away shyly. "Really?"
