Chapter 197: ❤️ Said the Wolf to the Spider

“What? You are still capable? How? That should have ruined you!” Aranaea gaped down at the three women before her.

“Those two?” Ann gestured to Rosalyn and Kat. “That was foreplay. You just ground them against each other and made them suck your tits. Now that they’ve gotten off, they can get started for real. Me? Well, whatever is telling you how to handle me clearly hasn’t been keeping up.”

“Girl ruined a bathroom in ‘er first week in the capital, an’ then kept goin’ fer hours,” Kat laughed, a blush crossing her face as she remembered the event.

“I was bleeding so much, it was awesome!” Rosalyn giggled. “It was so hot, getting all overpowered and chewed on.”

“Not to mention when Kat started throwing me around,” Ann sighed. “Good times. Point is, the stretch you gave me, inside and out, was really nice. Loved it, in fact. I could go for more.”

“Yeah, me too! I want to know what that felt like!” Rosalyn said, bouncing on her feet. “Was it all smooth and slippery, or were there tiny hairs that gave it texture? Can you feel the tiny toe things some spiders have at the tips?”

“I just wanna see ‘er eyes roll back,” Kat grinned.

“I… I will do my best, guests.”

“You’d better. You offered yourself as our prize,” Ann reminded her. “Kat, you still ok? Dragon not fucking with you?”

“Nae. Snake’s being quiet, well, until I called it a snake, now it’s grumbling, but not talking.”

“Dragon?”

“Not your problem, prize,” Ann growled. “How do you want to start, ladies?”

“I get the legs!” Rosalyn cried, running forward and hugging a spider leg.

“I’m kinda interested what those fangs can do,” Kat pondered, walking up.

“Then I’m fucking her good and hard,” Ann shrugged.

Aranaea took a step back as they approached, her eyes darting back and forth. They’d shaken her. A moment later, her face calmed, and her expression changed to one of resolve. Ann didn’t even need to use her skill to tell that the woman had accepted what was about to happen. “Very well. Please, take of me as you will.”

“Oh, don’t go thinking you won’t enjoy this either,” Ann said, reaching up and grabbing the woman’s pale cheeks between clawed fingers. She insistently tugged until Aranaea’s face was level with her own, staring into the main pair of her eight eyes. “’Cause we’re gonna leave you unable to walk.” Ann pulled the woman into a kiss. It was awkward, since she was still gripping the spider’s cheeks, but Aranaea melted into it immediately. So much so that when Ann broke the kiss, she tried to follow, a glittering string of drool connecting their lips.

“I’m interested to. What do those fangs do?”

“Venom. Designed to numb and provide pleasure,” Aranaea said breathlessly. “Can I kiss you again?”

“Nope, your face is Kat’s now,” Ann said, standing aside for her girlfriend.

Kat moved in like a hungry predator. Titanic arms wrapped around Aranaea’s neck, pulling her into a devouring kiss. “Don’t worry, we bite too,” was all she said between kisses, then returned to mashing her face into Aranaea’s.

“Well, I don’t. Not my thing. Come on, Ara, use these legs on me!” Rosalyn cried.

Aranaea, somehow coordinating herself despite Kat’s efforts, lifted her iridescent abdomen and scooped up Rosalyn with four of her spindly legs. The Druid giggled happily as she was rolled onto her back, and two of the rear legs worked with the spinnerets to weave a wide sheet of silk that tapered on each end.

Aranaea tried to pull away from Kat, but the woman stubbornly clung to her. “Nae, if ye’re goin’ anywhere, ye’re takin’ me with ye,” Kat laughed.

Aranaea seemed to accept this and wrapped her four human and semi-human arms around Kat and lifted her as they continued to kiss.

Ann stood there, feeling a little left out, but enjoying the view as her lovers were accommodated. Watching the weaver work, threading what she now recognised as a hammock into the webbed architecture above them, was fascinating. She’d always loved spiders, admiring them for their artistry found in their webs, especially when they were coated with morning dew. Oh, that gave her an idea.

Once Aranaea had finished weaving Rosalyn’s apparatus, she gently put the Druid in place and lowered her body on top of her. It didn’t look heavy, just snug, and Ann heard a happy moan as one of the black legs shifted to reach beneath the woman.

“Kat, quit hogging our host,” Ann said, nudging Kat’s hips to the side. “She’s not even being properly stimulated.”

It looked like Aranaea wanted to say something, but it was stolen away by Kat’s greedy mouth.

Ann settled herself on her knees, below the kiss above her. Aranaea’s slit presented itself eagerly, the dryder shifting her human hips a little so it spread, releasing a wonderful scent of lust mixed with heady flowers. Ann brought her fingers – so dark brown against the woman’s pale flesh – and spread them further. Despite her pale skin, Aranaea’s inner walls were black. The transition wasn’t gradual, either. As soon as her normal skin met her labia, it felt like a seam joining the two. Gently, Ann drew a finger through it, grinning as Aranaea’s body flexed, her hip flexor muscles trying to lift her hips further into Ann’s touch.

“Oi, she’s a greedy one,” Kat laughed, breaking her kiss. Aranaea tried to resume it, but Kat easily held her face back with a hand. “Tongue’s tryin’ tae go down me throat. How’re ye doin’ down there, little lamb?”

“Oh my Gods, it feels so good! You have to try this! It’s so different from Ann fucking you. Not better, but very, very different! Smooth and slippery, but there are tiny hairs! I knew it! They tickle so good!”

“Later,” Kat decided. “I’ve still got somethin’ I wanna do here.” She pulled Aranaea’s eight eyes to hers and stared the woman down. Slowly, she tilted the spider’s head sideways, bit by bit, then clamped her teeth down on the woman’s exposed neck.

Aranaea’s response must have been instinctual. Her lips drew back, her head wrenched free of Kat’s grasp, and long fangs sank into Kat’s shoulder. Kat tensed and let out a moan just as Ann took her first lick of Aranaea’s juices.

The taste of poison, thick, cloying, and manipulative, coated Ann’s tongue as she watched Kat squirm, returning Aranaea’s attack bite for bite. It was an intoxicating taste, not unlike how you feel after getting really drunk. Despite this, it didn’t taste bad at all. Once the initial hit wore off, the aftertaste was sweet, with a hint of salt. Leaning in, Ann licked hard, digging her tongue into Aranaea in a merciless assault. They didn’t have forever. She wanted to take everything this woman had to offer.

Above her, Kat grabbed Aranaea’s green hair and wrenched her free. The spider moaned loudly as her head was twisted back, and Kat let out a few husky breaths. “Gods, ye weren’t kiddin’. Shite’s potent. Feel like I wanna lay down, but I also wanna fuck yer face, an’ that’s winnin’. Get yer tongue back here,” Kat growled and kissed her hard again.

Ann felt two spidery hands land on her head and tried to pull back in surprise, but Aranaea just pulled her further in. Ann grinned as she started to drive the woman mad. Reaching up, she wrapped her long arms around the pale waist, giving her even more leverage to sink further into the woman’s core. Humming turned her tongue into a natural vibrator, worming its way through sleek, soft walls of pleasure.

Rosalyn let out a cry as she came. Aranaea didn’t even seem to register it. “So good! Keep going! I can take more. I want to feel it all!”

“Hey there, mutt,” Kat’s voice suddenly appeared next to Ann’s ear. “Move over, let me get a taste.”

As a dutiful lover should, Ann made space for her upside-down princess. Aranaea did her best to give them both room, but it was crowded. Ann couldn’t get nearly as deep as she wanted. This alone made her wish the next thing she got was a tongue. Instead of focusing just on that, she alternated between half-kissing Kat as they ate out Aranaea and nipping at the woman’s sensitive thighs. Aranaea yelped at the first one, but moaned at the second, and fell apart at the third.

“Keep doin’ tha’,” Kat panted. “She pushes ‘er tongue in further when ye do.”

Ann changed things up. Instead of just nipping Aranaea’s delectably plush thighs, she started to travel. Slowly, she moved upwards, pushing Kat out of the way to give the woman’s clit a kiss, then started nibbling up the pale stomach before her. Oh, the twitches, the flexing she got were beautiful, like details in a marble sculpture. Up she went, up under one large breast, pushing it up with her head and face to get at the sensitive skin beneath. Even licking down here drew a long noise from between Kat’s legs. That was nothing compared to when she clamped down on a dusky nipple, though. Aranaea’s head rocked back, letting her husky voice echo throughout the room.

“Don’t stop. Please!”

“Oh?” Ann said, nipple still in her teeth. “Does the spidery Matron like this?’

“Yes. Yes, I do!”

“They all call her matron. Does she seem like a matron to you, Kat?”

“Feck no,” Kat said, returning to licking.

“Lambchop?”

“Nu… oooh, nu-uh.”

“Didn’t think so. Seems more like a wanton slut to me.”

Ann watched with predatory lust as Aranaea’s eyes flashed wide above her; only the top pair were visible over Kat’s ass, but it was enough.

“We come in here, and the first thing she does to her ‘guests’ is fuck them into a puddle. Getting them to fuck each other, tying us up. Doesn’t seem very proper, does it?”

Kat and Rosalyn echoed their agreement.

“I think she’s just built for this,” Ann purred. Looking up, she met Aranaea’s eyes with as innocent a look as she could. “Are you?”

“I…” Aranaea stuttered before Kat’s legs pulled her back in.

“Can’t even answer my question, she’s so busy eating Kat out,” Ann chuckled. She twisted the nipple between her front teeth. “Sounds like a slut to me.”

“I am nooooooot!” Aranaea failed to protest as Ann clamped down on her nipple again.

“Holy shite, she came,” Kat laughed.

“Wow, just from some licks and a bite on the nipple?” Ann cooed. “So easy. Can’t wait to properly fuck you.”

Aranaea’s eyes flew wide open. Ann could read the question loud and clear.

“Oh yeah. I haven’t even gotten started, have I?”

Ann used Predatory Sensuality, watching as Aranaea’s eyes unfocused, then bit the nub between her teeth again and pulled roughly.

Aranaea’s grip on Kat slipped, and the warrior tumbled to the floor, where she lay there laughing. Ann had barely twisted out of the way to maintain her position.

“What an easy little thing. Wants tae take from her guests, me arse. Ye like gettin’ taken advantage of!”

“I… oh… I do not!” Aranaea protested.

“So you don’t want me to fuck you?” Ann asked.

Aranaea’s eyes went wide, a panicked noise escaping her lips as she reached to grasp Ann and not let her go. Ann let go of the nipple and danced away. As Aranaea made to chase her, she was stopped as Rosalyn let out another moan.

“Come back!” Aranaea pleaded.

“Nah. Think I’m gonna have some fun with Kat,” Ann said, turning to grab Kat’s chin and lift her face into a delicate kiss. From the twinkle in her lover’s remaining eye, she knew the game they were playing. Rowena was teased by proxy; this was fully intentional.

“I need it!” Aranaea clutched her hands, her lips quivering.

“Still not what I’m looking for.” Ann deepened the kiss with Kat, their tongues playing with each other lazily. She could tell Kat wasn’t even trying, just playing along. If she weren’t, Ann’s tongue would be flattened and shoved out of the way while Kat did her best to throat fuck her.

“I… I will give…”

“Hm?” Ann hummed into Kat’s lips.

“I will give you myself! Take of me what you will! Please! I desire it above all else! My purpose here, to serve!” Aranaea’s words tumbled from her lips, her sentences breaking down as she trembled.

“Oh Gods, she shakes so good like this!” Rosalyn cried, clearly still having a ton of fun.

Ann released Kat, their tongues sliding apart as they separated. Both women turned, still embracing, to look at their host with hunger.

“Rosalyn, you done down there?” Ann called. “We’re gonna need you for this one.”

“Coming!” the Druid cried, then crawled out from under Aranaea’s abdomen. “Oh wow, she’s really not doing great, is she? Did you do anything to her, cause that was wild how much her legs were shivering!”

“Not yet. Not unless you count my tongue.”

“Well, you’re still pretty good with that, so I guess that counts,” Rosalyn shrugged. “So what’re we doing?”

“Aranaea here is offering herself to us. Isn’t that right, oh gracious host?”

“I am at your disposal,” Aranaea said, taking a trembling bow, all four arms clasped in front of her.

“Might’ve wanted tae phrase that better,” Kat sighed.

“What? What are you talking about? Is this some city thing?”

“I’ll tell ye about it later. All that matters is we’re gonna be usin’ her.”

“Using? Oh, that sounds a little mean, right?”

“Not unless she wants that,” Ann purred, walking slowly up to Aranaea, making sure her claws clicked with each step. Her tail gave away her excitement, though, wagging furiously behind her. “Do you? O beautiful creature?”

“Yes!” Aranaea squeaked. “Please, make use of this body. I want it.”

Ann’s eyes pulsed purple, using Stoke the flames to pull on Aranaea’s desire. She watched as the spidery legs went weak, barely holding up the woman’s bulk. The spider was already falling apart; a gentle tug was all it took to bring her over the edge.

“Anything! Anything! Please! I need you in me! Let me give you everything I have to offer, just fuck me!”

“Whoa,” Rosalyn whispered. “She’s never done that with us.”

“Aye. Didn’t know she could do that,” Kat whispered back.

“Hot,” they said together.

Ann reached up with both hands. Her fingers gently traced over the perfect skin of Aranaea’s cheeks. The spider stood there, frozen, waiting. Ann felt it; the predator had become the prey. Hands flashed forward, grabbing the back of Aranaea’s head roughly, fingers tangling in green hair as she yanked the woman’s head forward into a kiss.

Aranaea tried to kiss her back, but that wasn’t her place. Not anymore. Ann forced her tongue into Aranaea’s mouth, battering the other woman’s tongue into submission. Four arms wrapped around her, drawing their bodies close as Aranaea melted. Then, they went away. Kat appeared at Ann’s right, holding two, while Rosalyn was doing her best to drag the others away on her left.

“And it won’t just be me,” Ann grinned, breaking the forceful kiss. “We’re all taking our pleasure.”

“Of course! I wouldn’t think of neglecting anyone!”

“Good girl,” Ann purred. “Now, lie back. I’m going to enjoy this.”

Aranaea did as she was told, her human body lying back as best it could against her abdomen. The position arched her back, presenting her milky breasts enticingly, but Ann wasn’t here for them. Well, not yet.

Kat and Rosalyn moved up next to her, keeping the arms they held bent. Kat guided one between her legs. “Get tae work, slut. Ye got a lot tae prove.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Aranaea breathed.

“Don’t forget me!” Rosalyn chirped. She brought one hand to her dripping slit, while she guided Aranaea’s more human hand to her cheek.

“Never!”

Ann reached out and splayed her fingers on Aranaea’s stomach. Sharp claws extended, pricking the skin, then dragging downward. Red lines raised as she gently scratched down the woman’s stomach. Such tight musculature, a lot like her own. Nothing huge like Kat’s. Sleek, powerful, streamlined. Ann’s hand dipped down, slipping into the gap between Aranaea’s legs and into those soaking depths.

“So wet! All for me?”

“Yes! I wouldn’t think of being anything else for you!”

“Aw, always ready for me to fuck?” Ann grinned, moving her fingers slowly.

“Yes! Whenever you want!”

Ann bared her teeth in a wide smile. She may have accidentally lengthened her canines because Aranaea flinched. That didn’t last long, though, as Ann gripped her pussy and lifted. The spider moaned, her husky voice filling the air as she was moved by her most sensitive spot.

Taking one more deliberate step towards her captive spider, Ann looked Aranaea in the eyes as she lined up her cock with the burning heat of the pussy so ready to take her, just her tip pressed into the inky opening. Aranaea closed her eyes, her breath hitching as her breasts heaved.

“Good slut.” Ann dropped the woman’s hips, sinking completely into her.