Web of Trade

"The brave slay enemies. The smart find alternatives. The wise already know the alternatives." - attributed to Royal Scholar Thoham Justine

Ciaran Xanderson is my OC.
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White light reflected brightly around the cave passage. Measured footsteps bounced almost silently off the walls. A wand pointed onwards, ready to strike at any enemies. Bright blue eyes darted around as the wizard turned around, checking behind him. Ciaran Xanderson wasn't usually this cautious, but this was a special occasion.

He lifted his left hand up; the conjured light in his palm shone all around. He saw something the corner of his eye and span around to see a spider at least half the size of him. It just stood there, surveying the intruder with it's many eyes. Ciaran kept his eyes locked on it, though he wanted to turn away and continue on.

The spider suddenly made a rush at him. He'd barely managed to raise his wand when the spider leapt at him-"Repulsa!" the wizard cried. A wave of white light shot from his wand and the spider was thrown backwards. It hit the wall but scurried away into the shadows with no injury. Ciaran listened carefully for a sign of any other spiders nearby. Silence. He put a foot behind him and began walking again. He stepped more cautiously now-he didn't want to get pinned under one of the arachnids.

In truth, he'd prefer not to be here at all-he wasn't a fan of giant insects. Especially wasps. But he had been asked by the Mari Dock council to clear out this cave. The spiders here usually kept to themselves but lately they'd been attacking adventurers and merchants at night. The council wanted them all exterminated, but Ciaran had a theory; if they'd spent so long being docile up to now, something must have changed them. If he could stop the attacks without killing any of the spiders, he'd consider it a personal victory.

He spent so long in his reverie, he barely realized he'd entered a vast chamber. Webbing spanned the entire ceiling, and made it impossible to see the top of the chamber. He did, however, see something up there... It was large, and it looked like a spider, but he couldn't be sure. It was too dark. He could be sure that it was observing him, though.

"I can see you up there. Let's not delay this meeting longer than we have to." Ciaran called up to the ceiling. The shadowed figure paused a moment, before tying a web above it and descending down to him.

She was clearly the queen or mother of the brood. Her waist and everything above it was human, except for the pale grey skin, the slender arms and the long fingers. Her bare breasts were quite small, though Ciaran supposed spiders didn't need them. Her face was quite slender and toned-it even looked elfish. Below the waist was a jet-black body which six legs jutted from, and Ciaran could see a lighter grey that marked her vagina's location. Behind that was a larger ovoid that Ciaran knew was for eggs.

Ciaran was slightly stunned. He paused and asked "...You're not a hybrid, are you?"

"No. I was given this body over 20 of your years ago." The spider responded. Her voice was slightly raspy, but still soft and light. "But let us skip the pleasantries: I presume your masters have ordered you to kill me because my babies think that humans are a fitting meal?"

"Yes, but said masters are limited in their mindset. Rather than resort to barbarity, I'm sure we can come to an agreement." Ciaran offered. The spider queen's eyebrows raised and she casually crossed her human arms; he'd caught her interest. "In return for your kids staying here, you get something from me you want. The town doesn't get attacked, I get paid and you get whatever it is you want. Everyone wins."

"Hmm..." she pondered, frowning in contemplation. "It has been a while since..." Her voice trailed off. The two stood in silence for a minute or five. After some time, the queen looked up at him. "Very well wizard, we have reached an accord. On my honour, my children will not venture outside of this cave again, until the time comes that we move to a new nest. As for my reward, tell me; have you ever mated with a spider before?"

Now Ciaran's eyebrows raised. "You want to mate with me?" He put an emphasis on the last word.
The queen's eyebrows raised again. "Why wouldn't I? You're tall, you're powerful and I can smell that you're of noble blood. Three things I very much want my babies to be. Oh, my name is Saranede. Sara for short."

"Ciaran Xanderson." The wizard answered, with a short bow. "But... I'm not sure I can find you attractive enough for mating."

She seemed a little pleased at his honesty. "Good thing I have a solution for that. Before I got this body I was an alchemist, and being a spider allows me to mix all kinds of potions in my venom sack. The only drawbacks is having to digest the ingredients; you know how hard it is to eat nettles?"

"I can guess." Ciaran answered. He'd been thrown into a patch of the plants before now. The memory made his back itch. "So do you need me to go out and get the ingredients?" he asked, though his mind was praying "Please don't let this turn into a coalescence of 'Go get this' quests..."

"Actually, I only need one thing: your spit." Seeing the look on his face, the spider queen laughed heartily. "Male spit contains an ingredient that gets women excited; that's why kissing gets women in the mood so quickly. I can reverse the effects of that ingredient and turn it into a potion that'll get men excited instead."

"Um...okay. H-How much of it?" Ciaran nervously asked as the queen descended from her webbing. He didn't like the idea of-

Sara's face got right next to his, making him start. "Just kiss me, you gorgeous thing." she told him, puckering her lips. Instinctively closing his eyes, the wizard met his lips to hers and she let out a soft "Mmm..." Ciaran felt her hands curl around his face, deepening the kiss.

The wizard felt the spider's tongue slip into his mouth as her hands began exploring his body. She tasted a sickly kind of sweet, but her long tongue skillfully wrapped around his and squeezed tightly. He let out a sound that conveyed both pleasure and pain and the spider pulled back a bit.

"Sorry. I can get a bit too into it." she apologized, but her tongue circled Ciaran's lips. "You're a tasty one. If this wasn't a deal, I'd be tempted to web you up and kiss you forever."

"The pervert in me would actually enjoy that." He answered in a sultry whisper. He smiled as her hands reached his forming bulge. "You didn't really need my spit, did you? You already have your own little love potion."

She smiled micheviously. "You're also a sharp one. Of all my mates, you figured it out the quickest by far. I hate that they're called love potions though. You can't create or even imitate love-only lust." She said, annoyed. It seemed she was as easily distracted as Ciaran. "Anyway, open your mouth. I want to web it up pro-"

The wizard held up a hand. "Oh, no. You're not gagging or blinding me. I'm not into that." Ciaran told her sternly.

"Hm. Fair enough." Sara conceded. "Just strip then."

Ciaran obliged her, stripping off his shoes, tunic and trousers. She looked him up and down, but her face wasn't readable. Then it curved into a mischievous smile.

"Now turn around..." she requested.

A bit nervously, Ciaran humoured her and turned his back to her. He felt the spider tie webbing around his wrists, securing them together. His arms were tied behind his back. Sara began weaving a structure in front of him, which he quickly saw was a cot hanging from the ceiling.

As she turned around to face him, Ciaran told her. "This webbing isn't needed, you know. I'm not going to run away on you or anything."

"Oh, I know that. I just like tying my lovers up. Have done since my first time." She casually replied as she worked, tying his legs together at the ankles. Her next webbing was placed on the underside of the cot, and she took hold of it in her right hand.

"You mean you tied your first lover up too?" Ciaran asked as she lightly pushed him into the cot and reinforced the webbing it hung from. Just how perverse was this spider?

Sara shrugged. "He asked me to. By the way, I can sense your excitement about the tying up; you don't have to act like you're a stranger to this." With a pull of webbing with her left hand, Ciaran felt his feet leave the ground. Another pull and he was about 5 feet in the air.

"Excitement or nervousness?" Ciaran asked pointedly. "This is going to be the most bizarre sex I've ever had. And I've screwed a witch doctor who accidentally turned into a dog midway through."

"Pfff-PAHAHAHA." Sara laughed heartily. She had to pause to wipe a tear away. "Oh, that's some rotten luck there."

"You're telling me." Ciaran answered.

Saranede pulled the cot close and perched his shaft at her entrance. She teased herself with the tip and stroked him off a little. She seemed to find playing with his shaft amusing. She rubbed the tip against her bead and Ciaran saw some of her juices drip onto the floor below. She replaced the cockhead at her entrance a pulled a little so it wouldn't fall out.

The two looked at each other and Ciaran nodded. The spider pulled on the web and Ciaran's cock pushed into her. He grunted at the spike of pleasure-he hadn't expected her to be so tight. She pulled harder and his cock fully entered her pussy. She gently caressed his cheek, her inner walls seeming to mold around his shaft.

"Don't hold back your moans. Let all of Asmana hear your song." She asked, her voice as slick and soothing as her pussy. Ciaran paused a second, then nodded. Sara lessened her grip on the web-rope and the wizard swung backwards slightly, but she pulled again and he fully entered her with a soft moan.

Ciaran had never had sex like this. To be placed in a seat and swung to and fro on a rope (well, maybe "to and fro" was the wrong term). But he found it to his liking; he wasn't getting tired and he'd always liked it when the woman was in control anyway. He supposed some things never changed.

"Oh! Ah! Oh! Yes! Uh!" Sara punctuated every pull with a short moan of her own. Her pussy felt amazing, seeming to almost contract every time he was pulled in, only to loosen once he was inside. His own moans bounced off the walls back at him, and the spider seemed to draw some kind of secondary pleasure from hearing them.is cock, pulled him closer to her and grabbed the webbing a little shorter. Another playful smile. Before the wizard could do anything, the spider began pulling at a rapid pace, the sound of slapping audibly echoing around the cave. The slapping was drowned out slightly by the wizard's long moans, though because of the force with which Sara was pulling him, they sounded almost comical.

"Come on... Let me have it!" she told him. Through the immense pleasure, she was still able to form words. Ciaran envied her a little. "I can tell you're close!"

She was right: Ciaran was approaching orgasm quickly. Every thrust could be the last, but something was stopping him from hitting his peak. Sara pulled him into another tongue kiss, and he was pushed over his edge. Sensing the spike of pleasure, his lover pulled the webbing hard and broke the kiss; Ciaran announced his orgasm with a loud moan of rapture.

"Ah... yes..." She sighed in bliss as Ciaran's cum shot upwards into her pussy. She pulled harder on the webbing and met her lips to his. She tasted much less sweeter now, as if she'd adapted to his taste. Or he'd adapted to her.

Though she was clearly intoxicated by the feeling of Ciaran's cum, Saranede retained enough state of mind to gently let him back down and cut the webbing around his wrists. He rubbed them gently-the webbing had cut in just slightly.

"Is that enough, or do you want more?" Ciaran joked. In truth, the dog incident with Wakeeda had been much stranger.

"You kidding me? I think you gave me enough for another 3 batches. You must have really needed that." Sara smiled warmly, gently patting the spot between her stomach and her pussy. "Now get out of here. You don't want to see how a spider mother lays her eggs."

Ciaran had already read about it in a tome, and she was right. He really didn't want to see it in practice. He turned around, grabbed his tunic, pants and shoes and walked away with a short wave. He could feel Sara's eyes on his backside and smiled to himself. The town would no longer get attacked, he'd get paid and Saranede got what she wanted.

Everyone wins.