Mistaken Intentions

Every friendship starts with a hello. Some hellos are better than others.
Karia Walidah, Amber Hawood and Leon Wingrun are all my OCs.
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A window behind the counter basked the place in an orange glow as the sun set over the land. The Moon Gale Inn was a quiet place compared to other inns in Asmana, but still, half of the tables were crowded with friend both new and old. Although the assistant usually kept the place spotless, she was currently sleeping after a hard day, so various foods peppered the floor. A flash suddenly painted the inside of the inn green for a split second, and it was suddenly night.

Amber Hawood came back inside from watching the sunset. It had always been a favourite hobby of hers. She scanned the tables, looking for the familiar blonde hair that marked her lover's location. She quickly found it at the counter, but something was wrong. Leon was talking to someone. Worryingly, a woman. More worryingly, an elf who looked as muscular as he did.

Keeping her rage under control, Amber calmly walked over to them. Moving between Leon and the stranger, Amber knew what to do. In a well-practiced motion, she snaked her arm around Leon's waist and pulled herself close to him. The healer looked at the elf and struggled to keep her voice steady. "This one's taken, hon. Sorry to ruin your fantasy."

Something about the stranger seemed to change upon seeing Amber, though she couldn't quite tell what. The elf crossed her arms and her eyes drifted up and down the healer's figure. Amber felt like she was being surveyed to see if she was worth picking a fight with. She half hoped she would be found so, just to give her an excuse to show this tart why angering a healer was a bad idea.

The elf spoke. "A word to the not-so-wise: control your jealousy. You know how many monarchs have fallen because they got jealous or greedy? It's quite a lot, I can tell you. In any case, I have no interest in your lover here. No offense." she added to Leon.

"None taken, Karia." Leon replied, taking a sip of his drink.

Amber was still a little suspicious as she released her grip on Leon. No woman was able to resist Leon's sheer good looks. She decided to probe a little more. "Very well. But if you really have no interest in him, tell me; how are you immune to his handsomeness?"

"Permitting blunt honesty?" The elf asked after a few seconds of pause. The healer nodded and she continued. "I'm much more interested in what hides underneath your armour."

Amber suddenly noticed the stranger looking her up and down, appreciating her body. She was slightly shocked. Many men had attempted to seduce her before now, but never a woman. She felt like her stomach was tied in a knot.

"Never been with another woman, huh?" the elf smiled "Well, let's start from the top: I'm Karia Walidah, and I explore and study ruins."

Thankful for the chance to return to solid ground, Amber stammered a little and answered "Amber Hawood. I'm a healer, but mostly that means I keep Leon here from dying."

"Nice to meet you." Karia gave a small bow.

"The pleasure is mine." Amber replied.

Karia smirked "Accept my offer and it will be."

Amber laughed a little "You don't beat around the bush, do you?"

"Not unless you ask me to. Some women are into that." Karia shrugged, still smiling.

Amber smiled as she told the elf "I prefer giving pain to receiving."

"A healer who's also a sadist?" Karia raised her eyebrows "And I keep thinking I've seen it all."

Karia had clearly seen a lot, despite her not looking that old. In truth, Amber was starting to glance up and down the elf's body. She looked a little bit like Leon with her muscles, bright hair and confident posture. The shield on her arm was also a little worn and tarnished, so the elf also knew how to fight.

"Okay." Amber told the elf, who raised an eyebrow.

"Okay to what?" she asked.

"Your offer. I accept it." Amber declared.

Leon now glanced over. "Amber? Are you feeling alright?" he half-joked "Maybe you're a little drunk from the fumes in here."

It was true that Amber would normally never consider sleeping with someone else, but her instincts told her Karia was worth her time. "I'm fine. I just want to try it." Amber told him. "Like you and that cute cat guy. You know, the redhead with the dress."

"Oh, yeah." Leon remembered. "Can't remember his name-it began with a B, right?"

"I can't recall." Amber frowned a little before giving it up "Anyway Karia, lead the way."

"Can I come?" Leon asked, his face betraying his reasoning.

Karia chuckled a little, but Amber told her lover "Of course. You always let me watch you with other guys."

"So you like watching him sleeping with guys but women talking is a problem?" Karia looked confused.

"I've noticed that women have a bad habit of playing with men's heads and hearts. The number of heartbroken men I saw while training as a healer... It hurt to see." Amber answered solemnly. "At least men-most men anyway-only want to play with what's on the outside of women."

Karia's eyes went slightly wider at this revelation. There was a short pause. "That... explains a lot, actually. Thanks for clarifying. But we're getting off track. In here, you two."

Karia was right. Amber was about to spend a night with a woman for the first time in her life. This was no time to get dour. Amber banished the dredged-up memories from her mind.

After leading the two into a nearby room, Karia stripped off her boots and armour. She was even more well-built than Amber thought. Bulges marking her powerful muscles filled her arms and legs, and her lower torso had a clearly visible set of lines. Despite their relatively small size, her breasts still jutted outwards slightly.

Amber stripped off her own armour, except for her woolen socks (she had an aversion to going barefoot), revealing a plump and enticing body. At least, that's how Leon-who was currently sat in a chair and watching this proceed with badly disguised impatience-had always described it. Karia looked her body up and down with clear appreciation for her curves. Amber noticed the elf's eyes lingered on her hips and thighs in particular.

Karia descended slightly and sucked on Amber's round breast. Her tongue circled the nipple , and the jolt of pleasure made Amber jump slightly. She felt her nipple begin to harden, and Karia pulled back to start on the other one, her hands running down the healer's luscious sides. Amber wasn't sure what was happening, but she enjoyed the fact that Karia liked her curves.

"So... how exactly does this work?" Amber asked, displaying what she knew was ignorance.

Karia laughed a little and answered, pulling back. "Just lay down on your back and raise your legs. Let me do the rest."

Amber obliged. She was aware this put her in a submissive position, but she figured that was for the best. She had very little idea of what was going on. Karia was facing her, and the healer could swear she saw the elf lick her lips. The sight of Karia walking over to her made her both excited and nervous.

The elf sat on her opening and bent low over the healer, placing a hand on the bed either side of her head in a mating press. Amber's legs were pinned under the elf's-she couldn't move them if she wanted to. She could feel Karia's hardened nipples poking into her own breasts, smell a hint of mead on her breath, see herself reflected in the golden eyes the elf had. The elf's lips met hers and Amber felt Karia's tongue slip into her mouth... She could feel herself getting wet.

Noticing Amber's growing eagerness, Karia began shifting her hips from side to side. The elf's pussy lips rubbed against Amber's and the healer let a soft moan escape into Karia's mouth. The elf moved slowly and measuredly, keeping a restraint on herself. Amber was thankful: this felt good enough that she wanted it to last.

The elf increased the pace ever so slightly, her hands moving outwards slightly. Before Amber could do anything, the elf had gripped her wrists and was holding them down. Her tongue had started running around the healer's in circles. Amber, deciding to play along, started struggling against Karia's hold. It was nothing but a token resistance, but Karia's soft moan against her lips told the healer she appreciated it.

Amber struggled a little harder to tell Karia to increase the tempo, their tongues beginning to twist and swirl around each other. The elf quickly got the message and began grinding their pussies together faster. Though the healer preferred being the dominant one, she was finding herself settling very nicely into the submissive role. The sensation of Karia's pussy grinding against hers was a whole new type of pleasure.

The elf broke the kiss with a final teasing lick along Amber's tongue and whispered "Let's take this staircase to the next floor." Karia raised herself upright and, after making sure she was level, began to push her hips forwards instead of sideways. Amber felt the elf's bead rubbing against hers and let out a short but sharp cry of pleasure with each thrust the elf made. The elf lost balance for a second and gripped the healer's ankles to make sure she stayed upright, using them as handles for her movements.

Amber felt the waves of pleasure washing over her as Karia grinded against her wetness. She could feel the juices of them both streaming down her asscheeks. She reached upwards and began to pull and pinch the elf's nipples, enjoying the sensation of Karia's opening rubbing against hers. The elf started speeding up, and Amber noticed she was breathing slightly heavier. Realizing what was happening, Amber pulled her nipples with all her strength.

"Ah! AAAA-" The elf shouted her orgasm to the inn, but bit her lip midway through it. Her grip on Amber's ankles tightened as the rapture washed over her. She began shaking, rubbing their entrances together in the process and almost making herself fall off the healer. Amber sat up and Karia slid off of her, panting.

After a few seconds, or maybe a full minute, Karia's breathed eased up. Amber smiled and she chuckled a little. "I think that's the first time I've come before the other girl since I started travelling." she admitted, a little ashamed.

"I am still new to this whole woman-on-woman thing." Amber reminded her.

Leon interjected. "It's not easy to bring her to orgasm. I know from experience."

"I'm not sure if that makes me feel better; I think I need to slow down for a week or two. In any case, I got to orgasm and you didn't. I'd hardly call that fair." Karia told her. "Besides, I'm now pretty curious as to how you taste." Nobody but Leon had offered to eat her out before, even before she'd met the demon hunter. That said, as a woman, Karia would know just how enjoyable it could be.

The healer lay on her back with her legs spread apart again, her head resting on a pillow. A few seconds after Karia moved downwards to between her legs, the elf's tongue explored every measure of Amber's opening. The healer knew Karia was surveying to see what she enjoyed the most. She half-hoped Leon was paying close attention.

The elf's tongue brushed her bead and she flinched in pleasure. A short pause; she knew the elf was smiling upon finding this weakness of hers. Her right fingers began exploring the rest of Amber's nethers as Karia's lips curved around the healer's bead. She sucked on it for a second or two, then pulled back, sending a surge of pleasure through the healer. She repeated the action, very slightly gripping the bead with her teeth to pull it a little more.

Through the immense pleasure rushing through her nethers, Amber felt the elf's left pointer finger prod at the her other hole. She relaxed herself, figuring Karia was testing her tightness. Karia's finger bent slightly as it forcefully pushed against her opening, but it was unyielding.

"You're pretty closed up. Never had anal before?" The elf asked, pulling back from Amber's bead with a jolt of rapture.

"Yeah, once... Just once, though." Amber and Leon blushed as they looked at each other, both of them remembering the incident.

The elf stifled a chuckle as she got the message. "Well, let's hope this endeavor turns out better."

After Karia sucked it for a few seconds to wet it, her finger was able to slip into Amber's ass. She pushed it deeply in, but slowly enough that it wasn't overly painful. The pussy juices that leaked onto her ass were helping a lot. It was highly odd, feeling the finger begin to bend and twist inside, but Amber wouldn't call it uncomfortable.

Amber felt the elf's thumb push into her slit and stifled a squeal. Karia's finger pushed upwards as her thumb pressed downwards. The stretching of both holes sent a shock of both rapture and agony through the healer, then it was gone. The elf began to pivot her hand, gently masturbating both of Amber's entrances in rhythm, her mouth gently sucking her bead without pulling it.

As Karia slowly sped up the flow of her movements, Amber found herself moaning. Vocalizing her pleasure felt quite cathartic; she didn't usually moan during sex, but Karia was just so good at this. The grounded part of her, as dulled as it was, hoped Leon wasn't offended by her reaction to Karia's skilled workings....

Amber's caravan of thought was stopped as she felt her inner walls tightening. The feeling of building pressure was growing inside. Karia could clearly tell too, for her pivoting became much faster and her sucking of the healer's bead became much deeper. After merely a few seconds, the healer wasn't able to hold back her climax; she bit her lip as the elf's skilled mouth and fingers pushed her over the edge. She dug her nails into Karia's head and her breath caught in her throat as her body surged with pleasure. The orgasm crashed over her like a huge wave from the Ocean of Sy, and she flopped onto the bed once it was over.

Karia moved upwards to her side and Amber rolled onto the elf's body. She felt so much warmer now, despite the coldness of the evening. "Wow... I've been missing out." Amber drowsily said. "Nothing compares to Leon but... that comes very close."

"I'm flattered to be so high on that list of yours." Leon told her. "That felt beyond words just watching."

"Now you know... how I feel... watching you. Uh, that orgasm... I'm exhausted..." Amber sighed.

The elf let out a short laugh. "I'm good, aren't I?"

"Almost as good as Leon. Almost." Amber smiled warmly. To think she could enjoy sex with a woman this much was almost ridiculous. She now knew why her mother had always encouraged adventurers to try new drinks.

Leon got up. Amber noticed his cock was sticking directly outwards. He'd kept himself from masturbating watching that? His level of self restraint still surprised her. "Well, you two seem comfy together so I'll retreat to my own room-"

"Wait, Leon. Join us. I think there's space for all three of us." Amber told him, barely finding the strength to beckon him over. Seeing his face, she added "I'll make up for you missing out tomorrow night. You can wait that long, right?"

"I suppose so, yes." he replied, his tone a little teasing. Amber felt a little bad leaving him out of what just happened, but Karia had already made clear her preference for women. He stripped off his armour and boots but left his pants on before clambering into the bed with them both.

Leon got on Karia's other side, Amber dragged the covers over the three of them, and the sudden cold quickly turned into warmth as both the demon hunter and the healer both embraced the muscular archivist. Amber and Leon grasped hands as they slowly drifted away. Karia's arms rested on both of their shoulders, and her chest made for an amazing pillow.

Amber was the comfiest she'd been in a long time.

On Tap

A young cow hybrid makes a nice tip at her waitress job.

Desura Bovine, Patrick Copugar and Fay Hearth are all my OCs.
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Desura Bovine needed a break. The Bear and Bison Inn was packed with customers, the too-small outfit she wore was chafing and she felt like she was wilting with the day's unnatural heat. But the worst part by far was that she'd skipped her weekly milking that morning because she was in a rush. Her breasts felt so swollen and full, and the added weight was killing her back.

A hybrid cougar entered the building. He stood a little taller than her, and was clearly older. Light brown fur with a darker patch on top that ran right down to his tail. But what caught Desura's eye were his muscles. He was toned all over, with a clear series of lines crossing over his stomach. A sharp pain in her lip told her she'd been biting it. Hoping no-one noticed, she took the dirty glasses and mugs into the washroom.

Desura placed the glasses into the washbucket but didn't clean them. Rather, she took a deep breath and headed back out. She headed to the cougar instinctively. What was wrong with her? She normally never acted this irrational.

"Hello, sir. May I take your order?" she asked, hands behind her back to make her look more dignified.

"Hello. I wasn't aware Fay's employees came to take orders now." he pointed out, seeming a little suspicious of her.

Desura panicked to think of a reason. "Fay said you're a special case. Didn't say why, but..." she shrugged and hoped she sounded convincing.

Her lie seemed to work. "Well then, I'd like a mug of milk please. Fresh, pure milk." He glanced at her large breasts and cleared his throat. "N-not meaning any offense, of course."

A lewd idea entered the cow hybrid's head. Her breasts ached so much: she needed them milked now. And this cougar was so desirable. Desura found herself biting her lip again, but the cougar was too fixated on her breasts to notice her gaze. Thank the gods for that, she thought.

"Well Sir... if you ask nicely enough..." The words caught in her throat but she pressed on after a moment "I'll let you drink some directly from the tap." Desura finished. She was slightly red-faced but otherwise fine.

The cougar's eyes went slightly wider in surprise. His eyes drifted to her breasts again. He smiled and said "Then may I please drink some milk directly from the tap?"

"Yes, you may, sir." Desura answered. As the two headed to a room on the right of the inn, Desura called to the owner. "Fay, I'm getting a tip from this customer. Sorry to abandon you like this."

Fay seemed to recognize the cougar and smiled slightly. "Fair warning, Desura: it's a big tip. Treat her right, will you?"

"You need to make the request?" the cougar joked.

Once they'd entered the room, Desura untied the bow at the back of her dress. From there it was as simple as hoisting it over her head, torso and skirt together. The maid's enlarged udders dropped downwards and jiggled slightly as soon as she pulled the tie at the back of her bra. Her nipples, normally light brown, had turned a sore red.

"Ah. So I won't be the only one getting something I want from this." The cougar had clearly noticed how swollen and painful her breasts were. He now regarded them with some concern in lieu of lust. "Then let's not tarry long, Desura."

The cow hybrid sat down on the bed, and her newfound lover joined her, his hands already taking her breasts in hand. The cougar's hands were firm, but his lips were soft. He suckled gently on each nipple, coaxing the milk out. He circled them with his tongue too, lessening the soreness greatly.

He squeezed both breasts tightly and milk slowly leaked out. He cupped his around one breast and placed his lips to the nipple before squeezing both sides of the udder. Milk squirted out, but something was wrong: normally it would be coming out in a steady stream, but only a few drops came out, if that. The cougar repeated the action on the other breast with the same result.

"Delicious." He commented, licking his lips. "Better?"

"A little, but there's still so much..." Desura whimpered, internally cursing herself for letting this happen. "Most of it must have gotten stuck."

"Hmm..." he seemed deep in thought, but his right hand had already begun running down her stomach. Before Desura could speak, his hand had slipped into her shorts. She gulped. Was he really going to-

His next action answered the question as his fingers began teasing her opening. His hand was soft now, gently pulling her lips apart. His finger poked at the entance a couple of times, but didn't enter. Rather, they moved to her bead and she let out a soft moan of pleasure as he began rubbing it in circles. Another lessening of the soreness in her nipple told her he was doing the same her breast with his tongue.

All of a sudden, he began furiously rubbing her bead. His tongue circled her nipple at the same rhythm and his left hand had her udder in a vice-like grip. Desura would clamp her legs shut in pleasure if he hadn't placed himself between them. This felt amazing. Beyond amazing, even. Desura already felt the inner pressure building rapidly. The waves of pleasure were crashing over her like boulders. She... she was going to...

"AAAAAAAH!" The maid announced her orgasm with a loud cry of rapture that she imagined startled the whole inn. Her breasts erupted with milk-she felt the white liquid gush out of them, though the immense pleasure had forced her eyes shut. As a huge feeling of relief swpet over her chest, she felt her strength give, and fell back onto the bed. She barely felt the cougar's mouth lapping up the milk that had squirted onto her body.

His mouth... His fingers... She wanted more. Needed more. It had been months since she'd felt a warm cock in her mouth. Between her tits. Inside her... oh fuck. As large as the bulge pressing against her leg was, he was still too small for her. Her pussy was for taking bulls and horses; if he entered her there, she wouldn't feel a thing.

But she had an idea.

First things first though. After giving a small sigh to let him know she was awake, she grabbed hold of the cougar's shoulders tightly and pulled him into a kiss. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his snaked around her waist. They both pulled each other closer, no words needing to be said. She broke the kiss and gestured for him to strip off.

There was only a pair of dark green shorts that matched his eyes. Everywhere else was as bare as a desert, something Desura found herself thankful for. His cock was larger than she thought; completely pink and pointed at the tip. She also noticed a small ring of barbs midway down it, which intrigued her.

Desura gently pulled him onto the bed and got onto her knees.  She lifted her somewhat smaller breasts onto his lap and placed them either side of his meat, a little milk still leaking from them. Her breasts completely smothered his shaft, as big as it was. She pressed them together and he gave a soft sigh. She began grinding his cock with her udders, massaging them around it. Desura lifted her breasts up and let them fall onto his lap again with a satisfying slap sound. She began doing so in a slow and steady rhythm, as each fall sent a shock of pain through her udders. She quite liked that though.

She paused for a moment to bend down and give his cock a lick. It tasted so strong. So warm. Desura yearned to taste more of it. Her mouth descended onto his tip and he let out a short whimper. Her tongue circled the head as her breasts bounced up and down his shaft. She pulled back upon tasting the sweet clear liquid steadily leaking from it.

"Onto the main course?" The cougar asked, smiling.

The cow sighed. "I'm sorry to say it, but I'll barely feel you inside me. I may be a hybrid, but my pussy is still built for bull cocks." Desura explained. The cougar looked a little crestfallen. "Luckily for you, I've got two holes for a reason."

She'd wanted to try anal since her first time 5 years ago, but all of her lovers had simply been too big. Bull and horsecocks fitted her pussy like a glove, but her rear was an entirely different story. It was too small for large cocks, but too big for any humanoids besides orcs, and decent orc men were in very short supply in Asmana.

"Are you sure?" the cougar asked, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah. It can't be as bad as everyone says." Desura shrugged, trying to sound casual.

"I'll tell you right now, this is going to hurt. A lot." The cougar warned her.

"Trading one kind of pain for another? Welcome to a cow hybrid's life." Desura joked.

She lay on her side and put her right leg into the air. Getting the idea, the cougar swung his leg over her other one and placed his cock at her rear entrance. Her right leg rested on his shoulder. He gave a couple of testing thrusts, and Desura's ass seemed to open up at each one.

He gave one final piece of advice: "Bite your lip."

The maid felt his cock penetrate her rear and she gave a sharp cry of pain. The barbs midway down it pushed inside and she gripped the covers harder. She felt a single tear running down her cheek and grunted as she felt yet more of his cock enter her. It felt enormous, and she began doubting whether she was really up to this.

"Desura? You okay?" He asked, sounding ready to pull out if she wasn't.

"Yeah... it's really weird though." Desura answered honestly. She really couldn't think of the words to describe how this felt. She decided to push onwards; if it was too much, she doubted he'd begrudge her it. "Just... go slowly. You're still really big."

He obliged her, pulling back leisurely. He paused a moment and Desura felt something cold and wet drip onto her  deflowered hole. A couple of seconds later, the cougar pushed deeply into her again. It still felt strange, but Desura thankfully found it less painful than before. The barbs midway pushed in again and she giggled into the bed-they tickled slightly.

The cougar slowly shaped a pattern. He pushed into her a little faster with each thrust; just enough to be noticeable. Desura found herself feeling relief when he pulled out of her tight rear, but she also felt a jolt of pain-and pleasure-when he pushed back into her. The maid found herself starting to enjoy this.

The cougar began to thrust faster, her ass having been stretched enough to accomodate his meat. Desura didn't fault him: he'd been patient enough. She reached down and began rubbing her bead in time with his thrusts. Though she didn't feel any building pressure (she'd already had one orgasm after all) she still bit her lip to prevent her from crying out in pleasure.

Desura's lover began to start panting, and the maid could feel his shaft getting even harder. Between the weirdness of the sensation and the sheer pleasure from it, she could only breathe out two words. "Inside. Please."

"Ngh-" He grunted, gripping her leg tightly as he thrusted one last time, the whole shaft entering the cow hybrid. The thick meat pulsed 1, 2, 3 times. She felt the cum shooting deep up her sphincter; it's warmness reached what felt like halfway to her stomach. Her lover pulled the shaft out and lay next to her, making sure to stop straddling her leg.

She felt the cougar's cum gently running down her ass as she lay on the bed. Her skin felt a little cold, but inside she couldn't be any warmer. She felt blessed to have gotten such a considerate lover. Not to mention he was clearly experienced-he'd brought her to the first orgasm so quickly. Her bead tingled slightly as she remembered the sensation of his fingers rubbing it with such speed. She'd heard cougars were fast but-

"Oh!" The sudden exclamation from her lover snapped her out of her thoughts. "I just realized I never introduced myself." The cougar's hand met his face as he spoke before he held it towards her. "Patrick Cougar, best courier in Asmana."

"Well, that's a hell of a package you're carrying." The hybrid joked, shaking his hand. She felt exhausted, but a lot better now she'd been so thoroughly milked. "Desura Bovine."

For a minute or three, the two lovers just lay next to each other. Their mutual smiles of contentment said more than words could. Desura felt comfy laying next to him, though she wasn't fully sure why.

"Well, I'd better get back to work." the cow hybrid stood up, though she didn't like leaving his side. "Those customers won't serve themselves."

"Yeah, I need to get to Bluegrass for a job." The cougar replied, already pulling his shorts back up.

"Would you like to come back here for another drink when you're done?" The cow asked, almost without thinking. Her bead felt slightly tingly again.

Patrick smiled and answered "I would love to."

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.