Vanna and the Spider’s Lair [Fantasy][Insect][Oviposition][Noncon]

Vanna struck an impressive figure silhouetted against the evening sun. She looked every bit the warrior woman she was, riding atop a majestic black horse. She was a woman of the north, fierce and wild, and her attire matched. She wore nothing but a short skirt and enough leather to cover her chest and sword arm. The rest of her -midriff, legs, and arms- were exposed, giving glimpses of the muscle that corded her lithe frame and the healed lash-scars that ran down her back. Her blonde curls framed a deep scowl, from which azure eyes burned. She adjusted her corded girdle; reassuring herself that the long sword fastened to her slender hips hadn’t also been stolen.

She’d been tracking a woman for days now. A street-rat. Vanna had met her by chance one night at a tavern in a nearby town. She’d planned only to spend a day there and resume her travels but was taken by the girl’s amber eyes and the alcohol in her system. Vanna had brought the girl to her bed, spending several nights entangled with her. They filled the tavern with their lustful cries – heads buried between legs. A few days later, Vanna had burst forth from that tavern; both her lover and her gold missing. Fuelled by wrath only known by those who’ve fought for their survival, she began her hunt. She’d followed the trail through the wilderness, which was new to her, but her prey was sloppy, and Vanna’s instincts were keen. Two days now she’d followed snapped twigs and shallow footprints through the woodlands, which had only gotten denser the further she ventured. She could tell her hunt was nearing its end. The trail was getting clearer; the girl more desperate. Meanwhile, the northerner’s primal rage had only intensified as time passed – building steam with no outlet. Not until she found the girl.

She pulled her horse to a stop and dismounted. The forest had grown thick here with underbrush, so she tied the reins fast to a tree and continued on foot. The sun had just dipped out of sight, but she knew that even at midday it wouldn’t penetrate the dense canopy further ahead. She continued on, her gait confident even as she passed the threshold into the sunless thicket. Vanna had often travelled to places where the light failed to reach, and this was no different. The smell of rotting vegetation filled the damp air, and the chirping of insects was omnipresent. It was oppressively warm despite the shade; sweat already dripped from the warrior’s brow as she continued after her quarry.

Vanna dropped into a low crouch as she came upon an area where the underbrush thinned out. Hidden there between the close-knit trees was the entrance to a cave, set into a squat mound of moss-covered rock. The opening looked barely wide enough for a single person, and she could only see a few feet into the yawning void before it was lost to black. She checked and double-checked until she couldn’t be anything but sure: the girl’s tracks lead directly inside. She considered turning back, for she knew what kind of beasts tended to dwell in dark caves in sunless valleys. But the memory of those amber eyes looking up from between her legs reignited the coals of rage deep in her stomach, and she loosed her sword. The razor-edge freed a nearby branch from its home, and she went to work. From a small pouch on her girdle, she produced a short length of cloth. She wrapped it around the branch and carefully rubbed a chunk of tallow over it until it was saturated. Finally, she lit the new torch with flint and held it up to the portal.

The flickering light didn’t penetrate much further, but it eased Vanna’s nerves. It would give her position away inside the cave, but she was nearly a head taller than her prey, and she doubted the need for stealth. She squeezed inside the tight opening, the stone rubbing roughly against her stomach and breasts. The air inside sent shivers across her mostly bare skin, a shocking contrast to the hot wetness of the forest.

The cave went deeper than she had first expected; winding passages just wide enough for her strong shoulders. Eventually, it opened up into a series of larger caverns. This was no simple hole in the ground, and Vanna wondered if the girl had known about this hiding spot previously, or had just been lucky. She continued on, her torch sending shadows dancing in every recess and reflecting hellfire along the blade in her hand. Her stance was low, and the blazing blue eyes of the hunter pierced the darkness just as effectively as the torch. She knew the thief wouldn’t be much of a match for her in combat and would have to attack from the darkness to have a chance. Vanna wasn’t one to be ambushed easily.

The huntress edged into a particularly narrow tunnel, only to find her way blocked. She grimaced at the thick bundle of cobwebs that covered the passageway from floor to ceiling. Holding the flame close she watched as dozens of tiny spiders fled from the light deeper into the webbing. She was about to turn back when something caught her eye, and she knelt for a closer look. Near the bottom the tangle was disturbed, loose strands hanging from about her knee to the floor. Vanna smiled, both at the discovery and the cleverness of the street-rat. The girl was crawling, on her hands and knees, hoping that her pursuer wouldn’t notice the disturbance. She’d never stolen from a northerner before.

Vanna held the torch up to the webbing, letting it lick over the sticky strands. They fell away easily under the assault. The spiders scrambled to escape the destruction, skittering into any tiny niche they could find in the stones. The tunnel behind was short, and without the obstruction she could see that it opened into a wide cavern — the widest she’d seen so far. She was about to step through when a noise reached her ear. Bristling, she sprang back into the previous chamber. Sword raised, she waited in complete silence, until the noise came again.

“Help!” Came the cry from the next room. It carried a local accent on a familiar voice, and Vanna grit her teeth. This was her thief, she was sure, but even in her rage she knew better than to fall for such obvious trickery. The call came, two more times, before Vanna’s anger finally stirred her into action. She held the torch out into the tunnel, extending it far from her body. She let out a yell, savage and powerful, echoing from every corner of the dark cave. She stomped her feet, first softly, then louder, and tossed the torch lightly into the next room. She let a second pass as it clattered to the floor, illuminating the next room and leaving her in darkness. Then, with a silent leap, she followed, sword drawn.

She whirled with artful speed, scanning the dark crevasses on either side of the entrance for ambush. When the expected attack never came, she looked to the rest of the cavern. It was wide, with ceilings so high that the torchlight barely reached the peak. Rocky protrusions plunged low from that ceiling, their points slowly dripping water into the shimmering glass surface of pools that dotted the room. There were even more cobwebs here, covering most of the walls and hanging in thick sheets seemingly from every surface that wasn’t slick with water. Vanna skulked just around the edge of the torch’s light, keeping to the darkness as she stalked nimbly around the webbing on cat’s feet. The call for help rang out again, and Vanna leered from her hiding place towards the source.

She saw a thin figure just at the edge of the ring of light cast across the room. She wasn’t hiding, like Vanna had expected, waiting in ambush. Instead, she was standing in plain sight. The huntress moved forward, her feet making less sound than the droplets of water that occasionally punctuated the ancient silence. Closer now, she could see that the young woman, who was indeed the thief, was struggling with something. Her arms and legs were outstretched, and Vanna watched as she tugged at them. Realizing what had happened, Vanna emerged from her hiding place with a laugh, all pretense of stealth gone. She strode up to the other woman, triumphant anger smouldering behind her smile.

“How poetic!” Vanna laughed as she approached the helpless girl. “A thief caught up in a net!” At the sight of Vanna, the girl redoubled her struggles. Her wrists and ankles were adhered to the wall of the cave, caught up in the sticky fibers of the webbing. The girl’s clothes were torn, no doubt in the same mad rush that had gotten her stuck, and the tattered remains barely clung to her. Vanna levelled her sword between them, watching the girl’s eyes go wide with fear. She traced the tip across the soft curves of her captive’s cheek, lightly enough not to cut the pale flesh. She smiled at the reactionary shiver she got as she moved the lethal point down over the girl’s collarbone and down to her exposed breasts. Even in the dim light, Vanna drank in the sight of them glistening with sweat. With her free hand she took a rough handful, ignoring the yelp of protest.

“So thief, are you going to beg for your life yet?” Vanna asked, kneading the breast in her hand roughly, savouring the power she held over her adversary. The girl’s nipple was already hard from the cold, and Vanna cruelly pinched it, watching the pained reaction with satisfaction.

“Please… Help me…” The girl’s response came in between ragged breaths that made her chest heave against Vanna’s grasp. “They’re… inside me.”

Vanna’s smile of victory wavered with confusion, and she followed the girl’s gaze with her own. There was a certain fear in her eyes, more deep and hollow even than when Vanna had a sword at her throat. She was watching her own stomach. Vanna crouched down, squinting against the dim light to look at the toned belly before her. The girl was glistening with sweat, and Vanna swallowed the urge to run her tongue across the defined abs. Then she saw something. It was fast, and in the flickering torchlight she didn’t trust her eyes. Then she saw it again. And again. There was movement there, just beneath the surface of the girl’s stomach, and it wasn’t human.

“Damn!” Vanna swore, jumping to her feet. She raised her sword and whirled to face the rest of the cavern. Her sharp eyes caught movement from a dark corner, and she leapt aside nimbly. The instant reaction saves her, and she watched as a glob of sticky webbing impacted the floor where she had stood just a moment before. She scanned the darkness as she darted between what cover she could find, each time barely dodging the viscous projectiles that threatened to ensnare her. Closer she circled to the source, moving towards her adversary in a wide circle. She could see the beast now crouched low on the cavern floor. The firelight played tricks on her eyes, the many dark legs of the creature intermingling with the shadows, but even then she could tell it was large enough to come up to her knees. She would have only one chance, she knew. If she was caught in that mass of leg and muscle she wouldn’t stand a chance. It would have to be a single clean blow.

She closed in further, only a few paces from the massive spider now, but still she was cautious. She could see the glint of long curved fangs every so often in the scramble of legs and midnight-black fur. Vanna sidestepped another long strand and made her move. With a cry, she swung. It was a hunter’s strike, intended to kill instantly; to pierce the head and skewer the brain. Her prey was quick though, its body tightening instantly. It was launched upward, propelled by a single near-invisible strand. Vanna’s sword glanced off the floor not a moment later, and the room boomed with the sound of steel impacting rock. She winced, the painful vibrations travelling through her arm as she fought just to keep hold of her sword. She scrambled forward, knowing the counterattack would be just as quick, but she was off balance.

She stumbled, the brief lapse of speed just enough for her foe to strike. She felt something wet impact her ankle, and instantly she was yanked off of her feet by the webbing. She impacted the wall of the cave upside-down, forcing the wind from her lungs. She expected to fall to the ground, but she was suspended there, held fast by the gossamer, her short skirt flipping up to expose her naked pussy. Her sword rattled across the stone beneath her, just out of reach.

Vanna tugged at her leg, trying to free herself, but the spider was already upon her. Its weight forced her harder against the cold stone wall, and soon she was in a whirlwind of black fur and legs as the beast engulfed her. She fought against it, punching at the hard chitin covering its body, but it was working quickly. From its abdomen it produced more of the sticky webbing, using its thin pointed legs to bring it to her. Her hands were first, engulfed in the substance and forced against the wall of the cave as if her strength meant nothing next to its own. Then it was at her other foot, pulling her legs wide apart before it restrained them the same manner. She pulled at her bonds, but she already knew her struggles were useless. She was stuck in the same position as the thief now, only upside-down, and just as helpless.

The spider’s movements slowed now, apparently satisfied with the state of its prey. Vanna grimaced as the beast crawled over her, covering nearly half of her slim body with its mass. Its slender legs made her flinch as they pricked seemingly everywhere on her body at once. Its short greasy fur rubbed roughly on her exposed stomach and legs. She pulled herself as back as far as the wall would let her as it descended down her body, its monstrous head brought within inches of hers. Torchlight flickered against the many tiny, beady eyes set deep into its head, and Vanna saw herself reflected in them. It seemed to watch her, scanning her body intently, and she could almost sense some sort of wicked intelligence behind that stare. It raised its massive head, and she grit her teeth as two curved fangs were brought into view. She struggled to make as much space between her and the spider’s jaw as possible, but between its body weight, the wall behind her, and the sticky bonds holding her arms and legs, she was helpless. The wicked prongs were brought to her neck, and Vanna snarled in pain as they were driven deep.

After a moment the spider pulled its fangs from her and began to retreat back up the wall. Having it away from her face was a relief, but her mind was on the venom. She could already feel it, a wave of unnatural heat spreading quickly through her veins. She expected pain, but even as it reached her core she felt none. It spread from there quickly, snaking out into her arms and legs, but also settling deep in her abdomen. Still, there was none of the anticipated agony, and a quick test of her limbs told her that though she was still held in her bonds, there was no paralysis. Instead, the warmth seemed to be growing deeper, coalescing in between her legs. The cool air of the cave against her exposed sex told her she was wet, her juices flowing freely despite her peril. She craned her neck down to look up the wall, watching the beast that was still clinging around her waist.

“Don’t worry, little one.” A voice rattled inside Vanna’s head. It sounded inhuman, as if the words were entirely foreign to it. It was the beast, she was sure, but its cruel jaws made no movement as it spoke to her, instead seeming to project the words directly into her head. This was no ordinary spider that had simply survived to grow this large, she knew now. It was a darker evil, allowed to fester in this black cave since a time before man. How many people had come upon it before her? How many had met some grisly fate that she was sure to learn if she didn’t think quickly enough?

“You’ll learn to love being a nursery, little one.” It clicked its way through the syllables, and Vanna could swear it was laughing.

She came to complete understanding the instant she felt it, hard against her thigh. She battled with the webbing again, harder now with desperation, but it was no use. The spider raised itself, using the cave wall to stand taller on its long legs, away from her body. She imagined it was showing her that even without its considerable weight, she had no chance of escape. Her thoughts were too consumed now to wonder at the beast’s intent though. Her eyes were latched onto the empty space between them, her tanned skin a sharp contrast to the black beast. Hanging in that space, barely illuminated, was a long appendage, attached to the spider near the base of its massive abdomen. It was as thick as her arm, and the dark chitin was ridged along its length. The sight sent her into more panicked struggles, which did a good job of helping her ignore that it had also made her burning pussy flutter. A fresh wave of her juices had already started to run over her pelvis.

It brought its crude member to her soaked sex, and she watched its movements in horror. She shivered as they touched, the thought of their inevitable coupling sickening, but the physical sensation of the contact strangely pleasing to her now-aching pussy. It pushed forward, letting the shaft glide along her lips, and her body quivered. The venom had made her entire body into a furnace of need, and she watched with lust-glazed eyes as the spider’s cock came away from her pussy glistening with her juices. Again and again it ground against her. It seemed to be refusing to penetrate her, and she did her best to push the desire to the back of her mind. The hard ridges rubbed roughly against her clit, and she fought against the building pressure inside her own body. Then it pulled away from her, its shaft completely soaked, and she looked down at it in confusion.

She watched as it moved, her struggles forgotten. It angled its abdomen, bringing its cock back between her legs, only in a different position. She felt the pressure as the tip pressed roughly against her ass, and her eyes went wide. She wrestled against it, angling her hips even as the pressure built against her rear hole. She only half-realized that in her fight to stop it from violating her ass she was absentmindedly angling to get it to enter her needy pussy instead. Between the spider’s efforts and her juices coating the cruel appendage, however, it wasn’t long before it got its way. She cried out, her scream echoing loudly in the cavern as the massive head pushed into her tight ring. She clenched against it, contorting her body in a vain attempt to stop the invasion, but it was too late. The spider pushed into her slowly. Inevitably. The slick shaft spread her wide as it went, her hole helpless as the cruel ridges glided into her. Inch after inch was forced deep, her scream becoming a guttural groan as her body was violated.

Finally, it stopped. Vanna shivered at the sensation, her ass completely filled and stretched to bursting by the spider’s cock. She looked up, horrified at the sight of their coupling, her legs spread wide, the thick phallus plunging deep into her body. Worse was her stomach. Lodged so deep inside her, Vanna could clearly see the outline of the huge appendage as it pressed against her stomach from the inside, which now bulged obscenely. Her mind reeled at the horror, trying its best to both make sense of the situation she was in and to ignore the trauma of it. Yet, as her mind bounced between thoughts, one underlying truth flowed like a stream of clear water. Her pussy was quaking with need, her juices flowing freely, and she wished with all of her heart that it could be just as full as her other hole was.

This thought, and all the others, were silenced as the spider let out a strange chattering noise. It was the same devilish laughter as before, but now the echo of the noise was nearly deafening inside her head. Her eyes naturally went back to where she and the beast were joined. Amazingly, some of the massive appendage was still outside of her, though she doubted any more could even fit in her lithe body. There was a strange movement there, and she squinted against the dim light to make sense of it. It looked almost as if the cock was bulging wider at the base, inflating itself close to the spider’s abdomen. Vanna watched in confusion as the swelling, now fully twice as wide as the rest of the already massive shaft, started to move. It travelled slowly, as if something were being forcibly pushed from inside, closer to the end buried deep inside her. The image of the thief’s stomach, wriggling with movement not her own flashed into Vanna’s head, and even her overwhelming arousal wasn’t enough to keep her from struggling.

“It’s no use struggling, little one. Soon enough your body will be nothing but a spawning bed for my young.” The voice seemed to mix in with her own thoughts, deafening them. She fought both with her body and her mind, locked in combat with the webbing that held her and the chittering suggestions that permeated her head.

Vanna pulled at her bonds, her entire body aching with exhaustion and need. It was a hopeless endeavour; her body was weaker now than when she’d first been caught. Not to mention the fact that she almost doubted she could pull herself free of the massive ridged shaft even if she wasn’t bound. Still, she tried, her eyes fixed on the terrifying lump she knew was an egg as it moved ever closer to her ass. It finally reached the seal, and she felt the pressure building. She twisted and writhed, but the webbing held fast. She felt her body start to give in, her ruined hole somehow being forced even wider to accommodate the egg. It was so big she could feel it even in her pussy. Her aching sex clenching around nothing, desperate for pleasure as her ass was stretched. A guttural groan was forced from her throat as the rigid sphere reached its widest, and then, with a sucking pop that echoed through the cavern, it was inside her.

She was sent into wild contortions again, though this time it wasn’t an attempt at escape. The egg had slid inside her and was being pushed through the rest of the arachnid’s considerable length. As it moved, the thickness of it pressed the cruel chitinous ridges against her deepest places, the pleasure echoing even in her empty pussy.

“Such a good egg-sack!” The voice rattled in her brain, but Vanna was no longer listening. She was cumming, both of her holes desperately clamping down, one on nothing and the other on spider cock. Her juices came in a torrent, running down her stomach and breasts in a gushing waterfall. Her ass pulsated around her intruder, and though she realized the motion was only helping move the horrifying package along, she couldn’t stop herself. Her orgasm continued, pushed deeper and further by the egg’s travels until finally she felt it being deposited inside her.

Her orgasm finally subsided, and her body relaxed. The thick shaft was still lodged deep within her, but now it was accompanied by a strange weight in her belly. Looking down at her stomach, she could see that beneath her tight abs the heavy outline of the spider’s cock was now joined by an ominous round bump. She tried not to think of how good that weight felt within her, or how the venom’s heat had barely subsided, her messy pussy still begging to be filled. In her post-orgasm stupor, she absentmindedly reached down, trying to rub her clit. Her hands were still restrained, but surprisingly the strands holding them had a bit of slack. Crashing back to reality, she looked to where her hands were bound to the floor of the cave. Some of the juices had dripped down, landing on the tight bundle of webbing encasing her hands. Her mind raced, reinvigorated with hope, just as she felt a familiar pressure against her asshole.

She looked back to the monstrous appendage that had her impaled and swallowed hard as she saw the bulge, not of one egg, but several along the length of the shaft. The spider chattered again as the first pressed against her now loose ass. She grit her teeth with determination and started to move. Her body was sore, and it was difficult to angle her hips when she was so filled, but she started to thrust back onto the beastly cock. She pressed herself against the bulge, her eyes fluttering with pleasure as it pushed easily inside her. Her pussy quivered, completely soaked, but it wasn’t enough. Again and again she pressed herself into the cock, using the eggs being dumped inside her to massage her aching cunt from the inside. She lost count of how many had been laid inside her, but one look at her bulging stomach told her she couldn’t take many more.

It was working though. One last egg descended, and she pressed hard into it. It plunged into her ruined ass, and the ridged cock finally sent her over the edge. She spasmed around the egg, leaning into the ecstasy. Relentlessly she ground into the spider’s thick shaft, using it to fuck herself. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as her orgasm reached its crescendo. She screamed as her empty cunt began to squirt. It rained down on her, splashing over her contorted face. The cavern reeked of arousal, and before long even her long blonde curls were soaked through. More importantly, she was making a puddle on the cave floor beneath her. Her hands, still bound, tugged and pulled at the webbing in her throes, until they finally gave way, eroded by her cum.

Without hesitation, Vanna reached out, grabbing her now-soaked sword with her free hands. Still in the midst of climax, she lunged. The spider, taken off guard, tried to retreat back up the wall. Its massive cock slid from her ruined hole, the sudden sensation redoubling her orgasm. The beast was lethargic now, slow from exertion, and wasn’t quick enough to avoid the warrior’s sure strike. Even upside-down, with her legs bound, she aimed to kill, and she did. The spider let out a hellish cry that seemed to be carried on a hundred voices and fell from the wall in a heap. It was silent now, and Vanna’s entire being felt empty. She shivered, letting her pleasure subside before she sliced through her other bonds and dropped to the floor herself.

Exhausted, Vanna lay in the cave, her sword by her side. Absentmindedly, she shoved her hand in her needy cunt, quickly bringing herself to another orgasm as she nursed her previously untouched pussy. She lay back, completely spent, in the pool of her cum for a few minutes, collecting herself.

When she finally rose on wobbling legs, she returned to the thief, still bound by her own silken chains. She was wide-eyed, having obviously watched the entire ordeal, and most likely gone through a similar one herself. Vanna raised her sword, and the girl’s mouth went wide. Vanna swung, the sound of her sword against stone ringing out. When the girl raised the courage to open her eyes again, she found herself not struck down, but freed.

“Let’s go.” Grunted the warrior, extending a hand to her prior enemy. She took it gladly, and the pair set about making their escape. As she walked past the corpse of the massive spider, Vanna gave it a fierce kick. As she held her stomach though, feeling the telltale round bumps and weight within, she knew the beast had made sure that she couldn’t forget it so quickly.

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