Arachne

 Darkness haunted every step I took, obscuring the cave as I walked forward, torch hissing in the air. Other than my crimson flames, nothing but pitch black greeted my eyes. A cool air crept up my back, sending gooseflesh down my arms, as I walked through the cavern, stopping only to examine the two ways forward.

The pathway to the right, once illuminated, revealed rocks and fallen debris, but a clean way forward. The second whispered of scuttling, webbing guarding its opening. I grimaced and stepped forward, lowering my torch and ducking beneath the web. 

The tunnel beyond seemed alive. Every surface was covered in sticky web that wafted as I moved by, sending spiderlings scattering. Their black bodies shone ruby in the firelight. A smile tugged at my lips as a palm sized spider landed on my shoulder, caressing the bare skin softly as she moved closer to my hair. 

Everything, from spider to spiderling, scattered as I entered a larger cavern. Some were the size of my horse, scaling the walls rapidly and disappearing into the darkness above me. My light barely illuminated the creatures above me, showing me only the white web that hid their bodies. Nothing dared come closer with the torch flickering beside me. 

With a deep breath I looked at my torch before dropping it to the ground. The fire sputtered and slowly muted as the damp cave took its toll. Shadows lingered long and hungrily on the walls as the darkness closed in around me.

A faint sense of fear touched my gut as my eyes tried to adjust to the darkness. Shapes and shadows seemed to move, writhing and shivering in provocative ways. I took a steep away from the dying light only to feel the brush of something thin against my shoulder and hair. I turned, seeing nothing, but the silvery wisp of web that hung there.

Another ghostly caress caught my shoulder before I stepped away, further from the light. Only black emptiness waited before me. My foot was caught first, stepping into the sticky thick fibres and becoming instantly immobile. A hand moved to steady myself, only to press against the fibrous web and become lodge. 

Vibrations shuddered along the great web. I pulled, losing my balance when nothing would free me, only to end up more in the web. It bounced with every movement I made. Deliberately I struggled, making the web shudder around me. It jiggled in response as hundreds of legs moved upon it. 

Thin and strong legs grabbed me, ripping me without hesitation from the web. She moved silently, a great body I couldn't see carrying me through the cavern along webbed passageways, spiders running over us both of every size. Not a sound was made other than the beating of my heart. I dared not move. Long, delicate fangs caressed my hair and cheek as she carried me far from the last of the light source.

Human hands caressed my face, a thumb trailing over my lips before her fanged mouth was on mine. I licked at the elongated fangs, found her tongue, and let our mouths dance with each other. She tasted of sharp acids, no doubt her venom. The woman pulled back, suddenly, as though I had bitten her.

I moved one hand to her face, trailing it down her neck slowly, feeling the strange chitinous skin. "It's okay," I whispered to her. "I want this." Fingers moved behind her neck, pulling her back into my lips. Her kiss was renewed, eager, and hungry. Human hands and spider legs roamed my body, pricking skin, pinching, exploring. 

Her fingers caressed my breasts, as though she were caring for a pet. Nails flicked over my nipples before she bit my bottom lip. I moaned and then whimpered as a burning pain started in my lip and spread down my chin and over my cheek. My lips became still as the venom spread, slowly immobilizing my body in its wake. 

The web enclosed my legs, separately, first. It wrapped up my thighs, over my stomach and breasts, before she pulled my arms upwards and cloaked them in her web. Finally, she touched my face before enclosing me fully in her silken threads. 

I tried to shift, but her venom held me perfectly still. I breathed shallowly, seeing and hearing nothing beyond the stillness. A single human hand ran over the web, caressing me through the fibres. Her hand wandered, grabbing, slapping, smacking. My body dangled, responding to her without movement.

One long leg slid against my thigh and hooked in the webbing, ripping it open. I felt the pinpricks as her body wandered over mine, resting atop me, heavy and enormous. A tongue tasted me, mixing her numbing venom with my own wetness. Like any sweet lover, she played and explore, fangs sometimes piercing, other times grazing. 

My moans vibrated through the webbing, muffled and hungry as she devoured me, hanging upside down atop me. A long, thin leg pressed upwards, sliding inside of me. My instinct to pull away from the sharpness was defeated as my muscles failed to respond. Instead, she pressed deeper, pushing another leg in beside it.

Everything stretched as she plunged inward, going deep and hard, expanding me rapidly. "You want this?" she finally asked, voice muffled and distorted by her own fangs. The web before my lips was tore free. I tried to speak, but my lips wouldn't move. A muffle sound was all that escaped. 

Fingers parted my lips, sliding one finger into my mouth, tasting of venom and myself. A spindling leg slid in beside her finger as she tilted my head upwards. The leg pressed deeper, moving past my throat and downward, taking advantage of my inability to move. 

"I'm going to fill you up, little girl," she hissed. "Entirely. Until you nearly burst." The leg pushed deeper until I struggled to breathe. A whimpering sound vibrated against the leg lodged deep into my throat before she pulled it out. 

Silence hung around us as I strained to hear anything she was doing before a long leg moved upwards inside of me once more, pulling a sticky, wet fibre with it. It pressed further, causing a stabbing pain as it pushed beyond what any man would and into the deepest part of me. It was oddly cold and I whimpered. "Shhh," she chided. "You will enjoy." 

A strange clacking and moaning sound escaped her as she jiggled atop me, legs moving quickly. A round, thick ball slipped inside me, pushing upwards following the wet strand of web. Then another, and another. The little eggs invaded, sliding upwards and into me. Pleasure pulsed with each egg that she pushed inside, the sticky fibre leading them deep into my body, impregnating my womb.

Moans began to fill the silence. Fluid dripped out of me as I groaned, the pressure building inside of me and sending wild sensations through my body. "Yes. Good girl," she moaned herself as her legs pressed her progeny into me. 

My belly began to expand, filling outward with each egg that the arachnid thrust inward. Our moans mingled as she implanted her eggs within me, expanding my womb until it looked as though I was ready to birth a human child. 

As the last egg slipped into me, my body shuddered. Her mouth returned, teasing the gaping opening and gently cleaning the remaining web. Spinners released more of the silk as she bound my gaping hole closed, flicking my bud until I cried out in renewed ecstasy. 

So gently she kissed me then, swallowing my pleasurable moan with her fanged mouth. Another bite and darkness swallowed me, sending me unconscious from her venom.

I awoke on the cave floor, hands pressed lovingly against my filled belly, already feeling the writhing of our unborn children.

Baphomet

 

The candlelight flickered, casting shadows over the altar. Tree branches quivered in the cool wind, clattering against one another. Fire warmed the air behind me, illuminating the effigy and the etched lines of a star in the stone. The air was still, nothing but the snapping hunger of the flames and my shallow disturbed the peace.

My lips moved, muttering the words I had been given by those who now refused to wander the woods. They had locked away their women, anyone whom they claimed had come back defiant and defiled. The words hung in the air, shivering in the candlelight before darkness consumed every flame leaving me in the pitch of night.

I felt their presence and saw nothing but the black night. Stars shimmered above as I turned my head only to see more nothing. 

"Another who wishes to be freed." It was a statement, not a question. Long nailed fingers touched my hair, sliding down the loose strands to my shoulder. "Such freedom I will give you, child." Their hoofs crushed the dead leaves below as they walked behind me.

"Is that what you want, Baphomet?"

Their name touching the air caused the pacing to stop. Fire ignited again, illuminating the world around us. Their great goat face was inches from mine, nostrils flaring as they breathed me in. Slitted eyes stared, unblinking, waiting.

I kept my eyes lowered. "What frees you?" The words were calm but I felt my pulse racing as they stood, their frame silhouetted by the suddenly roaring fire. 

Baphomet tilted their head, considering. "What do you want in return?" they countered as they moved between me and the altar, sitting atop it so they were eye level with me.

"Nothing," I replied. "What is it you need, Great One?" I let myself step forward so that I nearly brushed their thighs. One of their hands moved forward, brushing my fingertips and moving upwards over my arms to the swell of my breast.

"Serve me," they said. A rough thumb pressed against my nipple, then pinched. I gasped and let my eyes slide close. Their other thumb caressed my lips. "Want me. Ask for nothing. Be as I want you." The thumb pressed inwards, brushing my teeth and tongue. "Suck." 

My mouth closed around their large digit, tongue flicking over the tip and the nail. They pushed their finger in further as they moaned, snorting air out their nostrils. "Good girl," they murmured. Slowly their thumb pulled from my lips, trailing down my throat before wrapping around it.

The capricornian stood, guiding me to the altar. I climbed atop it, sitting on the edge of the cool stone. Their lips pulled into an almost smirk, revealing the flat teeth within. I lifted a hand to caress their face and ran my hand down their chest to the full breasts, playing with their hardened dark nipples as they had mine. 

A soft groan purred out of them as they leaned their head back. "Yes. Harder." I pinched both, sharp and hard, watching as they shuddered. From their muzzle a strange noise between moan and bleat. I leaned in, pulling their breast into my mouth, pinching the pert flesh with my teeth. 

Fingers wound into my hair, pulling me against their body as I lapped and bit at their flesh. With a jerk, they pulled me back. "All fours." I almost whimpered at being taken away from them, but moved, climbing onto my hands and knees on their altar. Baphomet moved before me, fingers caressing my hair again. 

"Please?" I whispered. 

"Please what, child?"

"Please can I serve you, my liege. Let me show you that you are delicious. That you are wanted." 

They stepped closer, pulling my hair up away from my face. "As you wish. Show me."

My tongue met their erect flesh, the first taste of wildness caressing my eager mouth. I explored, hungry for more of them, dragging my mouth down slowly to the furry sheath and then back up. Finally, I swallowed them, pushing my head as far down as I could as they slid into my throat. Heated breaths were panted onto my back as I moved, rocking my body so they slid in and out of my mouth.

A guttural bleat escaped my lover. Drool slid down my chin, dripping to the cold cement below. Candles flickered around us as they grabbed a knot of my hair, holding my head still while they began to thrust, taking my mouth with each movement. I moaned, sending vibrations over their shaft.

The goat groaned, bucking their hips wildly and quickly, smearing drool across my lips and face with their movement. Hot seed released, coating my chin and lips. My tongue lapped at it before their tongue met mine. Our tongues danced, tasting their release and each other for the first time. They were all wildness and desire.

Slowly they stood again, walking to the opposite end of the altar. One hand slid over my back to the exposed cheeks before a sharp smack echoed around our clearing. I gasped, my twitching in surprise. Fingers slid against the inside of my thigh and up to the wetness waiting. They chuckled, before sliding their fingers inside.

"How eager," the murmured, ethereal voice caressing my mind. "Do I excite you?"

"Completely, my liege," I replied between moans as their fingers began to move in and out. "I want you. In every way. To serve you." The fingers pulled from me. I whimpered then gasped when a hand came down against my backside. 

"Good. Anything I wish?"

"Yes," I gasped. They shifted, reaching forward to push their wet fingers against my messy lips. My mouth opened to pull them in, tasting myself. 

"Good girl," they said softly. Their fingers pulled from my lips, delivering a rough slap to my breasts as they swayed beneath me. "Did you like my taste?"

"I love your seed, my liege. I want more. Please." 

Nails scratched along my back before a thick, warm tongue slipped between thighs, lapping at the juices that glistened there. A cry of pleasure ripped out of me as the tongue moved upward, testing at the tight opening. The tongue probed, sending chills through my body as it slipped in and out, bathing the sensitive skin.

I shuddered, nails scratching at the stone beneath me. Just as soon as it began, it stopped. A hardness pushed against me, slowly sliding inward as the tightness expanded around them. "Good girl," they moaned as their length slowly slid inside, giving my body time to relax. "Are you ready, child?"

"Yes, please. Please, Great One." I leaned my body back against them, urging more of them within me.

"Good," they said before suddenly pulling out and slamming in again. I cried out, grabbing the altar to hold myself steady. Each thrust was rough and sudden, plunging them deeper and deeper into my body. Animalistic bleats and groans rolled out of Baphomet as they thrust, bringing waves of pleasure with each movement.

"Good girl," they said again. "Tell me you want more." They thrust again, hard and deep.

"Please, my liege. Give me more. Release in me. Fill me." I pushed back, meeting their thrust with my hips. We slammed into each other, losing ourselves in the darkness.

Fingers dug into my skin as they held me against their furred body. A flood of warmth spread within me, their body jerking as they released. The deity panted behind me as I leaned back, kneeling and leaning into their muscular body.

"Thank you," they whispered, muzzle nuzzling my shoulder and neck. 

I reached a hand up to caress their cheek, stroking the wiry fur. "Anything for you, my liege. Anything."

Minotaur

My fingers caressed the red string as I walked, bare feet moving me between walls of the labyrinth. Bones lingered in the shadows while bloody rags deteriorated on the skeletons. Silence hung in the air, save for the vibrating grumbles that shook the ground the closer to the centre I got.

His rumbles sent shivers up my spine as I placed a hand against the wall, light tumbling into the darkness from within the heart of the Labyrinth. He had been banished here, fed the flesh of the living, moulded into a monster for a man's amusement. I pulled in a deep breath, steeled myself, then turned the corner.

The minotaur stood, tall and broad, the scent of beast lingering in the air. His back rippled with his breathing, great horns rising skyward to the heavens. Fur ran the length of him, glimmering copper from the fire he stood before, impressive form silhouetted. I wondered if he knew I was searching for him as his tail swished over his naked back.

I bent down and tied the string against a femur, leaving it in the pile of bones. My feet padded against the ground as I walked towards him, loud enough his ear twitched in my direction. The great head turned, dark eyes landing on my naked body. His lip curled into a snarl as he turned, facing me as I approached.

"Asterion," I said his name as I neared. He flinched, expression changing from hate to sudden curiosity. "I've come to take you home."

The eyes wandered over my body. Those who came here came with weapons and offered pain. I stood, naked, empty handed, and stared up at him. His folded arms slowly released and he took one hesitant step towards me. 

My fingers touched his own, playing over the calloused flesh of his palm. The eyes closed, lips parting slightly. Suddenly he knelt, falling to his knees rather than lowering himself, and touched his face. I grimaced and slid my hand against his cheek, listening to the low rumbling of his breathing. The eyes once again looked to me, lost, afraid.

I let my hand slide over his cheek, along his jaw and through the hair up to his ear. His head leaned into my hand. I moved further, touching the smooth hardness of his horn. The eyes shot open and he snarled, rising as quickly as he fell. One hand closed on my throat, lifting me up with a strange ease. 

The minotaur pushed me against the wall as he stared up at me. "I won't hurt you," I said softly. My hands touched his giant hand, gently caressing. "You're not a monster," I whispered. "Let me show you." He brought his tauren face close to mine and I touched his cheek, then grabbed one horn to pull his muzzle to my lips.

My tongue played against his lips, tasting blood and his own earthy flavor. A great thick tongue pressed into my own, testing my willingness. I moaned into the kiss, lapping at and sucking at his tongue. He groaned and lowered his head, letting his tongue loll over my body, leaving a trail of saliva over my breasts and across my belly.

I wrapped my hands around his horns as his hand released my throat and cupped my thighs, holding my aloft. His taurine muzzle pressed between my legs, thrusting the powerful tongue deep and hard. I moaned, tugging on his horns to pull him deeper. Thick lips played over the sensitive flesh above where his tongue explored and my hips bucked in eagerness.

The labyrinth wall supported me as I moaned the minotaur's name while his huge tongue plunged within me. My body shuddered and writhed against him, caught between the monster and his maze. The beast stared at my hungry lips before letting me go, dropping me to the ground. I groaned and looked up at him before down to the sheath where his length waited, flat thick tip exposed. 

"You're not a monster," I whispered as I knelt before him. "Let me show you." The minotaur shifted, looking down at me as I let my mouth first taste him, coaxing him from the furry sheath into my waiting lips. Saltiness and musk greeted my tongue, and soon his hips began to thrust as more and more of him slowly slipped out and into my mouth.

My fingers closed around his length, drawing him further out until I could only lick and stroke him, his length too much for me to swallow. The minotaur shifted, leaning down to hoist me up. I wrapped my arms around his great shoulders, fingers holding to his rough fur as he lowered me down atop him, legs bent over his elbows.

Our animalistic sounds filled the air as he raised me up and down, pounding deeper into my body with every stroke, filling me only to pull back and thrust deeper. His cold nose nuzzled against my throat, a soft groan and bovine moan escaping him, the sounds of his two worlds combining. I moved my hand to stroke the back of his great neck, pulling him into me.

Each thrust drove us further, fingers digging into the skin of my thighs as he brought me down to meet every thrust. I cried out against him, shivering as he moved harder and faster, sliding his massive length into me and stretching me to fit his girth. The earth shuddered around us, our moans echoing through the labyrinth, caressing broken bones in forgotten crevices.

The minotaur quickened our pace, pushing me back against the walls of his cage as he pounded into me. A great cry escaped his lips against my skin as thick, ropey release filled within me, covering my thighs and dripping to the ground below. We panted together as he slowly released me, his length sliding out of me. I leaned against him ass his hand gently caressed my head. 

Finally, I looked up to my lover and offered him a hand. He stared before slowly taking it. We gathered the femur my string was tied to and began the journey to home.

Gargoyle

 I discovered his chiseled body, strong and stone, atop the castle's walls. He stood a monument to his kind, angular jaw, fearsome fangs, and widespread wings. A long powerful tail drifted behind him, motionless in the fading light. The sun had begun its descent as I walked the parapets, daring to brave where the monsters played at dark.

My eyes drifted over his body, taking in every muscle and firmness, widening as I glanced lower. Fingers caressed his shoulders, wandered over the great wings, until they trailed over the stone tail.

The last rays of sunlight filtered over the tower before twilight brushed against the sky. I turned to watch the light fade and feel the creep of darkness as it consumed the world around me. The strange silence of night settled across the stone.

I turned, only to find the space behind me empty. A smirk played over my lips as I glanced into the shadows, hearing nothing but my own breathing. "I'm not here to hurt you," I said into the night. My feet carried me further into the stone jungle, suddenly absent its stone protectors.

I could feel his amusement rather than see it. That I could think myself strong enough to end his eternal life. "I came to see you," I finally added. "To feel you." My hand slid over my breasts, one trailing down my stomach to the hidden moisture that waited below. "It's been awhile since I've felt stone within me. When I heard you were scaring these poor peop-"

His body pressed me against the stone wall, fingers enclosing my wrists above my head with minimal effort. Stone claws scraped my shoulder as he held me still. "They invaded here."

I rose my brows as I looked up into his glowing eyes. "Human castle, friend. They do tend to infest them." 

The gargoyle chuckled, the sound of stones rubbing on stones. His hand rose from my shoulder to touch my face and caress my neck. The eyes wandered over my body, glowing in the night. I arched my back, nearly pressing against him. Our eyes met, staring intently into each other, daring the other to move. 

His teeth glimmered in the low light as the stars spotted the sky above him. "And you? You seek peace?"

"I seek to mend the rift between," I murmured. He looked at my nakedness again before back to my eyes. "What greater bond is there than to share in pleasure and our bodies?"

The creature rose up, nearly double my height, bony projections and claws scraping against my body. His engorged size pressed against my stomach, rising between my breasts before he smirked and raised a brow in turn. 

I looked up at him, hands bound from touching, before I bent my head and tasted the rocky flesh. He was shockingly smooth and faintly salty, with the unmoving hardness of his kind. A groan poured out of him as my tongue explored, eager and hungry, tasting his kind for the first time. 

His hand enclosing my wrists slipped away as he lowered himself. Those stone fingers settled into my hair, guiding my down with him until I was bent over. Claws dug faintly into my scalp as his one hand held my head in place before he thrust, pushing himself into my lips and opening my jaw wide for his entry.

This time, I moaned as he filled my mouth, hitting the back of my throat, too firm to slide any further. The gargoyle held there, letting me gag faintly before he pulled back and began to slowly move in and out of my mouth, grunting with each carefully calculated thrust. 

My knees bent as I began to kneel before his other hand moved to pull my hip up, keeping me standing. I could see him looking beyond us, even as he thrust forward. I barely heard the sound of stone scraping on stone before a sudden cold length pressed inside of me, filling and expanding as it went. 

I shuddered, moaning on the gargoyle's length as his brethren entered me. Eyes illuminated the darkness around us, his clan come to call. I barely had time to notice before stone hands caressed me at every turn, pinching nipples, stroking my deepest folds, clawing my back. They didn't speak, but moved cohesively, letting tongues and tails and claws explore my soft body.

Hands lifted me from between the two gargoyles, turning me to face a beautiful creature, her sharp eyes hungry. Lips pressed against mine as she slid her sharp fingers into me, testing, pressing, and exploring. I slid my hands over her breasts, hard as the rest of her, though she purred at my exploration. Her tail slid up my leg and then dipped inside of me. 

My hips moved me, riding up and down on her stone tail. I let my fingers slip inside of her as we kissed, making her shudder against me. Growls and snarls echoed around us as the gargoyles joined us, stone grinding against stone. I turned back to her as she held my body aloft with her hands, using her tail to move faster and harder until I shuddered atop her and cried out.

Thick fingers explored the skin of my back and down to the tight flesh beside where her tail penetrated. I whimpered in soft hunger, only to feel thick stone slide inside. A gasp whispered past my lips as I started to pump my hips bak against him, his rocky length pounding into my flesh with sudden vigor.

The woman slid her tail out of me, disappearing into the night, only to be replaced by another stone creature, somewhere between monster and man, with horns and fangs. Their long stone tongue pushed against my thigh, trailing upwards, leaving small scrapes wherever it wandered. Its cold strength nestled between my thighs, lapping and exploring, pushing inside. 

I ran my hands over their head, encouraging them as my other lover pushed further, moving deeper inside. My hand rested on my stomach, feeling him move my body up and down his length, lifting me with each thrust. Shivers climbed up my spine as pleasure began to build again, causing cries of passion to fall from my lips.

The gargoyle snarled beside me, suddenly stopping his thrusting to cry out. Something thick and cold filled inside of me. I moaned as he pulled himself out of my warmth, fluid dripping out with his movement. The tongue lapping at me shifted, drinking the release of their clanmate from my body. 

Moments, perhaps hours, passed as I moved from stone lover to stone lover, filling myself with their hunger and release until we were all covered in fluids and lust. Bruises and scrapes covered my body as I found myself once more alone with their clan leader, his perfection awaiting me atop the tallest tower of the castle.

He appeared behind me, wrapping his wings around me. One hand rested on my hip as he growled behind my ear. The wind whipped around us as dawn threatened the horizon, revealing the writhing bodies below. Humans drawn in by the noises and screams arrived, and fascinated, tasted cool stone for the first time.

I watched over the tip of his wings as they moved within each other, in every opening a human or gargoyle had something was tasted or rode or delighted in. Moans and cries of release filled the air. One thick finger slipped inside of me, becoming coated in the release of one of his people. 

"You have proven your mettle this night, human," he murmured. One hand snaked up the front of my body, holding me aloft, fingers softly curled around my throat as his wings withdrew, revealing my body to the world below.

He watched as they slowly stopped, looking upwards to us as he slid inside of me, pushing deep and hard, furthers then others had dared for fear of their strength hurting me. The gargoyle thrusted, pushing the limits, eliciting screams of delight from my body. Each thrust pushed further, stretching me deeply until I took him in entirely.

My gargoyle slammed into me then, hard and fast, giving himself fully to our mating. I shuddered and cried out, feeling the dozens of faces below watching him slide in and out of me. My body trembled as another wave of ecstasy shuddered through me, clenching my body around his length. The gargoyle screamed, burying himself deep as he released.

Sunlight hit my skin, warming me as I felt his movement suddenly stop. My gasps slowly stopped, the heads below turned upwards, mouths ajar, to catch the drops of his seed as it fell from me, all frozen. Save the humans who looked around, bewildered as we all were.

I slowly turned, rotating him inside of me as I moved onto my back, balancing precariously on his arm. His eyes stared down at me, blank, frozen by the sun's light. I bit my lip, tilting my hips as though he were still moving within me before carefully pulling myself off of him.

Cheers arose from the humans below, complexions flushed from their activities. I looked down on them, naked and filled with his gritty seed, a people reborn through lust.