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Ohhh, Medusa was going to kill her.
Eruka’s brain was stuttering as she realized the situation she found herself in. She knew going into this that there was no way she wasn’t going to get caught, and here she was. In front of Arachne. Being told to.. strip for her. Death knows what she was going to do to her once she found out exactly what she was here for. If she didn’t know who she was already. Eruka figured she’d be paraded in front of lady Arachne’s goons, before being led to some horrible fate. Didn’t spiders suck out their prey's insides? Eruka shuddered. This was way worse than being ripped apart by snakes. At least Medusa would make it quick. Hopefully. She knew Arachne would make it slow for her own amusement.
There had to be a way out of this, she thought, before looking up and seeing Arachne’s impatient gaze. She opened her mouth, thinking maybe she could grovel and apologize, she was good at that (thanks Medusa), but before the words could come out, Arachne spoke some of her own.
“Hurry up, would you, dear? I don’t have all day.” Her lips were still curled in a smile, one Eruka was sure was hiding something dangerous.
Eruka made a small sound at the pressure, there really was no other option. She slowly reached for her mask, unable to relax her shaking hand. Like ripping off a bandage, she thought. If that bandage had giant spiders waiting to kill you underneath. She pulled the mask off, the cloak coming with it, in one swift motion. She felt utterly exposed, and it would be a lie to say there weren’t tears dripping down her face. No longer did she have the comfort of cloth hiding her eyes from Arachne, she stared down at the floor, unable to face whatever her reaction may be.
She heard the bed springs shift, assuming Arachne was getting up to probably spit acid into her and suck out her guts or whatever. Eruka shivered again. At least she wouldn’t have to face Medusa’s wrath. Either way, Eruka was not getting out of this unscathed. She could feel Arachne's power before, standing in a crowd of anonymous nobodies, but feeling it up close like this made her want to curl into a ball and sob for mercy. Even more than she currently wanted to. Her stomach churned and her whole body was screaming to run or beg or offer herself up to the clearly more dominant witch. Medusa was small fry compared to Lady Arachne. Which in and of itself was a thought Eruka struggled to push away, just in case any snakes were in her brain, listening. Medusa had never gone into depth about her snakes’ abilities, but Eruka didn’t care about rationality right now. She was scared.
“Was I not clear?" Arachne asked, almost kindly, "I want you to take everything off, Eruka." She was sitting up slightly, which must’ve been what made the bed creak.
As soon as she heard her name, Eruka felt like she was just going to curl up and die. She was doomed. She wondered if the anticipation was going to kill her before Arachne did. A strangled sound escaped her throat, which clearly amused Arachne.
“Y… you know who I am?”
“Of course I do, you aren’t very stealthy. Medusa always chooses such.. sad little toys. My spiders have been watching you for a long time.” Her voice was sour upon her sister’s name, but sweetened at the mention of her pets. Eruka’s brain struggled to comprehend why she was telling her this.
“Why didn’t you..” Eruka struggled to find the words, “call me out sooner?”
“I didn’t need to, I have nothing to hide from someone of your…” she gestured with her hand. ”Aptitude. Besides, how much trouble could one of my sister’s little playthings stir up?” Eruka felt a little offended. She could stir up plenty of trouble if she so chose. She just... hadn’t chose yet. Lady Medusa hadn’t chose yet.
Eruka hadn’t yet realized that Arachne could read every little emotion that crossed her face with ease. Anyone could, it wasn’t particularly hard. She got worked up at such little things, a slight offense was enough to distract her from her own mortal peril.
”Now, may I remind you I had asked you to remove everything.” Her voice wasn’t any harsher, but even Eruka could tell she was getting slightly impatient, as amusing as Eruka’s little fit was.
All the fear returned in full force, and Eruka began to undo the straps holding up her dress without thinking. Her hands shook as the sticky pads of her fingers didn’t help with unclipping the buttons. She realized what she was doing once her dress was pooled around her ankles, leaving her in her undershirt and leggings. They hugged her meager body, highlighting her lack of curves. Especially compared to Arachne, who she glanced up to see sipping some red wine. Or maybe blood, who could even tell with older witches.
“Go on.” Arachne encouraged in between sips, crossing one leg over the other.
Eruka had the urge to snap that she was going as fast as she could, but this wasn’t Medusa. She wouldn’t get away with that here. Not that Medusa let her really get away with that either. She didn’t know which she’d feel less exposed with, so after a moment of deliberation she decided to take off her leggings first, as she wasn’t wearing a bra. She peeled it off sweaty skin, and gently deposited it on the ground, stepping out of her dress. That left her in her shirt and panties, polka dotted like her dress. Hey, she wanted to look cute just in case the day came when Medusa would finally acknowledge her.
Next came her shirt, she didn’t need any more prodding from Arachne. She was good at following directions, and still a little sore from the implication she was useless. She was sure Arachne could already see everything through it with how sweaty she was, but she took it off anyway, exposing her… rather pathetic chest to the world.
Only now, standing in nothing but her panties in the room of what was probably the most powerful witch in all of history, did she start to wonder why exactly she was doing this. Well... to not die. But why did Arachne want this? She took a deep breath and removed her underwear, stepping out of it to be fully exposed in front of the ancient witch. Eruka knew she was shuddering and pathetic, but tried to look at least a little appealing, despite shivering like a newborn fawn. She crossed her arms in front of her chest like the idea just occurred to her, knees locked together. She was sure she looked ridiculous, but Arachne seemed… pleased with her? Part of Eruka preened a little at the idea, old witch instincts flaring up. A powerful witch being pleased with you wasn't always a bad thing.
Arachne placed her now empty wine glass on her bedside table, and beckoned Eruka towards her, admittedly, very luxurious and comfortable looking bed. The younger witch stepped towards her in uneven steps, unsure what she was stepping into, but unable to resist. Part of her wanted to succumb to Arachne, let her mind go numb and forget about everything but her and her madness. She could probably remove Medusa’s snakes, and as soon as she opened her mouth to ask, she realized what a foolish endeavor that was. She was loyal to Lady Medusa. Right? Why did she feel so lightheaded? And warm. And…wanting.
Arachne took her in her arms, pulling her into the plush velvet bed and against her soft body. Eruka couldn’t help but notice her ample chest pressing against her face. The material of her dress was soft and comfortable, silky cool against Eruka’s hot cheek. She felt safe. She felt safe in the arms of a witch who’d killed and eaten countless of her own kind. She wanted to stay there forever, wrapped in silk and velvet and Arachne, who smelled mildly of wine, answering Eruka’s earlier question. Though, she didn’t know if she would’ve minded if it was blood.
Arachne reached for the bottle of expensive looking wine and poured another glass, taking a sip before offering it to Eruka, pressing the lipstick stained glass against her naked lips. Eruka wasn’t one to drink, in fact, she couldn’t remember a time she’d had alcohol. The rich wine flowed into her mouth, and she swallowed regardless, wanting to feel even more of Arachne’s warmth inside of her. Soon she was down a glass, then another, and another as the world around them grew fuzzy and hot. Eruka’s head spun, and she couldn’t tell what was from the alcohol and what was from being so close to a powerful witch. Right.. right! She was supposed to gather intel on Arachne… to report back to Lady Medusa..she needed.. to go tell Lady Medusa…
She squirmed uselessly in Arachne’s arms, eliciting a laugh from the older woman, who simply readjusted Eruka into a position where she was facing her again, and began to stroke her back. It seemed to calm her down, as she nuzzled into Arachne’s pale chest. Eruka looked up at her without fear in her dark eyes, a lopsided smile on her face made even more noticeable by the dark marks on her cheeks.
Why.. wasn’t she afraid anymore? Her brain felt numb, like she was reaching for something that wasn’t there. She was finding herself less concerned with the idea of escaping. Medusa never offered this level of comfort. Eruka wasn’t sure what she had done to elicit such kindness, wasn’t she being punished? She lifted her head, searching for some hint of the cruelty she expected, only to be met with the soft, calm interior of Arachne’s room. She was so different from Medusa, Eruka tried to see the family resemblance, but couldn’t.
Everything about her was softer, warmer, gentler, every kind thing you couldn’t possibly say about her sister. It was easy to understand why people gathered around her while Medusa had to use force.
Arachne was helping her through these revelations, her slender fingers caressing her, feeling down her hips, tracing the very slight curvature of her body. Eruka completely submitted to the touch, sighing with contentment. She was forgetting her stress, caving to whatever it was that was making her relax as much as she was. All she could think about was Lady Arachne. She voiced no surprise when Arachne’s hands started wandering, feeling her thighs.
Eruka naturally spread her legs for her. Whimpering, clearly begging for Arachne to go further, as if she had any right to beg. But Arachne was kind, willing to indulge Eruka. Arachne’s slender fingers brushed past her entrance, feeling the rather small tentacle where her clit would be. It curled around her hand, slick and sensitive. Arachne was careful with her long nails, gently scratching at it as Eruka bucked her hips. Her hand dipped down lower and she slipped two fingers into Eruka, testing her readiness. She took it easily, already wet with need.
Eruka wanted to impress Arachne. She needed her so badly. She needed this powerful witch to take her over body and soul. It was like she was born for this purpose. Her whole body was alive and crawling and she felt like something was scratching at the edge of her mind. Like she was forgetting something. But nothing mattered anymore besides Lady Arachne. Lady Arachne was inside of her. Her fingers curled up against her g spot and Eruka gasped, squirming slightly.
She grabbed at Arachne’s dress, digging her nails into the expensive fabric, whining. Arachne could have scolded her for nearly ripping it, but instead she gave a gentle smile, understanding completely what Eruka was desperately trying to say. Slowly, she pulled her fingers out of Eruka, who let out a confused whimper. She held them up to Eruka’s mouth, slick with her fluids.
“Would you mind cleaning these off for me?” Arachne asked, but it was clearly a request rather than a question. Eruka nodded deliriously, and took her fingers in her mouth, sucking on them like she was starving. She gagged slightly when they hit the back of her throat, but she still didn’t stop. She continued at it until Arachne was satisfied, pulling her them out of her mouth.
“Lay back and relax for me now, darling.”
Eruka did, her chest quickly rising and falling. All thoughts of punishment had escaped her mind, sinking into the plush comforter of Arachne’s bed. She watched wide eyed as Arachne began to remove her dress, exposing her ample chest just held in place by an extravagant black bra, lacey and wonderfully form fitting. Eruka felt herself drooling slightly. Her body was soft and curvy, and Eruka wanted to touch her so badly, more than anything else. She struggled against her urges, but managed to suppress them, staying down and letting her eyes wander Arachne’s body, as opposed to her hands.
She began to remove her bra, slowly unclipping it as Eruka sat up slightly, eyes wide. It was clear that Arachne was entirely aware of her good looks, pausing to let Eruka take in the view. Ohhh Eruka wanted to touch them so bad. She couldn’t imagine someone exemplifying beauty more, watching her body move as she let out an amused laugh.
Arachne stood up more, drawing Eruka’s attention away from her chest to… lower, as Arachne gracefully slipped out of her underwear, which matched her bra. Eruka couldn't tear her eyes away as Arachne became fully exposed, a large tentacle pushing its way out from its hood. It was thick and long and she.. wasn’t sure if she would be able to take it.
“Would you like to bear my offspring?” Arachne’s voice was low and sultry, her dark eyes half lidded. Eruka was much more focused on the large ovipositor swaying slightly, glistening in the low light of the room. There was a pause, as Eruka struggled to process the offer. Her body bloomed with heat as she thought about it. It could’ve been instinct that made her desperately want to say yes, a witch of her status having someone as powerful as Arachne’s child would be almost unheard of. It would give Eruka the power she craved so so badly. She couldn’t manage to get the words out, instead nodding desperately, causing Arachne’s smile to widen. Eruka didn't even think about what Arachne could be getting out of this. Eruka was going to carry a Gorgon heir! She spread her legs, unable to take any more time rationalizing.
Arachne’s tentacle brushed against Eruka as she bent over on top of her, pressing their chests together. She dwarfed Eruka of course, but Eruka didn't even care, she was overwhelmed by how soft she was. And warm. She even smelled nice, which only made Eruka relax even further. She felt like she could fall asleep like this, Arachne’s weight comfortably atop her. Arachne’s tip teased at her entrance, just slowly rubbing against her. Eruka boldly tried to push herself further against it, limited by its size.
“Relax…” Arachne cooed at her. Eruka wrapped her arms around her, grasping at her back. “Let me do this for you..”
She slowly, inch by inch, pushed herself inside Eruka, who’s breathing became more and more labored. As she slid herself deeper, Eruka could feel herself being stretched. Arachne was huge, and Eruka was sure if she could see there would be a bulge visible in her stomach. The thought made her lightheaded, and she was happy that she had such a comfortable bed if she fainted. Surprisingly, it didn’t hurt. Eruka was unable to feel anything but pleasure, and some sort of warm secretion that was most likely the reason for the lack of pain.
She felt a wave of pleasure as Arachne hit as far as she could possibly go, filling Eruka completely. Eruka was sure she hit her womb and the thought made her almost climax on the spot. She made a choked moan, unable to contain her excitement, and unable to voice it in words.
“Good girl..” Arachne moaned softly, leaning a little to kiss Eruka’s forehead. Lady Arachne was so kind. Eruka felt dizzy, unable to move intentionally, only squeezing around her. Moaning as Arachne pulled herself out slowly, before pushing herself back in. Her rhythm was cautious, feeling out Eruka’s resistance. Each thrust became more confident as Eruka’s moans increased in volume.
“More.. more…” she whined, delirious with pleasure. How brave she was, directing the heretic witch. Her body was limp, and Arachne was big enough to push her with every movement. Her own little tentacle squirmed pathetically, trying to rub against Arachne’s stomach for some sort of friction. Arachne was taking great pleasure in deciding the pace, one that was always slightly too slow for Eruka. Maybe she could be cruel. But Eruka wasn’t realizing it, starting to move on her own, desperate for more.
As she pushed herself further onto Arachne, Eruka’s tentacle brushed against her skin, adding to her pleasure. Arachne hardly noticed it squirming and writhing. Eruka only picked up her own pace, stimulating herself in every way she could, until she started to feel her whole body tense as she began to reach climax. She kept rubbing until she finished, gasping and spattering white all over her and Arachne’s stomach’s, as well as pushing out some small squishy eggs. She jerked her hips as more came out, Arachne helping her through her intense orgasm. Eruka felt herself get dizzy, she’d never cum that hard in her life.
She tried to catch her breath, but Arachne wasn’t stopping, continuing to push against Eruka’s sweet spot. The pleasure became unbearable, her body unable to handle so much force without a break. She scratched at Arachne’s back, holding onto her tightly as she sped up. Eruka’s moans turned into whines, her brain completely in conflict with her body. She didn’t want Arachne to stop, she wanted to be used until she couldn’t take it anymore. She needed her eggs. She needed to be filled. It was almost painful, but it was equally as euphoric.
Eruka’s brain was completely shutting off, overwhelmed by wave after wave of pleasure. She could no longer think, and instead just allowed herself to enjoy the feeling of being used. Arachne could practically see the switch, delighting in breaking her sister's favorite toy. She properly wrapped her arms around Eruka, pulling her body up to meet her own. Her breath hitched and with one final thrust, she dumped a load of eggs into Eruka, as deep as she could possibly go. Ensuring her eggs would take, leaving Eruka with her child.
Upon feeling herself be filled, Eruka couldn’t help but scream in excitement, instantly finishing again. She could feel how Arachne’s eggs stretched her body. Eruka was sure she was visibly swollen with them, and she smiled up at Arachne weakly, tears staining her cheeks. She was finally able to catch her breath, grateful for the comfortable bed supporting her. Arachne’s weight atop her was reassuring, and it was even more reassuring as Arachne kissed her, marking her with her lipstick. The kiss was tender and loving. She felt Arachne pull out of her, leaving her spent and soaking. Eggs spilled out of her, large and glistening underneath the pale light of Arachne’s room. Eruka’s body relaxed, and she found herself drifting off as Arachne settled next to her, pulling blankets over both of them.
Eruka blinked awake slowly, her body sore. She rolled over, expecting to be met with the sight of Arachne’s room, only to be met with cold ground. Where… was she? She lifted her head to see gnarled arrow shaped trees surrounding her, and she felt her heart sink. Eruka looked down to find herself still naked, stomach slightly distended from eggs. So that wasn’t a dream. Her body still felt woozy, but she began to shiver as she realized where she was, spotting the door to Medusa’s lab right behind her.
“Oh fuck..” she whimpered, weakly attempting to stand up, unsure of what exactly she was planning to do. Maybe she should just start groveling already.. with Medusa's snakes in her body she wouldn’t be able to get far. Or maybe she could try to slip in unnoticed? She wasn’t sure how she’d hide the eggs, she sure as hell wasn’t getting rid of them. Also the fact that she was naked wasn’t helping. It was really freaking cold out here, she didn’t know how a reptile like Medusa was able to stand it.
She contemplated for a moment more, but as the door opened she instantly regretted not making a move sooner. Cold eyes met hers for a moment before looking her up and down, narrowing with anger and understanding.
“Hi Lady Medusa…”