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A string of Seonghwa’s web quivers.
It comes from far away, from the very edges of her silks that span the vast and ancient woods. Slowly, she stirs from her rest. Food has stumbled into her domain.
Her food is stubborn, fighting her silks with futile strength. Seonghwa follows the vibrations, softly chittering with hungry excitement. Her eight long legs skitter across the thick branches covered with intricately spun webs, hidden by shadowed foliage up high in the colossal trees, almost as old as her.
Then, Seonghwa hears it.
A loud cry of frustration and fear, swallowed up by the uncaring dusk. She perks in interest. A human. Her webs caught a human.
She skitters closer, eager to find her prey. Her mouth waters when she finally catches sight of him through the leafage; handsome and feisty, putting up a valiant struggle against her silks. She trapped something more than just food.
She trapped a mate.
San spits out desperate curses, yanking at the sticky webbing with all his might. He shakes off of his overcoat in an attempt to slip free, but new webs catch onto his tunic, strings coiling around his trouser-legs like they’re alive, silk snakes entangling their prey. He burns wherever the strands catch skin, angry red welts forming on his wrists, ankles, even his neck.
Fuck. San swallows thickly, and even the simple bobbing of his throat agitates the webs. Now he knows why the soldiers didn’t follow him into this cursed forest. Fuck. Fuck. How did he let himself get chased so far north? How did he not realise where his carelessness took him?
His breath picks up as he falls into panic. “No, no no no,” he pants, yanking his arm again with all his stubborn strength. Cruel gossamer threads pull taut around his wrist, digging into flesh, and the searing pain tears a loud whimper from his throat. His skin feels oddly warm, pulsing underneath the silk like a spreading infection. Still he tries again, again, again, until his clothes tear at the seams and the white silk finds skin between ripped cloth. Then he can’t move at all, helplessly ensnared.
San’s panicked thoughts dart back to those soldiers, praying to whatever gods that will listen for them to give chase after all. Rather a knife at his throat than—
The trees rustle.
San’s muscles freeze up, though it makes no difference in his predicament. He can barely even move his head to look around, at the ancient trees with their thick branches that grew twisted and knotted around themselves, casting gristly shadows.
The smell of rotten wood is pierced by something sharper, older, and San’s stomach turns with a roiling wave of nausea when the foliage rustles — and a lone long spiderleg slowly curls into view.
It's black and spindly and far far larger than it has any right to be, almost of an height with San. It’s not real, his panicked mind revolts. This can't be real. Just a trick of the shadows, a hallucination conjured by panic. But reality cruelly ignores his desperate delusion as a second spiderleg pushes the cover of leafs aside. Terror chokes San’s whimpers in his throat as the creature reveals herself to the idiot who stumbled into her lair.
Half human, half monster, equally ethereal and grotesque; just like in the tales San’s grannie told him as a child. The tales of Seonghwa, mother of spiders.
San stares wide-eyed at her monstrous half, how her swollen, bulbous abdomen heaves with heavy breaths. Eight spindly legs are connected to her hardened thorax, along with two fuzzy pedipalps that reach out to San.
"N-no nono no don't, don't," he tries to jerk away from the appendages, but the web traps him helplessly in place. San whines pitifully as the coarse bristles brush against his face in a soft caress to get a feel of his smell. Seonghwa moans out a pleased sigh at what she finds, a wide smile spreading across her pretty lips.
That is perhaps the worst part of her. The human part.
How the spider’s hard carapace blends into soft flesh with a greyish hue, a human torso protruding from where its mouth should be. Her flat stomach leading up into small, shapely breasts, up to her long neck and and a face of ethereal beauty, her long glossy hair slicked back. San is struck with sudden vertigo as he looks into her eyes, utterly black with no whites. His head spins like he could tip over and fall into those eyes and their endless dark void.
She skitters closer on those eight long legs, and even Seonghwa’s web can’t stop San’s trembling as her colossal form towers over him.
“Such a tasty treat you are,” the monster admires, her smile widening with jagged teeth as she caresses the exposed parts of his chest with her pedipalps. “Been so long since a human visited me… How lucky I am, for a sweet thing like you to find me. So healthy and strong.”
“P-please, let me go,” San whimpers, the silk burning against his throat with every word. “You n-need something to eat? I can help, I'm a hunter, I can catch you something else!” (A poacher, actually, which is exactly what had gotten him in trouble with those soldiers. The local noble does not take kindly to poachers, even when they’re just trying to feed their starving family.) “I can catch you anything you like, anything, so please, please just—”
But Seonghwa has no ear for his begging. She tugs at a few loose strings of silk, adjusting them with a practised touch. The snares cut tighter into San’s skin as the web is raised up higher, his feet lifted off the forest floor as he’s suspended spread-eagled in the air.
“Ah, ahh, hm it hurts, it hurts,” he whimpers, blood seeping into the silk around his wrists as they’re forced to carry his weight. Tears spring in his eyes, fear and pain wetting his cheeks. “Please, please I’ll do anything, just let me go, it hurts, please.”
“Don’t worry, my sweet,” Seonghwa coos over him, cupping his cheeks with taloned hands. “It won’t hurt much longer.”
Her scent invades San’s nostrils, heady sweetness with something sick and rotten hidden underneath. He almost gags on the smell, shuddering when Seonghwa’s long tongue darts out to catch his tears, while the spinnerets on her abdomen twitch into movement as they weave fresh silk.
She leisurely licks up the salty wet on his cheek as she takes the silk into her hands. “Made these special for you, my pretty mate,” she murmurs in his ear. “I’ll make it all feel good, don’t you worry.”
“M-mate?” San chokes out in distress. “What are you talki–ngh—!”
The monster with the face of a beautiful human binds San’s shoulders and thighs, trapping him more securely in her web. San whines at how the threads press against his scratched up skin through his ripped clothes, at the heat sinking into his veins. His breath shallows at the odd burn of this new silk, filling him with a dizzying ache. Fever scorches through his bloodstream, melting him from the inside out with need.
He gasps when Seonghwa cradles his head in a gentle hold. The touch sets his skin alight with a sudden, unwelcome burst of pleasure.
"Wait, w-wait," San starts, distress budding inside him — but the fever smothers his addled thoughts, drowning out everything except Seonghwa’s hand on his cheek and that aching heat. A flush creeps up his neck and across his face, a low moan escaping him when the spider’s pedipalp drags up his leg, from his ankle all the way to his inner thigh. San trembles as his fevered blood rushes down to the sudden pressure against his crotch. W-why. Why…does it feel good…?
“See?” Seonghwa hums at him, running her talons through San’s hair. “I promised, didn’t I? I’ll take care of you.”
Tears spring into San’s eyes as he weakly shakes his head, but it’s harder and harder to remember why he should fight this. Why he doesn’t want this.
His ensnared hips instinctively try to buck into Seonghwa’s touch, his thoughts disjointed, slow like a thick syrup as she envelopes him with the dizzying cloyness of her scent. Soon, he doesn’t know anymore why he ever thought of that sweet scent as anything but heavenly. He doesn’t know why he was afraid.
He doesn’t know why he isn’t kissing her.
N-no, why…
He has to kiss her.
Please. Please…
Thoughtless with need, San cranes his head to do just so — but the silks around his neck and tangled in his hair pull taut, cruelly holding Seonghwa’s lips barely a breath away. With a pitiful, desperate moan San struggles against his restraints; not to break free, only to touch the enrapturing creature before him.
Seonghwa chitters a laugh at San’s fumbled attempts to reach her. “What’s your name, sweetling?” she asks, tipping his chin up with a curl of her talon.
“San,” he sobs in answer, not understanding why she does not help him. “I’m San.” The pressure against his cock is maddening, clammy sweat running down his face. He thinks he might be dying, he’ll die if he does not kiss her. “Please, please,” he groans, wiggling uselessly in her web. Why doesn’t she kiss him?
Seonghwa makes a pleased noise at how quickly the aphrodisiac takes hold of her mate. He truly is a cute one, this San, squirming so sweetly in her silken grasp. She sighs out his name, the taste of it delectable on her tongue. She wants to taste more of him.
San moans in relief when Seonghwa leans in to press a soft kiss on his lips, his shudder vibrating through the strings of her web. Eagerly his mouth opens to her, pliant and just as hungry as she when her long tongue flicks against his. She dives deep, gagging him on her tongue until spittle dribbles down his chin, drawing choked noises from his throat, probing and tasting.
Everything she finds only wets her appetite even more, and she pulls back to suckle and nip at the softness of her mate’s bottom lip. He whines at her, and Seonghwa can’t find it in her to resist taking a bite at her mate’s pretty, pouty lips. A deep, hard bite.
Skin tears away under her sharp teeth. San whimpers in pain, blood trickling down his chin. Seonghwa moans as she swallows the piece of meat, savoury and rich down her throat. Hunger flares as San’s flesh settles in her stomach, but Seonghwa soothes it away for now. San is her mate before he is her meal, and she always takes good care of her mates — especially one as strong and pretty as San, with his sharply chiselled features and gentle eyes.
Her tongue slides back into his mouth, plunging deep, coated with his blood. San chokes on it with a sick wet noise, the web shuddering as his throat spasms.
Seonghwa coos at his teary eyes, running her hands over his convulsing chest to soothe him. She rips away the remainder of his clothes, shaky moans falling past his torn lips as her talons graze over the swell of his firm chest, scraping his small dark nipples. San pants against her mouth, squirming needily as her hand reaches further down. Already he is hard and leaking for her, so close to giving Seonghwa all what she wants.
She strokes him slowly, thumbing at his slit just to tease out more of the glistening shine that leaks from his cockhead. “Yes, that’s it,” she purrs at his choked up moans. “Don’t hold back now, sweetling, give me everything. Show me how well I’m taking care of you.”
“S-so good,” he whimpers out in slurred speech while Seonghwa sucks at his bottom lip, drawing blood from the wound into her mouth. “Please, ngh, please, I don’t understand, wha—hmnah—what’s happen–hnh!”
San makes a startled noise when Seonghwa spits down on his cock, slicking him up with a mixture of saliva and blood, translucent and bright red fluids mingled together.
“You don’t have to understand, my pretty thing,” she smiles, all jagged teeth and elongated canines as she tenderly cups his cheek with her free hand. “Just let it happen, that’s all you have to do.”
Suspended in the air, San has little choice but to obey while Seonghwa ravishes his incapacitated body. But wilfully he surrenders to her anyway, matching her hungry kisses in fervour, gasping as she nips at his bleeding lip. Her spinnerets weave busily, pedipalps working to wrap San’s limbs in more of her silk, more of her aphrodisiac. A haze draws over San’s eyes as the chemicals drown his brain in pleasure, his jaw falling slack while Seonghwa licks into his mouth and strokes him until he’s shaking and sobbing.
Enjoying his snivelled whimpers too much to muffle them, Seonghwa breaks the kiss and leaves a trail of pecks down his neck and to his chest, where his heartbeat pounds underneath her lips.
“C-close, I’m– I’m—” he mewls. Seonghwa can smell the blood rushing through his body, and she stops resisting her hunger. “Mhm, ah ahh!”
San cries out when sharp teeth sink into his chest. He moans in confusion, the blissful haze of the silken aphrodisiac colliding with the pain of long canines piercing his skin. Seonghwa rips a mouthful of flesh away, groaning as blood gushes from the wound into her mouth.
Her eyes roll to the back of her head as she sinks deeper, revelling in the rich flavours of him. Good, he tastes so good, writhing and moaning in her hold. Fondness bursts through Seonghwa for her lovely mate, who sates all her appetites so beautifully. She moves her hand faster around his twitching cock as San’s breath hitches, her name high and shaky on his lips until his throat chokes up, hips bucking as finally he spills his coveted seed.
It comes in long, messy spurts, but Seonghwa is ready and waiting, catching every valuable drop with a piece of silk on her pedipalps. She wrests all she can from her mate, kissing and sucking and biting all over his chest, tearing flesh and skin while her hand never stops to show her devotion to San’s pleasure, until his trembling stutters and he pitifully sobs through another release. She still does not stop.
While she patiently waits for San to give her more, Seonghwa’s pedipalps bring the seed-stained silk down to her epigyne, implanting herself with his essence.
She moans at how he fills her up; his seed safe in her abdomen and his flesh warm in her mouth, her stomach. He whines and bucks as she pumps his cock with purposeful strokes, while her other hand rips into him with taloned fingers, in search for the most luscious parts of him. Weak whimpers turn into wet gurgles, even as San comes a third time, though there is not much left in him.
He fills her. Lost in ecstasy, Seonghwa shudders at how he twitches and moans whenever her talons dig into his torso. Blood trickles down her chin and neck, onto her breasts, flesh giving way under her sharp fangs. He fills her. Stuffing her full with sublime pleasure, her stomach distended. He goes still. Seonghwa continues her feast, fervidly ravishing her perfect mate with teeth and tongue and talons until he has satisfied her every craving.
Sated and tired, Seonghwa finally cradles San’s pale face and kisses his lips, savouring their lingering warmth. She runs her talons over his jaw, tenderly admiring the handsome lines of his face. Their children will be beautiful, this she knows for certain.
With a gentle touch, Seonghwa uses the eviscerated remains of San’s gut to create a safe cavity for her eggs. Hundreds she lays inside of him, sweetly kissing his bloody lips until her ovary is emptied, all eggs now held safely in his body. Their brood will know their father. She weaves more silk around him, until he’s almost fully engulfed by her webs.
Seonghwa leaves his face uncovered for last. She presses a final kiss to San’s forehead, filled with reverent gratitude for his gift to her. “Thank you,” she whispers to her mate. “You did well.”