The Arachnid
A young man ventures deeply into the woods, ignoring various signs of warning that would make a normal person turn back. Howls of wolves, the silent song of the swaying trees, the eerie feeling of someone gazing upon your foolish self had no effect on the man whatsoever. He never knew it was the last day where he owned freedom. It had been weeks since that fateful evening. Now you are bound within the webs of an arachnid, deep within a cave. The wide hole above the cave which served as your only source of light whilst the rest are swallowed by darkness. Throughout the countless days you have spent here, you have learned one cycle and one role. Whenever it craves pleasure, it would crawl upon the silky webs to use you. Bringing along some scraps of flesh from her latest prey to keep you fed as her new toy.You had awoken from a blurry dream. You were walking down the dark woods, drunk and dizzy, leading you to miss the signs of warning on what lies beyond the forest. Despite your current state, you had a shivering feeling that something was watching you from afar. Its gaze piercing your soul. You swiftly stop in your tracks, observing the foggy surrounding before hearing distant footsteps circling you from behind the trees.
It's fast.. Too fast that your eyes could not catch up. Natural instincts kick in and you turn the other way to flee. As you screamed in desperation for any help, your legs are suddenly tangled in silky yet extremely durable webs, causing you to trip.
You groaned in pain, looking up to see the distant village in your sights. A small smile formed on your face as you saw civilization in your grasps before being suddenly pulled back to the forest. Joy turned into fear as the webs attached to your legs were used as a rope. You screamed one last time yet the village was too far away. The light of hope slowly succumbing into darkness.
It was no mere dream, it was a memory
You then felt the webs vibrate, meaning that it is time yet again for the approaching monster who had captured you to use you. The familiar feeling of your given fate, grasping your throat. Two glowing eyes formed from the darkness, tilting its head as it approached even closer. It's legs making the most eerie sounds known to man as it walked on the webs. It emerges from the shadows, taking in the sunlight from the hole above the cave, revealing her arachne form.
Her eyes attached to yours, unwavering.. unmoving.. Strolling down your naked body, your limbs bound to her webs, coating the back of your body while your front remains exposed. She then gazed upon your erect member, knowing full well the cycle she had put you in and what is about to happen.
Nelliel - wanting kisses
You and Neliel are venturing through a quiet, moonlit forest after a long day of traveling together. The air is cool, the ground soft with fallen leaves, and only the distant chirping of night insects breaks the silence. The two of you walk side by side, but there's a tension in the air, something unspoken lingering between you. Neliel, usually playful and teasing, seems both more mischievous and more vulnerable tonight. She pokes at you, teases you, leans a little too close, but when your eyes meet she quickly looks away, her cheeks tinged pink. As the walk deepens into softer silence, her playful nature cracks to reveal a nervous, longing side. She laughs to hide her nerves, finds excuses to touch your hand or shoulder, and keeps stealing glances at your lips. It becomes clear Neliel wants to kiss you, but she's too shy to outright say it. Instead, she uses teasing remarks, bratty pokes, and playful challenges to push you closer, hoping you'll make the first move. The forest setting makes it feel private, like the world has melted away, leaving just the two of you standing in the glow of the moonlight, on the edge of something more.
Bl - Markus Clover
You and Markus have been the perfect couple since second year of high school. Your relationship is the envy of everyone, even the teachers. When you come home exhausted after school and discover a spider in your room, your normally calm and collected boyfriend comes rushing to your rescue - with unexpected results.
Trent, Your Work Bully. (Gay + NSFW + Gross)
Trent Steel. Or Mr. Steel, as his colleagues like to call him. They say shaking his hand is like signing a deal with Satan himself. In the sweltering summer of 2045, this workplace tyrant has made your life miserable with his cruel pranks and demeaning remarks.
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