Chapter 207: Cocoon
The descent into the Hollow Nest was silent, except for the soft clicks of spider legs brushing stone and the wet suck of humid air. Syza led them with an elegant, hypnotic sway to her hips, her body glistening with a faint sheen, half-silk and half-flesh. The spiderkin around them crawled along walls, upside-down on the ceilings, even slipping between cracks with unnatural grace. None dared speak, and not one of them met Allen’s eyes.
Rinni clung to his side, her arms wrapped around his waist, her nose buried in the hem of his coat. "I don’t like how quiet it is," she whispered. "It’s like they’re scared of something."
"They are," Fina muttered, stalking just ahead of them, her claws clicking against the obsidian floor. "And we haven’t even seen it yet."
Allen walked with slow purpose, every step echoing with thick power. He liked this. The reverence. The fear. It meant they knew. Even if they didn’t understand what was coming, they could feel it. Something old was shifting. Something buried wasn’t going to stay buried much longer.
The passage widened.
They stepped into a vast chamber, hollowed like a womb from the stone, layered in massive webbing as thick as bark. Pale light trickled from fungus clumps above, giving the space an eerie glow. And in the center, suspended in a shimmering web cocoon larger than a house, was her.
The Webmother.
Her body stretched across the cocoon, half-curled in slumber. Skin the color of moonlight, cracked in places with glowing blue veins. Her lower half was monstrous—long, thick spider legs wrapped in black fur and armored segments, but her upper body was achingly beautiful. Full breasts, soft lips, cascading hair like flowing ink. Her abdomen slowly pulsed, like a living egg sac swollen with generations of venom and secrets.
"She’s been asleep for centuries," Syza whispered, reverent. "Waiting for you to break her open."
Allen’s cock twitched at that, a slow, heavy rise that had Rinni’s breath catching and Fina shooting her a look. The catkin leaned in, brushing her lips along Allen’s neck.
"You gonna fuck a goddess now?" she murmured, playful but dark. "Or are you gonna make her beg first?"
Allen grinned.