Chapter 213: Feast in silk(18+)
The air outside the nest was sharp and damp, the kind of thick forest humidity that clung to the skin and made every breath feel heavy. Lyssra led the way along the thick silk rope-bridges that webbed between the trees, her abdomen swaying behind her, her human half bare and streaked with drying cum. Behind her, the rest of the brood followed, still marked from the nest — thighs trembling, chitin smeared, their scent heavy and hot in the night air.
Allen moved in the center, a predator among predators, his steps silent despite the damp leaves. He could feel their eyes on him, every brood-sister’s attention tuned sharp to his movements. The hunt wasn’t just about food tonight. This was a show — a public claiming that would leave every spider in this forest knowing who commanded the brood.
They found the first prey easily — a scaled forest stag grazing in a clearing, its eyes clouded from the brood’s pheromone-laced scent. Lyssra hissed, the sound sharp and low, and the sisters fanned out, moving along the branches overhead with impossible speed. Allen didn’t bother with stealth. He stepped into the clearing, locking eyes with the stag. It froze.
From above, the brood descended in a blur of chitin and silk. Threads shot out, wrapping the stag’s legs and neck, yanking it down into the damp leaves. It thrashed once before Allen’s hand closed on its antlers, forcing its head down. "Hold it," he ordered.
The sisters obeyed instantly, their limbs pinning it. Allen didn’t waste a moment. He pressed himself against its flank, not to kill it, but to mark it — a slow, deliberate grind of his still-hard cock against its quivering side, smearing the scent of the nest onto the animal. The sisters hissed approval, their bodies tightening with the same heat they showed in the lair.
But this was only the first.
They dragged the stag into a larger clearing where other prey had already been caught — two doe-like creatures bound in thick silk, a small clutch of wild boar squealing against their restraints. The air here was thicker with pheromones than the nest, the musk of arousal layered over the fear of prey. The brood formed a loose ring around Allen, their eyes reflecting moonlight, their bodies shifting restlessly.
"On your knees," he told them. Every sister obeyed, chitin clicking as they lowered themselves, their human halves tilting forward, slick and ready. Allen stepped to the first — the pale-shelled sister he’d used in the lair — and took her by the hair, guiding her mouth to him. She opened eagerly, tongue sliding over him as he looked past her to the rest, making sure they saw the way she worked for him.
When he pulled free, he didn’t give her time to breathe. He turned to the next, driving into her from behind, his hips slamming into the soft seam of her lower half until fluid spilled down her legs. Around them, the others began touching themselves, their mandibles clicking, the sound mixing with the prey’s muffled cries.
Lyssra moved in beside him, her voice a low purr. "They want you to breed them in front of the prey," she whispered. "They want the hunt to end in heat."
Allen’s grin was pure threat. "Then they’ll get it."
He made them line up, every brood-sister bent forward with their spider halves spread, their glistening seams exposed to the night air. He moved down the line without pause, using each one in turn — short, hard thrusts that left them gasping and dripping before he moved to the next. By the third, the prey had stopped struggling, the air so thick with sex that even the boars were twitching with confused arousal.