An eternity spent preying upon unfortunate wanderers

Yes. This suits you. This body, these desires. Your master has been gone for a very long time and a hungry itch, a craving to breed, sends you out of his lair for the first time in as long as you can remember. Or do you remember? There was some former life, with two legs and a human cunt, before you were used again and again and began your transformation.

"Weak flesssh," you hiss, tasting the tang of venom in your mouth. "Now I am strong."

You launch yourself into the smoke clouded night, many limbs ticking over the stones along the shore. The ship you recall has long ago departed on some journey, its mooring ropes lie discarded on the shore like the fat intestines of a giant. You lift them to your nose and smell the hands that pulled them. The two-legged slaves were here. Pretty and soft. You experience a pang of disappointment that they are not here now to be mated with and maybe devoured.

The distant volcano rumbles and fire flashes in the dark clouds that fill the sky. Burning meteors smash into the distant wasteland. Within those stones, you recall, a succulent cargo of flesh. Your legs click and you set off again, away from the lake, hunting now for any sign of prey.

You find it climbing a dune. A blue-haired elf girl and a dark skinned man helping her up the shifting sands. They look fearfully in your direction and redouble their efforts to escape. You smile and run your tongue over your venomous fangs.

There will be no escape for these two. Your powerful body is much faster and lighter on the wasteland dunes. You stalk behind them and snatch the man into your arms. You've bitten him and injected poison into his neck before you even understand what your primal instincts are demanding you to do. You leave him convulsing on the sands and pursue the elf girl.

"Please! Don't do this!" she begs. Her begging only sweetens your victory as you cage her beneath your body and claim her tight channel with your inhuman cock. She moans and whimpers as you drive in and out of her and finally erupt into her womb. You have not mastered weaving cocoons so you drain the life **** of the man right there where the whimpering woman can see and then sling her across your back and return to your lair.

You fantasize of breeding her, and you do mate with her again and again, but in time your hunger takes over and you drain her life ****, leaving a shriveled husk behind with those desiccated corpses left by your master.

Who you were before disappears with each body you claim with your cock and with each soft, sweet human you drain of life. You web several whimpering girl things in your lair and watch them swell. Your cock nourishes them. Your breasts nourish them. They feed you when you are hungry with their dwindling essence. They birth countless scurrying spiderlings.

Madness is sanity in this land. Giving over to your inner instinct, to your hungers and lusts, you rule the dunes for many years. Perhaps decades.

But there is always a larger predator in the wasteland. The flying thing swoops down from the smoke above when you are hunting. You have just enough time to turn and see its vicious talons screaming towards you. It is like a fleshless bird that trails long tentacles behind it. These lash out and pull you into its talons, which rend the life from your body.

You let out a last gasp of malevolent life as your broken body is carried through the smoke. Before the darkness comes you see the squawking offspring of this huge beast and you know you will be their meal.

How fortunate for you that you do not live to experience that.