No choice but to jump for it.

You steel yourself and leap from the large root of this enormous tree to the forest below. You hit the branches with a crunch.

And another.

And another.

you scraped and bruised on your plummet which stops suddenly and painlessly.

you have landed in some kind of net.

a sticky net.

oh.

with a dawning sense of dread you realize you are suspended in a giant spider's web. You thrash against your bonds but to no avail.

Great, well at least it wasn't a boring ten minutes before you die.

You feel the web tremble and vibrate.

"Oh me, oh my, what are YOU, little Fly?" A low female voice eminates from above you. You twist your head to get a better look at your captor. You stare into the cool blue eyes of an incredibly beautiful but disconncertingly porcelain like face. Your mouth goes dry as you note the very sharp looking teeth she has as she talks.

"What manner of creature are you?" You shiver as her long fingers trace across your bare chest. She pauses to roll your nipple between her fingers. "No breasts to speak of, and yet..."

Her long rough tongue dives into your mouth as she pulls you into a kiss. She breaks away just as suddenly as she started it

"Delicious but very, very strange." She wipes her lips and gives you a long puzzled look but the droning buzz of the bee girls hits your ears again.

"Oh dear, stay put, I'll go chase off those pests." She deftly climbs up a nearby tree allowing you to see her fully. The spider woman has the torso and upper body of what you consider a human but her lower body is that of some manner of spider, although all of it is a pristine white chitin with light blue markings, her hair falls in four complex braids down her toned back.

You see her hide in some of the upper branches, somehow her brilliant carapace shifting to resemble light filtering through the trees.

Three of the bee women burst through the canopy and scan around. It takes them little time to spot you in your exposed, spread eagle, state.

Two of them dart down towards you but the third seems hesitant, you know, for good reason.

Then, it happens in a blur.

The spider drops, landing atop one of the pursuers while ensnaring another in a lasso of web. A fevered whirl of activity happens as the three combatants fall. By the time they hit the spanning web, one bee women is swaddled in the trap layers silk while the other is locked in the spiders arms. She struggles for a second before the Spider woman bites into her neck, blueish liquid trickling from the oversized fangs of the arachnid. After what took no more than a few seconds, two bee women are incapacitated and trapped in the web.

The Spider woman leisurely wipes her mouth and looks up to the more cautios member of the fliers.

"This rare moursel is mine, come sacrifice more of your sisters if you please." She calls up in a growling challenge.

The bee woman glares and turns to go before pausing.

"Fine, but tell me this, what manner of creature is it? The hive has no memory of such a scent, be it threat or prey." Her voice hard, like someone who has lost too many.

The spider seems genuinely surprised.

"Oh? You lot get into everything. I do not know yet, but come later with a gift and I shall tell you what I learn." Comes her reply.

The bee woman nods before giving you a cold look, probably for the loss of her sisters, before darting back above the trees.

The spider woman turns back and, with a very practiced hand, spins out thread to bind the two unconscious forms firmly to her net before turning back to you.

"Fucking useless boon" you grumble to yourself, thinking of the psychopomps declaration that the celestial gift would give you a fighting chance.

The Spider woman straddles you easily before laying across your chest, her breasts surprisingly soft as they press into you as she comes face to face.

"Prey, tell me of your kind, I might want to find where your people dwell if they be as..." she takes a minute to huff the nape of your nape and run her tongue along your jawline. "Intoxicating as thee."

You find yourself more annoyed than scared, and a little aroused, if you are honest with yourself, but you see an opportunity.

"I am one of a kind, dropped here by a wandering... spirit? Diety? I dunno, but an asshole for putting me pretttymuch in a death trap. Anyway, my home is far, far away, on another world in fact and I am pretty sure there's no going back." You muse, dejectedly.

The spider woman nods, seemingly convinced by your honestly.

"Well, I shall not waste any more time, I want to savor every bite of you..." she grins wickedly and opens her mouth wide, her rows of blue white fangs shimmer in the light.

"Wait! You are really going to eat a one-of-a-kind creature?" You ask in desperation.

"Oh course! I am a simple woman." She chuckles and bites into your neck.

There is a flicker of pain but it vanishes almost instantly. The woman pulls back, shocked. Your turn your head and there is no bite mark, just some of her venom trickling down your sholder. Come to think of it, you aren't even sore from hitting the trees on your fall. The spider woman curiously extends a talon and sharply cuts your forearm. It heals in the blink of an eye, not even a drop of blood to show where she had struck.

"What in Shamda's name are you?" She says in quiet wonder.

You feel a tingle in your jaw, and, with a gentle probing tongue, you note that your canines have just grown a little.

Holy fuck. Do I have super healing and can absorb venoms? Okay, maybe not a bad boon at all.

"Listen, first off what's your name?" You ask, speaking with more confidence than any naked, restrained person has ever said to a large killer spider woman.

She looks you in the eyes for real this time.

"I am Kashi, Third clutch mother of the White Weaver Tribe, and Entrance Guardian of the Great Mother Tree's Fifth Dungeon." She says with a fair bit of pride.

You nod.

"Cool deal, well, Kashi, I am formerly simple human, deposited onto your planet with a boon from, what I assume, may have been a drunk god. I bear you no ill will, and since eating me obviously isn't going to work because I can heal faster than you can bite or cut, why don't we try to work out a deal?"

She nods.

"Maybe... Human, you said? Maybe, Human, maybe but there's more than one way to play with prey and fighting always gets me excited."

A flash of panic hits you as she quickly stands, turns 180 degrees, and, for the first time, you see what she is packing. It's probably about a full foot long, almost fang shaped cock. It has a long gentle curve to it and it is positively drooling precum.

You start to protest but, with the speed and aim of an expert, she hilts her cock in your open mouth with a single thrust.

It tastes strange. Oddly floral but with a faint spiced undertone that you can't place. Thankfully it is not wide enough to suffocate you, and unbidden you start sucking on her, oddly enjoying the taste of her.

"Oh! Oh my, eager prey! I, ah, haven't had willing, uhm, participants, AH, before. Ah Yes, just like that, mmmmmmmf." She whimpers and begins slowly humping your face.

So she has only had bitter death rape sex? Fuck that's sad/terrifying. Well, you start enjoying yourself, happy to show her a good time. Who knows, earning some good will might translate into some kind of freedoms.

You lap and bob your head, as best as you can while restrained, as she trembles and shivers from your ministrations.

She pauses for a moment, her cock pulled mostly out. Your tongue finds a small ridge that you presume to be the cock head on her thin, tapered member, and you go to town on it. Flicking your tongue along it, suckling it, kissing the tip and darting your tongue tip into her hole, sounding her slightly.

You feel two hands clamp onto your head and her wavering voice whispers.

"Don't stop.... please...."

You smile to yourself, in a world of unhappy, survival sex, your skills will be like the Renaissance.

You resume slathering her tip with attention and she roars in pleasure.

She is lost in her orgasm as she slams down and pours her distinct flavored cum down your gullet. Five strong spouts of the floral essence and she wobbles, then gingerly lays atop you. Her breath heaving and her cock still locked in place by your suckling lips.

She writhes meekly.

"No.... stop.... uuuhn."

You ignore her, and continue to coax her over-stimulated rod for more. You have a odd hunger inside you, you want more. You are probably the first human ever to taste futa spider cock so you are gonna get every drop, dammit.

You milk her dry as she protests, her body twitching feverishly and you nurse another orgasm from her unprepared dick.

You relent when it softens completely and you have been toying with it, now a forth it's previous size, in your mouth. Rolling it around your mouth and drawing the last drops from it. You finally release it, giving it a little parting kiss and Kashi groans loudly, rolling over onto her back.