Several days later...

The spider poison would certainly have killed a mortal woman. Even as you are, your body has a difficult time fighting off the venom. Your consciousness flashes in and out, and you're largely unaware of the passage of time. It could be hours, or days, or longer. Wild hallucinations haunt your dreams. You're back in the abbey, a human again. You join your sisters morning prayer, but their bellies begin to swell unnaturally. Hideous spider-monsters erupt from their bodies in gory explosions, and you flee from them until your belly begins to swell also... you become too massive to run any further, and you can feel the spider eggs begin to burst inside your body...

You're awakened by the feeling of **** discomfort between your thighs. You're still trapped in the cocoon-like web, but you can see that your stomach has grown substantially. What? How did that... No! You don't want to give birth to spider monsters! Your screams are muffled by web wrapped all around you, and no one pays any heed to the thrashing motion coming from within your silk coffin.

Discomfort follows discomfort as something tries to squeeze its way out of you. You're giving birth... it isn't quite what you expected, but you're not quite normal anymore. There's never what you might call pain, but the labor exhausts you nonetheless, and you pass out before you're able to witness your progeny.

The next moment of awareness isn't quite lucid, but isn't a dream either, as far as you can tell. You feel warm, wet lips wrapped around your nipple, and your milk is flowing freely into a mouth that is distinctly not spider-like. It feels comfortable, maternal, and you fade again without really understanding where you are or what's happening.

Another dream... it must be a dream. You're wrapped up in an all consuming-haze and powerful, masculine arms. You're crushed against a body that dwarfs your own. Your lover's mouth is kissing yours as passionately as you've ever fantasized, relentlessly, so that you never have a chance to get a good look at your partner. His hips drive his cock into you with thrusts determined to drill right through your body. By the feeling of it, you imagine he might - you're still inexperienced, all things considered, but that doesn't mean you can't appreciate how well he's stretching your pussy, or how the tip of his tool is tickling the top of your womb.

Your hips buck frantically when his molten seed erupts, encouraging him to spill more, more, more of his thick, steaming load inside your fertile belly. There's nowhere for your lover to go, so he never stops fucking into you, even while he continues to pump your depths overfull. It doesn't take long for his potent cream to begin sluicing out of your packed pussy to run freely over your thighs and backside. You simply squeeze your legs tighter around him, scream your daemonic lust into his lips, and ride out the pleasure until it steals your senses again...

When you truly awaken, you find yourself once more on the forest floor, wrapped warmly in the arms of the powerful daemon from your dreams. It was difficult to size him up then, but your vague recollections of the strange ordeal provide enough evidence for your instincts to confirm your suspicions. There's something about the scent of him, the feel of his ruddy hide, and... an odd kinship that extends beyond both being daemon-blooded.

He's an attractive enough specimen of manhood that you'd certainly have lusted for him even as a innocent. His shape is human, mostly, but he's much larger than any mortal man, at least a couple heads taller than you, and muscles ripple beneath his dark-red skin. His face is handsome, feral. He lacks hair anywhere on his body, giving you an unobstructed view of his impressive virility. Horns pierce his skull all around his head like a crown, and a long, barbed tail reassure you that it is indeed a daemon, however.

In fact, he reminds you quite a bit of the imp that took your virginity, only super-sized...

The daemon's eyes flicker open and stare up at you, lovingly. They're the same piercing blue as yours. "Hello, mother."

A rush of emotions boil up inside you, but the feeling that trumps the others, at least for now, is elation. Not only were you somehow spared from the spiders, but your own child has rescued you somehow... but how could this all be? How much time could have passed for you to have borne your offspring, and then for him fully grow? Indra had suggested the pregnancy would be much quicker than a mortal child, but...

Oh no... Indra!