Stay there and listen

Duncan is quite certain he heard something. Standing there, naked, he realizes he is not exactly in the best position to defend himself. He looks around and spots a fallen tree and decides to duck behind it to take cover and hope that whoever — or whatever — is pursuing him will pass him by.

Just as he ducks behind the tree, the sound of rustling branches grows louder. He looks in that direction, and to his horror, he sees Madam Banntrach emerge. She is covered in her cloak, but Duncan can see all of her six arms at work, holding branches out of the way as she pursues him.

He shudders to think that just a few minutes earlier, he was entwined in those arms as he fucked her in the dusty confines of her barn. As enjoyable as the experience was, his blood ran cold now at the thought of how close he came to becoming the latest victim of this humanoid black widow. How many times had his father warned him that his cock would lead him into trouble?

His father.... Duncan crowned, remembering Banntrach’s revelation that King Malcolm is not his real father. Something about that just didn’t ring true to him, but she seemed to know intimate details about him that made it impossible to discount her words.

His ruminations are interrupted as Madam Banntrach abruptly stops in her pursuit and stands still, listening. Duncan gets the sense that she is feeling the ground itself with her feet, sensing the vibrations of a silken spiderweb after an unsuspecting fly as gotten entangled.

“Why do you run, little prince?” hisses Banntrach. “You have a promise to keep. I am in need of your seed, and you cannot sent me my next brood of spiderlings.”

Duncan shivers — partly due to the chill of the air against his bare, perspiration-covered skin — but more because of the ominous hiss of her voice.

“I know you can hear me, boy!” she says, turning her head and looking around her. “You were so close to releasing your seed in me; come and join with me and finish what you started.”

If anyone had ever suggested to Duncan that he would be resisting an invitation to screw a sexy MILF, he would have scoffed at the idea. Say what you will about Madam Banntrach’s post-coital peculiarities, but she was, in fact, a very exciting lay. Had it not been for the fact that Duncan had grown rather fond of having a heartbeat, nothing would have prevented him from finishing the act of copulation.

Banntrach was standing stark still. Occasionally her eyes would dart from one side to the other, but otherwise she made no motion whatsoever. Duncan likewise held still, not even daring to breathe. The two remained this way for long minutes, each waiting out the other.

When he could hold his breath no longer, Duncan let the air out of his lungs as slowly as possible, hoping not to make a sound. It was not silent enough. With lightning-fast reflexes, Banntrach spung in his direction, her eyes focused on the spot where he was hidden.

“There you are, my little prince!” She took a step toward him, and Duncan stood, ready to bolt. His knees were so numb from prolonged squatting, that they did not seem to want to respond.

“I will have your seed, youngling,” she said. “It is so much more effective — and pleasant — if we do it the old fashioned way, but if you insist on being difficult, I’ll harvest your sperm from your testicles with a paring knife. Now, which way shall it be?”

Duncan banished the horrid thought of any sharp object getting close to his crotch. He stepped back and prepared to run, only to get his foot entangled in a branch. Before he could right himself, he found himself flat on his back, looking up at the fierce expression of Madam Banntrach.

Her mouth pulled up at the edges in a satisfied, cruel smile. “Why did you have to make this so difficult? We were having such a good time, and you had to ruin it by running off. No matter.... It’s time we ended this here and now.”

Banntrach throws off her cloak, revealing her naked body. Stepping over Duncan’s body, she positions herself to lower her crotch onto his. Duncan’s mind tells him to run, but in looking into her eyes, he finds himself somehow paralyzed by a hypnotic, terrifying ****.

Even as he fights against forces he does not understand, he can’t help but wonder how she thinks he’s going to be able to get it up under these circumstances. For the first time in his memory, Duncan does not have an erection while in the presence of a naked woman who wants to fuck. For that matter, it’s one of the few times he hasn’t had an erection in the presence of any woman — naked or not, horny or not.

He focuses his mind and energy into one last attempt at escape.