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He waves you off with a wave of his hand. You are about to ask where to go when you realize you know this place like you have lived centuries within its walls. So without waiting, you leave. You zoom past the guards and camps of the dark lords other minions indifferently. Orcs and goblins watch you as zoom by. The goblins you pass are both intimidated and turned on by you eyeing your exposed breasts. You pay them no mind. You only stop when you are heading down an empty corridor and you get the chilling feeling of being watched. You come to a stop and look around. You are frustrated to be on uneven terms. Until a cute voice rings out, "Up here silly." You look up to see a small human or what appears to be a human with eyes like yours, standing on the ceiling and looking down at you, despite the fact that she is on the ceiling the dress she is wearing and her supple breast (much larger than her form should have) acted as though she were on the ground or gravity is reversed. Only when she smiles do you see her fangs. Vampire!, you think though you have no idea how you know. She asked in what is the absolute cutest voice, "Oooo you're new! I haven't seen you around before. You look yummy, do you want to play?" she asked with a giggle. You remain silent not sure whether you were being threatened or that it was an invitation. She giggles and coos, "Not a talker huh? It's OK, you probably got some dumb test to ace. We can play later! Don't worry though, I'll find you." with that, she disappears into the shadows behind her and you feel a cold chill and decide to go on your way.
As you creep through the underbelly of the fortress you consider leaving through the same way the would-be heroes came, but decided against it. You are still no match for the dark lord and by yourself outside, you would be ****. As you search for your prey, you take a liking to the tunnels and dungeons. They have high vaulted ceilings and hidden alcoves and rooms. It will make a nice lair. You find the biggest room it is long and rectangular with many pillars, you will be able to make rooms by weaving webs between the pillars and decide that this will be your throne room, minus the throne. Suddenly you feel a large pressure in your abdomen and moan in pain, not sure at first why you are feeling this way. Then you realize your internal egg sack is full and you need to do something about it. You had wanted to wait until you had some prey, as you were unsure the eggs would survive outside a host. But alas it is far too distracting, you find a suitable place in your new lair, a shallow pool of warm water to give the eggs the best chance to survive. Your ovipositor begins to slowly extend out of an opening a few inches below your elven slit on your chitinous front. After it is out enough [it can extend as far as it needs to up to 10 feet depending on the prey] You slowly deposit a few small eggs and to your surprise a larger one, and for the first time, you flex your internal muscles and realizes there are actually two sacks. You hypothesize that the smaller eggs make small to medium spiders that she can control as a worker and **** class and the larger ones make male Driders larger and more aggressive than females they are more spider than man, however. They are warrior class with a bit more independent thought and free will though would still be submissive to you and your daughters. You start to panic, how would you have daughters, there wasn't a third sack. After a moment's consideration, it hits you like a ton of bricks. You have a womb. On your upper half you are elvish, a Grey elf for that matter. The thought of carrying your own young was NOT appealing and neither was finding a suitable mate. It will probably not be happening soon or often. When you are finished, you look down and see that you laid about thirty eggs, mostly small. It felt like you had barely made a dent but the pressure was bearable now. The ovipositor retracted and you relaxed for a moment. Then you hear the "heroes". They are far off and arguing but coming this way. It gives you time to create some web traps and cast some spells. As you finish the traps, you have just enough time to climb to the ceiling and hide and wonder how you knew those spells.
Just then the first of the group walks in directly under you. First, a human male clad in unusual armor armed with a sword and shield followed by a woman in similar attire armed with a pair of short swords. From your memories, you can tell that they are imperials. Latin-speaking humans from the strongest of the human lands. The dark lord has tried many times to have the emperor assassinated but it proved to be more difficult than he thought. Though looking at the imperial's legs, you noticed they were wearing tunics rather than armored pants. "How nice of them to give me easy access." you think. Though both appeared to be Veterans and would not go down easy, you would have to be careful.
Following the imperials is a VERY beautiful high elf female dressed in a very tight mage outfit. She both excites you and makes you nervous. She is obviously very powerful, even her blue eyes glowed with power. If you can catch her, she will make an excellent host. You have a theory that the stronger the host, the stronger your offspring would be and what they could do. Looking at the high elf, she would give the offspring powerful magical abilities.
Following behind the high elf is a dwarven man with a sneer and a blunderbuss. Big for a dwarf, you think. He smells of **** and gunpowder. You immediately don't like him. Tied around his belt is a rope leading off somewhere you can't see, but you can hear whimpering like someone has been crying.
Whoever it is starts tugging at the rope and begging the dwarf to let her go. "Please, Ragnar, sir please let me go. I don't want to die here." The dwarven man turned around aggravated "Shut up, you stupid CUNT! *BURP* And when you talk to me, you are to call me MASTER at ALL times, you little slut! If you *HICCUP * don't, I'll shove me blunderbuss up your ass and-" BOOM the blunderbuss in his hand went off hitting the ceiling a few inches from you. Luckily no one bothered to look up. Not that they could see you in the dark anyway.
"LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO YOU STUPID BIT-" at which point the imperial man landed a fist in the middle of the fat dwarf's gut and covered his mouth with his other hand and quietly said, "You damn Drunk! if you give away our position one more time, I'll split your neck and leave you for the rats." Taking his hand off his mouth. "Do we have an understanding?" The pale dwarf replied, "Yes, Centurion." A Centurion? you think. Hmm, impressive. The imperial male started moving forward again. "Good, then get into formation."
The high elf mage who had remained silent now finally spoke: "You are a PIG! How can you treat her like that?! She's a person, not an animal, you cretin." she says with disgust in her voice.
Ragnar laughs and says, "Well, we all need a healer, and unless your volunteering, I need someone to take care of this." He grabs his crotch and starts thrusting his hips at her. Doing that, earned him a threatening glare from the Centurion.
"Drop DEAD." The elf hisses. Ragnar laughs and pulls on the rope finally bringing the whimpering figure into view. "Come on, you no good slut."
A female gnome stumbled forward. She was mostly nude except for a pair of boots, an oversized backpack, and a medallion around her neck. She is a pretty freckled-faced gnome with green eyes and wild red hair. It was obvious she had been crying the whole time while trekking here. You looked down at the gnome and noticed the medallion she wore. If your memory serves you correctly, it is usually worn by the priestesses who worship the goddess Lita, the mother of the world.
You notice the group is nearing the traps you set out. You could wait for them to trip them and then take your prize, but the ones you want might die. Or you could ambush them now grab your prize and retreat. Decisions, decisions..you think.