You dare not move

Courage seems a foreign word - it conjures up images of a life so long forgotten that you would swear the memories must belong to someone else. How could you possibly hope to confront such a aberration without so much as a shred of cloth to protect your delicate skin, let alone no weapon with which to fight back?

As sure as you are that challenging the beast would be insanity, sneaking around seems only a slightly less suicidal decision. You're small, you've got no possessions to hinder you, and you feel comfortable enough on your feet that the rational part of your brain suggests you should take the chance. Unless something changes, it's going to find you here before much longer...

And yet your body is frozen, paralyzed by a terror so instinctive that you have no explanation for it. The fragments of memories of the daemon before you are still fresh in your mind, but those horrors do not explain the primal fear you feel now. Something in the reptile part of your brain recognizes the spider-like monster as mortal danger, and you can only clutch at your stomach in sympathy to some phantom pain, the sensation of your body swelling and something emerging from your ruptured belly...

The skittering draws closer. There's a multitude of chitinous footsteps and each one strikes a blow to your core. You can't shake yourself free from the fear that grips your mind. You sink to the ground with your back to the stones and cover your ears, eyes shut tight, trying to block out any sensation of it.

It's going to find you. It's getting closer. It's going to **** you until you lose your mind.

Small rocks tumble down beside you as a spider foot steps on the little mound you're hiding behind. You're sure this is the end...

The rocks give way around you and you collapse backward, but not into a daemonic embrace. You can't help it... you have to see what's happening. You roll onto your stomach and open your eyes to the sight of another young woman sprinting for the ship. She must have thought she could wait for it to pass far enough away and then make a break for it. A few moments later and the daemon would have been distracted with you, but now it bounds across the distance frighteningly quickly and gathers her up in its limbs.

You can't help but to watch, though it's difficult to actually see everything happening within that cage of its limbs. It employs the same ruthless efficiency you witnessed before, spearing the woman with its shaft almost before she has a chance to complain. Her initial gasp is one of surprise, then a few cries of pain... and just like that, you hear pleasure mixed in with her moaning. You couldn't see when it injected its venom, but she it had been maybe a dozen seconds before she was already losing her mind.

The actual mating goes on far longer than that, however. Captivated by the scene, you begin touching yourself shamelessly. A quick lick of a finger is plenty of lubrication to play with your clit, while your other hand starts to squeeze one pert breast and then the other.

You're not quite sure why you're so aroused. The scene before you is horrifying, but perhaps it is that fear that stokes your lust now. Perhaps its relief that you weren't discovered... or some perverse satisfaction that it was that other person and not you. A wicked smile tugs at your lips when you consider it. Yess... you're sure her body would taste wonderful and feel even better...

You bite your lip and stifle a moan of your own pleasure. For a moment, you felt the distinct impression that your breasts were magnificent globes and your clit was a raging pillar of cock meat... but your senses readjust and your body is petite and feminine once more... and soft... and young... and oh so fuckable...

What is coming over you? Right now, you'd be happy to indulge your pleasure until the spider daemon finishes with its other victim... maybe even spread yourself open and wait for it, or something worse, to discover you. Could it be hell itself twisting you toward depravity? Maybe some daemonic pheromone? Latent memories or desires dragging down your will? Do you even want to fight it? Can you?