Clémence

The nest empties as you, alongside dozens of your brothers and sisters, scuttle along the sticky walls, each step across the thick webbing that crisscrosses the lair bringing you ever closer to solid ground. A frantic clacking reverberates around the canopy as the brood splits seamlessly into groups of two or three, each member of the pack falling into place in an elaborate, unfathomable formation as the great family descends at speed. Some follow your lead, clambering hastily down the sides of the labyrinth, silk as thick as mud holding their masses in suspense as eight legs work tirelessly beneath them. Others, stronger and more experienced, glide down more directly on translucent ropes expelled from the abdomen, dexterous claws manipulating each new strand in a blur of movement. From all sides, a thousand eyes train in on the target. In the isolation of the labyrinth, food is scarce enough. A potential mate demands the attention of the whole brood. Even more so a human female, treasured for their fertility and...longevity once captured. A petite, brown-haired soldier, more a girl than a woman, edges carelessly towards the darkness that engulfs the den. A spark of recognition identifies her as Clémence, the most brash of your luckless adventurers. You would smile if your bestial form permitted it: long shall be her suffering.

Just before you pounce yourself, you hear a panicked shout followed by a loud curse. Glancing up, you see the first strands of web attaching themselves to Clémence's sword arm. More shoot out from all sides and, rather than relaxing her muscles as she should, the fool tries to pull them apart. They tighten instantly, and Clémence's either forearm is suddenly encased. You hurry downwards as the sticky projectiles become more and more numerous. You land with a thud, finally on dry ground before most of the other members of your family. Several spiders nevertheless crowd and jostle around the flailing warrior, most keeping their distance as if waiting for the girl to tire herself out. An excited, satisfied chatter reverberates around the chamber as more and more of your kind join you on the labyrinth floor. The brood has a new toy.

Clémence's bravado quickly dissipates as the gravity of the situation dawns on her and she becomes more combative, yelling menacingly at those who get too close. But the charade does not last long. Your brothers and sisters make way respectfully as you push through the crowded circle, coming to a stop behind Clémence. By now, thick webbing holds her more or less in place, her feet and lower legs covered in a strong mesh of webbing. Otherwise, she remains largely untouched, save for the strong rope entrapping her sword arm. One of your brothers holds the other end of the line between his two front claws, hideous body bent over slightly at the effort of keeping the girl in position. He looks up at you for a brief moment, eight eyes shining contentedly. Clémence also, insomuch as she can, turns her head towards you, defiant cries apparently stuck in her throat.

A quick tug. A leap. Crash! Clémence topples to the floor, head-down, ass-up as your sibling pulls forward on the net latched to the warrior's arm. With no way of controlling her fall, she lands heavily with an oomph, her armour sending a metallic echo through the corridor. In a flash the pair of you are on her, and within seconds you hear a shocked moan, followed by...slurping. You do not raise your head, but it would seem that your brother is already enjoying the depths of Clémence's little mouth. As for you, you bury yourself between her legs, tough mandibles easily ripping apart the flimsy steel armour in which she has encased herself. Your thick, prehensile tongue laps greedily at everything before you as you work your way around Clémence's intimacy. She squirms under your ****.

After a while you bring yourself to a halt and, to the noise of Clémence spluttering and struggling to dislodge the intruder in her gullet, draw yourself to the height of her lovely behind. Two firm, tanned cheeks look up at you invitingly, and, as you push forward between them, they open up teasingly to reveal a snug, pink entrance.