Mad Prince Wulfenbane (side story)

There was a hero named Bjoric Wulfenbane. With his faithful thanes, he conquered the northern lands and established a nation. When he passed, the nation mourned; he was given the greatest funeral ever seen by man before or since. And his son was left to rule in his stead.

His son was not the hero his father was. He had few achievements in battle, for few dared to battle the nation of his father. When he took the throne, untried and unhardened, many worried that it would be the nation's undoing. Young Wulfenbane knew this, and so he looked for how he might strengthen his position. He found a small kingdom rich in resources, and he married the king's daughter. Now the two nations were allies, bound together.

All was well and good, except that Wulfenbane hated his wife. He would not lay with her, would not produce an heir. She wept and begged and pleaded, yet he would not. He avoided her, spending all his time with his thanes and his servants--going out hunting, or drinking in the mead hall.

Finally the princess could not stand it. She went to a dark sorcerer and purchased a medicine that would **** him onto her. The sorcerer warned her that any male who took that medicine would forcefully **** her--that there would be no gentle love-making, only brutal instinct. So **** was she to have a child of her own, the princess took it anyway. But as she left the sorcerer's home to return to her husband, she was attacked.

A giant spider, like those you'll see wander dark forests today, had noticed her entry into the forest. Now it was determined she would not leave it. As the princess returned up the path she had just walked, her feet were suddenly stuck fast to the ground. Try as she might, they would not move. She grasped around wildly, but that only caused her hand to be caught on something similarly sticky. Now, as she looked, she could see the thin threads lacing the ground and air. She had walked into the spider's net.

The creature descended from the trees to the ground right before her. Its mandibles clicked in anticipation. Terrified, realizing her life was about to end and any hope of bearing a child with it, the princess screamed and did the only thing she could: she tossed that which she held at the monster.

The bag of medicine burst over the spider's body--its head, its eyes, its mouth. Though it wasn't a human, the spider was certainly male. And as the medicine took effect, it no longer felt a desire to eat the fair maiden. No, it wanted something far different from her.

("Skoll, was it? Could you be a dear and fetch me a glass of water from the kitchen? My throat gets so parched telling these long stories. Thank you, dear.")

The spider raised one leg and slashed all of the maiden's clothing off in a single stroke. Using the webs she was already trapped in, the spider lifted the princess and spun her around, giving it a clear view of everything--her small, round ass, her tight slit, and her clenched rosebud.

The princess panicked, fear spreading through her entire being. But something else ran beneath that fear: excitement. At last, she was going to be dominated by a male. She was going to have a child of her own.

Much to her disappointment, spiders do not mate as humans do. The creature drew out a thin web and placed it just barely inside her entrance, then turned her upside down. It began to coat that string with its seed, letting each drop run down and into her. It dripped slowly into her, drop by drop, and the princess felt each one crawling deeper and deeper into her. It was agonizing ****; her body was screaming for something hard, hot, and thick, but it got only cold droplets.

For an hour the creature fed her lower mouth its semen. Her body was flushed, all her blood rushing between her head and her engorged, begging lips. Her stomach had begun to swell, a small lump visible on her abdomen, so full of the spider's fluids was she. After so long being tantalized, taunted like this, her body had begun to secrete fluid of its own. It begged to be filled, but the creature would not. Finally it finished, the last drops of seed filling the woman, and the creature withdrew its web. It spun a new web, the stickiest web it could, and covered over the woman's entrance so none of the seed could come out. Then it lowered her to the ground and released her from its web.

("Ah, thank you, dear. Now, where was I? Oh, yes, the spider didn't eat the princess, but decided to fill her with a baby instead.")

The spider left, and the princess crawled from the forest. A loyal retainer found her and brought her home. The young Wulfenbane cared nothing for her; he barely listened when she tried to speak to him. Alone, abused, she felt herself falling into despair. But then she felt it: something inside her. Something growing. Her child.

It was two months later that the spider's final web finally lost its grip and fell away. Almost at the same time, the Princess felt the child within her move. It was time to be born. She hid herself away in her room and locked it, afraid for what the child would be. Her worst fears proved true when the creature emerged: half spider, half man, it was what would come to be known as a dryder.

The princess returned to the dark sorcerer and hid her son away there. As often as she could, she returned to see him, to raise him. In only a year the child had grown to adulthood. And finally his mother recognized something different about him.

You see, he was a cursed child. A child born from an unholy union of man and monster. And such a child had received attention from one of the dark gods, Lomikki. She had seen the mother's lust and so blessed the child with the ability to sate that lust. And now, as it was grown to adulthood, the boy looked to his mother and lusted.

("Oh, dear me. I'm just going on and on, aren't I? Skoll, dear, could you put this away in the ice chest for me? I'd hate to let it go bad.")

His mother came to visit, and found herself caught in this spider's web. He came at her from behind, tore her clothing from her body, and placed a very large rod at her entrance. "Do you want this, mother?" he asked, two of his legs reaching beneath her to rub at her tender nipples.

She was afraid, but a sudden intense heat filled her entire body. The dark goddess, Lomikki, had cursed her, too. "Yes," she moaned back. And so he thrust. The womb that he had opened with his birth, he now took as his own to impregnate again.

For the entire day the two fucked. He ravaged her from behind, his giant meatrod invading her deepest parts, forcing moans from her unendingly. He lowered her to the ground and brutally pounded into her; he lifted her in his web and dominated her from the front; he choked her on his rod; he even invaded her asshole, depositing his seed inside and on her entire body. And she loved it. Her body cried that this was what she needed, and finally she could have it.

("Thank you for that, Skoll. Now then, we were saying that the son wanted to make a baby with his mother."
"Can he do that?"
"Well, he can...but most people think you're not supposed to do that with a parent."
"Oh.")

After that, she was surely pregnant again. After two months passed, she again gave birth to a half-spider, half-human child--this time a daughter. And again, her son filled her with his seed and she gave birth to another daughter. Then a son. And as her daughters came of age, they, too, were claimed by their brother--and by the lust rooted in their souls. They gave birth, and nobody can tell what the family tree looked like from there out because everyone lay with everyone, brother with sister, mother with son, niece with uncle.

The princess no longer returned to the castle. Months passed and no word was heard from her. Her husband was quick to assume she had been killed by monsters and held a funeral; the few retainers who had come with her, who remained loyal to her, refused to accept that and went to search for her. Eventually they found her--and dozens of her children. They were forcefully brought into the pit of lusts, men and women alike, and made to add to the Dryder's progeny.

("This is actually where they first show the trait that would become their name, Dryder. They're so lustful, so filled with the need to have sex, that they never waited for any lubrication. They would go in 'dry.'"
"What's luber... lubri... That?"
"Well, it's something your Mama will have to tell you more about when you're older, but in short, when a girl's body is ready to receive a man and make a baby, that's when there's lubrication."
"Oh. Then no luberkane is bad?"
"Yes. It means the girl isn't ready, and trying to make a baby anyway is a bad thing to do to her.")

Three years passed. The nation was indeed faltering, as its ruler held no respect in the eyes of the nations around him--nor even in his own people's eyes. And then the princess returned.

Young Wulfenbane sat on his throne in the mead hall, boasting of his latest hunt. His thanes--all hand-picked by himself, none of the wiser men his father had trusted--surrounded him, cheering and drinking to his health. The celebration came to a halt as the door to the mead hall was thrown open. There stood his former wife--if the neglected princess could be called that--and her first son at her side. The hall fell silent, staring in open-mouthed horror.

"Honey~ I'm home!" she called sweetly. Wulfenbane stood, his hand going for his sword. "And I brought you an heir!" she finished, placing a loving hand on the dryder's thorax.

"You're not... That's no son of mine!"

"Oh, no. He's just mine. But he'll be such a fine king! Much better than you, I'm sure. He's strong, he's smart... and he knows what to do with a woman." She moved closer and closer to her child until she was pressing her entire body against him. The dryder smirked at Wulfenbane. The young lord drew his sword and roared his challenge. All his men charged with him.

Through the door, all the other dryder's poured. They met the weak thanes like a tidal wave hitting the harbor of a fishing village. The humans were slaughtered. At the center, the new king fought with Wulfenbane--if indeed it could be called a fight. The young man stood no chance. His sword could not pierce the creature, and in his first attempt to do so the monster swatted it aside. Disarmed, Wulfenbane fell to his knees in despair. The dryder gloated silently above him--but he didn't kill the man. No, he-

("Um, Skoll, dear. Sorry. You're going to have to close your ears for this one. Close them really tight, okay?")

He cut off the former king's hands, ripped off his clothes, and abused his asshole until it was a loose, gaping hole. He turned that man into his bitch, and Wulfenbane quickly adapted to loving it. His former wife suspected he had always been a gay, dick-craving masochist. They kept him as a pet forever after.

("Okay, dear. That part's over. The old king became their ****."
"Mm.")

With all the warriors slain, the dryders claimed the others as prizes. A week-long feast of debauchery commenced that night, and any who approached the hall were drawn into it. Forcefully. At last the princess came out of the building, her favorite son at her side. She **** the remaining humans to gather that she might present them to their new king.

Some tried to flee in terror. They were caught and brought into the hall, to become a part of the orgy. Those who obediently followed were permitted to continue as they were, but as absolute slaves to the dryders.

Weeks passed. Women were assaulted (men were, too) and the new king would hear no complaints. The dryders could do as they pleased. A few fortunate souls managed to escape at last. They spread word of the Mad Prince Wulfenbane, the monster who made himself king. The nearby nations gathered their armies and their heroes, and sent them to war against the nation of monsters. After much **** and destruction on both sides, the dryders were driven from the fertile lands and back into the dark forests. The king and his mother fled. The people were free.

They were invited back to safer lands, further from the forest, but few took that offer. Most said they wished to stay on the land of their fathers. The generals respected that, but said they would send more military support with the permission of their king. They returned, reported, and sent the soldiers as promised; but when they arrived, the cities were abandoned.

Some believed the people were attacked again and ran away. Some say they were all eaten. But a few know the truth: they couldn't forget the lust that had consumed them. They did not run away; they ran into the forest, seeking their masters.

So began the race of Dryders, half-men half-spiders driven by lust.