Morning duties

This morning, you manage to wake up in time, completing your morning duties before Mistress awakens. This close to a major Arachne population centre, Mistress didn't bother to set any traps, so it is just a matter of feeding yourself and making sure to be ready for whatever Mistress wants you for.

Soon after you finish eating, she scuttles down one of the trees. As she grabs a chunk of meat for her own breakfast, her eyes run over your nude body. She seems to come to a decision just before starting to eat.

"Tarissa, come here." She waits until you are standing in front of her before continuing. "As a ****, especially one who chose this life, one of your duties is my pleasure. Kneel down and eat me out while I eat."

You are no stranger to the art of pleasing a woman, having often fooled around with Sorinne on long trading journeys, but doing it now seems different. From looking around during your own breakfast, you know that the inhabitants of at least five webs can see you here. Your cheeks burn as you obey your orders.

Your tongue plunges into her, the taste almost familiar, but with a strange undertone that you assume is unique to Arachne. She certainly doesn't taste bad as she stands above you, moaning quietly around her meal. As you gently tease her clit with your top lip, your tongue pushes in and out of her tunnel, and her moans grow louder.

Without warning, one of her hands grabs the back of your head and pulls you in, and a deluge of fluids floods out of her. You have to swallow to avoid **** on it before she releases you, and as you pull away, the last of it runs down your face and your front.

As Mistress recovers, you hear a slow clap from behind you. Turning around, you see an Arachne with a head of flaming red hair looking appreciatively at the two of you, and blush heavily at what she must have seen.

"Good morning to you," she says, now looking at Mistress behind you.

"Good morning," Mistress replies.

"My name is Xolyx, and I must say I am impressed. Your **** looked like she enjoyed that almost as much as you did, and I do not see any bite marks."

"Xyl, and I cannot take all of the credit for that, I am afraid," says Mistress. "Broodslave Tarissa here voluntarily gave herself to me.{if@ xylAwareOfFantasies=true} Some strange attraction to life as a broodslave.{endif} I certainly was not going to turn her down."

"Interesting," she says, looking contemplatively at you. "How long have you had her?"

"Two days."

"Very interesting... So what brings you here?"

"Just passing through, though I do need to stick around for a few weeks. I am hoping to procure some **** armour for her to wear. I intend to take her to some potentially dangerous places, and do not want her or my children to be hurt. Do you happen to know of any good smiths in the city? Preferably ones who will accept labour as payment? I have money to live on, but not enough for decent quality armour."

"I can see why you would not want to see such a cute and obedient little piece of property damaged. Rixi and Exa run a combined smithy and enchanting workshop inside the castle's walls, and I believe they are open to such deals. That said... could you have your **** stand with her back towards me?"

You turn without prompting from Mistress, showing your back to her.

"Oh, very nice," she says. "I do like a nice ass. A ****'s pussy might be useful as somewhere to put eggs, but I much prefer having my ovipositor stuffed up a tight rear.

"Sadly none of my slaves could ever be described as tight anymore, so I would like to suggest a deal. You let me use your ****'s ass while you are here, and I will pay for a quarter of the armour. If she comes the first time I claim her pucker, I will up that to a third. What do you say?"

Despite her previous statement that if you chose to be her ****, she would ignore your preferences, Mistress still looks to see your reaction before deciding.