"just a picnic"

We bathed and dressed, entering the kitchen to pack a basket. Mother and father were discussing the particulars of what was expected while he was away while the servants brought a breakfast of French Toast and syrup. Neither of them paid us much attention as we slipped out into the garden. A slight breeze was stirring. It would be Monsoon season before long, and our accompaniment for the next two months would be wind and rain and shuttered windows. At least Rajakesh and Eisenheim University had a very modern Aetheric power grid compared to our antique electrical one that shorted out at the first hint of nasty weather.

The gruff Navy man who gaurded the the gate to the woods was no match for Cordelia's charms, succumbing to her smile and charm, and a little bit of a peek down her shoulderless shirt. "Thank you so much Private Hatcher. My cousin and I are in desperate need of some quiet contemplation in the Lumawood." He smiled as all men do when a pretty girl gives them attention.

"Not to worry, Miss. You two be careful, and don't hesitate to raise alarm if needed. Me and the chaps will come running, rifles ready." he said, patting the Aether rifle on his shoulder. She giggled, and swayed her hips slightly.

"Hmm. I'm sure you will." she said, giving him a peck on the cheek as we left the safety of the fences behind us. I giggled along with her as we left the dumbstruck boy behind us. The Lumawood forest surrounding our estate sang with the sounds of the jungle. The rustling leaves and forest ferns combined with the Chromato-swans calls high above to create a serene and relaxing symphony. We held hands as we ventured off the beaten path deeper into the trees. It was not long before she smiled widely, and sat the basket down.

Cordelia turned to me, already unbuttoning her corset. I did the same, letting it fall to the ground below as she pressed herself against me. With soft kisses and deft hands, she disrobed me and led me to the patch of moss. Upon sitting, I felt a tickle on my bum. She broke off her kiss and watched as the tendrils slid up my legs. "What is this?" I asked, startled at first.

"There is more than one way to be fulfilled." she said, running her hands through the moss to illustrate how it grows and blossoms. She kissed me again, and lay down beside me. I relaxed, and felt the tender moss upon my back, massaging it. Wherever we touched it, it glowed briefly, and extended out of the ground. The tendrils quickly swelled into thick bulbs, there sticky nectar dripping onto my ribs. She writhed next to me, stirring them up. I watched as a bulb slid between her parted legs.

"Oh!" I yelped as I felt it growing up around my calves as one found my womanhood. Soon, we were entwined, our legs and wrists entangled as the bulb began pushing into me. I laughed as I felt it. "No need for a man, indeed!" I said, giving myself over to this wonderous, intoxicating moss as its bulbs swelled and blossomed and plunged deeper into me. She was already quivering in delight as I began to gyrate, causing the moss to grow larger, and increasing its grip upon my limbs. When a bulb found other entrance, I gasped and shivered, my eyes opening wide.

It was then I saw it. "Cordelia!" I said in a harsh whisper, but she was too taken with delight to respond. It dropped from the Lumawood tree, and I was paralyzed with fear. It was an arachnirilla, adolescent judging by its size, and certainly male. "Cordelia!" I whispered again, pulling against the moss, which only made it grip tighter.

The 'Rilla moved closer on its powerful front limbs, its nearly vestigal legs swinging uselessly. It was bluish gray with bristly patches of course black hair. Its face was the stuff of nightmares with four shiny black eyes and two huge fangs that dripped with venom. Finally, she saw it, and screamed.

That was what it was waiting for. The ground shook as its four hundred pound body thundered toward us. It was then I saw its massive penis slide out of its sheath, dripping with semen already. "Ooo-oo-tsk!" it bellowed, stopping just short of us. My heart was racing, the bulbs still inside of me, as first its left arm, then its right, appeared beside my head. Its rear legs ripped the moss from my hips, and encircled my ankles. I could smell its retched breath as its massive penis slid over my sex. Its spinners replaced the moss with webbing, and I was bound, spread eagle, to the trees surrounding us.

"Don't fight it, Clara. It'll rip you apart." she said, her voice quivering. I closed my eyes, unable to look at it as I felt its swollen head press into me, parting the bulbs already there. Its thick, slippery penis stretched and filled me in ways a man never had, and the warmth I was feeling told me that it wasn't the fangs that were milked to get 'Rilla nectar. Inch after inch slid into me, waves of pleasure crashing over me as my body, and soon mind, betrayed me. By the third thrust, I was quaking in delight.

"Ooo! Ooo! TSK!" it grunted again, my young body exploding with desire. The long, dripping cock hammered into me again and again as loud, throaty moans erupted from me. The moss, being greatly disturbed, was now flailing about, Cordelia's own pleasure given voice as it pounded faster and deeper into her, which drew its attention. Unceremoniously, it pulled out of me, semen dripping to the moss below from my vagina. It saw that her nethers were quite full, so it chose her mouth to ravish. I watched, shaking orgasmically as the bulb in my anus spilled its fluids only to be replaced my another, as the 'Rilla took Cordelia's throat while ripping the vines and bulbs from her body. She sucked and slurped and licked my juices from it. Free from the moss, it picked her up, and quickly spun a web, her wrists webbed together and attached to a high branch, her legs spread directly over me. It crawled up the tree, and with its great limbs hung so it was suspended before her. Cordelia gasped as it savagely penetrated her, shaking the leaves from the trees with each brutal thrust. Her mouth hung wide open, her eyes closed tightly, as I watched its semen drip from her and onto my body.

"Ooo! Ooo! Ooo! Oooo!" it hissed loudly, thrusting into her with a mighty stab, and emptied itself into her. It held her there, deep inside, as my breasts and stomach were covered with its juices. Wherever it touched, my body tingled. I was writhing wildly, the nectar warping my brain to extreme levels of animal lust. When it dropped back down, I wanted very much to feel it inside of me again, but being spent, it simply wandered off, parting the branches as it went. Cordelia's head fell forward. The poor girl was exhausted.

It was in this state that the guards found us. "That was quite a show, ladies. You gave ole' Chauncey a hell of good shag," the captain said. My eyes opened to see a private approaching me, three other guards behind him. They paired off, two for each of us. "It'd be a shame indeed to have to report this. Your father would have us hunt him down, and that would greatly upset your mother." the private said, fishing his penis out of his trousers. Cordelia and I didn't have a lot to say about what happened next.

I heard Cordelia moan as one took up station between my legs, and the other at my mouth. He took at look at my vagina, dripping with semen, and decided to explore my other hole. As his penis slid into my anus, I winced. He didn't even remove the bulb. Cordelia was being taken by both of them at the same time, her once tight flower now able to accept both of them. The captian's cock slid into my mouth, muffling my protests as the private began to slide his member in and out of me, just as the nectar came roaring back to life in my bloodstream. So much for not needing a man's equipment.

It was early evening when we returned, absolutely exhausted and with our hair tangled with twigs and dirt and bits of moss. Each of the soldier's had had a turn with us before finally freeing us from the webs. We rode and sucked and were sodomized, pleasing them and each other on that patch of moss with wild abandon before exhausting them to the point that they simply had to release us. We shambled upstairs, my father paying us no heed as he read in the study. "Good heavens girls. You look a mess!" my mother said, seeing us enter my room.

"Just a picnic, mother." I said, pushing the door open. "Amazing how smart arachnirillas are, isn't it. Waiting until their prey is immobile, or drugged, before pouncing. Kind of like the men on this planet, like a group of soldiers waiting for the right time to spring an ambush on their helpless targets." She blushed badly, and looked away.