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Chapter 3 by Marcus Dark Marcus Dark

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The Day of Despair

Anton was on his way home from another hard day of work... This time toiling in the fields of a land baron and cutting down 70 trees in The Forest of Iron, and despite working practically non-stop with the exception of a single 2 minute water break for the last 11 hours Anton wasn't even tired. How could he be tired when he was headed home to a beautiful daughter, a sexy wife, and a bun in the oven.

Speaking of buns and ovens, Anton was looking forward to a generous helping of his wife's venison stew, peppered potatoes, and a flagon of honeyed ale. Anton had quite an appetite and you would too working as hard as he did and he never got drunk thanks to his stout constitution. Many would have thought that weird but for Anton it was just another gift from his homeland.

Anton spent an hour washing off in a stream of ice cold glacial water and the whole time he felt as though something were watching his every move but he neither saw nor heard anything out of the ordinary and it was still 3 hours to sundown so the wolves and shades wouldn't be out yet.

After getting dressed Anton continued on his way home and where every step closer to home normally filled him with joy... Today that joy was replaced by a nameless dread. As the simple two story home he built himself came into view, the jingling of metal caught his attention and he looked up and to his left where he saw a simple gold ring on a chain necklace and a small charm bracelet hanging on a branch. For several seconds, Anton just stared at the hanging objects and then as a single tear... The first in his life rolled slowly down his cheek, Anton came to the horrifying conclusion that the ring was his beautiful wife's wedding band and the bracelet was the gift he had given his daughter for her second birthday and she never took it off... Not ever!

His grief had blinded Anton to everything else around him so he didn't see the fast moving form emerging from the shadows on his right. It attacked with startling speed and inhuman grace, slamming Anton to the ground with terrible ****.

When Anton finally regained consciousness, He was naked on the ground and bound by some sort of silk-like fiber which try as he might he couldn't break. Anton realized that he was outside and it was night and to his horror he looked down and on his chest were the ring and bracelet covered in blood... His family's blood but what was most unnerving was not how the blood of his wife and daughter sparkled in the moonlight it was the incredible weight of those two simple objects. Anton felt has though they were going to crush him as he struggled against the strange bonds holding him captive.

In the midst of his struggles, Anton heard a deep, shrill cackling that felt like a razor scraping his bones. He frantically looked all around and he didn't see anything at first until some movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention and he looked up to see some sort of shape lowering itself down on him from out of the trees above where he lay on his back.

As it descended, Its form became clearer and Anton could tell that it was shorter than him with six long gracefully tapering limbs, smooth black skin, large breasts, and multiple eyes. As the creature hovered a matter of mere inches from his face Anton could see that it's mouth was full of long ferocious teeth. Something else that quickly became obvious to Anton was that it or rather she... Was aroused because as her mellifluous female juices dripped steadily onto his muscular thighs he noticed that she had the same titillating smell as his wife when she was horny.

The smell of wet, aroused pussy brought back so many memories for Anton... of nights with his wife writhing and moaning underneath him or screaming and whimpering as she rode him like a wild stallion. Momentarily lost in his memories of his wife Anton quickly became erect and he silently cursed himself and gritted his teeth.

The devilish She-Creature looked down at Anton with those six red narrow slits that passed for its eyes and a smile that looked like it came straight out of a Shark's worst nightmare. She trapped Anton's shaft under her and ground herself back and forth slowly at first and then faster with every passing second until suddenly she stopped... Annoyed at Anton's stubbornness. Anton's exceptional self-control and incredible endurance and stamina were the only things that kept him from spraying a huge load all over his stomach but bound as he was and her refusal to take no for an answer Anton hated to admit it but it was only a matter of time.

Anton briefly wondered what she was after, Did she intend to **** him? As far as he could tell where her pussy should have been was smooth and hairless with no visible Labia or Clitoris, Just a barely imperceptible vertical Slit. The slit wouldn't have been visible at all if not for the rippling of the muscles underneath and fragrant droplets of feminine dew trickling from her inner depths.

If her intention was in fact to **** him, Anton wondered how because he was not a small man in any respect not that he would brag. The fact remained how was she going to accomplish this seemingly impossible maneuver...

"What have I done to deserve this? What did my family do?," Anton thought as he saw the creature's unearthly snatch drawing closer to his cock. It was both mesmerizing and frightening as Anton saw the creature's Mons Veneris rise and unfurl like the Elytra (The usually hard shell-like structures covering the hindwings) of a beetle revealing a semi-rigid pair of genital opercula coverings and underneath... A writhing mass of tentacles amongst which could be seen a number of gushing Vaginal Openings, Dual External Labial Folds for each, and A multiple rows of Clitorial buds, one of which was topped with a small Scorpion-like stinger. At the interior edges of the coverings were what looked like Orthognathous Chelicerae... Small, very sharp and articulated claw-like structures that resembled the fangs of a spider and were no doubt venomous. A fact that was confirmed moments later when the 'Fangs' stabbed him in each hip and Anton found himself not paralyzed but extremely sluggish, tired, and unfocused.


Anton tried to fight but his muscles would barely respond to the commands from his brain so he could only watch in horror as several of the long fleshy tentacles reached out and took a firm hold of his cock and guided him toward one of it's tight wet holes.

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