A commission I made for Aliapoh




The arachnid’s ministrations had disturbed the thief’s outfit, and now her shirt hung above her breasts, and her pants and panties around her ankles, exposing them for all to see like the kind of whorehouse prostitute male adventurers liked to frequent after a successful dungeon dive.

Sahja felt the chills, and sweat dripped down her brow, disguising the tears that flowed from her bulging eyes. Arteries and bruises mottled her porcelain skin. Then came the shakes.. they started off as shivers, but soon cramped her body with convulsions so strong that she cracked one of her molars, and snapped a tendon in her arm.

The spider seemed unphased by all this sudden movement, continuing to haul Sahja’s body skywards to the top of the cultists temple. Perhaps this was because it was the way all of its prey behaved just before they lay still forever. Perhaps spurned by the erotiscism of the half naked dying babe cocooned in its web, a long slimy ovipositor flopped out of its abdomen.

Sahja moaned like a consumption sickened slut as the monster began to rape her pussy. She was too weak to resist, and too confused and scared to realise what was going on, even as the spider impregnated her womb with hundreds of eggs, the size of the ones Sahja had eaten for breakfast that day.

Another smaller spider joined in the fun too, lining its own long clear ovipositor with her furry cat ear. Sahja spasmed hard as it thrust into her head and began to lay eggs in her brain.

Maybe it was one last taste of pleasure in her pussy, or more likely an autonomous reaction caused by her misfiring pulped brain, but Sahja squirted herself. Creamy white juices covered the spider's ovipositor as Sahja came as she died.

After a long while Sahja’s corpse looked like an engorged balloon full of eggs. Her entire party hung around her, already being sucked dry of their liquefied innards by hungry arachnids

Days passed, and all that remained of them was dusty, hollowed out husks cocooned in webbing.
Sahja herself had begun to decompose as the first of the baby spiders hatched and began to feast upon her gooey bag of meat smoothie.

They made gross popping sounds as they crawled from her asshole and pussy. Some scurried out from her ear holes… and one even pushed aside an eyeball to secure its freedom.

In a very short time, Sahja’s breasts and belly were covered in tiny spiders, all biting and sucking at her for all the nutrition they’d need to grow exponentially.

When they were done with her, the unlucky little thief was little more than a pile of bones in a silk sack, held together by scraps of leathered skin.

Her bones swayed in a light breeze, where they would remain mouldering for the next aeon.

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