Chapter 2

Once at the altar, Helen leaned toward the futanari’s cock. Amazing, the priestess thought, studying the thick piece of meat. She watched how the futanari slid her gentle hand up and down the veins of a hot, thick, pulsating cock. Nothing like the other priests, Helen thought and then gasped. Where are the testicles? How could she cum so much without them? Truly a being of legends!

And her pussylips! Helen kept staring with her mouth half-open. Such an amazing shape! What is that liquid leaking from her? No! I can’t possibly touch her there! I have no right! Do I even dare touch her cock? Do I dare to interrupt her? No, I have to! It is my job to satisfy the cock of our Savior! The High Priest himself ordered me to do so! I can do it! I can! For my little sister!

Helen finally mustered the courage to reach for the hot object. She didn’t dare to touch it with her hand. She probably knows much better what to do than me. I can do only one thing. Something she cannot do! Helen opened her mouth and slowly lowered it over the head of Beatrice’s cock. She took it into her mouth and licked the head of the cock with her tongue.

“Oooooh!” the futanari cried and tensed up from the new sensations.

If only Elen could see me now! Helen thought. She would be so proud of me! I’m helping save the world! Yes! This is required of me. I must do my duty as a priestess. It is not for my enjoyment. But ... If I touch myself, the Savior might enjoy the show and have her relief faster. Yes—for the relief of the Savior! I’m doing this for the Savior, not for myself. The Savior will love to see me plunge my fingers inside my naughty pussy. Look! I can take three fingers inside me so easily!

Helen’s efforts did not go unnoticed. Beatrice took a look at the redhead that was sucking her off. She had always dreamed of having sex with a girl that enjoyed giving head so much that she could not help but reach toward her own pussy.

Helen felt Beatrice’s cock expand inside her mouth. Oh, the Savior likes it! Her cock is as hard as a rock! She really likes it! She likes me! I’m doing a good job! And I can make her feel even better! I can take her deeper—

“Ugh,” Helen gagged and had to let go of Beatrice’s cock to take a breath. As Beatrice’s cock exited Helen’s mouth, they were connected by strands of spit. Beatrice’s entire cock was wet and slippery from Helen’s spit. And while the redhead breathed deeply from her inexperienced mouth, she instinctively knew to stroke the futanari’s cock to keep the stimulation going, spreading her own lube all over it.

Once recovered, Helen took the futanari’s cock into her mouth again, as deep as she could, pressing it against the opening that led to her throat.

“Uuugh, so good!” The futanari moaned and arched her back.

“Good”? She said “good”! She said that word! She praised me! Helen thought while servicing the futanari’s cock. I’m doing a good job! See, older sister? I’m not useless after all! See what a good cocksucker I am? I wish you were here right now! I wish we could suck this cock together! We could rub each other’s pussies as we serviced this thick piece of meat. Lick each other’s saliva off it. You would like that, wouldn’t you, big sister?

Beatrice couldn’t know what Helen was thinking, but she could feel that the redhead enjoyed her cock. And that was all that mattered to Beatrice. She placed her hands on the back of Helen’s head and pushed her down, penetrating the gentle opening to the girl’s throat, plunging deep inside.

“Glhrgh!” Helen gurgled, her eyes teared up from the unexpected violation. She convulsed and gagged, barely holding back from vomiting. But the futanari just kept roughly moving her head back and forth for her own selfish pleasure.

“Hhhn! Incredible!” Beatrice moaned. “So, this is what it feels like!? Ugh! The pressure—Haah! The pleasure of having my whole cock inside a pretty girl’s mouth!”

It only took a couple more of rough bobs of Helen’s head for the futanari to unleash her second load down Helen’s throat. The redhead could feel the semen pumping directly into her stomach, overflowing her canals, filling up her mouth. She struggled to break free until finally, Beatrice released her head.

“Gaaaah!” Helen gasped for air and let cum leak from her mouth, while Beatrice sprayed more over her messy face.

-5 Arousal Points.

Arousal Points11/20 (+0.01/sec)

Two tabs quickly flashed through Beatrice’s mind in rapid succession now that she had climaxed, but her thoughts were elsewhere—with the redhead she just used for her pleasure.

Helen was exhausted. She collapsed on the floor at the altar. But seeing her breathing hard, her pretty face smeared with cum, tears, and saliva, only excited the futanari more. Beatrice’s dick remained hard. She lusted after Helen’s body. She wanted to rip off her robes and violate her fully—a proper reward for the good service.

“Priscilla! Victoria!” Lucarad called out the names of two more women among his members. “Do you not see our Savior’s lust-filled gaze? Have you not yet realized that a futanari summoned by lust will not be satisfied so easily? Hurry up and help Helen take care of our Savior’s needs!”

“Heavenly Strike!” Victoria screamed and cleaved the last enemy, an Arachling in half. The two feet high, eight-legged creature fell motionless, four legs to each of the halves. The heavily-armored warrior with blonde, wavy hair swung her claymore to shake off the purple blood off the blade.

“We really should have prepared more before heading out,” a petite girl with twin ponytails said while healing the wounds of another party member, a knight named Rebecca. She wore heavy armor, similar to Victoria, but relied on her trusty short sword and heavy triangular shield.

“Nonsense, Priscilla,” the leader of the party, Amarantha said. She was tall and slender, her bob haircut suited her deep purple hair. She wore black leather armor and had a single curved dagger for a weapon. “How could we delay any longer when the villagers literally begged on their knees for our help?”

“I agree with Amy!” A green-haired ranger, Cassy said. “If we waited any longer, the girls might be beyond saving.”

The ranger wore a cute, short, low-cut light green dress that revealed a good third of her large breasts, while also put her thighs on full display thanks to a combination with her white stockings. On her back, Cassy had a quiver full of finely crafted arrows and a small bow as her weapon. If all those things were not enough to give away her origin, her long, pointy ears left no doubt that Cassy was an Elf.

“They are probably beyond saving already,” Victoria said.

“This discussion is pointless now,” Rebecca said as she stood up and took up her weapons. “We must find Ararachni before its spawn wears us down.”

The five girls ventured deeper into the web-covered tunnels. After about five minutes since their last combat encounter, they finally found one of the girls from the villages.

“Here, come quick!” Cassy screamed.

“Quiet!” Rebecca whispered, worried about them attracting more unnecessary enemies.

The girls rushed to Cassy, but none of them could say a word when they saw the villager. The girl was pinned to the wall, completely nude, wrapped in webs. Only her perky breasts and pussy were exposed. All her limbs were bound to the rocks, except for her left arm, which was pressed to her torso. By mere luck or by some devious purpose, the girl’s free hand ended up right at her crotch. And she kept continuously rubbing her clit over and over while her pussy extruded a strange white liquid.

“Happy ... Happy ... So happy,” the girl repeated over and over again.

“It’s like she’s in a trance,” Rebecca said.

Cassy slowly reached to the liquid, but Victoria grabbed her hand.

“Don’t touch it!” Victoria said in a strong, ominous tone.

“But we have to help her!” Amy said.

“These webs are all connected,” Rebecca said, pointing at the complex maze of webs that spread from the girl all over the walls, disappearing in the darkness ahead. “If we try to free her, the whole nest will be warned of their prey trying to escape.”

“First we deal with the main threat, then we free who we can,” Victoria concluded. “Let’s go.”

The five girls went further. Rebecca first, followed by Victoria, then Amarantha, Priscilla, and the last—Cassy. The ranger looked back, worried. “I hope nothing happens to her while we’re gone,” she said.

“She’s beyond our help anyway,” Amarantha said with a smile.

“What? How?” Priscilla asked.

“Haven’t you heard?” Amarantha asked. “How else did you think Ararachni’s little spawn can drag human girls away so easily?”

“Don’t they use large numbers?” Priscilla asked.

“Yes, that’s the lie the villagers tell themselves to ignore the fact that the girls let themselves be taken away,” Amarantha said.

“Why would they do that?” Cassy asked.

“Because the poison of these creatures is highly toxic to humans,” Amarantha explained. “It affects the brain, that drowns the human in pleasure. Consumed by lust, the prey is unable to resist. Even the webs are soaked with this poison.”

As the group walked deeper into the tunnels they saw more girls, all bound in compromising positions. All of them nude, all of them lost in their own little worlds of ecstasy. The few of the girls that were still able to speak coherent words, all kept repeating similar things. Joy. Pleasure. Some even begged for more, clearly driven mad already.

“How horrible!” Cassy teared up.

“But why do they only abduct girls who are eighteen years old or older?” Rebecca asked.

“For impregnation,” Amarantha giggled. “Ararachni and its spawn sense when the girl’s bodies are ready. Ararachni uses human girls to lay its eggs and grow its brood. Sometimes the girls lay a dozen eggs at a time. That is the other reason why they poison the brain to produce so much pleasure. Without it, the mutation of human bodies needed to successfully produce the offsprings would be unbearable.”

“No,” Cassy gasped and looked around at the girls who were not even aware of their presence.

“Exactly. And the side effect of such heavy alteration is that when the girls finally lay eggs for the first time, they reach such peaks of ecstasy that their brains simply malfunction. They want nothing more but to lay eggs again and again, eagerly waiting for their turn to be impregnated once again. They probably don’t even remember that they’re human.”

“Ugh, I think I might throw up,” Priscilla said, looking paler than usual.

“This is a new form of evil,” Rebecca said with disgust on her face. “We have to find that creature right away and rip it to pieces!”

“Yeah, about that,” Amarantha said and disappeared from sight.

“What?” Rebecca looked behind her when something flashed through the air.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that,” Amarantha said with a smile, standing inches behind Rebecca.

“Ghuagh!” Rebecca choked when her throat split open and blood poured forward.

“Kh ... Kha—” Rebecca choked on her own blood. She tried to hold the gaping wound on her neck with her hand, but it was no use—the blood kept pouring through her fingers.

“REBECCAAA!!!” Priscilla screamed and rushed to her fallen sister in arms.

“You traitorous—” Victoria dashed at Amarantha with her claymore drawn, but the assassin disappeared from her sight.

Amarantha appeared behind the Victoria and thrust her dagger through the gaps of the warrior’s armor—at the waist and behind the knee, both critical hits. Crippled, Victoria fell to her knees while Amarantha sprinted to Priscilla.

Because Amarantha’s [Blink] spell was on cooldown, Priscilla saw the purple-haired assassin coming and managed to dodge a fatal attack at her neck, but the second attack from Amarantha proved just as deadly. The assassin effortlessly cut through the side of the healer’s light armor and rushed to her last target while Priscilla bled out on the ground behind her.

“AMY! STOP!” Cassy desperately screamed. She raised her bow and managed to nock an arrow despite her shaking hands. The ranger grit her teeth, aiming at the swift and nimble assassin, but there was no conviction on her face. The terrified girl could never have imagined that one of their own, someone with whom they’ve spent their entire lives ever since they escaped from that dreadful orphanage, would betray them in such a cruel and senseless way.

“Please, why are you—” Cassy tried to reason with her dearest friend but was swiftly silenced. Forever. Cassy never found out why Amarantha betrayed her and the others. The only mercy she received was a quick death—the ranger’s decapitated head fell to the ground at Amarantha’s feet before her headless body toppled over.

“MURDERER!!!” Victoria screamed and swung her claymore at the standing Amarantha. But the assassin effortlessly dodged the attack and increased the distance from the warrior until they were at least thirty feet apart.

Amarantha gracefully landed on her feet, while Victoria barely managed to stand. She used her claymore for support and pressed her wound with her free hand. Victoria looked at the grinning, self-satisfied assassin and said, “You bastard ... How could you do this to your sisters?”

“We’re not even related,” Amarantha shrugged.

“We’ve been together for eighteen years!” Victoria screamed. “How could you!?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Amarantha asked sarcastically and raised her hands as if the others should have seen this coming. “Remember the night when the four of us had some fun while you sat in the corner polishing your claymore?”

“ ... You’re going to have to be more specific,” Victoria said. Way too many cold winter nights flashed through her mind when her lesbian sisters in arms kept each other warm the best way they knew. Victoria was the only one who refused to participate, despite the blatant advances from the others, especially Priscilla.

“That time I asked Cassy to put small wooden balls into my pussy which I then slowly squeezed out while she fingered my butt?”

“Oh, no,” Victoria gasped as the horrifying truth dawned on her.

“That’s right!” Amarantha proclaimed. “For years I have fantasized about oviposition! To have a creature like Ararachni lay its eggs inside me. To deliver them with a smile on my face like a good incubator! Eventually, my fantasies were not enough. I rushed our expedition to this lair. And when I saw how happy the girls here are, I made up my mind. I want nothing more than give my body to Ararachni!”

“Then why didn’t you just go here alone and disappear along with your disgusting fantasies!?”

“And risk you killing the creature? No! You were the only competent adventurers in the area. Obviously, you all had to die!”

“You’re insane!” Victoria screamed.

“It’s the rest of the world that’s insane!” Amarantha said. “Why should I suffer through the rest of my life, fighting for scraps to sustain a meager existence, when a much better option exists? No pain. No worries. Just pleasure for the rest of my life in the best way I could possibly imagine!”

“I’ve heard enough!” Victoria said and raised her claymore. Her whole body ached from each move she made, but Victoria’s resolve was strong. “I will kill you for what you have done. Here. Now!”

“You can try,” Amarantha smiled wickedly and licked the blood off her dagger.

“Heavenly—Gah!”

Victoria’s attack was interrupted. Both she and Amarantha were covered in webs right where they stood. Out of the shadows, their original target, Ararachni, approached. An eight-legged abomination.

“Ara ... Ara,” the monster hissed in a high-pitched voice, that pierced the ears. Ararachni was grotesque. Its flesh was sickly red, green, and purple. Each of its legs was of different lengths and thicknesses. The head of the monster was asymmetrical, with fifteen protruding black eyes, covering the head seemingly at random.

It approached Amarantha first, towering over the girl.

“Valkyrie’s Last Stand!” Victoria shouted. Her blade shined with divine light, melting the surrounding web from the claymore and her arm. Ararachni paid no attention to Victoria. Instead, the monster salivated over Amarantha. Victoria managed to cut the rest of the webs that held her and freed herself. She looked ahead at Amarantha, who was face to face with the eight-legged abomination.