The Wrath of the Spider Queen

Jasmine sat back and watched as the Sky King and Princes Snow matched blade for blade, and wished she had a bowl of good old fashioned American popcorn to enjoy while sparks flew – both figurative and literal. Magneto-rapier clashed against magneto-rapier as the two evenly matched warriors pitted lethal skill and sinuous dexterity against long practice and brute strength, and found neither was able to overcome the other. Every time the Sky King got Snow into a blade lock, the nimble Faewoman princess would dart away and come back swinging upon a dangling bundle of cables, or leaping over some long moldering desk to attack from a new, startling angle, and only the sheer skill of the large, black furred hawkman kept her from slaying him.

Jasmine leaned back in the seat she had chosen and measured, waiting for the exact right moment to act. She saw it, then, when blades crashed together once more and she merely needed to choose the correct tool.

Said tool was a small device that seemed for all the world like an ancient ash tray, likely used by a Faeman or Hawkman of a thousand years before, smoking their primitive space cigarette. Jasmine took it and tossed it from her hand like a discus launched in the Olympic fields, but with a far more vital trajectory ... and goal. The plastic-like disk clattered upon the ground, shot forward, and came directly beneath the Sky King’s left foot as he shifted his stance. His arms flung wide as he attempted to catch his balance, his wings flaring at the same time – but the treacherous discus served as no stable platform to fence from!

The Sky King crashed onto his back with a grunt, his magneto-rapier clattering away to Jasmine’s feet. She retracted the blade hastily by snatching up the hilt, and then tensed, ready for future intervention if required – but saw that Princess Snow had leaped onto the Sky King, straddling his muscular chest as she loomed above him, holding her above her head in a two handed killing blow ... but just as Jasmine had predicted, the Sky King’s mask had been knocked aside.

There was but one last thing to do. Jasmine tapped the glow-globe that had been left abandoned to full illumination, revealing to the whole world that the prone Hawkman was none other ... than Princes S’Kye Arr himself, the heir to the throne of the Sky City, and son to King F’eath Arr!

His eyes wide, and bright golden, looked up into Princess Snow’s ruby red ones, and the two froze, breathing heavily, able to see one another in full detail for the first time since the battle had been joined – without masks or shadows between them.

“Oh...” Snow whispered, quietly.

“Kill me, Faewoman. You have me at your mercy ... with your strength and skill...” Prince S’kye rumbled, softly. “But ... now ... I believe I can truly say that I have died knowing true beauty...”

Snow’s blade lowered, almost touching his chest, the tip hissing softly. She leaned forward, her short, well braided hair sweeping down about her cheeks like hanging drapes. “W ... What is your name?”

“S’kye,” the Prince of the Hawkman said, quietly. “And yours?”

“S-Snow.”

“Snow...” S’kye whispered it, as if it were the sweetest sound he had ever heard.

“No ... I cannot kill one such as you!” Snow threw her blade aside, and Jasmine hastily caught it before it slashed through the floor. She cupped the beak of the Hawkman beneath her, then leaned forward, pressing her forehead to his, as his gold scaled hands slid along her back, drawing her closer to him. “Oh S’kye!” She moaned, then as he tilted his head aside, beak opening as his tongue pressed to her lips, tentatively, then with more eagerness as she leaned into the embrace. His hands glided from her back to her rump, squeezing her as the two leaned into one another, S’kye sitting up as he bucked his hips against her – grinding his girth against her ... and what girth he had: Jasmine sighed with soft envy as she watched the slender, athletic Faewoman’s pants grow damp with the slippery arousal of the heavy, bright red, knotted cock of the Hawkman.

Snow drew back, panting heavily. “I-I have never dreamed to find such gentleness and warmth with my hated enemy,” she whispered, then gasped as S’kye’s claws, as gentle as downy clouds, began to undo the buttons on her top, sliding it open to free her modest breasts. His hands, bright gold against her ebony black skin, cupped her as he leaned forward and tenderly licked first one, then the other of her achingly hard nipples. His tongue was long enough and flexible enough to coil around the nips and tweak them, rather like how Jasmine’s more flexible and softer lips could – while he might have lacked lips, the Hawkman made up for it indeed! “O-Oh by the Spider Goddess...”

Snow’s head rolled back, her back arched, and she dropped her arms, to make it easier both for S’kye to lick and nuzzle at her chest and for her shirt to slide away, leaving her topless and exposed ... but that was not how she was left for long. Instead, S’kye lifted her up with his hands, his immense strength making it easy to plant her rump upon one of the ancient desks as he leaned forward, his cock hanging between his legs – throbbing, massive ... and paitently waiting for its chance to be sheathed within her royal pussy. For instead of merely slaking his lusts upon her, the Prince of the Sky City wished, it seemed, to show that he was no mere uncultured brute, as Snow might have thought. Oh no ... instead, his fingers drew down her pants, revealing her hairless, Faeish cunt, and his tongue lashed against the folds of her ebony pussy, tasting her glowing juices.

He groaned, then drew back, his ear tufts lifting as he rumbled. “You taste utterly divine, Snow.”

She blushed, hard, looking aside. “I ... I...” she whispered.

“Like a true lady...” He leaned forward again, and his tongue thrust into the folds of her sex. Snow gasped and gripped the desk with one hand ... and his head with the other, tenderly cupping the back of his scalp as she bit her lip to keep from moaning too loudly or too wantonly. When S’kye drew back again, it was to purr a soft: “Gods above, how have I never tasted a sex as perfect as this before, in all my days?”

“Y-You surely have ... had many lovers...” Snow said, shyly. “R-Right?”

“Oh yes,” S’kye rumbled, and excitement kindled in Snow’s red eyes. “But you taste as if you were ... destined for me.” His eyes and hers met and both glanced aside, abashed by the feelings fluttering within their breasts. Of course, abashment did not last long when a royal pussy was there for the devouring – and S’kye soon had dipped his head back between Snow’s thighs, his beak opened wide, his tongue lapping at her with slow, steady, exploratory movements, each one drawing a little sigh from Snow as she closed her eyes, rolling her head back.

“Oh ... Oh Prince S’kye ... I ... I’ve never ... I’ve never ... I ... I ... oh goddess! Oh! Yes! Yes! Eat my faeish pussy with your forbidden tongue – ah! YES!” She cried out, her back arching, the desk creaking as Jasmine could clearly see the fruits of the Hawkman’s labor in the bright glittering, glowing spills of girlish juices that dripped along his beak, soaking into the matted fur of his neck. His feathers ruffled up and he leaned in close, his beak opening wide – the sharp tip almost touching her belly button as he clamped himself close enough to let naught but a thin dribble of glowing juices escape around the edges of his lower beak – a dribble that landed directly upon his achingly hard member.

S’kye drew back – and Snow’s nerveless fingers slipped through his feathered scalp – but despite the warm lassitude that overcame many a male or female after a climax, it was Snow who made the next move in their dance of body and passion. She slipped from the desk, landing upon the ground before him, so that S’kye’s rock hard hawk-cock pressed to her athletic belly, smearing his own precum against her dusky skin. Her hands cradled his cheeks and she leaned forward, licking the edge of his beak, tasting herself, before whispering. “T-Thank you. But I ... think ... as a girl, I owe you something in return...”

“No, my fair princess, you owe me nothing,” S’kye said, putting his hands on her shoulders, shaking his head. “It was not duty that drove me between your perfect thighs – it was passion and love for the act.” He chuckled. “Some men may claim that it is a chore to pleasure their partners, with fingers or tongues, but not I.”

Snow’s eyes sparkled. “Many men have said this around me – though none knew I was a woman at the time. And yet, I’ve never actually met this mythological man that eschews the arts of tongue and lips – at least none of the men of space. I do hear uncharitable things about Earthmen, from time to time.”

“Yes, well, Earthmen are Earthmen. I am a Hawkman. And we Hawkmen know the proper way of things,” S’kye said, before laughing shyly. His left hand rubbed the back of his neck – his right remained closed around Snow’s, his fingers intertwining with hers. “In fact, ah, until you said that ... I ... also believed such uncharitable thoughts about the Faemen.”

“And ... I thought the same of Hawkmen,” Snow whispered.

The two looked into one another’s eyes.

“Let me make up for my people’s war on you,” Snow said, quietly.

“No, it is not on you to undo our foolish hatred!” S’kye exclaimed.

“Then let me at least taste you ... as you have tasted me...” Snow’s hand closed around his cock – right above the knot. “For my pleasure if for nothing else.”

S’kye let out a soft groan. “M-My lady, nothing would please me more. Beyond, of course, seeing your smile.” He caressed her cheek with the back of his left hand and Snow turned her head into his caress, kissing his knuckles gently.

“Then get up on the desk!” She laughed, softly. “Or would you prefer to stand while I am showing you my skill and talents.” Her eyes sparkled. “For, I will have you know, I ... well, I ... I...” She trailed off as, with smooth, strong motions, S’kye came to his scaled feet, his toe-talons scraping softly upon the floor, and then he was standing before her and, as many a woman across the Solar System and throughout the centuries had learned, it was but one thing to see a male member hard and throbbing and eager ... it was quite another to have it before one’s face, bobbing faintly with the momentum of his shifting stance, the scent filling her nose! Snow’s nose flared as she breathed in and shuddered, then whispered. “ ... goddess how ... does it ... fit?”

“Sometimes, it ... is a bit of a struggle,” S’kye rumbled quietly. “But the reaction is always worth it.”

Snow huffed, then brushed some of her long, thin braids behind her long, pointed ear and then lifted the cock by tilting up ever so slightly with her hand. This only made the member seem longer and more fearsomely exotic: Bright red, oddly tipped, thickly knotted, emerging from a heavy sheath of black furred flesh, and swinging out above a pair of large, cum-filled balls, both of them dark black and waiting to be spilled. A single droplet of bright white pre-cum slowly oozed from the tip, splashing warmly along the back of Snow’s knuckles as she shivered slightly.

“It’s ... huge...” she whispered, her attempt to look controlled, composed, and most importantly, non-virginal failing utterly as her eyes widened more.

“I am the biggest male in Cloud City, I have been told by ... several hawkwomen,” S’kye chuckled, quietly. “Though I hear rumors that my father matches me – even if he rarely, ah, sheathes himself anymore.” He licked his beak slowly. “And I have had a wide range of ... observers to comment on it. I ... admit, I have quite a far ranging passion.” He sounded faintly embaressed, but Snow looked nearly dazed with lust and cock-shock.

“That’s ... so arousing...” she breathed, leaning in inch by space inch, her full lips drawing nearly within contact of his member. “S-Shall I taste another woman on you, my mighty conqueror?”

“Maybe...”

Her lips pressed to him and her tongue swept out, tasting the tip of his member – and from the quiet groan that escaped from her lips, it seemed that Princess Snow was finding her first male member highly to her tastes. Her hand slowly stroked from his knot upwards, bobbing his cock before her as she closed her mouth around his tip. Her eyes flashed as she looked up into his while she took his member into her mouth, just enough to wet her appetite for cockflesh before drawing back. Her hand pumped faster as she drew back and opened her mouth, breathing out a hungry sigh. “Your cock tastes so good ... I feel so good sucking it, Prince S’kye...” She closed her eyes. “It makes me feel ... like a woman.”

“How could you feel anything but?” S’kye asked, his voice a playful rumble – but there was concern in his eyes, despite his jocular air. He cocked his head, while conversation became somewhat difficult, as Snow found it impossible to say any more ... as she was attempting to take another few inches into her virgin mouth. She pushed forward with determined grunts, groaning as his cock buried itself into her throat. She made a wuffling slurp noise, then drew back, coughing, gasping, then laughing with joy.

“Why, Prince S’kye! I didn’t dress in men’s clothing for anything but deception – and ... and I’ve longed, for years of my life, to wear dresses. To be called beautiful, not handsome.” She nuzzled his cock. “To bring pleasure, with my lips wrapped around my husband’s cock...”

“H-Husband?” S’kye gasped – and a thick droplet of pre-cum slid along her cheek as she rubbed against him. Snow flushed, freezing, realizing what she had just let slip from her lips ... but then, with the same heady determination she had done everything, she continued forward. Her lips pressed to the side of his cock, again and again, kissing down to where her fingers glided against him, nuzzling hungrily as she purred against his cockflesh.

“If ... y-you would have me, Prince S’kye. I don’t care what your father or my mother says! I ... I want to be yours.

“Oh Snow, my Snow. I will be your S’kye until the end of our days,” S’kye said, his voice tight with emotion – and then he groaned, for with that deceleration, Snow threw caution to the wind. She closed her mouth around his cock, then pushed forward, her mouth opening wider and wider as she closed her eyes to thin slits, getting her mouth halfway down his member before the raw inexperience of her body told and she could go no further! But, overcome by lust and passions, S’kye made up the lack, gripping her hair with both of his hands and thrusting powerfully, groaning low in his throat. “Oh Snow! Oh my love!”

His knot bumped Snow’s lips and her juices spurted along her thighs as the daughter of the Spider Queen came purely from sucking her new lover’s cock. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she bobbed her head in time with S’kye – or at least, she tried too! For S’kye was overcome with the raw, red passion shared across all males of the solar system, and by no few women alongside them: The fierce, possessive joy of facefucking someone. His balls slapped her chin and his cock drove into her throat, and the muffled moans of purest pleasure escaped about his cock as Snow pushed back against him, showing her consent through the orgasms of her body and the movement of her muscles. Her left hand gripped his thighs – but not to push him away, to hold him closer. Her right cupped his balls, squeezing them as best she could, considering their size and girth ... and so, she felt those balls slosh with the cum that waited for her, and knew she was soon to be rewarded for her love.

S’kye gasped out. “I ... am going ... to cum, my love! Prepare ... YOURSELF!” He roared the last word, his wings flaring out wide, and for a moment, his figure stood in stark relief to the rest of the world: A proud, taut mountain of muscle standing above a prone Faewoman, his beak opened in the animal cry of his passions! Cum flowed and Snow’s throat bobbed as she drank and drank and drank, her nose flaring as she quivered and trembled – and orgasmed as well, purely from the pleasure she was giving to her partner!

But S’kye, despite his expensive lusts (or mayhap because of them) was not the kind of male who would merely cum in an easily contained burst. Instead, he drew back to give his lover a chance to breathe ... and to let loose the second, third, and even fourth spurts of maleness from him. His balls twitched again and again and Snow moaned with every warm splash that coated her cheek, that splashed her forehead, that filled her open, waiting mouth, soaking along her tongue, splattering her breasts. Her left hand was busy, rubbing that cum into her skin, sliding it to her eager lips, allowing her to taste more and more of it – while her right was busier, squeezing and releasing S’kye’s balls to bring forth more of his fertile seed.

Once S’kye could breathe again, he panted and sagged, his wings folding against his back, his hands releasing Snow’s head as he rumbled. “Oh my wife to be, that was like heaven...” he rumbled, quietly, while she panted and nodded, then grinned slowly, her eyes opening to mischievous little slits, the red ruby light of them shining so brightly that they practically needed no glow-globe to light the room. She started to stand, her hands cupping her own breasts, squeezing them.

“How could you say that, S’kye, until you’ve truly felt heaven...” She licked her lips. “Many a Faeman has told me, in the barracks, when I pretended to be them, that there was nothing quite as fine as taking a virgin. And ... I will have you know ... my royal pussy is untouched by any save for the fingers and caress of another woman...” She shivered. “And your cock far surpasses the ... girth and length of even the strap-on that was used on me ... you’re ... so big...” She caressed his chest. “But more ... I enjoy laying with a woman. But ... I want a man ... I ... d-does that make me a bad person?”

“Oh no,” S’kye chuckled, taking her in his arms, drawing her close, his chest and hers pressing together, his cock trapped between their bellies, growing harder by the moment. “Tastes and preferences aren’t good, nor evil.” He chuckled, softly. “Though, I admit, a wicked thought ... if you enjoy laying with other women – as I enjoy laying with other women, then might our future marriage include ... other playmates in our bedchamber?”

“O-oh!” Snow squeaked, her eyes wide as saucers. “I ... t-the ... idea of you ... claiming another woman while I watch ... that appeals to me greatly...” Then her eyes narrowed. She grinned. “Especially if ... you cum inside of them and I can taste your seed on their pussies...” She then laughed. “Ho! I felt how much you liked that idea, Prince Arr.”

“H-Hah, yes, well...” S’kye rumbled, his cock having clearly throbbed and visibly twitched at the lewd suggestion, and considering it was currently almost nestled against the underside of the Faewoman’s dusky breasts, she must have easily felt it. “Little S’kye here is a terrible space poker player.”

“Terrible indeed. But far from little...” Snow licked her lips, then drew backwards. “I wish you ... to take my virginity, Prince S’kye! To claim me! To make me yours! To ... to fill me with your cum and ... and make a half-hawk baby inside of this royal womb!” She turned around, grabbing onto the desk, looking over her shoulder, her voice hungry. “I want that more than anything else – to show the whole of Venus that our love is true, that we wish to be wed ... to ... to have your child growing inside of me...” Her head rested against the desk.

“Yes!”

The sudden exclamation came form the corner of the room – and drew both S’kye and Snow’s attentions. Jasmine, realizing she had spoken her thought alone, flushed and smiled shyly at them. “Sorry,” she said, drawing her fingers from her pussy – which she had been playing with for the entire lewd show before her. “I ... just wished more than anything else to end the war between the Hawkmen and Faemen – and ... it pleases me to see you two getting along so well.” Better than I thought possible, she thought privately.

S’kye laughed. “You were with Jasmine Starr the whole time?” he asked.

“W-Well, in my defense, we did go straight to fighting...” Snow muttered, then laughed. “B-But yes, Jasmine is a dear friend of mine.”

“Mine as well!” S’kye said, then laughed. “Another thing we have in common, my dear Snow.” His hand cupped and squeezed her ass. “I ... must confess ... I am more than a friend with Jasmine. I have lain her. I have ... knotted her, even...” He murmured, shyly – clearly afraid, deeply, that this might offend his new love.

“ ... me too,” Snow whispered. “T-Though, ah, she ... knotted me. So to speak.”

S’kye jerked his head back in shock. “She was the woman you laid with?”

“T-The very same!” Snow squeaked, laying her head against her arms, hiding her face in embarrassment, even as her sex – which was prominently visible thanks to her bending over the desk, showed the honest arousal she felt, dripping along her thighs. “Y-You’re not mad?”

“Mad?” S’kye’s laughter was deep and pure. “Snow, my dearest, this simply means you have ... impeccable tastes in women as well as men.” He looked playfully smug, clicking his beak, and Snow laughed raggedly.

“Such a big head on this one ... alas, it comes with such a big cock,” she purred, lifting her head from her arms. “So we cannot deflate him overmuch.”

“Heh,” S’kye said, then clicked his beak. “Well, since it is questing for Jasmine that brought me here, and Jasmine who brought you here, and ... I suspect, Jasmine who revealed you to me and me to you, then I suppose it is only right that this final moment, this consummation of our passions, should be in ... Jasmine’s hands as well...” His tongue darted along his still damp beak as Snow shivered and nodded eagerly.

Jasmine stood, then crooned. “It would be my greatest honor, oh Prince of the Hawkmen,” she said, sauntering forward, still mostly dressed. She took hold of his cock, gripping him with casual expertise, and lifted – grinding the tip of him first against Snow’s eager clit, then slipping the head of his cock up and down her soaked pussy, soaking him in turn with her arousal. It took every bit of S’kye’s willpower to not thrust at that very moment – but Jasmine stayed him with her other hand, pressed gently against his belly. “Wait,” she whispered, then slowly pressed his cock into Snow, making the young Faewoman Prince mewl softly. “Now ... thrust.”

She released and S’kye thrust forward with all of his might. The desk, which had been rooted to the ground through the long ages by ancient bolts and space welds, skidded forward a full inch as Snow’s head snapped back and she cried out – but there was not a hint of pain in that voice. Instead, it was pure pleasure as she gripped the desk and wailed: “Fuck me! Oh fuck me, my love! Take my royal fae cunt and claim me as your Hawk bride!”

“Yes!” S’kye growled, grabbing onto her shoulders, pinning her upon the desk as he thrust into her with every bit of his skill and prowess. His balls clapped against her thighs, and Jasmine watched with delight as her sex spread bit by bit, more and more, every time his knot thrust against her until, at last, she gave way with an animalistic groan and her cunt was well and truly knotted – his member tied into her ... from here to their ending. Even if S’kye had wished to avoid knocking up the Faewoman, he would have been unable to ... and S’kye so clearly did wish to breed the princess.