Chapter 9

Note: Thanks to Alex for beta reading this!

Fauraliiithiliana drank in the sights as they moved through the labyrinth. They passed a pair of wildhounds that were patrolling. Hela and Marwo both smiled as they padded by on all fours, their tails swishing behind them.

“They’re such cute puppies,” Garnet said to the elf. “We’re almost to the dungeon entrance and the tunnel to Astovin.”

“Tunnel to Astovin?” asked Fauraliiithiliana giving Garnet a curious look. “There is a tunnel to the village?”

“Yep!” Garnet stretched her back. “My big bro and Halia—and you, I guess—got to eat. Not like us monster girls. We just exist off the Void Crystal. But he needs food. We get it from Astovin. So it’s easier to send monster girls to buy food by transporting them directly to the end of the tunnel and then moving them all back. So long as we’re not being invaded, my big bro can just move us around whenever he wants. You included.”

“Fascinating.” The elf was enjoying learning all of this. No one knew that dungeon builders could teleport their monster girls around a tunnel. If they can reshape their domain at will, it makes sense, Fauraliiithiliana thought. Changing the layout of the dungeon would necessitate moving monster girls around. “And he buys food from Astovin?”

“Of course!” Garnet thrust her arm into the air. “He’s an honorable dungeon builder. He’s not one of those evil Demon Lords. He’s a good one.”

“Demon?” Fauraliiithiliana blinked her violet eyes. “I didn’t see any demons here.”

“It’s a translation of a term from Japan,” Garnet explained. “A nation in our world. Ma. It means Evil or Demon or even Magic. Then you add Ou, the word for Lord or King. So Demon King or Demon Lord is how it usually gets translated. Just means a magical guy that rules over monsters. Like dungeon builders. But he’s a good one. He cares about people. He doesn’t want to conquer the world but works to live in harmony with people. Kweh, heh, heh, he is awesome!”

There is that strange laugh of hers. And this world they come from sounds so fascinating. Japan. Demon Lord. Fauraliiithiliana filed the words away for writing down later.

They followed the path through the labyrinth glowing before them. It was all very much the same, stone bricks that looked worn, the floors the same hard surface beneath her bare feet. Her leaf dress rustled as she walked. Garnet’s heeled boots clicked with her steps. She wore something. None of the other monster girls wore anything.

“You have boots,” Fauraliiithiliana noted. “Why—”

A hissing sound burst from above them. Then something stick struck her right wrist and her left. She gasped as strands of white had seized her wrist. The strings yanked her arms up in the air. She gasped in shock as they were anchored to the shadowy ceiling high over her head. Something moved up there.

Scuttled.

Garnet squeaked as both her wrists were yanked over her head and she was lifted a foot off the ground. Her booted feet kicked. Her cheeks puffed out in annoyance while her tail wished behind her. Fauraliiithiliana’s heart raced as she stared up at the scuttling shapes in the dark, afraid of what they would do to her. She swallowed, her hands shaking.

Arachnes.

The two of them were walking on the ceiling, Fauraliiithiliana could now see. They had been crouched low and hidden. They both had eight legs like giant spiders, just like all the accounts of them told, with black carapaces. The human torsos thrust up from where the heads should be, their skin gray. They had red diamonds between their breasts that were round and jiggling, the points reaching for their nipples. Round faces, looking almost cute, with compound eyes stared down at them.

They both bent their abdomens and then more sticky webbing fired out. Garnet’s legs were both hit and yanked wide apart, leaving her squirming and kicking. Then Fauraliiithiliana’s feet were hit, sticking them to the floor with globs of webbing.

“Ooh, Damhanalla and Sreaga,” hissed Garnet. “This isn’t funny. You can’t just tie us up.”

“We got scared,” one of the arachnes whispered. She had her hands pressed to her breasts and bit her lower lip. “She’s an elf.”

“They’re scary,” the other said.

“Scary?” Garnet hissed, her tail swishing back and forth. “Sreaga, you think that slender elf is scary?”

Sreaga, the one who had bound Fauraliiithiliana’s feet to the floor, nodded. “So scary.”

“Elves they have bows and shoot arrows,” Damhanalla said. “We couldn’t take any chances.”

“She serves my big bro!” Garnet said. “She’s cool. She’s lots of fun, too.”

“We know she serves, little sis,” said Damhanalla.

“Little sis?” Fauraliiithiliana interjected.

“The darkness monster girls like to call me sister,” explained Garnet. “The same thing with the other monster girls and the companions of the same Glyph. All the satyrs and the werebears see my mom as their surrogate mom. Now, why do you think Fara is scary”

“Well...” Damhanalla squirmed. “She has those big, purple eyes. They look so frightening.”

How can they be scared of me? Fauraliiithiliana wondered. She quivered there, her heart racing. She was learning what it was like to be bound, her arms spread apart. Her feet stuck to the floor. She had her legs parted, not as wide as Garnet, but enough that she felt vulnerable.

This strange excitement ran through the elf. She swallowed as she stared up at the two upside-down arachnes. They were both squirming on the ceiling, their red hair somehow didn’t fall, like gravity wasn’t working on them. Through the wet heat building in the elf’s pussy, she observed that. It certainly looked like hair. A crimson hue. Glossy and fine.

“You don’t have to be scared of her,” Garnet groaned. “Let me down. Ooh, you’re making me so annoyed. You know how turned on bondage makes me. My pussy is dripping juices.”

“We can smell,” Sreaga said. Her pink tongue flicked over her lips.

“You smell so wonderful,” Damhanalla whispered.

“And so does the elf.” Sreaga stared at her. She quivered. “You won’t shoot eye beams at me?”

“Elves can’t shoot eye beams,” Fauraliiithiliana said. “Nor do I have a bow or any other weapon on me. I’m a scholar. I do not know how to fight.”

“Some elves can shoot eye beams,” Damhanalla said. “With magic.”

“I’m not a wizard or cleric,” Fauraliiithiliana added, the itch growing in her pussy. There was something exhilarating at being bound by the webbing. “I’m just a scholar.”

“Who has a yummy pussy,” cooed Garnet, her tail swishing back and forth in a mischievous fashion. “Just so tasty.”

Sreaga looked at Damhanalla while her fingers slid down her gray stomach to the folds of her pussy. The pink petals blossomed right before her spidery carapace began. She stroked her flesh and quivered, nipples hard.

“We should investigate and find out,” said Sreaga. “If she does have a tasty pussy, we need to know and tell our sisters.”

“Yes, yes, we have to find out,” said Damhanalla, also rubbing her pussy.

Sreaga moved closer to Fauraliiithiliana. The elf stared up at the arachne. She shot webbing, this time into the ceiling. Then she lowered herself like Fauraliiithiliana had seen normal spiders do before, two of Sreaga’s legs, the back ones, manipulating the silk as it came out. She lowered herself until she was at face level with her. Her compound eyes reflected the elf’s face while her gravity-defying, red hair spilled around her shoulders.

Suddenly, Fauraliiithiliana felt like she was the one who was upside down. This strange vertigo washed over her. She shuddered, her stomach squirming for a moment. Then, to her shock, Sreaga kissed her on the mouth.

The arachne’s lips were gentle. They felt so wonderful on her. The arachne kissed her with such gentleness. Almost hesitant, like she expected Fauraliiithiliana to bite or something. The elf should be insulted, but the excitement of being bound up rippled through her.

Sreaga’s soft hands cupped Fauraliiithiliana’s face, stroking the elf’s dainty features.

Fauraliiithiliana groaned at the touch. She thrust her tongue out as their lips worked together. They danced while the webbing creaked around them. The elf shuddered, savoring this wild moment.