Wrath of the Spider Queen

by Sarah Hawke

  “Gods, I want to taste you,” she cooed, staring up at him as she dragged her tongue from his balls to the tip. “Please, give it to me!”

  Serrane parted her lips and swallowed him again, but this time she didn’t stop until his cock was wedged so far down her throat that she nearly gagged. Drow were conquerors by nature, and she suspected he would enjoy hearing her choke on his mighty stem.

  She was right.

  “Phraktos, xxizz uns’aa,” Nym gasped, his hand reflexively clamping on the back of her skull. When he squeezed her head against his groin, forcing his member even deeper down her throat, Serrane knew she had won.

  “What are you doing?” Laetharys hissed, suddenly nervous. “She is nearly yours! All you need to do is—”

  “Vith!” Nym cried out. His scalding seed flooded straight down Serrane’s gullet, igniting her quim and unleashing her own climax. She could barely keep her eyes open enough to glance at the hourglass. His cock fell silent mere seconds before the last grains of sand slipped through.

  “Marvelous,” Varassa exclaimed, chuckling and clapping her hands together. “Oh, I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me!”

  While the Matron Mother laughed, Solemi tugged at the leash and pulled Serrane from Nym’s cock. The ranger kept her head tilted back as best she could to prevent a single drop from spilling, and she opened her mouth wide to show off the creamy remnants of her bounty.

  Gods, what have I done? Gods, why did it feel so good?

  “Shu,” Laetharys hissed. “The bitch obviously cheated somehow. You cannot deny the General his rightfully earned prize!”

  “He denied himself this prize,” Varassa snickered. She dragged her finger across Serrane’s lips, scooping up a few globs of errant seed. “Now be a good cunt and swallow the rest.”

  Don’t give her what she wants. Spit it right back at her!

  Serrane closed her mouth and swallowed. The semen easily slid down her throat, and she couldn’t believe how much she enjoyed the heady taste. A small part of her actually craved another batch…

  What the hell is wrong with me? How can I possibly enjoy any of this?

  “Good girl,” Varassa said, nodding in approval. As she turned back to Laetharys, she stretched out her seed-covered fingers and placed them upon the other woman’s lips. “General Nym will have another chance to claim her, sister, don’t you worry.”

  Laetharys was clearly annoyed, but she wasn’t willing to challenge the Matron Mother. She opened her mouth and obediently licked the seed from Varassa’s fingers.

  “You have earned yourself a brief reprieve, my majestic highborn cunt,” Varassa said, turning back to Serrane. “But don’t worry—you’ll have another opportunity to demonstrate your skills very soon…”

  3

  Trust

  The silver frame of the full-body mirror glimmered in the dim purple light, and Varassa scowled at her reflection as she traced her fingertips down the thin, figure-hugging scale mesh of her new breastplate.

  “The enchantment is unstable,” she hissed, stopping her fingers just above her bare midriff and the spider tattoo emblazoned upon her navel. “Are you trying to get me killed, male?”

  The artificer standing behind her went stiff with dread. His dark gray skin lightened at least three shades, and he shook his head in desperate denial. “N-no, Matron Mother, I assure you,” he blubbered. “I crafted everything to your exact specifications!”

  “So now you are trying to blame me for your failure,” she said, lowering her voice even further.

  “Absolutely not!” the artificer stammered. “Your designs were perfect!”

  “And yet your work is not,” Varassa said. “You are fortunate I don’t have you flensed by the driders.”

  The man trembled in place, awaiting her next word as if it were the headman’s ax, and it took all of her formidable willpower not to crack a smile. He hadn’t done anything wrong, of course—the armor and its underlying enchantment were impeccable. Her forces had achieved so many victories recently that she was worried about them growing complacent, however, and males always labored much harder when they feared for their lives.

  “I shall return to the forge immediately, mistress,” the artificer blurted out when the silence became too much to bear. “I shall execute the apprentices and order the rest of my men to redouble their efforts.”

  “I am not blaming your men,” Varassa said. “I am blaming you.”

  She turned and glared at him. The metallic mesh of the breastplate felt truly amazing on her skin; it was as light and supple as leather yet ten times more durable than steel. The rothé-hide skirt—dyed a matching dark purple—was half an inch shorter than her old suit, and the heels on her boots were half an inch higher. Even the tailors had outdone themselves with her new underclothes and garters.

  Still, order needed to be maintained.

  “Fortunately, I possess the skills to correct your incompetence myself,” Varassa said. “You will be spared.”

  “Oh, thank you, mistress,” the artificer groveled. “I will do my best to—”

  “Take him to the dungeons,” she said to the guard in the back of the room. “Give him two days in the pits without food, then allow him to return to his work.”

  “As you command, Matron Mother,” the guard said. He grabbed the artificer by the shoulder and dragged the confused male away without the slightest hesitation.

  Smiling, Varassa turned back to the mirror and took another moment to appreciate her new look. The breastplate had far more in common with a corset than a hauberk, but the enchantment coursing through the metal projected a thin Aetheric barrier over her “vulnerable” bits. No mere rivvil, male or female, could possibly resist her dark beauty now…

  “I see no flaws in the craftsmanship, sister,” Laetharys said from the bed a few yards away. “We are closer than ever to bringing this region under our dominion. We should not squander precious resources at a time like this.”

  “He is a male, and therefore disposable,” Varassa replied.

  Her sister scowled in annoyance and swung her legs off the bed. Her naked body was still wrapped up in the silken sheets, having just recently performed her “wifely” duties by pleasuring Varassa both before and after breakfast. Pregnancy may have slowed her normally athletic body, but her tongue and fingers were as skilled as ever. Varassa put both to use as often as possible.

  “Male or not, a skilled artificer cannot easily be replaced,” Laetharys said. “We cannot afford to—”

  “The Matron Mother never asked for your opinion,” Solemi snarled from her perch by the dresser. “Do not question her in my presence!”

  Laetharys swiveled her dark glare upon the niskaru girl. “How dare you! I will not allow a mongrel cunt to—”

  “Quiet, sister,” Varassa said, slowly pivoting around to face them. “Unless you want me to grant the artificer permission to breed you next, I suggest you stop wasting your breath defending him.”

  Laetharys lip twitched. Her eyes narrowed into thin, glowing blue slits as she glared at Solemi in seething silence. The two women looked like they wanted to choke one another. Their mutual contempt had been growing steadily worse over the last few months for plainly obvious reasons. Varassa’s sister resented any slave—even one as loyal and skilled as Solemi—being granted power and influence.

  Thankfully, Laetharys’s impotent rage sustained Varassa in a way nothing else could. Sisterhood was as much about power and dominance as everything else, after all. Even humiliating slaves was never quite as satisfying as tearing down another drow female. Why else would the Spider Queen have allowed Varassa’s seed to take root in her own sister’s belly?

  “That’s better,” Varassa said, sneering as she approached within a foot of her sister. “Now, what was it you wanted to tell me?”

  “Only that I hope you will reconsider playing additional games with the highborn female,” Laetharys said. “She has been in the Sut Zenphe for two days now. You said you
rself that she is near the end of her cycle and will not be ripe much longer. General Nym—”

  “Will have another chance to claim his prize tonight,” Varassa said. “You needn’t worry, sister. I always play fairly.”

  Laetharys’s eyes narrowed again, prompting Varassa to chortle and rub her sister’s swollen belly. It was almost going to be a shame when she finally gave birth; the bump was a constant reminder of Varassa’s dominance. Laetharys still possessed many loyal followers from her days leading the army, and it was vital to shatter their confidence by humiliating their former general.

  “Return to the harem where you belong,” the Matron Mother said. “The final test will begin in a few hours, and I expect our prize to be ready.”

  “As you command, sister,” Laetharys murmured bitterly. “All glory to the Spider Queen.”

  The pregnant drow shot a final baleful glare at Solemi before she stormed out of the room. Varassa chuckled the moment the door closed.

  “She still does not respect your authority, mistress,” Solemi said.

  “Of course she doesn’t,” Varassa scoffed. “Laetharys is a drow female born of noble blood. She will never truly respect anyone.”

  The niskaru slowly shook her head. “Forgive me, mistress, but I do not understand why you tolerate her insubordination.”

  “Because defeating an enemy is easy. The true joy is in watching them squirm beneath your heel.”

  “I see,” Solemi whispered, her emerald eyes sparkling in thought. “Still, I would be happy to discipline her for you.”

  “I’m sure you would, but if my cock couldn’t break her will, then neither will yours.” Varassa shrugged. “Still, it would be amusing to watch you work. Perhaps I’ll give you some time with her after her child is born.”

  “When I am finished with her, she will never speak out of turn again.”

  Varassa placed her gray hand upon the girl’s pale cheek. “Ah, my precious niskaru cunt. So fierce, so loyal…”

  Solemi closed her eyes and nuzzled into her mistress’s touch. She really was unique, and not just because of her wondrously plump, human-sized breasts. Varassa had broken countless slaves over the past century, but she had never truly converted one before Solemi. The girl possessed all the cruelty and ruthlessness of a proper drow but none of the ambition. The very thought of her rebelling against her mistress was as preposterous as the idea of a male lording over Vel’Shannar—it simply wasn’t in their nature. That was precisely why Varassa trusted her Throne Maiden more than any drow.

  “Tell me: what do you think of your mistress’s new armor?” Varassa asked after a moment.

  “Your beauty will destroy empires,” Solemi breathed. “And your power will rebuild them in the Spider Queen’s name.”

  Smiling, Varassa leaned in and kissed the girl’s mouth. The niskaru’s lips were as soft and supple as the rest of her body, and she practically melted into the arms of her mistress. Solemi was a born submissive, as every slave should be.

  Varassa had high hopes that her new pet, the Ranger-General, would be one, too. The highborn’s quim had probably been slick and ready from the first moment she had been captured. If she passed her trial tonight, her training as a Throne Maiden could truly begin. Varassa’s heart raced at the thought of having two loyal, obedient cunts at her side…

  But Serrane’s final lesson would have to wait until tonight. In the meantime, there was nothing stopping the Matron Mother from enjoying the company of her favorite pet.

  “On your knees,” Varassa commanded.

  Solemi sank to the floor without the slightest hesitation. She stared up at her mistress, eager and ready to please. Usually, Varassa had to coerce her slaves to kneel before her, and as much as she enjoyed lording her power over lesser beings, there was something to be said for the gleeful, unwavering compliance of a fully broken cunt. Solemi wouldn’t even blink if Varassa ordered her to pleasure a hundred drow warriors one after another. The girl would happily drain their cocks until she drowned in their seed, all in the name of her glorious mistress.

  “You have earned a reward,” Varassa said. “Taste my glory…”

  A giddy smile graced the girl’s lips as she pushed aside the leather tassels of her mistress’s short armored skirt. Varassa lifted her right leg and slung it over Solemi’s shoulder, giving the girl easy, unfettered access to the Matron Mother’s quim.

  And as always, Solemi made the most of the opportunity. Her velvet tongue lashed across her mistress’s slit with the hunger of a male and the skill of a female. Varassa closed her eyes and moaned in delight—something she never would have done in the company of any other servant, lest they believe they had some form of power over her. Even on the vanishingly rare occasions when she invited a male inside her, she would usually cast a sensory deprivation spell upon them so they couldn’t hear or see her pleasure…

  But never with Solemi. This girl—this mixed-blood mongrel of two lesser races—may have been Varassa’s most valuable possession. She may have been the most valuable treasure in all of Vel’shannar.

  “Siyo!” Varassa gasped, clutching the niskaru’s platinum hair and holding the girl in place. A climax shuddered through the Matron Mother so hard she teetered on her heel and nearly toppled onto the bed. Solemi never even came up for breath; she continued feasting until her mistress finally pushed her away.

  “How do you wish to take me, mistress?” the girl asked, her lips and chin glistening in the dim light.

  Varassa smiled as she slowly caught her breath. She was sorely tempted to summon her cock and spend the whole afternoon fucking Solemi’s wonderfully tight quim, but perhaps today it was finally time for something different. After all, as Matron Mother she had plenty of servants she could fuck whenever she wanted—but only one servant she was willing to let fuck her with any frequency.

  “Stand,” Varassa said, placing her leg back upon the ground. “It’s time for you to summon your cock for me.”

  Solemi’s green eyes beamed so brightly they were practically blinding. She vaulted back to her feet and pushed down her own skirt, revealing the ky’ostal nauvith underneath. Varassa unlocked the harness with her magic and slowly removed the cock-shaped plugs from the girl’s quim and ass, prompting a delighted sigh and aroused mewl from her lips. The device was almost unnecessary at this point; none of the Matron Mother’s servants would dare attempt to force themselves upon her Throne Maiden. Perhaps soon it could be used upon the highborn ranger instead…

  Once her smooth, quivering quim was fully exposed, Solemi reached out to the Aether and wove one of her favorite spells. Her beautiful cunt slowly transformed into a long, thick cock, and the girl groaned softly as she stroked it to life.

  “I am ready and eager to serve you, mistress,” Solemi said. “Shall I lie upon the bed?”

  “Not this time,” Varassa said, reaching down to unfasten the straps of her new breastplate. Like nearly all drow equipment, her armor was designed to be shed quickly and easily if necessary, and in less than a minute she was nude aside from her thigh-high boots.

  “I am not worthy to behold your full beauty, mistress,” Solemi breathed.

  “True…but you are worthier than most,” the Matron Mother said. “I will grant you a rare and priceless gift, my little niskaru cunt. See to it you do not disappoint me.”

  Varassa kissed the girl on the lips again, then slowly pulled both their bodies down onto the bed. The Matron Mother parted her legs, allowing Solemi to slide between them. Her slender figure was a perfect fit, and her cock nudged up against her mistress’s smoldering entrance as she waited for permission. Varassa hadn’t invited anyone—male or female—to take her in this position since she had been Second Daughter many, many years ago. She preferred to ride her servants from above to ensure that she still retained control.

  But not today.

  “Plynn uns’aa,” Varassa breathed.

  Solemi effortlessly slipped the tip inside, and her green eyes rolled back
into her head the moment the scalding heat of a drow quim enveloped her cock. “Oh, mistress…you feel so wonderful.”

  “Do not spill until I have been satisfied,” Varassa commanded, nibbling at the tip of the niskaru’s pointed ear. Their bodies were pressed so closely together that their breasts touched, but even when their nipples grazed against each other, it still wasn’t enough. The drow dug her nails into the girl’s soft, sleek back and pulled her so tightly their flesh became inseparable. “Fail me, and I shall never grant you this privilege again.”

  Solemi’s face hardened in determination as she began thrusting slowly but steadily. Varassa closed her eyes and sighed in delight, amazed at how liberating it felt to let her guard down for once. She couldn’t imagine relaxing like this around another drow; they would have betrayed her in a heartbeat. The Spider Queen rewarded the strong and punished the weak, after all, and there was nothing weaker than trust.

  “Nnn,” Solemi whimpered as her cock plunged deeper and deeper into Varassa’s molten depths. “Mistress, I can’t—”

  “Not yet,” the Matron Mother scolded between labored breaths. She could feel her own climax approaching, and she squeezed her gray thighs together and crossed her boots behind Solemi’s back. As expected, the Throne Maiden was just as skilled at brutish, male-driven intercourse as she was at everything else; she intuitively knew just how quickly and how deep Varassa wanted every thrust. At times like these, it seemed as though the Spider Queen had used her power to sculpt and mold the perfect servant…

  “Siyo,” Varassa panted. Her nails dug deeper, her thighs clenched tighter—

  And she climaxed so hard every muscle in her body seemed to seize up at once. The shudders of delight cascaded over her one after another, and she threw back her head and cried out to the Spider Queen in exultation. Even when she finally started to come down, she continued churning her hips to draw Solemi’s cock deeper and deeper.