by Eden Redd
"When do you think we will reach the road?"
Trystan looked up to the sky, pass the trees and then back to the small dirt path ahead of them. "Two days, I think. It's hard to tell without any landmarks."
"I miss the horse." Sylk said quietly and quickly followed up with "I miss Nia and Red Fang too."
Trystan grimaced. "You don't have to say those things on my account."
"I thought it would help you feel better. Sorry master."
"Sylk, I know you only want to be with me but having friends isn't a bad thing. When we meet up with them, give them a chance. I'm sure they will surprise you."
The siren tilted her head as they walked. "I will try but I don't like it."
Trystan gave a small smile. "All I can ask is for you to try. Thank you."
The siren's eyes lit up. "You are a great master! Gwen was right about you!"
Trystan stopped in his tracks. "Gwen? The ink witch? I thought you were created when you were finished being inked into my skin? How do you know her?"
Sylk's webbed hands went to her mouth. " Ummm...I...I misspoke. I'm sure there are many Gwen’s in the world. You know when a familiar has too much energy they can become a little drunk and....."
"Sylk." Trystan said with hardness to his voice.
The siren's shoulders deflated. "She talks to me in my dreams. Asks me if you are a good master and how is the trip to Stukarr but that's it."
Trystan looked away and started walking again. Questions filled his mind. The siren silently walked alongside her master. The mage couldn't fathom why an ink witch would still be in contact with his familiar. As far as he knew, familiars are born when the tattoo is finished. They are tied to their masters and no one else. Why would the witch talk to his familiar in her dreams?
Trystan was about to turn and ask Sylk more questions when all the birds in the background became silent. The mage stopped and looked around. The forest had a darker edge then it had before.
Sylk gazed about. "What is it master?"
"I think we should run." Trystan said with wide eyes.
In the distance, off to their right, something big scuttled through the shadows. The mage was about to run when two oval dots glowed and something hissed. The mage reached out and took Sylk's arm. A thick stream of white fluid burst from the shadows. Sylk pushed her master out of the way when the fluid struck the siren on the back. Trystan held onto her arms tight as a panicked charge filled her eyes.
"Master!" The siren managed as she was yanked from her master and swallowed into the darkness.
Trystan burst forward, toward the shadows. Two eyes blinked and another stream of white shot out. Trystan stumbled and the thick strand struck a tree. The mage pulled a small canteen from his jacket and opened the top. A quick hand signal and the water flowed out, forming into a blue short sword. The mage didn't want to hurt anyone but he knew when he reached Sylk, he was going to be ready at any cost.
Another hiss and several white strands streamed from the darkness. One stuck to his short sword and yanked it away. Trystan made a signal and it turned to water and flowed back to his hand, reforming back into the sword. Breathing hard, he charged the darkness. Shadows gave way revealing pale arms clutching Sylk to it, white fluid over the Siren's mouth. Trystan gritted his teeth and charged. A white palm faced outward and a thicker stream of white launched. Trystan tried to spin away but the webbing struck him, knocking him off balance. The mage watched as he spun into a tree head first, knocking him out cold.
Nine
Waves of pain crashed through the darkness. It was easier to simply sleep it away but the pain became thicker with each wave. Standing on the shores of darkness with such throbbing pain was proving too much and eyes fluttered open to a sea of white. Groans whispered into the white, pleading for the pain to stop. Eyes opened fully and the world slowly fell into focus.
Trystan lifted his head and looked around. The pain was distracting as it radiated from his head. Instinctually a hand moved to try and rub it but instead met resistance. The white all around the mage fell into sharp focus. The mage could see without a doubt that he was covered in white silky strands. Thicker strands held him upright against a wall while other strands tied around his arms, legs and stomach. Trystan tried to move again and found he had no leeway from his bonds. Around him it appeared he was in a room but instead of corners, they were rounded edges, much like a tunnel. The chamber was medium size with a tunnel leading away on his left.
Trystan relaxed and let himself hang in his sticky bonds. He took stock of his situation. Sylk was not attached to him but he could feel she was close. The mage concentrated and her heart beat pumped steady. Thanking the gods, Trystan moved on to see if there was a way out. The white room was bare, with nothing to use. Trystan could feel hope dwindle away when a shadow moved from the corridor.
Thin shadow legs moved at curved angles. Trystan could feel his heart beat faster as something with spindly legs moved down the white corridor and stepped into view. Spider like legs moved effortlessly across the white webbing. The mage didn't even pretend to sleep as the arachnix moved into view. The lower half was that of a spider, complete with six legs and abdomen. From the waist up it was that of a woman. Trystan found himself staring at the monster as she skittered toward him. The spider woman was beautiful with long straight black hair. Fabric covered her ample chest and streamed down her front, covering her stomach where her human like body met the spider half. The arachnix smiled as she carried a large spoon with a clear liquid inside.
"You must be thirsty. Drink so you can keep up your strength." The spider woman said with a razor smile.
Trystan opened his mouth and the spider woman let the water spill into it.
"I would give you more but I saw that you are a mage. I cannot risk you using your spells to free yourself. You understand." The arachnix said kindly.
"Please, release me and my familiar. We were simply travelling through and mean no harm."
The spider woman laughed. "I know you mean no harm but you are a tasty morsel. I couldn't resist you when I first saw you."
"Resist me?"
The arachnix nodded. "Oh yes. I have always had a fondness for your kind. Male arachnixs can be hungry fools. All they think about is eating and little else. They don't understand the hungers us females can have."
"Are...are you going to eat us?"
The spider woman moved in close, eyes meeting Trystan's with a deep hunger. "Maybe you’re familiar but not you. I have other plans for such a fine human man."
An alabaster white hand touched the web crisscrossing Trystan's body and began sliding down. When it reached Trystan's manhood, it lingered. The mage felt a shiver spike up his spine. He had heard the tales but he thought they were just stories, men who were kidnapped and used by the spider women until they were done and devoured shortly after.
"Let me see if you are worth it." The spider woman hissed and began pulling at webs.
Trystan tried to think fast. "What's your name?"
The spider woman stopped and looked up. "Most often your kind doesn’t ask that question. They often beg and plead for their lives."
"I am a guest in your home. It would be rude if I didn't know your name."
The arachnix eyed the mage with curiosity. "Skeena."
"Thank you, Skeena. I would have brought a gift if I knew I was coming here."
"A man with manners, how odd that you were out in the forest, I would think you would live in one of your walled cities."
"I'm actually from a town, Sapphire Cove."
Skeena tapped her cheek with a finger. "I have heard of that town, so close to the water. Why are you so far from home?"
"I'm on my way to Stukarr to attend the elemental college. If you release me and my familiar, we could be on our way."
Skeena's eyes narrowed. "Now why would I do that? There is no benefit for me. I have you and soon I will have that warm seed you produce."
Trystan's eyes widened. "W
hy do you want my seed?"
"You don't know?" The arachnix said with half closed eyes.
"Uh...I....uh...." The mage stammered.
"I need you so I can have daughters. Your kind can mix with my kind. I despise arachnix males and would rather have a brood of females." Skeena reached down and pulled more webbing from between Trystan's legs.
"We barely know each other." Trystan could feel he was running out of time to think of something.
"All I need to know is if you are up to the task. If not, then you become food. Either way I will be satisfied.
Long white fingers pulled away the last of the web and began untying the mage's leggings. Trystan struggled but the webbing held him like steel. With leggings undone, the spider woman pulled them open. Eyes opened a little wider and a pointed tongue licked her lips.
"You are up for the task I see." Skeena smiled.
The arachnix scuttled back a few paces and began undressing. Trystan watched, helpless as her clothing fell away to reveal a toned and sensual upper body. Bare breasts hung unassisted with pale pink nipples. Right where her human half met the spider half, her womanhood gleamed with a line of honey. Skeena moved closer, hand reaching up and slowly stroking Trystan's manhood.
The mage moaned as the arachnix made long strokes. The spider woman watched in delight as the mage grew harder in her hand. From her hand, wet spider silk spun out between her flesh and Trystan's shaft. The sliding intensified and the mage could not help but moan louder.
"Please, stop this Skeena."
"Does it feel good?" The spider woman looked up with comforting eyes.
"Yes." Trystan managed between breaths.
Trystan's mind raced with any means to escape but the more the spider woman stroked him, the more bliss clouded his thoughts. The mage fought for control as he tried to resist but the smooth wet feeling of her spider silk on him was distracting. Skeena leaned her face close to his hard member; her pointed tongue snaked out and licked the tip.
"No need to tremble. I promise I will be gentle at first." Skeena smiled evilly.
Soft lips closed on the tip of the Trystan's manhood and began their slow slide down his shaft. Hips bucked but only served to push his cock further into the arachnix's mouth. The spider woman's tongue pressed along his shaft, rubbing and moving. Sucking sounds filled the room as her head bobbed back and forth on Trystan's manhood. The mage struggled but it was useless. Muffled moans rose up as the arachnix continued to suck Trystan's member. The mage looked down to see that spider woman's eyes were closed and enjoying herself.
Pale hands reached up and dug nails into the mage's legs. The quick stab of pain made the mage moan louder. The arachnix upped the tempo, sucking on every inch, tongue teasing for his seed to burst forth. Trystan eyed the arachnix as her breasts bounced to her movements. Ecstasy started to rise and Trystan was having trouble trying to think of any way to escape.
Memories of how Freya tortured him flooded Trystan's sex soaked mind. How he let her do anything to him as long as he obeyed. The only time he ever had a chance to breath during their marathon sex nights was if he played the game as well. Trystan mentally stared at his darker, primal self and he could feel it rattling the cage.
A loud groan filled the air as Trystan bucked. Skeena gave a muffled moan as spurts of come erupted in her mouth. The spider woman made her mouth tighter by pressing her tongue along the underside of Trystan's cock to the roof of her mouth. With steady movements she sucked down every drop of the mage's seed.
When the last drop was sucked down, Skeena pulled away with a smile. "My my you taste good. I hope there is more where that came from because we're not done yet."
Skeena's spider legs moved and touched the web wall. Trystan watched as the arachnix climbed up the wall with little effort. Soon the spider woman's large breasts were in his face and her wet slit rubbed against his still hard manhood.
"I can tell you are really turned on, either out of fear or lust. It doesn't matter. As long as you give me daughters I may keep you around for a few nights." Skeena winked.
The cage opened and Trystan let the beast out. "I will give you the biggest brood you ever had."
Skeena's eyes and smile brightened. "So strong, you have finally given in to my desires. I may have use for you as a slave but only if you make good on your boast."
"It is not a boast but a promise." Trystan leered.
The spider woman was nearly beside herself with giddy pleasure. Skeena practically attacked the mage with her body, pressing her breasts into his face and her wet line against Trystan's hardening member. The two let out a long moan together as Skeena took hold of the mage's cock and pushed her wet slit onto it. Inches sunk into her wet gash and the arachnix's eyes rolled into her head. Trystan bit down on the spider woman's nipple and this only made her moan louder. Spider legs worked as she forced her body against Trystan's body, impaling herself on his spear. The mage let his tongue slip out and licked her nipple as they pointed in pleasure.
"You feel so good my spider queen. Can this humble slave have more?" Trystan said while letting the lust ride his beast.
"Oh yes my little morsel, you will have more and more. Give me daughters and I will make sure to milk you dry." Skeena moaned.
Trystan licked at her warm flesh, snuggling between her ample bosom. "Please, hurt this servant. I am a naughty slave."
The spider woman forced herself down to Trystan's hilt. Eyes wild with desire, a pale hand lashed out. Pain sliced across Trystan's chest, cutting through webbing and clothes. The mage screeched and the spider woman made another swipe. Clawed finger tips came away bloody.
"You like that my little slave? You like when the queen punishes you?" Skeena cooed.
"Yes...yes...I love it." Trystan managed as pain pulsed through his chest. "Again please." The mage said weakly.
Skeena pushed her body on Trystan's rigid staff, coaxing him more and more. The web across the mage's chest bloomed with red as his blood seeped in. The mage groaned as Skeena's movements became faster and faster. The spider woman's slit tightened as Trystan made hand signals.
"Yes! Yes! Come in me and give me a brood of legend!" Skeena yelled as she pressed her body hard onto the mage.
Trystan finished the spell and blood leaped up. Skeena's eyes were closed as Trystan's cock bulged. The mage moaned as molten spurts of come filled the arachnix's tight opening. The spider woman let out a soul wrenching moan as her own orgasm made her eyes squeeze shut. The stream of blood formed into a small knife and fell into Trystan's hand. The mage quickly cut at the webbing holding his hand. Skeena opened her eyes with heated lust. Trystan freed his arm and placed the knife to the arachnix's throat.
"What's this!" Skeena hissed.
"I don't want to hurt you. Cut me loose!" Trystan demanded.
Skeena tried to move away but the mage pressed the small red blade to her neck, causing a drop of blood to drip down her alabaster neck.
"You...you tricked me!"
"I have no choice. I cannot stay here. Please cut me down."
The arachnix frowned as she pulled her body off of Trystan's still hard member. Pale hands became a blur as webbing was sliced away. The mage fell from the wall and landed on his feet with blade pointed.
"My familiar." Trystan said with a dark edge in his voice.
"She is in the other room." Skeena said with eyes still on the blood knife.
The spider woman scuttled down a short corridor and Trystan was close behind. They walked about ten feet and the corridor opened into another room. Sylk was hanging against a wall, covered in white webbing. The siren's eyes were closed and head tilted forward. Without thinking, Trystan ran up to the siren and began cutting her down. The mage managed to glance back and catch Skeena's shadow as she disappeared down another corridor and out of sight.
".....mmaster..." Sylk said weakly.
"We are getting out of here." Trystan said as he cut away the last thick strand of webbing.
Sylk fel
l into his arms. The siren looked up as she turned to mist and flowed onto his arm. Trystan looked down to see his familiar curled up on his skin. The mage knew it would be easier if he just ran without holding her.
Trystan turned around. In the corner of the room were his backpack and a bucket of water. The mage hoisted up the backpack and let the blood knife fall to the floor with a small splash. Pain radiated across his chest but it was necessary if only to make his escape. Trystan made hand signals and water streamed upward to form a blue staff.
Blindly, Trystan stumbled down another web corridor and with luck, into the night air. Instantly the mage broke into a run. Looking back, he could see the large arachnix homemade of white webbing. It connected from tree to tree. There was no sign of Skeena as he raced into the dark night. The mage continued to run until his lungs burned and legs cramped. Trystan let out a weak shout and fell to his knees.
The cool night air caressed his face as he heaved, sweat trickling down his forehead. A quick scan of the area showed nothing but trees and darkness. Listening, the forest was silent. There were no monsters chasing him or any commotion what so ever. The mage was back to his feet and lurched through the dark woods, lost and a little afraid.
Ten
Trystan walked like a zombie through the forest. The sun was up and shined brightly. The thick trees gave way to smaller ones as the mage made his way. Soon the forest grew sparse and open clearings of grass became more frequent. Tired and exhausted, Trystan kept walking until he collapsed by a large tree surrounded by tall grass.
Mist flowed upward and Sylk blinked into existence. The siren bent down, a webbed hand touching her master's face. Trystan lay with eyes closed and half his face in the dirt.
"Master, is there anything I can do?"
Trystan was silent for a moment. "No. I need to rest before we continue on."
Sylk took hold of her master and helped him to sit up against the old tree. "Maybe I can scout around and see where we are?"
"Can you read a map?" Trystan asked with his head tilted forward.
Sylk looked down. "I'm not sure but I could try."
