And what was this physical need exactly?
Yes, human, open up to me, the monster communicated without words. It was as if they now had a connection and the creature spoke directly to Jack’s mind.
Or he was going mad.
He understood the spider’s meaning once the prick-like appendage slipped between his buttocks and rubbed his anus almost gently, leaving Jack shocked by his own reaction. He moaned and writhed in the cobweb—not to escape but desperately arching toward the touch. Was there even room left for shame at this point?
All he knew was that his whole body throbbed with the need to connect with the monster and get off.
A faint thought lingered that his feelings about penetration had always been somewhat ambivalent, but his brain was thoroughly soaked in the delicious anticipation at this point. The furry jaws slid to his shoulders and tightened on the sides of his neck, and as the huge form behind Jack shifted, two of the long legs rested on his hips, trapping them in the position the arachnid desired.
Jack couldn’t tell if it was all instinct on the part of the monster, or if it knew what would be most convenient, but at this angle, the damp appendage pushed at Jack’s anus. He gave a choked cry when his sphincter squeezed against the force, but the spider was insistent in its needs and wouldn’t relent until Jack’s body let it in. The pain of penetration was like a stab, but once the muscles were forced to relax, the spider cock slid in with no trouble at all.
Perhaps the tube was there to eat Jack from inside out? Trapped in the cobweb, he knew that he should be terrified out of his mind, but whatever the spider had drugged him with was working, and no matter what Jack’s brain screamed at him, he couldn’t wait to rock against the appendage. Hard and slippery, it moved inside slowly, so clearly the monster didn’t wish to rip him apart. Jack’s sphincter throbbed around it, gradually allowing the invasion. What should be beyond wrong couldn’t have felt more right.
He moaned his pleasure, his tongue and lips so numb he dribbled saliva down his neck, focused solely on the spider’s… cock? Was it a cock? He didn’t even care anymore. He burned to have it deeper inside him.
The jaws tickled his neck lovingly, and he arched back, trying to rub against the massive body while the appendage thrust in deeper, until it hit something that made Jack squeal in surprise. Then came a pang of pain. Not too bad, but the sound Jack made was adverse to the spider, which started retracting the thick tube.
“N-no,” Jack whimpered, squirming to stab himself on the worm-like appendage. The creature stopped, but it seemed to get the hint, as the cock-thing started pushing back in a constant movement that had Jack questioning the length of the thing. And his own sanity.
Every now and then, the penetration would cause cramps in Jack’s insides, but then the appendage retracted before once more fighting its way in until Jack’s back was curved into a bow, and his dick stiffer than it had ever been.
Jack did everything he could to grind it against the cobweb, and its sticky touch, as strange as it was, offered that bit of relief as he desperately thrashed in the bondage. No future or past mattered. It felt as if dying would be a better fate than not coming.
He became frustrated when his tormentor’s dick stopped moving, but then the spider twitched against him, and something pushed at his sphincter again. At first, he thought the beast hadn’t yet shoved its entire length in, but then it became clear that whatever was worming its way into him now was inside the tube.
Jack’s lips felt dry even after he dampened them with his tongue, but he had no complaints when the bulge passed his entrance and moved deeper, making space for another one. It was as if the spider cock was gaining thickness, hardening, only to soften again. Jack couldn’t take the intensity of the experience any longer.
Whatever moved inside him, stimulated a spot that caused pleasure to ripple through his body. Bound, spread open, with a hairy body on top, he couldn’t think of anything but rubbing his cock against the sticky cobweb faster.
The spider made that clickety sound again as if to soothe Jack, tell him that all would be over soon.
The pumping continued as the appendage passed more and more objects, depositing them deep in Jack’s gut. It made him frantic with need but also caused discomfort as his gut expanded, filling so thoroughly he was losing his mind. It was only when the spider cock slid out of Jack’s hole, and something pushed at the sphincter from the inside, that the mountain of pleasure crumbled, making his entire body shudder in ecstasy that consumed everything—the spider, the web, and even Jack himself.
Chapter 3
Everything hurt.
His stomach, his legs, his muscles, his throat, and his wounded cheek. Hell, even his head, so he stubbornly kept his eyes shut despite the bright light shining onto his face. Something kept tickling him, but he didn’t react, wanting to fall into merciful sleep again and no longer deal with the pain and nausea. Something buzzed and bumped into the side of his head, making Jack sit up, only to fall back into the pillows when a powerful cramp twisted through the entirety of his insides.
“F-fuck!”
“Just stay down,” said a female voice. “Doctor Hunt! He’s waking up!”
The yelling made Jack’s head hurt even more, but when he growled, the burning in his throat made him gag.
The woman above him wore a dark brown dress, with a starched white apron and a headdress that immediately identified her as a nurse. Her mouth was pursed into a pitiful expression, and she was quick to pull Jack’s head up and put a glass of cold water against his lips. The liquid soothed the soreness of Jack’s throat, and he shuddered, falling back to the bed after a few swallows.
Only now did he realize there were other people around. He lay on a metal bed by the window, but to his right was a divider, and someone coughed loudly on its other side. The smell of iodine and alcohol penetrated his nose so violently it took all of his willpower to keep the water down.
“You’re one lucky lad!” said a doctor, rushing in. “How are you feeling? Do you remember what happened?”
Judging by Jack’s state, the spider hadn’t been a nightmare. Did all these people know what—?
“Inside of me!” Jack yelled, sitting up again. “There’s something inside of me!”
The nurse smiled at him while frowning, which created the weirdest expression of both pity and consolation. “It’s all right, doctor Hunt had your innards emptied, and your fellow venators disposed of the eggs safely. You were very brave,” she told him, but it sounded like something she would have said to a crying child after inoculation.
Jack’s mouth was dry again, and he pulled the blanket all the way to his chin. “I… what…”
The doctor pulled on his gray beard and nodded at the nurse, who mercifully left, sparing Jack the embarrassment of listening to this in the presence of a lady.
“That tarantoid poisoned you, but you’re getting stronger. In two days or so, you will be able to walk out of here on your own two legs,” he said, taking some notes, which he then pinned to the footboard of Jack’s bed. “You need to be more careful. If you hadn’t been found on time and the eggs hatched inside you, the young would have eaten you alive.”
With a somber expression, he reached into the pocket of his coat and placed a jar on the bedside table. Small, objects that looked very much like large raisins, floated in brine. Jack’s mind took its time to put two and two together, and his stomach twisted when he realized it was the spider eggs.
He drowned in the mattress, trying not to think too much about the tarantoid dick moving inside him and filling him up. He shouldn’t have liked it. “Does anyone… know?”
The doctor frowned. “Only the venator who found you, but I’m sure professional solidarity will keep his mouth shut. Then again, it’s hard to say how much you can trust a chat.”
Jack’s mind went blank.
“A chat.”
“Funny ginger fellow. Well behaved for a Frenchman.”
Jack�
��s heart might have as well stopped beating.
Saved by a chat. If his father found out, he’d disinherit Jack and never speak to him again. “Thank you.”
The doctor glanced at his watch and adjusted his coat. “All right then. You will be fed a liquid diet for the next two days. The chat left a newspaper for you, in case you got bored. I’ll see you during the afternoon rounds,” he said, retreating behind the divider.
Jack cleared his throat. “Could I... keep one of the poisoned eggs? As a reminder that I should be more careful in the future?”
The doctor shrugged. “I don’t see why not.”
When he left, Jack looked under the comforter, wanting to make sure everything was fine with his junk. Did getting fucked by a tarantoid even count as losing one’s virginity? He was probably on virgin territory with that question.
The moment he grabbed the newspaper from the bedside table, he understood why the chat had left it.
Roux Chat-Bonnes saves the night!
The Annual Nessie Hunt could have ended in tragedy if it wasn’t for Roux Chat-Bonnes, the first non-human venator to graduate from the Paris Academy for Interdimensional Matters. Instead of chasing fame, he slayed a tarantoid that had tormented the local population for months, and saved a young man from becoming a spider incubator.
Good luck with Nessie next year, monsieur Chat-Bonnes!
Underneath the headline on the front page, Roux smiled at Jack from a photo where he held the giant spider’s head in one paw and the leather sack containing bounty in the other.
Jack covered his face with the newspaper and breathed in the scent of ink, but it would not obscure his shame.
Maybe next year then.
Jack Addison vs. Nessie’s Tentacles
Jack Addison Vs. A Whole World of Hot Trouble #2
K.A. Merikan
“I’m not here to make friends. I’m here to slay Nessie.”
Jack Addison is on his way to becoming a famous monster hunter, but luck had been against him at the Annual Nessie Hunt the previous year. Now, he’s back at Loch Ness to show everyone what he’s made of.
He’s got a lot to prove to Roux Chat-Bonnes, the snotty cat-like creature who saved his life last time, so Jack goes into the woods to hunt Nessie armed with a brand new detection device.
But the creature he finds is nothing like he expected. Where he thought he would slay a monster, he ends up learning a valuable lesson about opening his horizons to new lifeforms. The learning curve is made delightful with the help of tentacles, suckers, and lots of slippery slime.
POSSIBLE SPOILERS:
Themes: pride, dreams, self-discovery, tolerance, fame, monster hunting, interspecies relations, tentacles
Genre: M/M romantic erotica, horror-comedy
Erotic content: Scorching hot, explicit scenes
Length: ~10,500 words (Episode 2 in the serial)
WARNING: This story contains morally ambiguous characters and scenes of sex that might be considered taboo.
Previously on Jack Addison vs. A Whole World of Hot Trouble:
In the world of monster hunters, Jack Addison’s surname really means something. His father is a living legend of the profession, and his grandmother invented the essential equipment of a venator. Hungry for fame and eager to prove he is his own man, Jack joins the annual hunt for the Loch Ness monster.
Jack is delighted when his name immediately makes him the center of attention (even if everyone is most interested in touching his sword), but his mood drops when he realizes he is to compete for Nessie’s head with a cat-like creature, who has recently become the first non-human venator in history. When Roux Chat-Bonnes refuses to acknowledge Jack’s superiority, their argument is resolved with a fight that leaves Jack with a scarred face.
As the venators begin their hunt, Jack goes off alone, and enters the secret lair of a giant spider. Trapped in its web, Jack becomes the vessel for the monster’s future offspring, but before the eggs can hatch, he is rescued by the despised Chat-Bonnes. He decides to keep one of the eggs removed from his body as a reminder to never again be so careless.
Chapter 1
A year was a massive chunk of time when you were twenty. Twelve months had passed since the unlucky Halloween night that had initiated Jack’s career in monster hunting and proved to him that being a venator wasn’t all fame and glory. Sometimes it was tarantoid eggs up your ass.
But that unlucky night felt like a lifetime ago, and Jack returned to Scotland as a new man. If the run-in with the giant spider had taught him anything, it was that even an Addison needed to start small, so he’d polished his skills killing necrorats for a couple of weeks after his release from hospital. He’d then progressed to bigger bounty, and had assisted his father in hunting down a rabid bigfoot a month back.
This year, Nessie’s head would surely be his to hang on the trophy wall. The tarantoid egg he kept for good luck was safely tucked into the inside pocket of his shirt. What could go wrong?
But first, he’d enjoy himself in the company of friends, because as he now knew, venators started arriving at Loch Ness a couple of days before Halloween. Since it was an excellent opportunity for hunters from across the globe to meet, brag about their accomplishments, and get blackout drunk, Jack had arrived with his own jolly group the evening before the event.
The four of them unpacked their belongings from the coach. Drake Nguyen, who’d invited Jack to stay with him back in London, Alwyn Hughes, who claimed to have experience with large creatures since his encounter with a giant in Sweden, and Michael Gager who, despite his name, had no gag reflex.
Michael was Jack’s latest conquest, and in the past two months had proved to be a fun person to be around. He’d arrived in London fresh-faced and ready to take on the world after graduation from the American Institute of Interdimensional Studies, just like Jack had last year. Jack had been happy to take him under his wing when asked to do so by his father, but was even happier to find out Michael was a hot piece of ass. Red-haired, freckled, and as curious about monster research as he was about finding new positions to have sex in.
Jack was more than happy to assist him with the latter. For science.
The pre-hunt party was in full swing, and with the weather relatively mild for this time of year, the yard in front of the inn had become a venue in its own right, attracting guests with the promise of cheap drinks served straight from barrels, and a bonfire. Jack and his friends opted for the comfort of the barn, where many of the participants of the Halloween events would spend the night. Despite last year’s annoyance with the sparsity of accommodation, Jack had ultimately decided against booking a room in advance, having not known that he would be traveling with a lover. It was by sheer luck that someone had been late to pick up their keys, thus enabling Jack to get some privacy with Michael after all.
They would celebrate regardless of the result of this year’s hunt.
Drake rubbed his hands together with a wide grin. “I’ll get us some drinks.”
Alwyn sat on a pile of hay and dropped his bag next to it, but Jack couldn’t pay him much attention once he heard French spoken nearby. He discreetly glanced over his shoulder, searching for a glimpse of ginger fur, but Roux wasn’t among the group of Frenchmen claiming a part of the barn for their use.
“Some suspect that the interdimensional crack that has released Nessie is actually at the bottom of Loch Ness,” Michael said, opening one of his many notebooks. Jack wasn’t generally a fan of nerds, but Michael looked sexy when naked and with his nose in a book, so he let it slide.
“Did they say anything about it back at the Academy?”
While all students at the American Institute of Interdimensional Studies received the same basic education, the focus of their studies diverged significantly in the third year, so while venators, like Jack, learned the practicalities of hunting beasts, researchers focused on theory, which most of the time was kind of irrelevant. But Jack would listen to Michael and nod, since it us
ually made him more eager in bed.
Michael adjusted his wire-framed glasses and leaned against Jack, pointing to a complicated diagram he’d sketched. “There’s a group of scientists from Edinburgh who presented this theory at a conference last year. Apparently, the reason why Nessie can only be spotted once per annum is because it leaves its dimension at will. It opens the gap between worlds on Halloween, hunts for one night, and then leaves, closing the veil behind it.”
Alwyn snorted, cutting a slice from a block of cheese they’d brought with them for snacking. “You’re making it sound like a sentient creature.”
Michael shrugged, shutting the notebook when Jack gently squeezed his thigh. “No one has conclusively proved it’s not.”
Alwyn rolled his eyes. “Here we go…”
“Why don’t you ask Drake? He’s had a run-in with it last year,” Jack offered.
“He said he stabbed it, not talked to it,” Alwyn said with his mouth full.
Michael gasped and pulled on Jack’s sleeve. “Is that… a chat?” he whispered, and Jack turned to look.
He’d both dreaded meeting Roux again and anticipated it. He’d gone through a thousand witty retorts he could make in case the chat wanted to embarrass him over last year’s fiasco, but now he couldn’t remember a single one.
Roux walked up to his friends, without even noticing Jack. “They gave my room to someone else. Said they couldn’t wait any longer. It’s not my fault the boat was late!” He made a scowly face and his lip curled to show spiky canines.
Jack swallowed nervously. That must have been the room he’d been lucky to snatch. Considering that Roux had saved his life last year, the honorable thing would have been to come clean and offer Roux the room. But then Michael rubbed his hand down Jack’s back, and all of his good intentions went out of the window. It wasn’t as if Roux needed privacy with a partner. Or did he?
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