Spiderling
February 2009
With great effort and no small amount of nervousness, Hermione approached the glass enclosure containing her youngest pup. Her hand shook as she tried to carry a small bowl containing raw steak, chicken, and fish cut into small cubes. In her other hand, she held a cup of human blood mixed with her milk. The witch crept slowly toward the little table next to the cage, wanting to set the food down before it went into a frenzy.
The clear thirty gallon tank held a hefty layer of dirt and foliage for the little one to burrow and climb on, and even through the small branches and rocks, she could see it rolling a little golf ball around. Her mate put the toy, among a few others, inside for its enrichment, noticing that it had become quite bored. If it wanted, it could also splash around in a small pool, and sometimes they would put some small fish inside for it to chase and eat if it had been a particularly good week. However, it spent the majority of its time sleeping within its little nest.
Upon hearing her approach, the half-eldritch immediately turned to face her, its many big eyes becoming bright with happiness. It let out a noise that sounded like a cross between a hiss and a squeal, rushing at the cage but instead hitting the glass. Hermione flinched at the sound, nearly dropping the pup’s meal. She tried to calm her breathing, tentatively putting the food down and placing her hand where the little one was trying to scratch through the glass with its pedipalps. Tiny humanoid hands with claws made up their tips, palms sticking to the glass while its humanoid head looked up with nothing short of glee. Impatiently, it made another demonic coo and rapidly slapped the glass.
“He does love you so…” Pennywise whispered into Hermione’s ear, making her jump.
“I know…” she replied guiltily, avoiding his eyes, “But… I just…”
“He’s different,” the clown finishes sympathetically, wrapping his arms around her.
“He’s my son… I can’t just… I don’t know what to do…” Hermione shakes in his arms, trying not to cry over her fear.
“He understands,” Pennywise reminded her, “but he doesn’t know his own strength. His bite would hurt you more than I would allow.”
“Right,” Hermione sniffed, turning to mix the meat with the blood and milk, “Would you?” she nodded, indicating for him to distract the boy while she placed his tri-weekly meal inside his enclosure. The pinkish liquid saturated the red and pink slices, making the dish resemble a stew.
Pennywise smiled to himself, opening the door and watching as the little one dashed from one side to the other, springing through the opening before Hermione could even scream. The pup lunged at her with six arms open wide, but the clown was quick to snatch him from the air before he could make contact.
“You complete arse!!” Hermione reeled on him, moving to hit him but remembering that their son was in his hand. She settled for fuming silently and puttering around the vacant cage, cleaning the small space of feces and refilling his pool.
Pennywise giggled, holding the boy between his hands while the little one gnawed happily on his sire’s fingers. The older eldritch crooned, tickling his humanoid belly and delighting in the little hissing laugh it evoked. He chittered a small greeting, beaming when the sentiment was echoed verbatim.
“Aww… Mummy’s afraid, isn’t she?” the clown teased patronizingly, nuzzling their son’s face. He cooed in response, his little hands grasping for her, “Now come here, doll,” he added seriously, “Or we’ll come to you…”
Hermione sucked in a breath, nervously approaching her mate and the little one. Now, looking at it, she realized how human it had become over the last few weeks. Before, he’d been all spider, perhaps even reminiscent of an Orange Baboon Tarantula, but now he had a humanoid head and torso covered in tufty auburn hair. Multiple blue eyes spanned the upper half of his face, leaving him with a small button nose and sharp, toothy mouth that opened too wide for a human.
Holding their son’s meal, she sat down next to them and Pennywise reeled her in the rest of the way until she was flush against his side with an arm around her midsection. He kissed her soundly, undoing all of the buttons on her shirt and parting the fabric. Her belly bore the fading stretch marks of her most recent pregnancy, a rather large litter consisting of pups from nearly all of his prominent selves, even those who didn’t come out much.
★★★
He’d gotten a curly red-haired female pup that he’d begun calling “Duckie” because she looked like a little duck when she tried to waddle after him in her plush diaper on stick-like legs similar to his own. Her actual name was “Leda”, so the nickname ironically still fit her. Hermione seemed to think so, too.
Alpha had also sired a female pup, which had come as a pleasant surprise to the leather-clad wolf-man. She’d been so tiny, with twinkling eyes as blue as midnight and hair nearly as dark and tufty. He held her in his paws, marking and cleaning her fuzzy body with his warm tongue. After placing her on her mother’s teat, they’d decided to name her “Luna,” both after Hermione’s friend, and after her wolfish genetics. Her ears and tail were a delightful red hue, just like her father’s.
Ram, the eldritch’s cat form, had even gotten a little kitten of his own. They’d decided to name him Felis, the boy’s tiny claws being a source of discomfort for his mother. It was the only negative part about him, and his otherworldly slitted amber eyes, fuzzy cat ears, and calico-colored hair drew attention from his older siblings. He was also a very playful pup, batting at any string-like object that came into his field of vision enough that Hermoine had to swaddle him while she practiced her knitting or risk getting her projects ripped to shreds by the toddling eldritch kitten.
Monty, as he’d hoped, had gotten a young male naga pup they’d decided to name Ichor. The little one had caused quite a scare when Hermione’s labor had started only a month into her pregnancy and she’d laid his grey-colored egg within a few hours, which had been followed quickly by her youngest’s nearly black egg. Afterwards, Hermione's womb sealed itself back up for the next four months so she could carry her more mammalian children for the rest of their gestation. She could remember it well, as Pennywise had been on a hunt and she’d had to have Rose there to assist her through the laying. Then, when it came time for Hermione to birth the others, the two eggs had hatched between their siblings’ arrivals. Ichor’s egg tooth had shredded through the thin membrane, allowing him to emerge all on his own, all orange and white scales, a round face, and slitted amber eyes. Tom was most definitely his favorite person aside from his sires.
Phantom, Pennywise’s goat demon form, even sired a cute little faun who looked every bit like Hermione except for her droopy goat ears, gangly legs, hooves, and fluff. She was freckled on her face and shoulders, and sported curly hair everywhere below her bellybutton. They found out early on that she liked to dance, her little hooves tapping and clopping happily on the tiled kitchen floor. Sometimes Phantom would surface to play with her, but Hermione had noticed that the demon was a better lover than a father, preferring to attempt another mating with her than being very doting on the pup he’d already sired. Pennywise had explained it to her, saying that they were of one mind when it came to her womb, but afterwards, they had different ideas of family dynamics and their purpose outside of her. Many of them only knew how to terrify and feast instead of love.
He seemed to have an even more distant idea in mind, the spider part of the eldritch being sure to lull her into his deadlights, tie her up, and leave her entire body shaking with pleasure even before the tip of his ovipositor kissed her swollen entrance. He gave her what could arguably count as some of the best sex she’d had since her first litter had been born. She still shivered when she remembered how his mandibles had spread her open, his slippery black tongue wetting itself with her juices and chasing his previous selves’ cum back into her womb as it had begun to leak out. She missed it with a fury she couldn’t even name, and like Phantom, he was a rare emergence. He had yet to see his own pup, so Pennywise had taken it upon himself to raise the spider-like child as he and the others had with all of their other children regardless of which aspect of him sired them.
★★★
Even now, as his mate sat next to him, he could smell her mostly-hidden fear. He was almost jealous of his pups for being able to sample her in these moments, as she’d put him on a “milking ban” until their seven new pups could be weaned. All he could do now was sample her slick after bringing her to orgasm, not the worst trade he’d had with her, but watching her being forced to keep her four extra nipples around for the foreseeable future gave him plenty of opportunities to jerk himself off around her. That, and doing so gave him the unfiltered and raw want he could sense from her underneath her strong maternal feelings.
“Beautiful…” he murmured into her tousled curls, gently rolling a nipple between his fingers and watching her twitch. She blushed in response, returning to her task of feeding their son. She dipped the spoon into the meaty soup and brought up a bit of liquid and a chunk of raw steak. The pup froze, his nose flaring at the smell. He gripped his father’s arm with his legs and two arms, using two more for balance as he perched atop his large palm and reached for his mother’s offering with his other two.
Tiny fingers wrapped around the chunk of meat, swiftly bringing it to the pup’s mouth. His mandibles and tiny pin-like teeth got to work munching and sucking the blood out of it. Hermione followed his movements carefully, placing the spoon at his maw and tilting it back slowly so as to avoid a spill down the boy’s toothy fissure. After getting a taste of his mother’s milk, he cooed eagerly, looking to his father.
“Can Mummy hold me now?” he chittered hesitantly, and his father tilted his head in consideration, tightening his grip on his son in case the boy chose to disobey him.
“Are you going to bite her? Pennywise asked seriously, bringing his finger up to feel the sharpness of his son’s teeth, “Your venom could really hurt Mummy.”
“No, Papa… I promise I won’t bite Mummy,” the little one promised, wiggling happily at the indulgent smile on his sire’s face.
“Very well, but if you do bite her, you’re going back into your room for the rest of the week, alright?” Pennywise allowed, “Go slow, little bug,” he set his son down in favor of holding his mate still as their pup got comfortable on her belly, mouthing at her teats with curious mandibles.
Hermione stayed as still as she could, her arms slowly drifting up to rest underneath the boy’s arachnid-like bum. After a moment, she took more of the soup and brought another piece of meat to the little one’s mouth, and like before, he was quick to snatch up the meat and slurp down the remains on the spoon afterwards. His little purrs and coos became louder, enough that she could feel them coming from his chest. This went on for a while, only pausing when Pennywise tilted her head toward his with a familiar fuzzy insect-like finger and brought her into a spellbinding kiss.
Comforting mandibles held her face while an unforgettable black tongue slid into her mouth, positively oozing aphrodisiac venom. Hermione moaned at the taste. Kissing his lipless mouth and licking along his sharp teeth. He chittered against her mouth, nipping playfully at her tongue. Hermione pulled back only enough to gaze into his eight enormous eyes and kiss one of his eyelids.
“I missed you,” she kissed the tip of his left mandible and began sucking it, making him groan, “I missed your cock, my big, strong, mate,” she licked at his opposite mandible and sucked on it for a moment, “I bore your pup, just like you asked me to…”
Hermione rubbed her thighs together, remembering how his multiple arms held her in place, how he held her neck and bit her, envenomated her until her entire body was singing with pleasure. His abdomen buzzed so tantalizing against her swollen clit, and the knot on his ovipositor was to die for.
The eldritch chittered what she could only assume were praises, gripping onto her hips with spider-like fingers and bringing her into his lap. Their son burbled his confusion, not one to be forgotten, and his sires laughed.
“Hello, my pup,” the unnamed persona greeted in a language only he and the pup could understand, “Your dam has finally accepted you, yes?”
“Yes, Daddy,” the boy squeezed his many arms tighter around his mother, but delighted in his father’s barbed fingers combing through his auburn tufts, “Mummy loves me,” he chirped, nuzzling his dam’s vacant belly.
“Good,” the eldritch nodded, taking the nearly empty food bowl and placing it in their son’s enclosure. He could finish it in there, especially when he had some catching up to do with his mate. Meanwhile, Hermione pressed a loving kiss to her son’s forehead, careful to not hurt any eyes as she did so. The spider eldritch, ready to sink his ovipositor into its rightful place, carefully detached the pup from the witch and placed him back into his cage, shutting him in and locking the little door behind him.
Effectively alone with his mate, he stripped her of all of her clothing, starting with her blouse before moving onto her nursing bra and panties. The skirt she wore could stay, he decided, for there was still a bit of fun to have when she couldn’t exactly tell what was going on underneath. He chuckled, all six of his hands latching onto a breast and squeezing. Milk began to leak everywhere, making Hermione whine, but he was quick to remedy the problem.
Transforming his palms, he created special mouths that would latch onto her nipples and suckle like their young did. His mate gasped, realizing what he was doing and trying to stop him from draining her dry, but she began twitching with pleasure when all six began pleasuring her in unison. At the same time, his cock swelled, literally bursting out of his pants enough to split the zipper in half. Hermione gaped, realizing that he’d forgone underwear.
Dark pre beaded at the tip of the red and purple head, calling to her. Her mouth watered and her cunny began to grow damp with arousal. She’d given birth nearly two months ago, and while Pennywise, Bill, and even Alpha had mated her since then, she’d been greatly looking forward to this specific encore performance. Unfortunately, this particular personality wasn’t too keen on foreplay or oral sex that wasn’t for the purpose of easing his way inside her womb. He was almost too animalistic in that respect. He was too quick to do his “job” and retreat back inside the clown.
“Can I lick?” Hermione pouted, and the eldritch sighed fondly, lengthening his cock until she could suck on it to her heart’s content. She kissed the tip with nothing short of smug gratitude.
Unlike that of his other selves, his seed was spicy, rather than salty. It was such a captivating flavor, and she hated having to beg for it, and he knew it, too. So, he made her endure some other mode of pleasurable torture while she sucked on him. After all, it was a valuable batch of seed she was wasting in her mouth.
So, he put his tentacles to work tormenting her clit, folds, pussy, and arse while she slowly gave him a blow-job. Hermione squealed around him, the vibrations making him purr eagerly. She spasmed, her cunny squeezing tightly around one of his smaller tendrils and her hands gripping his bare shoulders. He spanked her harshly on her bum as punishment and she yelped.
The eldritch chuckled, growling playfully as he gathered her up and laid her down on their bed, crawling over her and holding her head between his mandibles. With the milk mostly gone from Hermione’s breasts, now hoarded away in his selfish gut, his six hands came to box her in underneath him. She moaned, her hands feeling for each of them and gripping the ones near her head.
His torso expanded, the first of many small and quick transformations that allowed him to become who he really was, rather than some cheap in-between that still somehow aroused his mate. No, this is what he truly was, and judging by the writhing woman beneath him, she still loved him for it.
Grinning as much as a spider could grin, he retracted his cock, shrinking it down until it kissed his mate’s slick cunny. Their juices always mixed so deliciously, and the smell was an utterly delightful blend of sweet fruits, baked goods, cream, and earthy undertones. Oftentimes, the latter smelled of dew and new life, but other times, it smelled of blood and dirt. Their young always altered the overall smell, both inside and outside of Hermione’s body. Peaches were nearly a constant now, given that their pups were still so young, and as such, depended almost entirely on their sires at this moment.
The spider pushed his cock inside with little to no warning, being too impatient to do anything else. It wasn’t so much painful for Hermione as it was startling. The moan she let out was abrupt and almost questioning, but quickly recovered into something much more loving and lustful. He rapidly rocked up and down, leaving her to hold on tight and not dislodge him from her channel.
“Ohh~ Oh~ Oh! Oh!” she moaned, crying out loud at the sudden and grueling pace he’d decided on for them, “Good! So bloody goo—Ah!”
He rumbled happily, unlatching from the new bloodied bite on her neck and bringing her head closer, slipping his tongue into her mouth in as much of a kiss as he could give. Hermione leaned into it, though, choosing to ignore the concerning creaking of the bed underneath them. They’d yet to break it, but this wasn’t exactly their first time mating on it either. She knew that there were plenty of stains that would never wash out, and when it came to replace it, she knew this one would need to be burned.
“Brrreeed me!” Hermione slurred into his mouth, sucking passively on a mandible tip, “Please, give me your cum, your knot... I need it so badly… I’m so close, love...”
His knot teased her hole, pushing in a bit, and then pulling back out. He purred mischievously, delighting in the way his mate’s hips tried to follow it and couldn’t. Still, he wouldn’t turn down such a willing female, especially this one.
Hermione cried out when he finally slipped inside with a slick squelch, twitching erratically in a way that vibrated her clit from the inside out and triggered her orgasm. She twitched wantonly, running her tingling fingers down his sides. Meanwhile, he unloaded inside her open womb, spraying what felt like gallons of inky cum into her womb. Her belly began to swell, and she moaned at the feeling, waiting for her favorite part of mating with this persona.
His cock swelled again, pushing a golf-ball-sized egg sac into her womb. It squeezed out of his heaving and squeezing bollocks, traveling through his pulsing knot, up into Hermione’s channel, before finally being dropped onto the soft “floor” of her womb. Another followed, pulsing and swelling its sires cock and dam’s channel. After three more egg sacs, Hermione was panting again.
Slowly but surely, the spider retreated, turning back into the humanoid version of itself. It kissed her with actual lips and teeth and tongue this time, rubbing her belly with thin, fuzzy fingers.
“I’m not in heat…” Hermione gently reminded him, “and I’d like to wait until we have at least named your first child before trying to make more…”
He merely shrugged in response, not fully understanding the issue, but understanding her irritation and wanting to make amends to it. Being denied breeding rights to his mate was certainly an attention-getting incentive.
Hermione pushed him aside so she could sit up with him on the edge of the bed. His tongue found the bite on her neck and began soothing it with soft, warm laps. Meanwhile, she looked over to their pup’s enclosure, only to see the little one already watching his sires with big curious eyes. Hermione blushed from her ears to her breasts, the beautiful flush making her mate croon happily and nuzzle her embarrassed skin.
“H-he was watching us…” she bemoaned, shamefully putting her head in her hands.
“Good… to know… process…” the spider eldritch tried to speak English, rather than his usual spidery chirps and clicks, petting her in a comforting gesture.
“Not when he’s two months old!” she groaned at him and he frowned for a moment before gathering her up in his arms with a smirk.
“Will... show him again… if you keep… moaning like you’re… in heat…”
“What?” Hermione gaped, suddenly falling prey to his thirty fingers running along her skin and digging into her vulnerable spots. She screeched at being tickled so thoroughly, trying to roll over into a foetal position, “Stop! Stop! That tickles! I’m going to p—”
The eldritch paused, thinking for a moment with a tilt of his head. Hermione caught her breath, sliding out from underneath him in favor of reaching into her son’s cage to take out his empty (and licked clean) food bowl. The pup crawled out with her hand, latching onto it with a giddy squeal. The witch smiled at the little one, feeling his fuzzy limbs along her sensitive wrists. It made her laugh.
“That… is his name…” The spider eldritch decided behind her. Hermione turned around, very confused.
“What is?” she frowns, holding him close to her naked chest so he could latch on and suckle another possible meal from her. Otherwise, he seemed happy enough to just pacify himself with the sucking. His fuzz rubbed against her skin, and his hands’ constant kneading made her struggle to sit still with a straight face. She looked down at him, and the little one cooed, nuzzling his head into her soft skin. He seemed happy, if not a bit shy, now that she was alright with holding him, “Tickles?”
“Does he not… tickle you?” he prompted, leaving the bed and crouching behind her to look over her shoulder at their pup.
Hermione snorted a quiet laugh, rubbing the boy’s head and cheek with her fingertips, “I suppose he does... but if he gets picked on when he’s older, I’m sending him straight to you.”
“I will eat… anyone who dares to try…” the proud father huffed behind her, “It is an eldritch name… like Pennywise.”
“Well, I think it’s very cute,” Hermione turned to kiss her mate on his pouting lips before giving their son a quick peck on his cheek while the pup tried gently mouthing at hers in an attempt at kissing.
“Uh oh,” Hermione teased the older eldritch, holding their son up for inspection and indicating to her slobbery cheek, “It looks like Daddy might have some competition…”
The spidery man chuckled darkly, plucking Tickles from her arms and putting him to bed in his locked cage. When he turned around, the level of heat in his eyes actually made her nervous. He crooked a beckoning finger at her and she hesitantly crawled over to him. His finger underneath her chin brought their faces together and he merely smirked, licked her cheek to clean off their son’s drool, and inserted a large plug into her cunny to block any egg sacs or seed from dribbling out. Then, he was gone, walking through their bedroom door completely naked. Not that it mattered, since everyone else in the house was under two months old and supposed to be sleeping in the room she was sitting in.
Still, she passively rubbed her naked clit underneath the ruined skirt she still wore, wondering who else she could draw out of her dark and fantastic mate.