The Fear She Sought Out

The Harem of Maelys Part 5

Content Warning: #erotica #smut #weird #monsters #demons #futanari #polyamory #kemonomimi #magic #spiders #nonconsent

Characters: #Gaelle #Raluca #Margot

Gaelle glared out at the assembled hosts, hefting a truly ridiculous sword. Even from her protected position behind Aurelie and Lisette, she could see thousands of the dirty, seething warriors. Though the others were utterly unconcerned, Gaelle had never fought a human, let alone an army. For two decades she'd been raised to believe that the White Gods had blessed her, her family, and their lords. They were the holy ones, the chosen people. They were the righteous.

The men before them didn't seem very righteous. They'd burned and looted their way through the border lands to the edge of the eastern forest that constituted the outer edge of Maelys's personal territory. Smaller missions were frequently sent to harass the invaders further away on the continent, but this army had weathered both Iscah's and Aurelie's initial attempts to steer them away, and now they were deep into the lands of Celtica.

To steal a phrase from the Priests of the White Gods, it was--quite literally--a Hell-worthy trespass.

"The eastern ones don't look as civilized as the western ones," Lisette observed.

"Let's get this over with," Aurelie said, clearly grumpy about her past failures to stop them. Without ceremony, she strode forward and soon was bounding directly at the spearhead of their formation. Behind her, Lisette veered left, her lightning-fast sprint bending around to attack from the north.

Carys kept Gaelle back with a hand on her shoulder.

"Shouldn't we help them? I thought these soldiers had proven difficult to stop."

"Just wait a moment. You don't want to get caught up in Lisette's onslaught."

With a resounding slam, Aurelie met the oncoming horde, her scaly golden fists pummeling man and beast to red mist without regard to armor or weapon. Gaelle felt herself cringe at the carnage, as much from embarrassment as from horror.

"...How did they make it past her aga--"

Deafening thunder pealed and the whole gory tableau was burnt out by a flash of searing light. When her eyes had cleared, two-thirds of the enemy forces had been vaporized. Only a smoldering crater remained.

Gaelle turned to Carys, arms folded. "Why are we even here?"

"Go ahead, Gaelle. I want you to come back with at least one head. Just to make sure you haven't forgotten who you fight for."

Gaelle turned back to the decimated host and popped her neck with a twist. Stone sword on her shoulder, she sauntered into the melee, arrows clattering off her new skin.

The thrill of battle was still coursing through her as Gaelle as she made her way down into the depths of the Ebon Tower. She'd never been past the wide, meandering stair that led below ground level. Considering the other creatures she'd seen in the rest of the castle, it was almost as exhilarating as the fighting had been.

The dungeons, as they were called by the ladies of the harem, were a rough-hewn series of twisting, damp stone corridors, beset with doors, gates, bars, and portals every few yards. It reminded Gaelle of the labyrinth of the old myths, until she realized that it might well have been one and the same.

There were so many novel sights and sounds and smells that she found it difficult to focus on her task. She saw no webs or threads, even though the Aurelie had had seemed sure that her that her target, Raluca, dwelled somewhere within these passages.

She wasn't terribly concerned, however. Her new adaptations were taking hold, and she knew that she was no mere mortal anymore. Already dark energy clung to her hands as though she'd dipped them in sparkling tar, and similar bio-wings sprouted from her back. Her little tail was just coming in, but soon it'd be as long as Priscilla's, same with her horns.

Riding the self-confidence of her new powers and the high of her successful battle, Gaelle wandered jauntily through the grim halls, peering in through bars and around corners, looking for the woman-spider.

Hours later, thoroughly lost, Gaelle's steps had gone from a saunter to a stalk.

Retracing her steps didn't help, nor did following one wall to find the exit. She was certain she was deeper in the earth than she'd been before, but there had been no stairs or ramps. Cobwebs and fog were both growing in density, and none of the creatures she could hear around her in the halls and behind the portals spoke to her or otherwise gave her any indication they were members of the harem.

"Fuck."

"Lost, little one?" asked a voice. So unexpected was it that Gaelle shrieked in panic, then clamped her hands over her mouth.

What stood behind her was not a spider, but a woman seemingly made up of translucent black slime. A sticky trail led away from her into the darkness. Her form suggested similar traits to other members of the harem, rubbery horns, long hair, and many tentacles, but there was something predatory in the way she spoke that made Gaelle take a step back. Numerous green eyes watched her hungrily from the woman's tentacles and body.

"I can hel--"

"Uh, no, just... I'll be going, thanks!"

Gaelle pelted down the corridor, taking twist after twist as the echoing voice of the slime woman faded to nothing in the distance. She stopped when she encountered an open stone arch, snatched a glance over her shoulder, and skittered inside.

Much like the other rooms in the dungeons, this one was carved from the dark stone, but this one was much rougher, and water filled the floor like a low bath. It was as though it'd been dug, rather than hewn. In the back of the room, mounded up in the blue water, was pile of shining gold and silver coins and treasure with a large, scaled woman curled up on top of it. She had magnificent twisting horns, thick scales, savage claws, snakes in her long hair, a thick tail, and several pairs of enormous wings that twitched into a slow spread at the sound of Gaelle's approach. One eye opened, brilliant with fire.

"Newcomer?" the dragon asked.

Gaelle, out of breath and petrified besides, nodded, not trusting her tongue to speak.

"Looking for something?"

Again, Gaelle hesitated.

"I'm Margot. The eldest."

"...Gaelle. The, uh, youngest."

"Pretty. You look fresh, too."

Margot yawned, displaying a maw of vicious, shark-like teeth as a small gout of flame roared out of her throat.

"You must be looking for something, to be down here," Margot said.

"I-I was looking for Raluca."

Margot's scaly brows twitched downward in a brief scowl.

"Why?"

Gaelle had to settle her nerves for a moment to prepare an answer. She took a deep breath. The room smelled of smoke and salt and sea.

"I want her to train me," she said, hesitating to reveal the whole truth, lest Margot take advantage of her intent. A moment later, she regretted her glibness.

Margot shrugged and shifted her scaled body on her treasure pile, exposing her large breasts and scaly belly as she sat up.

"Go out, take a left, then a right. Raluca's room is three doors down, and it's covered in webs. It's hard to miss."

"Thank you."

Margot nodded, then reached into a full stretch powerful enough to produce deep pops and cracks from her joints. Gaelle bowed her way out of the chamber.

Raluca's webs were in evidence long before Gaelle arrived at her room. Quietly, she crept along the corridor covered in cobwebs, trying to avoid stepping on or touching any of them, but it was impossible. She had to push them aside to make way, and each time she did, she got more firmly stuck. Before she realized what was happening, she was firmly held in place, suspended just off the ground. Struggling did nothing except bind her more tightly.

Then, imperceptibly at first, there was a skittering sound. Then it came again, more noticeable.

"Hello? Raluca? Um, I've gotten stuck..."

It was coming from all around her.

"Raluca? Is that you?"

Skittering and chittering, and it seemed to be coming from inside the webs-hidden corners of the corridor.

"I'm Gaelle, could-could you release me?"

Slowly, inexorably, a fine lace of fresh silk lowered over Gaelle's eyes. A thick bundle fit itself into her mouth, choking off her scream. The gentlest, subtlest touches of hard chitin tapped over her body, then she was being dragged away into the darkness.

Bound, gagged, and blind, Gaelle choked out muffled cries of terror. Lifted by smooth, hard hands, her wrists were bound and she was hung from her arms from the ceiling. Thick, strong webs pulled her legs apart and lifted her hips so that she was face down, with her ass in the air. Still she struggled, but even despite her newfound strength, she was held profoundly captive.

A dark, cool voice spoke to her.

"Hello Gaelle. I know why you're here. I'm Raluca, Maelys's basement spider. I listen to things. I hear things. I hear that you want to toughen up a bit. You want more... stamina."

Raluca giggled in the darkness.

"You want to be Maelys's favorite fucktoy."

A gentle, slender hand caressed her body, adjusting the web so that the pressure of suspension was better distributed.

"I can help you with that. I'd love to in fact. But first..."

In literal and figurative suspense, Gaelle nodded blindly.

"First, you have to agree. I'll give you such an exquisite experience, pleasure from pain, and from pain, luscious pleasure. If you're too scared, shake your head and I'll have Margot whisk you away back to the safety of the upstairs. But if you agree, all you have to do is nod."

I didn't come all this way to be scared off now, Gaelle thought.

She nodded her head.

"Ahaha! This will be fun then. If you want me to stop, just say the word. Oh, just kidding!"

Raluca lifted her chin and whispered to her. "If you want me to stop, open your hand wide. I've webbed it up so that I won't miss it. Flex it a bit, to show me you can."

Gaelle flexed her hands, finding them mostly free except where her wrists were bound in sticky thread.

Good thing I'm tougher than I used to be, this would surely break my shoulders otherwise.

Raluca hummed to herself in a sing-song manner.

"Where should I begin? I suppose I should see what I have to work with."

Gaelle felt Raluca's slender, hard fingers skitter over her body, plucking at her clothes. Webs pulled them free for her. She could see a bit of light glowing brighter through her blindfold, but it offered her nothing.

"Mmm, you're quite nicely made, I must say. We're going to have so much fun with you."

We?

"Now, how sensitive are you?" Raluca asked, skimming her cool fingertips against Gaelle's suspended nipples. They tightened into hard points quickly, but Raluca's hands were already sliding against her thighs and ass.

"Cute little tail," she remarked, flipping it and causing Gaelle to squeak through her gag. She lifted it again, seeming to observe Gaelle's ass and crotch.

"Seems sensitive, too. Brace yourself, Gaelle, I'm going to get started now," Raluca said. She paused and Gaelle thought she could hear the spider licking her fingers, then she gently began massaging Gaelle's pussy lips. She pushed the flat of her thumb against Gaelle's ass and massaged her hood, each step more forceful and impatient.

"Alright, enough of the niceties. You were already sopping wet anyway. In order to break you, I'm first going to give you a good hard fucking."

Gaelle felt Raluca climb around on top of her, suspended by her own threads. She gripped her arms and legs with her spider claws, then settled her abdomen against Gaelle's crotch. She nestled some part of her abdomen, like a penis-sized stinger or spinner, into Gaelle's folds, then started to work in and out. She pushed deeper every time, so that Gaelle felt she was going just a bit to fast. She moaned into her gag, savoring the texture of it.

"Mmm, you're nice and tight. Maelys will like that. Yes..."

Raluca's hard, bumpy, smooth spinner reamed in and out of Gaelle's sopping pussy. Gaelle wasn't used to the aggressive treatment, and her juice quickly drenched her thighs.

Raluca sighed lusciously as she continued to pound Gaelle, but she soon remembered her tail. She slowed for a moment to slide Gaelle's tender, short tail into her own pussy at the base of her torso, trilling in delight as she took it. The sensation of Raluca's tight, hot insides overwhelmed Gaelle, who drooled through her gag as her head dangled limply.

"Looks like she's relaxed enough to take the base of it," someone said. Gaelle's woozy mind slowly identified the speaker as the dragon, Margot.

"Ready for a bit of a pop?" Raluca asked her, pushing her spinner in until the wider base pressed against her lips.

Gaelle nodded slowly, shakily, and Raluca pushed her spinner deeper, stretching her to the limit. Her pussy clamped down on the knot once it was inside, pushing it against her G-spot.

"Hghh," Raluca grunted. "Been a while since someone could receive me so easily. Hnn... Yes... I'm going to cum in you."

Suspended in the air, there was nothing Gaelle could do but take it as Raluca penetrated her over and over. Her tail slipped free of Raluca's pussy, and when Raluca reinserted it, she immediately came in Gaelle's pussy, her spinner shooting so much web into her that it seeped out around her knot and spilled audibly to the floor. Gaelle struggled to remain conscious, but Raluca kept slamming into her relentlessly, trying to push her past her limit, overwhelm her with orgasms. Together they struggled like this for long minutes, but Gaelle couldn't last. She faded out, her mind filled with blinding darkness.

"Wow. She's one hell of a tough little lady," Margot laughed. "She almost had you there."

Raluca gingerly removed her sore spinner from Gaelle's reddened vagina, hissing slightly. "You're telling me," she said, multifaceted eyes rolling. Aftershocks sent web shooting across the floor as Raluca backed off and came down out of the web that Gaelle was suspended in. "But let's not tell her that."

Margot stretched again and got up from her spot in the corner. She walked to Gaelle and removed the web blindfold and gag, gently closing her half-lidded eyes with her thumbs. "She'll be out for a bit. Need a break?"

Raluca nodded, fetching a carafe of fruit juice from a hidden compartment. "Where does Maelys keep finding the crazy ones?"

Gaelle awoke to a pleasant sliding sensation against her groin, finding herself suspended on her back, knees apart, arms over her head. She then realized that she could see. Her vision was blurry at first, but cleared quickly, her new eyes adapting to the darkness of Raluca's quarters, where the only light was the gentle glow of Margot's belly.

"Keep hydrated," Margot said, lifting a stone cup to her lips. The sweet juice was icy cold and almost painfully refreshing. She gulped it eagerly until it was gone and Margot returned to the far wall to sit and watch.

"Welcome back," Raluca purred, tugging the sheet of web smoothly across Gaelle's mound.

"Ah."

"It's good, isn't it? Nice and gentle. Carys likes this. But that was just to wake you up. Time to get back to work, don't you think?"

"You're not done yet?" Gaelle asked, voice quavering nervously.

"Oh goodness no. And more importantly, neither are you."

"--Uh."

"Remember your hand signals?"

"Yes b--"

"Here we go then," Raluca interrupted, using her slender chitinous fingers to open Gaelle's outer labia. Then, carefully, she threaded Gaelle's tiny hood with silk, and then threaded her clit as well.

"Hya! Hnnn..."

"You have such a pretty little body," Raluca commended, gently stroking her lips. She moved her hands away, gesturing and waving her fingers. Each movement sent shivers into Gaelle's vulnerable clit and her hips jerked involuntarily, pulling the thread even tighter. Gaelle couldn't contain her trembling moans, especially not when Raluca began to play the threads like the strings of a violin. She ran her fingers across them, sending unstoppable vibrations directly into her clit. She could almost hear the song Raluca played with her body, her hips shaking and her muscles straining as she lost control and orgasmed loudly.

As Gaelle was calming down, Raluca threaded her nipples as well, then started playing again, long before Gaelle was ready. The vibration ran right through her like lightning. Her back stiffened and her thighs clenched and pushed against the webbing that held her up. She pulled her limbs close as though to protect herself from the onslaught of sensation, but she could barely move at all.

"Ghhh, Please," she begged, "please, it's too intense..."

"Do you want me to stop?"

Gaelle paused. "Nn-no... I need something inside."

"Oh, I know. I can see you clenching down here. I was just teasing you of course."

Raluca lifted her spinner to Gaelle's tail, webbing it up with a thick rope, then slowly pulling it taut between her lips. The silk rope dragged against her anus and through her pussy deliciously, and when Raluca started playing again, Gaelle held her gaze, nodding fiercely as the sensations mounted. Though she'd been almost exhausted, the more comfortable pleasure made her feel like she could keep going for a little longer. She let her cries mix with the sweet music that Raluca played with her thread until she came again, wetly, shaking, and utterly spent.

After she'd calmed down, Raluca transformed Gaelle's suspension into a comfortable sling chair. Hands now free, she massaged her aching, wasted muscles as Margot brought more juice. It didn't take her as long to recuperate as she thought it would. As soon as Raluca was busy with reorganizing her webs, Margot returned, her glowing belly shedding light on Gaelle's surprised expression.

"My turn."

Margot wore no clothes, but her scales obscured any details of her anatomy. Or at least they did until she sprouted her own thick member.

Gaelle stared. It was huge and it glowed from between the scales, just like the rest of Margot's belly. Each thick scale seemed perfectly placed to scrape against her insides and her flared tip was so red it looked painful. Margot put a large hand on Gaelle's head gently but firmly, her wrist spanning the entire distance between her little horns. She pushed into Gaelle's mouth the moment she licked her lips. Surprised by the force and size of it, Gaelle let out a muffled, startled squeak. Though it was immediately clear that Margot's penis was too big for her, Gaelle's body began adapting immediately to accommodate it. Not a moment too soon either; once Margot felt the inside of her mouth, she couldn't hold back. As she fucked Gaelle's mouth, her bumpy scales dragged her saliva out and down her chin.

"Ohh, yeah..." Margot mumbled, pulling Gaelle harder onto her dick.

Gaelle enjoyed the sensation of Margot being in charge, and let her ram her mouth for a good while before she noticed that Margot had testicles, unlike the other girls. She slithered her tongue out as Margot kept thrusting and licked her tight sack, extending her tongue so that she could reach the whole thing. Margot's thrusts became even more violent and powerful and her cries sounded more anguished than Gaelle thought possible. She relented and moved her neck to let Margot deeper, but not all the way quite yet. Instead, she kept her there, occupied and thinking that this was her limit for a little while longer, waiting for Margot's orgasm to be imminent.

When Gaelle felt Margot stiffen in preparation, she took over completely. She reached her now-snake-like tongue back to lick Margot's drenched pussy, pushed her tip through the stimulating tightness in her throat, and slipped a finger into Margot's firm ass. Margot began to explode in her throat, but Gaelle wasn't finished. She wiggled her finger, flicked her tongue, and popped Margot's tip in and out of her tightness, drinking load after load of Margot's molten cum. Margot's grip on her head became painfully tight as she kept coming, but Gaelle felt she'd gone from being fucked to fucking, so she counted it as a win.

Nevertheless, Margot had a lot to give, and it took her a long time to finish filling Gaelle with her seed. Gaelle felt utter triumph as Margot began to slide out of her mouth, right up until her tip popped free of her lips and Margot abruptly blasted her face with semen. She sighed and began cleaning her face up with her tongue and hands.

"I'm done," Margot gasped, falling back on her ass. "I'm gonna sleep for another five thousand years, okay?"

"No you're not," Raluca said, suddenly webbing both Margot and Gaelle and dragging them towards her nest. Margot's heavy draconic body thudded to the floor first, ass first. Raluca dangled Gaelle above her erection, facing away from her, legs pulled forward. She lowered Gaelle down so that Margot's penis rubbed between her ass cheeks and her tip pushed against the base of her little tail. Still nearly overstimulated, both women shuddered and cried at the soft collision. Thin webs redirected Margot's tip down and lifted Gaelle just enough to seat her on it.

"Oh Gods."

Raluca laughed. "You mean Goddess."

Raluca lowered Gaelle onto Margot's penis, which pushed inexorably inside her ass. Instead of the slithering sensation of Carys's summoned tentacles, this was as though column of stone was being forced into her, stretching her widely and overwhelming her with the sensation of being utterly filled. "Aahyaaahh!" she cried.

Margot shuddered mightily underneath her, her penis stimulated to the point of being painful. She could barely move to adjust her position. The snakes in her hair hissed as the delightful tightness of Gaelle's ass slowly overcame the pain.

Gaelle could barely see straight as Raluca bent down towards her crotch. She traced the glyph Carys had put there, drawing forth her summoned penis. She licked it lusciously, wetting its firmness with her tongue, then sidled close, gliding her own wet pussy down Gaelle's belly until it was pierced. Raluca huffed from the feeling and bent her abdomen up under them again. Gaelle's eyes widened in panic as she realized what Raluca was planning, but she couldn't voice her fear until it was too late. The tip of Raluca's spinner pushed along her clit, then her through outer lips, then into her inner lips, then deeply inside of her.

"Hnnnn, yess... Ah. Well, looks like we broke her, finally," Raluca purred. She shifted into motion, using her webs and her hips to control the other two like her own personal sex puppets. Each time she pressed her pussy down onto Gaelle's cock, she forced her down onto Margot's. Each time she lifted her up, she did so with her spinner, driving it deeper inside Gaelle. Up and down she forced them, over and over, beyond any reason or sense of reality, until they were all orgasming inside each other. Mixed fluids leaked from holes as they shuddered, screaming, together, again and again.

Nobody upstairs heard from Gaelle for several weeks.

Eventually, terrified for her and feeling intensely guilty for losing track of her, Aurelie went down into the dungeons, despite her better judgement. Many stories had been told to her when she was inducted, and the consensus was that the dungeons were not someplace one went without an escape plan.

When she finally found Gaelle, she was wet, tired, weak, sore, bloody, lean, hard, and utterly triumphant. She thanked Aurelie with a kiss, then bid the horrors of the dungeons of the Ebon Tower farewell for a while. Aurelie bodily carried her back through the maze, following a golden rope she'd left along her path, sprinting the whole way.