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“Oh, little fly, come sit and rest your wings…”
Her soothing voice broke through the thicket of Erebus, just at the same time that Melinoë noticed the growing number of webs between the trees. Some were fashioned out of spider silk, while others formed from yarn, creating a beautiful tapestry that hung above her. Arachne , she thought, her shoulders relaxing on instinct. The side of her mouth perked up from anticipation.
Hanging from a web in the center of a small circle of trees was her dear friend Arachne. Working dutifully on a break in a little black dress, she was spinning her own webbing to bind the threads together. By the time she heard the crunch of leaves nearby, she was just finishing. As Melinoë approached, she pulled on a web above her, the dress falling down onto Melinoë’s level, hanging just in front of her.
“Welcome, my friend! I just finished this dress, what do you think?”
Melinoë’s small smile widened on hearing Arachne’s voice, her hand gently taking the midnight black dress in the air. Woven into it were strands of silver, making it sparkle in the full moon’s light.
“It’s beautiful, Arachne. It reminds me of the stars in the sky.”
Arachne offered a smile of her own, and with another tug of thread released the dress fully into Melinoë’s grip.
“Then try it on, silly. This curse made the ease of weaving such divine dresses as simple as anything. A blessing… A curse… ha ha ha… ”
Her voice laced with a longing sadness, she stared at Melinoë trying on her creation. It fit perfectly, as they all do.
“I’ve noticed you only have been weaving dresses that seem to be my size, Arachne. Why is that?”
“ Hah, ha ha ha… I’ve been found out, my friend. No one else stops by for me to give the dresses to. I’ve offered that hat witch friend of yours one, but she scarcely seems interested in speaking to me.”
“More for me then, I suppose. You haven’t the faintest idea on how much of a help they’ve been on my mission, Arachne. And, as a thanks…”
Almost reminded by her own words, she reaches behind her to present a glass bottle, filled with an orange elixir.
“More Nectar for little ol me? I’m afraid you’re wasting so much of that on a little spider , silly.”
Then Arachne noticed the shape of the bottle this time; rather than a flask with a round shape, it was a square and tall bottle. Her eyes widened as she stared into the deepest, most beautiful orange she had ever seen. A vibrant color that gleamed with its own light over the webs around them.
“Not nectar, Arachne. Ambrosia. As a thank you, for helping me take down Chronos. You’re a true friend, and… Seeing you in these woods helps ground me, during my extended missions.”
Arachne lowered herself from the web, gently landing atop the bottle held in Melinoë’s hand.
“All this for a spider? I can almost hear the gods disapproving at such a choice.”
“All this for a friend.”
Arachne sighed, gazing over the concoction beneath her.
“I wonder if it can be used to dye fabric…”
Her mind was already spinning a web of ideas, and she relented. Melinoë gently placed it down next to a basket of hand woven silk.
“Melinoë, I know what gifting items to friends are, but Ambrosia to little old me?”
“Arachne-” She hesitated, words catching briefly in her throat. A dusting of pink had crept across her face. “You said it before, didn’t you? ‘The heart wants what it wants.’” Her eyes gazed down at the spider, and she offered a small smile.
“Well!” Arachne covered her own embarrassment with a declaration. “And here I thought I was the one misreading signs… But, Melinoë, are you sure? I-” She sighed, her body relaxing. “No, you are, aren’t you? Hah, ha… You wouldn’t have given such a thing to me otherwise.”
The little spider glanced up at her, then back at the bottle.
“Not even waiting for me to return back to my human form? I can’t quite show my affection properly like this, now can I? Perhaps we should wait-”
“Actually, I already spoke to lady Hecate about an incantation. It will… Allow me to be more appropriately sized, for periods of time.”
“Oh, my.” She looked up at her, and finally gave in. Self loathing gave way to hope, and want. “Then, what are you waiting for, silly?”
Melinoë nodded, and released a breath she didn’t even realize was held inside. Twirling her staff, she began to chant.
“ Oh great creatures both tall and small, hear my cry and make me crawl!”
Melinoë reached into her pocket and pulled out some silver, crushing it in her hand- A fine, green mist began to pour from her clenched fist, swirling down around her arm. Spiraling down her, from her shoulder to her legs, when Melinoë next opened her eyes she was struck first by how tall the trees were. Taller than any building she had ever hoped to see, it felt like the forest around her had grown to a monumental degree. Her eyes traced down the trees near her, and rested on Arachne’s sprawling web. Arachne, however, was nowhere to be found.
“...Arachne? Where did…?”
She stepped forward, the grains of dirt under her small feet feeling like large stones. Something suddenly hit her back, a small, sticky mass that clung to her. With an easy motion, the rope was pulled up into the web. With a small eep, Melinoë felt more sticky strings pressing against her arms and legs as she rose into the air.
“Oh, little fly… It seems you’re trapped in my web. Hah, ha, ha…”
Melinoë strained her head, unable to see her spider paramour. Her heart was racing, and she couldn’t free herself. Each pull only seemed to trap her deeper into Arachne’s grand web. And then she felt the vibrations across it, coming from above. A cascade of legs came into view and crawled around Melinoë, letting her relax now that she was visible.
“It really does seem like you’ve ensnared me. With your webs, or your charms, I’m not sure.”
Arachne at last revealed herself. With different colored strands wrapped around her arms, and a golden sash in her hair, Arachne lifted a hand over her mouth and chuckled softly.
“Certainly my webs, silly. But my charms… We can allow that too. You’ve caught me as well, dear.”
Melinoë’s nervous smile was written across her face, and Arachne leaned down. Now that her face was up close, for the first time, Melinoë truly was able to see her spider features. Two fangs on the front of her mouth that Melinoë had never noticed before rubbed against each other, her spider jaws. Her chitinous shell. Her beautiful, deep green eyes. Melinoë stared forward, blushing.
“ What… See me for what I am? Just a-”
With the strength of Heracles himself, Melinoë pushed forward, pressing her mouth against Arachne’s, catching her mid sentence. All of her eyes widened, before Arachne finally gave up, and pressed back against her. Her fangs rested firmly against the side of Melinoë’s face, grinding against her cheeks while the two embraced. A strange kiss with their mouths being rather incompatible, making a drip of saliva run down Melinoë’s chin. Arachne pulled herself away.
“I see you for what you are, Arachne. Beautiful.”
“You… I love you, Melinoë.”
“I love you too, Arachne. Now, ah, I’d rather like to hold you, but my arms seem
rather stuck.”
Arachne nodded, gently raising her front two arms together, and drawing some silk from them.
“Hmm? Oh, of course. You’ll need to be wrapped in place so that I can properly fill you, afterall.”
Melinoë felt her heart skip a beat.
“Fill… me?”
“Of course, with my spawn. You asked a while back about the fact that I have so many, and I mentioned I did have a mate before he ran off, did I not? Hah, ha, ha, ha… I want a lovely brood, darling, so let’s get started early then, no?”
Melinoë’s mind was racing, the idea of spawn now drifting around in her head. What had she agreed to? Her thighs gently pressed against each other, rubbing ever so slightly together, and her breathing was heavy. Why didn’t she recoil at the thought? Why did the thought of carrying Arachne’s… Spawn… Make her heart flutter?
“Ah… Arachne, I…”
Her eyes ran down her arachnid shell, noting the beautiful curve of her exoskeleton, before her eyes landed on the growing appendage at the center of her abdomen. The outside seemed almost slimy as it pressed out of its confines, growing far too large for Melinoë to be comfortable with. She watched in slack jawed awe as it grew to the size of her forearm, hanging in the air as Arachne moved forward. She spider crawled and gently caught her in a second kiss, breaking the spell of astonishment that had gripped the god. Another dribble of saliva ran down the side of her face, and on Melinoë’s pale skin Arachne was keen to notice her growing blush. The kiss broke soon after, a string of spit hanging in the air between her mouth and Arachne’s.
“Oh Melinoë, you don’t know how happy I am to have a mate. I will admit, I’ve been rather taken by you. I found myself waiting patiently for you every night, hoping we could chat. And whenever you left, it felt so… Lonely, on my web.”
“Parting was h-hard, I know, I’ve come to find myself hearing your voice in my head as I try to sleep-”
Melinoë tried to focus on the romantic aspect, but even as she did her eyes kept glancing down at Arachne’s ovipositor.
“Surprised at it? It’s not quite the type of feminine you’re used to, but it’s one of the parts of this body I quite like. It’s perfect for cute little things just like you, hah, ha, ha… ”
Melinoë offered a reassuring smile. At some point she had realized her panties had a significant wet spot in them, and she kept trying to stall. But for the life of her, Melinoë couldn’t bring herself to say no . Not only couldn’t she say it, but her mind was failing at convincing her that she didn’t want it inside. It tried briefly to tell Melinoë how strange her situation was, that she was about to get fucked by a spider; and that only managed to turn her on more. Weak resistances were merely token at this point, and hearts were practically forming in her eyes from how obvious her desire was. Her gaze fell on Arachne’s own, looking up at the starry sky behind her. The half moon hung overhead just behind the spider’s head, and Melinoë felt that all too familiar tightness in her chest.
“I… Arachne, please, I, I need it.”
Arachne smiled wide, her fangs parting to show her cute mouth.
“Then what's say we get started? Don’t worry about your clothes getting ruined, if I break them, I’ll fix them right up for you darling.”
She slid the ovipositor forward, grinding it against Melinoë’s stomach. It was hot against her, slick with juices she couldn’t fathom, but knew she wanted to taste. Struggling one last time to get into a better position for her lover, Melinoë gave up, letting Arachne toy with her as she pleased. The spider reached an arm down, underneath her skirt and pulled at her underwear. Sharp claws dug into them, tearing them off of her.
“Melinoë, I’m so glad. Thank you for helping me get to this point… And thank you for believing in me.”
She slid her abdomen back, raising it up into the air to position the ovi correctly.
“You’re going to look so beautiful filled with eggs. Hah, ha, ha… ”
Melinoë felt it press against her already soaking cunt, the strange tip of it pressing against her. With no hesitation Arachne pushed forward, spreading out Melinoë, forcing a quiet moan out of her. It felt so strange, unlike the fingers she was so accustomed to pressing inside. It felt so pliable, like it was conforming exactly to what her hole could handle. She noted that its previous slickness made it extremely lubricated, her shoulders eventually relaxing with this comfort in mind.
Lowering her abdomen further, another length of arachnid cock pressing deeper inside. Another shuddering breath was released, her body feeling more trapped than it was moments ago. She was suddenly acutely aware of how tight the webbing was around her arms, her legs, like she was in extreme bondage. There was no resisting the arachnid’s advance, all she could do was try to hold on. Arachne pulled back, raising her rear into the air and slapping it down, vibrating the entire web.
This thrust sent a wave through her body, leaving her breathless. It was even deeper than before, and Arachne only was getting started. She began to thrust in properly, raising her back up and slapping it against her thighs, planting the thick appendage as deep as it could go. Arachne’s body pressed firmly against Mel’s, bearing down on her while her front two arms wrapped possessively around her, holding onto her tightly. Melinoë could feel the threads wrapped around Arachne’s arms like bracelets, and the tiny hairs on her shell.
“To think I’m doing this to a god… What would the other gods think? It brings a smile to my face knowing that not only had I fallen for one, but one had fallen for me as well in this form, and was completely at my mercy. The fates play in such strange ways.”
“A–AHhhh,, Arachne, its so large, please, be careful- AA-!”
“Athena would be utterly disgusted… Hah, ha, ha, ha… But I’m not doing this to get back at her. I’m doing this because of you, Melinoë. I can’t contain myself, I want to see you so full of eggs you can barely walk, trapped in my web as an egg sac. Look at me, rambling to myself.”
Arachne held on tighter, grinding her fang against Melinoë’s cheek while she sped up, fucking Melinoë properly for another minute. It’s not how she is supposed to make love in her form, but she knows it's what Melinoë needs before she gets to the fun part. Left panting and gasping in need, Melinoë kept releasing small moans of bliss into the moonlit sky. She was afraid of being too loud, but Arachne was sure to force her pretty little moans out.
With one last thrust, Arachne slammed her ovipositor as far in as she could, pressing her abdomen firmly against Melinoë’s hips. The goddess’s body strained against the webs, the string pressing almost painfully into her skin, creating marks across her that would last for hours after this. Melinoë was at the brink of climax, looking almost confused at Arachne. The pair of them were left sitting there in silence for a few seconds. Melinoë gulped, and tried to form words.
“Why, stop?”
Arachne twisted her head 30 degrees, and smiled.
“I’m finally getting started, silly.”
She felt something press against her pussy. A small thing, relatively only the size of a golf ball to Melinoë’s current size, but it caused her thoughts to crash, with reality settling in. Eggs. The concept of being filled with eggs she’d heard , but truly hadn’t understood . She wasn’t being impregnated, no, they were being forced inside of her. Something she knew, but hadn’t grasped fully until that very second. A spider was about to fill her full of eggs and she was going to beg for more. Her breath hitched, and she felt it invade her pussy. Unlike the spider’s ovipositor, this one was far too wide to be comfortable, and feeling it spread her out made her head thrash backwards.
Arachne merely hummed to herself and listened to Melinoë’s scream of ecstasy, quietly grunting while she forced the eggs into her. It took quite a lot of effort to release the eggs out, especially into such a tight host, but seeing Melinoë’s face contorted in such a beautiful way made it all worth it.
“Come now, it’s only the first one. Don’t tell me you’ll be this way for all of them?”
Melinoë was so focused on the first one that she failed to notice the second egg already against her, already trying to squeeze in as well. When it did enter, the world briefly went blank. Two eggs wormed their way through her, tears pricking against the side of her eyes, streaming down her face. Everything felt so intense, like the world itself was loud. She had no more words to scream, and her energy was being sapped. Melinoë squirmed in her bondage, only getting even more tightly packed as Arachne spun more webbing to keep her bound up. It wrapped around her hands, shoulders, and her neck, only leaving her mouth exposed for Arachne to toy with, alternating between nuzzling her cheek and going for strange spider kisses.
The egg reached her womb, halted by the cervix. Arachne sighed, grunting as she tried forcing it in. Her lover let out a weak whimper in response; but it wasn't going in, and she only succeeded in shoving a third egg into Melinoë’s rapidly loosening hole. Arachne took a deep breath, and looked into Melinoë’s eyes.
“Darling, you’re going to need to relax. I know it’s hard, but you’re going to need to be strong and relax your stomach like a good girl.”
Those words crept into her mind like a venom, overpowering every other thought that bounced around meaninglessly inside of her. Good girl. Words Hecate used whenever she did a good job in training, ones that are imprinted into her. Her body immediately relaxed, and she blushed at being called that by her partner.
“Oh? Perfect.”
Arachne couldn’t help but notice Melinoë’s cunt squeeze when she said those words, she immediately realized what power she held over the goddess. But before that, loosened up was her goddess, so Arachne decided to exert herself, even slamming her abdomen down one last time. The egg entering her then was the first thing that truly sent Melinoë spiraling into climax. A pleading cry of bliss shattered the peace around them, and she felt the hard ball settle into her almost perfectly. It wasn’t over.
“You’re a good little goddess, taking my eggs. You’re such a good girl. ”
Melinoë was drooling, staring back into Arachne’s green globes of eyes, whimpering for her. Arachne continued her inexorable advance, and yet more eggs started to flood into Melinoë’s need. The third, fourth, and fifth eggs all slotted in perfectly, her godly womb able to handle such extreme things, but by the sixth, Arachne noticed a problem. Melinoë was almost limp, letting Arachne do anything she wanted to her, but she came too and looked back when she saw her girlfriend’s expression.
“I do have some bad news, my little fly… It seems your womb is rather tight. I only think I can fit those ones inside. Oh well. We’ll just have to swap early, then.”
Those words, swap , settled into her and she felt a deep fear take hold. Arachne was briefly displeased at needing to pull out when she was so far into it. She thought it over for a moment while she reached a back leg up to press against her stomach, feeling the eggs inside of her. Arachne did smile at that, a deep, simple pleasure washing over her. She pulled out the ovipositor, leaving Melinoë’s pussy gaping and leaking fluid briefly before coating it with a thin layer of webs, sealing her up for the time being. Then, her front 4 arms reached down and picked her up, spinning her quickly in Arachne’s grasp to further web her up, before planting her face down into the web again, covering even her eyes this time.
Her prison of silk constricted her on a level further than physical, she could barely hear anymore, only speak and feel. Arachne’s voice was still clear, but the ambient noises of the world around her had long since faded. All her senses were dominated by the spider woman, each one controlled wholly by her. She was glad to give control over to such a beautiful woman; but that same control she suddenly felt being asserted as the cold air touched her rear.
She tried in vain to twist her head, fearing what was to come as Arachne’s ovi slapped between her asscheeks and grinded forward against them, still coated in lubricant and Melinoë’s own raw excitement.
“A-Arachne? What are you–”
“I know a little spider using a goddess’s hole like this may be considered sacrilege, however, I need to utterly bloat you with my kin, and this hole will have to do. Now, say aaa~”
With her little teasing, Arachne drew her half-spent desire against Melinoë’s virgin hole, before plunging inside. Thankfully heavily lubricated and incredibly pliable, it was still a much tighter fit than before. Melinoë’s mouth opened up to let out a cry, only to get suddenly invaded by Arachne’s front leg. A sharp claw pressed against her tongue, pinning it to the bottom of her mouth and nearly piercing into it, further controlling her little fly.
“Oh that’s music to my ears! Don’t worry your pretty little head, you’ll get used to using this hole. By its tenseness you’re rather inexperienced with this, all you need to do is relax darling. I’ll be sure to train it well so it’ll be much easier whenever I want to use it again.”
Her words joined the cocktail of ones already sloshing around in her head, some that were quickly becoming gospel. Each harsh thrust made her tense up, but one by one she began to allow it to go as deep as it needed too, the sharp claw in her mouth helping to give her something to focus on as she gently wrapped her lips around it. It was flavorless, but somehow dominated her attention.
The eggs inside of Melinoë were jostled and moved from their lecherous fun, creating yet another new sensation meant to drive her mad. With the eggs’ movements, some leftover spider juices that had coated the eggs managed to leak from Melinoë, squeezing out from in between the thin strings that covered her twitching womanhood. Arachne leaned down, gently pressing her head against the back of Melinoë’s and inhaling her bound hair. Her abdomen rattled with satisfaction, before slamming back down inside; no longer was she taking the anal slowly, now she was making sure to stretch it until it could handle eggs. As much as the spider enjoyed herself, she had a payload to deposit.
Arachne’s frenzied pounding suddenly halted, hilting wholly inside of her new egg whore. Melinoë arched her neck, pressing it up against Arachne’s mouth, a moan escaping around her lovers’ claw. An egg once again pressed against her, this one moving faster than Arachne had hoped. Since she had to stop halfway through egging Melinoë’s womb, Arachne was left with an unstable ovi that needed to lay eggs and she contained herself. Sooner than she had hoped, but she knew Melinoë could handle it.
Arachne was far too eager to take the egging slow now that this one was being expelled, and she quietly clung to Melinoë for support. In all of their rutting, Melinoë hadn’t realized how hard this was for Arachne as well. The rim of Melinoë’s divine asshole stretched painfully wide, white hot spikes of discomfort streaking through her. Her moans of delight turned to harsh inhales. Her fingers dug into the webbing, clenching it tightly for any sort of relief. The egg kept pushing, stubbornly knocking against her anus but refusing to go in. Familiar words echoed through her mind, and Melinoë couldn’t distinguish them from her own thoughts and Arachne’s own lips.
Relax.
She let go of the webs in her clutches, and took a shallow breath, her head dropping forward against Arachne’s arm. Her hole relented just enough for the egg to squish inside, a choked breath escaping from her lips when it did. Arachne let out a sigh of relief against the back of Melinoë’s hair. The egg’s march forward was agonizingly slow, even more so than her last hole, much to both Melinoë’s and Arachne’s joint frustration. Her grunts were Melinoë’s only connection to the world outside of the web, that and the seamstress’s arachnid finger that tasted of silk. Thus, she couldn’t help but fall deeper in love.
The second egg went in with less effort, but still crept through her passage without any urgency. Arachne paused briefly to catch her breath, panting, and giving them both a moment to rest. Sweat, tears, and drool ran down Melinoë’s face, sipping onto Arachne’s leg that controlled Melinoë’s mouth. More of Arachne’s legs curled around her, each one holding on as though Melinoë was about to vanish in her grasp. Arachne sharply inhaled and pushed once again, the eggs finally moving again.
By the time the first egg was fully out of her ovi, the fourth of this batch was already inside. The process was speeding up one egg at a time. When the second one exited and settled inside, it bumped against the first egg, trapping it deeper inside of Melinoë’s stomach. Melinoë had cum at some point, the only evidence that it happened being more juices that squirted out around the spider webbing kept her sealed up. Her mind was mush, completely worn out from their lovemaking, but she was utterly and completely happy.
A fifth egg, followed by a sixth, seventh, and eight all forced the line of squishy orbs deeper inside, her stomach distending outward with each one. Thirteen total eggs rested inside when Arachne collapsed briefly, the exertion of egging her love taking its toll on her. Briefly, Melinoë thought they were done, wordlessly starting to relax.
“H-...Halfway there, Melinoë.”
Half? She felt dwarfed, suddenly. She already felt like an overfilled cauldron getting ready to flood over the edges, and she felt so weak.
“Hha… Arachne… I-I can’t, I don’t know if I can hold any more…”
“You can, I know you can, my little fly… It’s going to be hard, but I know we can do it. Now relax as much as you can and get ready.”
Arachne’s second wind hit, and she redoubled her efforts, the eggs starting to come much faster this time. With her hole utterly devastated already, it was more easily able to handle the next batch. From the outside one could see Arachne’s alien ovipositor pumping egg after egg inside in a slow rhythm, her asshole spreading out to accommodate it, red from the utter mistreatment it was handling. Melinoë practically went insensate, her body quivering with every egg, but she had no energy left to even cry. Mindlessly she licked that same claw still in her mouth while Arachne happily kept flooding her with eggs, quietly counting them outloud.
“Fifteen eggs…”
She quietly exhaled, her head twisted to the side of Melinoë’s neck, staring down at it.
“Eighteen eggs…”
She gently ran her sharp fangs over her webbed neck, a primal want starting to take hold.
“Twenty little spiders…”
Her fangs suddenly bit down into her; non-venomous but still painful, sinking deep into her lover's shoulder. This finally brought Melinoë out of her stupor, rocking her awake. A pained breath, she couldn’t even muster a final scream, that pain pulsing through her entire system. She’s taken many hits in her fights, many attacks that could slay a mortal instantly, but this bite was much more. She had no guard up, no defenses, it pierced directly into her and stayed there, blood forming around the wound and dripping down the white silk in thick glops due to their size.
“Ah… Sorry, my little fly, I wanted to mark you as a spider’s wife. I hope it didn’t hurt too much. Hah, ha, ha, ha… ”
Arachne’s admission sounded guilty, but the idea of being marked by Arachne immediately made her forgive it.
“Thank you…”
She released the words, trailing off while falling into a blissful quiet. The rest of the eggs pushed inside, her stomach round with spider young. Whenever Arachne shifted the eggs did as well, settling into their new home. Arachne’s ovipositor began to draw backwards and she planted them much shallower than before, until the last one inched its way out and slotted in just at the rim of her asshole. It nearly plopped out, but Arachne was quick to spray some webbing down to keep her sealed up, a leg gently pressing on the egg so it settled more firmly inside of her. Finally able to rest, Melinoë motionlessly collapsed, all of the tenseness held in her body leaving.
Bound up, she felt full. A kind of fullness that she didn’t know was possible. It thrummed, almost a dull pain, through her body while she rested. Arachne’s ovi quietly slapped down against her back, leaving a slap mark of juices. Arachne quietly cuddled down, her back legs running up and down the sides of her body, trailing her curves and admiring their work. Claws ran over her air exposed stomach, gently prodding between the gaps in the eggs, helping them settle into place for the next few days.
“You look absolutely lovely, darling.”
Arachne hummed, unable to keep her hands off of her treat. Despite her absolute exhaustion and brain fog, she felt completely safe in Arachne’s grip. Her warm, tender hugs and touches made her feel loved, and warm. Eventually Arachne flipped her back over and moved a second leg up to her lips, hooking her claw against her lips. Her ‘fingers’ pulled at Melinoë’s mouth in all manner of ways, simply playing with her lovely little hole. Eventually she opened her own mouth wide, the fangs parting to fully show off her arachnid maw, planting it against Melinoë’s own for some lazy kisses.
When Melinoë was more coherent, still trapped in the web, she briefly remembered that her shrinking spell would be in effect until she wanted it to stop. She had nowhere to go, though; her mission was complete, afterall. This was merely a scouting trip. She deserved a break. Deserved to be bound up, protected, and filled with eggs to her spider brides’ heart’s desire. The first brood was the hardest, but she knew it wouldn’t be the biggest. Even through the webbing over her eyes, she could see the beautiful outline of her darling’s face, and she felt content. She didn’t need to move, to go anywhere. She wanted to stay like this for as long as Arachne desired. As the night ticked away, the odd couple embraced, the untouched bottle of Ambrosia sitting next to them.