User blog:Redknight910/WWYD Atlach-Nacha K'eth, Undercover Agent

Prompt:  So! You are in the Order territory, weather undercover or not and have been sent on a quest to go deal with that 'incessant wailing' that goes on at night in the deep caverns below. Some believe it to be a ghost or will-o-the-wisp... Well you just have to find out and 'deal' with it.

So you get into the caves, expecting some mamonos that have been causing the ruckus and stop them your way... but you find... nothing. Atleast not in the upper levels of the caves.

As you go deeper and deeper, you start to notice, spider-like strings haphazardly strewn about the walls, celing and the floor. Any that you get caught on is easily dispatched, and nothing appears to take note of your prescene. Eventually you reach into what could be described as a underground lake.

The sound of someone sniffling stops your advance as you look at the side to see someone from another entrance to the lake, a girl it looks like, approaching... stumbling it more appears to be.

As she gets closer... oh yeah... shes a monster alright, four silvery spider-like limbs hang limply to the side of the girl, who herself has that same silvery color for her hair and her eyes are a extremely light shade of blue... almost neon. Her face appears... almost sunken in with what appear to be tears and her eyes are bloodshot from apparently too much crying.

She reaches the end of where the lake meets with cavern ground and she just slumps to the floor, and just looks out. It appears shes concentrating, when suddenly she lets out a low whimper and clutches her left arm in what seems like pain. She lets out a low gasp and wretches her hand away, shivering as she goes back to conenctrating.

A while passes and nothing really appears to change, she sometimes lets out a muffled whimper and contains herself from grabbing a bodypart that appears to pain her the most... also shes crying now. But still... just concentrating on the image of the lake, anything but her own body it appears.

 I quietly approach, hoping I'm not interrupting something. Covering my Order armour with my travelling cloak, I stop a few meters behind her and call out.

"Are... you okay?" She whirls around in a flurry of movement, staring wide eyed at me, she has such a young face, and it's twisted into such an ugly grimace of pain.

"Wh-who are you?! Go away!" She screams, her extra limbs coming alive and rearing up. I raise my hands in surrender.

"I don't want to hurt you. I just want to help... why are you in pain?" Looking at her now, it's clear whatever wound she's suffering from isn't external.

"I... I don't know!" She falls down again and starts crying. "I've been hurting for so long... I just want it to stop!" I take a cautious step forward, and she glares up at me for a moment, before pain twists her face again and she looks down. "You're from the Order, right?" She mutters, not looking up from her lap. "Just... just do it then. Kill me and be done with it. We'll both feel better then." I take a few more steps towards her, but there's no reaction. Eventually I end up standing before her, her four silver limbs as downcast as the rest of her.

I say nothing, just kneel and wrap my arms around her. She stiffens, waiting for the end, but when it doesn't come I feel her body start trembling. Expecting more tears, I hold her tighter, and get completely surprised by what comes.

"Just kill me asshole!" She shrieks before biting into my shoulder while wrapping her spider limbs around me. Now it's my turn to tremble, except my trembling is brought on by a sudden, unrelenting heat pulsing through my veins. My grip on the girl tightens, as does the tension in my pants. With strength I never knew I had I pull her off of me and throw her to the floor.

She looks up in fear and hope, hope that her bite was enough incentive for me to kill her, and fear of her coming death. What I do instead surprises her just as much as her bite surprised me. I tear my way out of my pants and pounce on her. I begin thoughtlessly using the young girl before me for release, and the longer I go the more my view seems to swim before me.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">After an hour of this I find myself aware of far more than I should be. I can see so much of my peripheral it's like I'm viewing everything around me. And the sensation of using her has changed too. I can feel her entire form, like she's sinking into my penis, that's when it registers. I've got dozens of cocks! Each one is surprisingly dextrous, and I use them all to absolutely cover her in fluid.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Each time one of my tendrils releases onto her, I feel the mddening heat cool slightly, which drives me to the next one even harder. Eventually I return to my senses, and my body. I'm holding the girl in my arms again, and though we're both stained from the embrace, I find it hard to care. She seems to be sleeping peacefully in my arms, even gently holding my hand with hers. I fall to sleep shortly after. When I wake up, I'm alone, though still covered in the mess.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">I look around to find the young girl, and find her happily humming to herself by the lake. As I sit myself up, she turns to look at me, and her face splits into the biggest smile I've seen in a long time.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"You're awake!" She cries, running over and tackling me into a hug. "Thank you! Thank you so much!" I try to think, then remember what happened.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Why are you thanking me? I just raped you for several hours!" I ask, trying to understand the smile on her face.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Um... well, it felt incredible to have you doing that to me." She looks down and blushes, still smiling at me through her fringe. "And... the pain's gone!" She looks back up with that grin.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I... wait, what?" She nods, repeating herself.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"It's all gone. Well, not all gone. I can feel it coming back already, but... well, I can ignore it now." Her bright face turns desperate for a moment, and she pulls herself tightly into me. "Please. Please stay here. I can feel the pain getting stronger already. If it gets bad... I don't want it to get like that again. Please stay!" She begs, wrapping herself around me. I stand up, her small frame incredibly light.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I have a mission. I can't just abandon my friends and people." She pulls her head away, tears threatening her eyes. I stroke a hand through her hair to calm her. "But I'll come back. I promise. As often as I need to. And when my duty's done, I'll stay here, with you for the rest of our lives." Her smile comes back, but the tears keep coming.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Thank you! Thank you..." She repeats the words a few more times before just fading to the two of us sitting there, enbracing one another.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">A few hours later, after cleaning myself up and making a final promise to return, I step out of the cave, and head back to the city. Over the next month I go to the cave twice a week, and get pounced on every time. I finally get the captain's trust thanks to my actions at the cave, and my apparent diligence for continuing long range scouting. I get the troops from my home into the city, and we remove the order presance with minimal civilian casualty. Both my people and the Order soldiers are surprised at having a giant spider cutting through their ranks. After my task's done, I make a request for retirement.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">While my superiors are surprised by the request, when I give them my reasons they permit it without issue. That day when I return and get 'attacked' by my wife as per usual, but as we sit in one of the shallow parts of the lake I tell her my duty is done. She looks up at me, wide eyed and speechless. She spins herself around in my arms so that she can embrace me.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"Does this mean..." She can't bring herself to finish the question, and I nod to her.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"I'm staying here, with you." I've barely finished speaking before she engulfs me in a kiss, our tongues dancing across one another. By the time we're done I'm ready for another round, and she happily lets me take her, much softer and slower than usual. After that we spend all of our time in those caves. I routinely explore the apparently extensive system of caves, while she spends her time spinning her web. Every few days we're visited by my friends, and we usually play in the lake or just sit by the shore, talking. Of course, if my wife ever demands my attention for her pain, it's my first priority to relieve her.