Pray to the Spider to be saved from falling
From Create Your Own Story
You've just begun to mutter a quick prayer to the Spider when you suddenly collide, not with the ground, but with a huge net! No, not a net. A massive web.
You're caught, stuck fast to the sticky threads as the web bounces from the impact. Eventually, the sickening motion stops and you are lying spread-eagled, suspended over the crashing Cokhabad Sea by nothing more than spider's silk.
That's when she emerges from the shadows of the cliff-face. The Spider. She takes the form of a voluptuous, quasi-arachnoid woman of striking beauty, clad in red and black gossamer that clings to her breasts and hips. Her slender arms end in sharpened, obsidian-black fingernails and additional chitinous limbs seem to stick out from her back, tapering to razored talons. Her defined face is framed by lustrous black hair and her eyes, twin pools of dark radiance, transfix you.
She crawls down the web towards you, predatory. "You called on me, Anallander." The sound of her voice from those sexy lips is divine, sending a surge of pleasure down your spine. Your cock strains in your pants. But there's also something disturbing about the way she approaches – you feel like a fly about to be devoured.
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