Kinky Temptation

It felt like an eternity suspended in that single, terrifying moment of resistance. Morgana’s massive body strained, every muscle corded, her cries rending the air. And then… it gave.

A soundless, sickening tear, deep inside, vibrated up through Lyssandra’s arm.

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Lyssandra stared, breathless.

An egg.

But unlike anything she’d seen. It was immense, purest white, like a monstrous chicken egg.

Lyssandra quickly gauged its size: 60 centimeters long. 30 centimeters wide. It lay there, steaming slightly in the cool air, coated in a thick sheen of clear, sticky fluid.

”So big…” Lyssandra breathed, her voice tight with awe and a strange kind of primal dread. It was huge.

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Lyssandra caught it as it slithered out, heavy and warm. She laid it beside the first.

One by one, they followed in quick succession. Each a perfect replica: round, white, impossibly large, slick and steaming.

The massive dome of Morgana’s belly visibly deflated with each exit, the horrifying distension slowly retreating. Sweat poured off her, soaking the bed and her tattered gown, mixed with the fluids of birth.

A jolt of hot pleasure, utterly unexpected and wholly unwelcome, lanced through Lyssandra.

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’No! Focus!’ She clenched her jaw, mentally shoving the sensation aside. There would be time for that later. Now was duty.

Morgana’s last egg emerged with a deep grunt from the exhausted spider queen. It was the largest yet, nearly 70 centimeters long. Lyssandra laid it gently with the others.

She quickly counted. 10. Ten perfect white eggs.

Morgana collapsed back onto the soaked bed, gasping, trembling. Her body was a ruin: hair plastered, gown translucent and clinging, face pale as death. Her belly, once a monstrous mound, now lay relatively flat, though still visibly loose.

”The… the eggs…” she rasped, her voice raw, her red eyes flickering open to gaze blearily at the nest of white spheres surrounding her.

”Was that… was that all of them?” A note of terror laced her exhaustion.

Lyssandra offered a reassuring smile. ”Yes. They’re out. 10 healthy ones.” She stroked a gloved hand over the nearest egg; it felt warm, vibrant, pulsing faintly.

A look of profound relief washed over Morgana’s face, quickly chased by a shadow of disappointment. ”Only… only 10?” She mumbled, her eyes fluttering closed before slumping into unconsciousness, finally freed from her ordeal.

Leaving the exhausted Morgana tucked into a relatively clean corner of the bed, Lyssandra scooped up her massive burden—ten enormous spider eggs. She moved with surprising strength, muscles straining beneath her revealing outfit, carefully cradling her precious cargo.

As she carried the eggs toward the door, she issued a clipped command over her shoulder to the trembling Bloom Mothers, ”Get me clean water.”

Luna, her faithful water slime pet, morphed instantly into a large, sturdy chest of soft, shimmering blue gel. Lyssandra gently deposited each egg inside.

They sank slightly into Luna’s form, perfectly cradled. The gel adjusted, providing supportive cushions around each sphere. Once all ten eggs were secure, Luna slid silently beside Lyssandra, ready for transport.

They arrived in Lyssandra’s private quarters: a cavernous space draped in luxury. A massive bed dominated the room, piled high with plush furs and silks.

Luna lowered the egg-laden chest carefully onto the thick carpet near the crackling hearth.

”They need a warm environment,” Lyssandra murmured, kneeling.

She dipped a cloth into the warm water a Bloom Mother offered, then gently began washing each egg. The sticky birth fluids clung tenaciously, but the warm water eventually cleared them away, revealing pristine, opalescent surfaces.

As she rinsed the final egg, a faint, pearlescent sheen emerged beneath her fingers.

Satisfied, she carefully wrapped each egg in layers of soft, insulating leather strips. Luna’s form shifted, placing the eggs down slowly on the bed before changing back into her humanoid form.

”Watch over them,” Lyssandra commanded the nearest Bloom Mother. ” No one enters without my say.” The bloom mothers bowed, their massive bellies straining against the sexy outfit.

The joyful howling echoed off the cavern walls, raw and desperate, ”M-m-master!!! I thought you were DEAD!”

Before Lyssandra could react, a blur of black and yellow fur shot from the shadows and launched itself at her with reckless abandon. The impact was soft but heavy, knocking her slightly off balance as strong paws scrabbled for purchase against her thighs.

”Woah, Sparky!” Lyssandra chuckled, squatting down instinctively. ”It’s alright! See? I’m perfectly fine!”

Her hands immediately buried themselves in the thick, luxurious fur at Sparky’s neck, scratching deeply.

”Ooooh, Master!” Sparky panted, pressing his huge head into her hands. ”You have NO idea! I was SO worried! I missed you TERRIBLY! It was AGONY!”

His words tumbled out in a rush, accompanied by enthusiastic tail wags that threatened to knock over nearby objects.

Then his nostrils twitched, flaring wide. His snout pressed insistently towards Lyssandra’s crotch, inhaling deeply. ”Mmmm, Master… that scent… soooo good!”

Lyssandra gently pushed his snout away with a mock-stern glare.

”Hey! Bad dog! What happened to ’good boy’? Didn’t our last session teach you ANYTHING?” Her tone was sharp, but her eyes sparkled with suppressed amusement.

”S-sorry!” Sparky whined, tucking his snout down, but his tail continued its frantic wag. ”I couldn’t help it! You just smell so INCREDIBLE… all powerful and dominant and… fertile…” He ended the last word with a soft whimper, shifting his weight nervously from paw to paw.

”Not now!” Luna hissed, her body tensing. ”Down, mongrel!” She stepped forward, sliding one arm possessively around Lyssandra’s waist, simultaneously angling her impressive chest to press against Lyssandra’s arm like a protective shield. Her other hand reached down to firmly push Sparky’s snout away from its target, her glare fierce enough to melt rock.

Sparky yelped and scampered backwards, tail tucked between his legs, though his eyes remained fixed on Lyssandra, radiating wounded adoration.

”Master has important matters to attend to,” Luna declared, turning her face away from Sparky dismissively. ”She needs to announce her return. Immediately.”

With surprising strength for her slender frame, she hooked her arm securely around Lyssandra’s and propelled her towards the mansion’s entrance.

Lyssandra allowed herself to be guided. This would be her moment.

They stepped onto the raised balcony overlooking the main plaza. The glow of torches bathed them in golden light as they emerged.

Below, the bustle of daily activity—hobgoblins drilling formations, swift goblins hauling loads—paused. Then froze completely.

A single voice, high and sharp, broke the sudden silence:

”LOOK!” It was a swift goblin, perched precariously on a crate of oddly-glowing fungi. His finger trembled as he pointed upwards. ”It’s… it’s HER! THE GREAT ONE!”

The words hung in the air for a single, breathless heartbeat.

Then, like a dam breaking, chaos erupted.

”GREAT ONE! SHE’S ALIVE!” roared a massive hobgoblin, dropping his heavy axe to pound his chest.

A wave of sound crashed over the plaza: shouts of joy, cries of relief, howls of pure ecstasy. Goblins poured out from houses. Hobgoblins abandoned their drills.

She stood tall on the stone stair, framed against the flickering torches behind her. Lyssandra lifted one arm high, the movement fluid and commanding. Silence crashed down instantly, absolute and worshipful. Even the crackling fires seemed to hush.

A slow smile curled her full lips. Her gaze swept across the sea of upturned faces: small, swift goblins staring with wide-eyed awe; larger hobgoblins with expressions of fierce pride and devotion; Sparky whining quietly beside the dais.

She took her time, making eye contact, letting them see the strength, the triumph, the undiminished power radiating from her.

”Behold!” she proclaimed, her voice carrying easily over the hushed multitude. ”Here I stand before you. Unbroken. Unbowed. And very much ALIVE!”

A ripple of cheers threatened to break out, but a slight tightening of her jaw held them at bay.

”I have returned from the heart of danger,” she continued, her tone growing lower, more intimate, drawing them closer despite the distance.

”From a place of poisoned webs and ancient evils. I ventured where no one has dared, facing foes of immense power.”

She paused dramatically, her hand drifting unconsciously to rest upon her waist.

”Many feared I would not return. That fear was natural. It speaks of your love for me.”

A beat passed. Her voice softened, filled with warmth.

”But I tell you now: Your Great One will never abandon you! I fought for you! I bled for you! And I returned… FOR YOU!”

She swept both arms wide, encompassing the entire tribe, her smile now blinding, filled with unadulterated love and pride.