What's this? A second chapter of debauchery and shameless sexuality? How can this be!?

I'll tell you how. Because my forum mates and I are shameless, horny devils.

Mwahaha.

And so, in offer, I gift you with this- further smut, this time featuring the lovely Pyrrha Nikos.

Oh, how you both loved and hated Hunters.

You hated them because they called themselves 'Hunters'. Because they thought that they were the predators, that they were the dangerous ones, that they were superior to you.

Bah.

Grimm grew clever as they aged, did they not? And were not you old, even among the oldest of Grimm?

So it was, then, that when the little blond boy and his fine companion entered your cave, you quietly moved. Eight legs danced on long threads of black gossamer, your threads.

But then, even they were woven into your web, were they not?

The female moved ahead, red hair swaying. THe blond was looking around nervously. Silently, you fired a gob of webbing, then scooped him up. A leg flashed out to catch his sword before it hit the ground.

You could kill him. But you were… pent up. Quite literally, in fact. So you merely wrapped him in silk, before attaching him to a part of the web.

Wouldn't do for the scent of blood to worry the girl, either.

"Jaune?"

Drat. She was curious as to her friend's locale. No matter.

She somehow managed to dodge your first shot of webbing. The second, aimed lower and faster, caught her foot. it wasn't enough to pin her, though.

So you fired more. One caught her other foot, pinning her down, and one caught her on the face.

Hm. Useful. You darted in and swatted her weapons away, firing web after them to keep them where they crashed against the wall. The girl struggled, finally tearing the web away from her face, and you headbutted her.

Her rear hit the floor along with her hands, and you pinned them down with your four front legs. Web was spat, and soon, the girl was bound to the floor.

"Mmph! MMPH!"

Hm. The male. You spat hardened web at his stomach, knocking the wind out of him.

Then you placed a leg on the girl's throat, applying light pressure. It took some time, but she eventually faded from conciousness. She still breathed, though, and this pleased you.

So you cut her free, and in the darkness of the cavern, took her up to your webbing. Once she was affixed in place, facing downwards with her arms and legs spread, you began to prepare yourself.

From your abdomen, a small split let out a long, fleshy black organ. You flexed it slightly, while busying your claws.

First to be removed was the girl's armor, on the torso in particular. You'd dealt with it before. Not helpful. After that was the cloth around her waist, and you shifted.

Once you were above her, your ovipositor flicking, you make a quick debate.

The lower orifice, from where you are, is harder work. But the upper one has less room.

Hm. Your ovipositor flicks up and down as you debate. Then you lift the upper plates on your 'shoulders', position against the lower orifice, and begin to push.

Of course, this is when the girl wakes up.

"Wha-" She tenses as you begin to penetrate her, and then you hear her speaking.

"No no no please no don't-"

Pitiful. You thrust in, driving your ovipositor into her. She screams, and you take the moment to hit the blond in the head with a web ball.

You already dealt with people yelling as you did what you needed to do. No point in making it any more headache inducing than needs be.

Then you return your attention to her, moving the tip of your ovipositor around. She screams again as it brushes against that circle of muscle inside, and you press in.

Hold on… a little to the… then twist, and… ah. You click in pleasure once your shaft is past her cervix, before shifting slightly. She's crying now, murmuring… prayers?

Hm. Prayer never worked before for them. Did they ever learn? Besides, if she knew the simplest thing about you…

Annoyed, you twist slightly, getting a gasp out of the girl. Pain or pleasure, you don't know. Don't particularly care, either. She's still crying as you lower your abdomen slightly, as the fleshy tube begins to expand at the base. Then the egg is sliding down, slowly coming into contact with the girl's entrance.

She stiffens again. "Oh gods…"

A claw taps your face. Gods. The girl was still praying.

That was annoying.

So you thrust slightly, the egg slipping inside. A scream follows it, and you force it down the tube, up against the muscle. She's clenching around the force, trying to push it back.

Greater women had tried and failed. Like that blond one, about… twenty years ago? Hm. You still smelled her on occasion.

No matter. THe girl continued to sob as you tightened your shaft, before thrusting. The egg was forced past her barrier, and she screamed again. It slid out the rest of the way and finally, finally came to rest inside her womb.

"It's over…" She sobbed as you shifted again. "It's over…"

...Okay, perhaps humans were simply dumb.

Another egg slid down, and she choked back a sob. She didn't' resist it this time, nor the one after, or after that. Egg after egg pressed in, until the fifth. Then she shuddered, before she gagged.

Hm. She was getting pleasure out of this, then?

At this point, her stomach was likely to be bulging, the distortion of eggs rather than a human child apparent. You put at least ten eggs in her womb, before beginning to extract your ovipositor.

When the eggs hatched, they would exit the same way they came, before scattering. A mercy, really. Your broods had always been like that, letting you use a host until they broke, or until help came.

You knew this place. Help would come for her, for the boy, but not until you had a brood or two.

Once it slid out, the girl relaxed, though still cried. You yourself took the moment to relax, getting started on making more eggs to implant into the girl.

When you were ready, however, your ovipositor found her rear entrance.

"Please…"

Ah, now she understood. No gods here. Only you.

And you took what you wanted.

So she relaxed, as much as she could, as your shaft entered her rear. As you thrust lightly, getting her ready to recieve the eggs inside. Then she bit her lip and moaned as the first eggs entered her, shuddering slightly with each one.

You knew what was happening. A sort of… hallucination. Where they took pleasure in the act, or went mad. Perhaps the girl was made of sterner stuff, then.

A shift, and the tenth egg entered her rear. She shuddered one, final time, before falling limp. You extracted yourself from her, before retreating towards the end of the cave.

The rescuers, when they came, would be there for the girl. For the boy. Not for you. Hardened sheafs of web and stone were pulled around you, and you settled in to relax and wait.

After all, you were a spider. And did not spiders wait for their prey?