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Everything hurt. Your arms, your torso, and especially your head were all aflame in a pulsating blunt pain. It wasn't as bad as when you first got it, but the fact that it's had time to fade at all wasn't a good sign either. Your last memories were ones of panic and stress, as you and a small group of your fellow villagers were desperately trying to fend the followers of Shamura away from your home. You thought you did well, but given the fact that you weren't woken up by one of your friends, you had a sinking feeling that Shamura might have gotten what they wanted. You tried to move, even just a little twitch just to see if you could, only to instantly feel the resistance of a soft material pressing firmly back on you, holding your body in place. You wiggled as much of yourself as you could, both to test these restraints, but also just to be sure you weren't missing anything. Try all you could, nothing would budge, and other than your mouth, it felt like most all of you had been tied up. You could still breathe, and as far as you could tell you weren't missing any limbs. You could work with that. You started trying to press on the sides of the webbing, listening carefully for any changes until….
Movement. Not loud, but definitely audible. Gentle and multiple clicking noises somewhere you couldn't see. Faint sounds of what almost sounded like humming. No idea what that could be, but it sure wouldn't be good. You thrash around as much as you can, trying to lose any part of your binds before whatever is approaching finds you. The tapping gets closer and closer as you thrash more and more desperately, until.. Silence. The tapping stops. Did the noise go away? What even was that? Before you could do anything else, you feel a light, concentrated pressure on your forehead, hooking under the web, before a force tears open the webbing on your face, fully exposing your senses to…
War.
Shamura, crowned deity of War stood before you, a pincer cutting away at the web that bound your face, while still keeping your head thoroughly bound. Their spider-y body and sheer size was a mortifying sight, and them being as close as they were didn't make anything easier. You could smell the sweet, blood-scented aroma of their godly ichor emanating from their body itself, which only helped to put you more on edge. "And there you are, killer. Our meeting is overdue.” Shamura said calmly, in a voice so low and melodic that it sounded closer to the slow draw of a cello than that of a god. They traced a pincer across your face, as you were helpless to bat it away. They look to you, waiting for a response, to which you refuse to give. They could starve for all you care, you didn't want to give them the pleasure of your words. Shamura waited for a moment, and upon realizing you weren't going to entertain them, they frowned slightly, and turned away from you, walking towards a nearby table. "You could have at least said hello, y/n." They said, their many legs tapping silently against the webbed flooring as they left for the table.
You couldn't really see what they were doing, as though your eyes were no longer bound in silk, the scattered webs that littered every part of this room were so thick that anything further than a few feet from you was obscured by webbing. You could hear the clinking of glass, and just barely see the bottom of the table legs, but besides that you were practically blind once more. You tried to press against the webbing with the edge of a claw, but as you tried to scratch at it, your heart sank a little as you realized they had been trimmed away and smoothed into harmless rounded nubs. In your culture, this was a grievous and unforgivable mark upon your honor, but right now, all you were concerned about was trying to escape. You pressed on the edges regardless, hoping that maybe there was an edge they had missed, but it was of no use. Whoever had butchered you like this must have thought ahead. Just your luck.
Movement. Your eyes darted to the ground where you saw the Shamura’s leg.. things? Begin to move away from the workbench and over towards you. You couldn't hear their movement on the webbed ground, and they didn't even have a scent that you could pick out to help locate them either. They came back into vision as they rounded a batch of webs, this time carrying what looked to be a small jar covered with a thin cloth, secured with a string. You could see a small amount of some kind of liquid sloshing about in it, but what it was you weren't sure. Shamura drew closer, opening their mouth, and holding it close, slowly pierced the thick cloth on the jar with the left side of their fangs. Venom slowly trickled out from their fangs, one side trickling into the jar, while the other leaked wastefully onto the floor. Their venom had a strange shimmering purple hue to it, and as it flowed into the jar with the rest of the unknown cocktail, you could see the mixture seem to shift and distort. The Bishop of War kept their eyes firmly locked onto yours as they finally met you face to face once more, their eyes lax and calm, adding to the disturbingly sensual feeling to whatever this was. They took their fangs out from the jar, hooking a pincer under the string that bound the cloth atop it, and cutting it effortlessly. You tried to turn your head away from their uncomfortably soft eyes, even as the webbing bound you tight.
“You know, i never really got to see your face this close up until now y/n.” Shamura said in a sultry voice, as they gently swirled the jar and its strange contents with a dexterous pincer. “Even now, your little face a landscape of fear accented by worry and disgust, I must say..” They paused, as they took a free pincer, and trailed it gently up your chin, pushing your head up to meet theirs. They came closer, as you could feel the warmth of their breath ever so slightly brushing against your face. “ You’re rather cute. ” They said in their melodic voice, before leaning in before you could react, and forcing their writhing worm of a tongue into your mouth. You gagged almost instantly, your body convulsing as you felt a bad taste in the back of your mouth. Thankfully your captor only did this for a moment, quickly retracting their appendage from you, saliva trailing off it as they brought it back into their maw. You felt wrong. Your mouth and throat tingled with a slight numbing sensation, and you felt sick to your stomach. Shamura pulled away from you, and reached over to a nearby web to pluck something from it. It was an elegant crystal glass, light blue in hue, and even in the dim of this wretched pit, still shimmered ever so slightly.
Shamura took the small jar from which their vile poison was stewing, and poured it gently into the long-stemmed glass, swirling it as they did. They strung the empty jar to a nearby web with their pincers, and brought themselves and the crystal glass closer to you. What was any of this even about? First you're beaten, then you're kidnapped, and now War themselves was forcing their wretched tongue down your throat and calling you cute? What was the meaning of this? Shamura chuckled strangely, a ragged mix between their melodiously low voice and bouts of small hissing. "The 'meaning' of this is that I'm taking you for myself, killer.."
You felt yourself freeze up, and a horrible chill run down your spine. You hadn't said anything aloud, and had made no indication that you were trying to ask a question, and yet Shamura had the knowledge to respond to you in a way that implied that they knew what you were thinking. Was your mind compromised? Did they know what you're thinking? They smiled, and chuckled again. You felt sick. Not even your mind was safe anymore. As if this demon hasn't taken enough from you, now even your mind wasn't safe? Shamura smiled, and slowly began to push one of their pincers into your mouth, while you did your best to resist and bite down on it. At this point, even Death would be preferable to whatever cruelty Shamura was about to perform upon you. You bit down as hard as you could, but even the full strength of your jaw left no effect upon Shamura’s chitin. “ Don't worry Killer, you don't have to say a word. And you won't, unless I order you. ”
They pushed their pincer further into your mouth, forcing it open, as Shamura brought the glass of poison to your mouth, and poured. Everywhere the liquid touched both numbed your skin and lit it alight with a pleasant burn. It taste was a unpleasantly smooth mix of blood and rosehips; And when you tried your best to spit it out, Shamura moved their pincer back, reeling your head with it, ripping some of the webbing that bound you as your efforts to reject this bile were in vain. The poison spread about your mouth, numbing everything it touched, as you felt your queasiness slowly beginning to fade away. You actually felt… A lot of things fading away.. Shamura took their pincer from your mouth, letting your head fall back down, now free from its binding. Something was wrong. You could feel it. Your head was beginning to cloud…. And… your senses… were…… You closed your eyes, trying to make sense of things, but everything just felt so light and cloudy…. Shamura ran a pincer under your chin, and once more brought your head level to theirs. " That's it killer. My tinctures are strong, my venom stronger. No mortal can resist its potency, so why fight it? Why don't you just.."
Sink.
The word was a razor to your fading mind, and before you could help it you felt the edges of your senses fall away. Terror turned to Torpor as your eyes drooped and your body began to grow lax. “ That's it killer. Just listen to my voice, and Sink. ” You closed your eyes. A small part of you knew that you had to resist, you had to fight back, but it just felt so good to…
Sink.
It was getting harder and harder to form thoughts now. Your mind focused less on itself and its voices of reason, and more to the world around it. You could feel the differences in pressure of the various webs that bound you, as well as how tantalizing it felt to have them so taunt against your bare skin. You could hear the lovely words of Shamura, what was once a single cello now had blossomed into what felt like a full orchestra, one that reverberated throughout your entire body in a way that had you waiting for more. Everything felt elevated; The world, more saturated. You looked up to Shamura, their eyes alight with satisfaction. A part of you knew this was still your enemy, but so much of your mind was lost in all these beautiful new feelings that it was hard to do anything but…..
Sink.
Shamura stood before you, a face so beautiful and lively that you couldn't take your eyes off it. Small droplets of venom glistened from their fangs, as you felt an overwhelming desire to just….. taste it… just…. Just a little more…. Shamura, the god…. No …. Your God….. Leaned in closer, letting their girthy tongue once more unfurl from their mouth. It was so beautiful…. So perfect…. You opened your mouth, saliva dripping from you, as you tried to lean in closer. Just a bit closer…..
You didn't have to wait long. Shamura pressed into you, their prehensile tongue lapping deep into your numbed throat, pressing on parts of you that you didn't even know could be pressed on. You Loved It. Their taste, their girth, the way you could feel their fangs pressing closer into your skin. This is what you wanted, no… Needed. You felt the fires of passion begin to burn from within you, that wanting heat that tore through any semblance of rationality you had left, leaving you a mindless, pleasure-seeking mess. And that's just what you wanted.
Your hips moved by themselves, your bare sex grinding up against the tight, dense silk that bound you, desperate to quench the fire in your blood. You felt Shamura curl their tongue in your throat, before all at once pulling it out, leaving you gasping for air, and filled to the brim with the sensation of absence in your throat. Could they…. Put it back?.... It doesn't feel…. Right… Without…. Your feeble mind was cut short as you felt a pincer trail itself around your groin, leasing a small, involuntary moan from your lips as Shamura's tongue returned back into their mouth. " Excited, aren't we killer? " They teased, as you tried your best to press up against their pincer, just to give yourself a surface to grind on. " So eager, so desperate. Your mind is such a beautiful canvas y/n. I think I'll have fun making it mine. " You couldn't respond if you wanted to; Your hips pushing against Shamura's pincer, and your tongue reaching out to try and lap up any of their divine venom.
They stopped tracing their pincer around you, instead pressing fully into your crotch, giving you a solid surface to smash your hips against, as you chased the high of possible orgasm. " First, I'll give you a fresh coat." Shamura cooed, scratching under your chin with a free pincer, leaning in just close enough to once again smell that divine scent of their ichor. " Forget all that you knew about who you once were. Your name is, and has always been, Silk. "
Silk….. it began to come back to you, as if you were waking up from a horrible dream. " You were made to serve me. As both your God, and your lover. "
Of…. Course….. As a god…. A-and a-ah…...
Your god pressed their pincer against your groin harder, letting you push back more in return. You were so close… you could almost… Feel it, and…..
In a single instant, Shamura retracted their pincer, leaving you helplessly grinding the webbing that bound you. “ Wait… Noo…. Please….” You heard yourself plead, barely able to even recognize your own voice. You whimpered as you tried to press forward, tried to press harder, just a Little more….. But just as you were so close to release, you felt the crescendo fade, leaving you hungrier than before.
Your God smiled an almost cruel, yet still beautiful smile, and you couldn't help but jolt as they once more took a pincer to the area around your lust, tracing its shape with a feather-light pressure. The whole room smelled of the two of you, a musk mixing within each other, an irresistible and perfect… match. " If only you could see how beautiful you look right now Silk. Dancing to my whims, squirming to my touch.. I can only imagine the Pressure building up within you.. " The word pushed into your numb mind, causing your Libido to spike for just a moment. " M-m….more…. Please…. " You whined, trying to push into your god's pincer as they traced you. " No.. not yet, Silk. I can only imagine the Pressure you must be feeling, but I'm not done with you.. Not yet..”
You wiggled in your webbings, trying to do something, anything that could quench your fires, but nothing gave you that release. You looked to your God, desperate to hear them speak, desperate for Anything… that could help this fire within you. Just a few more words…. Just…. One more taste….. Shamura took one of their pincer, and pushed it delicately into your mouth, smiling as you wrapped your mouth around it, and gently sucked on it. " You've always been with me. And you've always been mine.. " Your lover cooed, as you continued to suckle on their pincer. " And you wouldn't change that for the world, would you? " They said, as you shook your head no. Why….. would… you??.... You thought to yourself, the world swirling in a beautiful pattern of stimuli and pleasure. You….. Liked this…. You… Wanted this…. You felt your love press their pincer further down into your throat, much to your enjoyment, taking the length in stride, suckling on it in such a pleasurable haze…. You wished…. You….. Could be su- Your mind was interrupted as Shamura began to withdraw the pincer from your mouth, as you desperately tried to hold onto it, sucking as hard as you can to keep feeling that sensation in your mouth, but to no avail.
A steady stream of saliva arched across the open air between your gaping mouth and your lover's pincer, stretching outwards till it eventually collapsed under its own weight. " I had more planned for you, my precious Silk. So much more. Yet I can see so deep into your mind. You're so far gone, and you don't even know it. And best of all?"
“You want it.”
You shuddered in your binds, the mere words seemed to course through you, grasping at your body like a hundred hands, pressing and teasing upon every inch of flesh. You pressed your groin up as hard as you could to your binds, desperate to bring yourself anywhere closer to orgasm. " Yess… keep squirming, my pet… I can feel it. I can sense it. All that Pressure building with body and soul, all the Pressure against your oh so willing flesh. Only I can give you that release. Only I can grant you that mercy. Don't you want that? Don't you want that Release ?” The word sent shutters down your back. You wanted. No. Needed . It so bad. Your god was the only one that could give that to you. You needed it, you Had To Have It . You nodded furiously, willing to do anything to finally have that Release. “ Gooood…” Shamura cooed, their very voice seeming to spin around your head in a dancing figure of eight. “ All I require is one thing. Pledge to me your Soul. Now and forever. ” Your god said, the words buzzing around your head as their pincers made those horrendously tempting feather-light traces.
That was all that they needed, wasn't it. They owned you. They loved you. They needed you. And you needed them. Your soul… was always theirs… “I'm… Yours… My Love….. All of…. Me….” You got out, smiling as Shamura smiled back. “Good pet. Now… I think you'll like this next part.” Shamura said, as their pincers traced a sigil in the air. They cocked their head over to you and smiled once more, as they finished the glowing red sigil, running a free pincer near your needy flesh as the sigil pulsed in a bright red flash, and within a matter of seconds, you felt almost a wisp of energy leave from your body, and float into the sigil, to which it dissipated in the air. Shamura then gently hooked a pincer underneath the webbings of your lust, and as if it were mere paper, cut it effortlessly open, finally exposing your sex to the open air. You were dripping in anticipation, your mind so enamored and immersed in pleasure the whole world was a beautiful haze of softness and joy. You were ready. "It's time to let all that Pressure go, my precious Silk. It's time for your Release. Are you ready?" Your love asked softly, as they lowered themselves down closer to your groin. You nodded, your mind still in a beautiful haze. Shamura smiled..
Cum.
Your body spasmed into orgasm instantly, and all at once your orchestra of pleasure reached its Crescendo. Shamura watched with glee as you pressed your body forward, a moan escaping your lips as your love let loose from your body. Shamura sniffed the air, relishing in your scent, before quickly descending onto your groin, and enveloping its entirety with their mouth. You twitched and spasmed as your lover licked every part of your lust clean, prodding at every part of your desperate body in just the right ways. Shamura withdrew from you, a small string of saliva briefly trailing between them and you, as they rose up to meet you face to face once more. "Silk…" they cooed to you, running a pincer gently under your chin. "Such a beautiful name. Such a beautiful soul. Such a beautiful body. Once I had plans for you to be a mere soldier, but seeing that look in your eyes… I think you'll do me better as a personal consort. Wouldn't you agree?” You smiled and nodded your head, a bit more tired than before, but still filled with such a blissful sense of joy. Shamura gave you another one of their beautiful smiles, before hooking a pincer under the bottom of the webbing, and gently cut upwards, parting the webbing from your body, finally releasing you from your binds.
Shamura reached out a pincer to help you down, as you hopped down onto the floor, happy to finally be able to touch solid ground. You were fully nude, and already marked with the tattoos and sigils of your God’s cult, just like you always have been.. Shamura held a pincer down to you, and you held it with your hand, as the two of you slowly made your way out of the thoroughly webbed room. You felt… Lighter. Happier. You don't really recall what had happened before you came into this room, but at the same time… did it really matter? Your god loved you, and wanted to spend their time with you. And… You wanted that. You gave their pincer a light squeeze, as you looked up to them with joy. They smiled back to you, like a proud sculptor to their work.
Life felt as if it were about to get a lot nicer.