Drider Girlfriend Senthia (complete)

    You’ve been hired to investigate problems that have recently been plaguing one of the villages your cathedral looks after. Lately, there has been a string of disappearances. Both men and women have vanished, never to be seen again. It is believed that it is the work of a witch who lives in the caves nearby.

They say that even getting near her lair is certain death. Many have tried to hunt her down and kill her, but none of succeeded, and almost all of them have fallen to her powers. There has only been one survivor, a young woman who has been made an outcast in the village, so her family has kept her locked away inside.

You’re going to meet with this woman first before you go to try and use your abilities to confront the witch. 

You’re let into the young woman’s room, there you find her sitting in a chair and reading. She looks up at you as you come in and a soft smile graces her face.

“You must be the priest,” she says. “It’s nice to meet you.”

You sit down across from her and smile. “Nice to meet you as well.” You’re confused, you expected something else when you were told about this girl. Yet she looks perfectly normal, pretty and sweet. You do notice faint bruises on her arms, but that could be anything.

“I need to know what you witnessed with the witch,” you tell her. “It’s ok if it is hard for you to talk about I just need-”

The girl’s expression suddenly becomes drawn, and she looks away from her. Her cheeks flush, and she touches her fingertips to her lips. “I miss her,” she mewls softly.

Your eyes widen. “I beg your pardon?”

The girl bites her lip, and she sighs. “Senthia,” she says. “I miss her touch.”

You notice her nipples are growing hard through her dress. “What’d she do to you?” You whisper urgently.

The girl looks at you. “She saved me,” she gasps. “My husband was using me as bait to lure her out, hoping to kill her. She took me, but she saved me! My husband was horrible. He beat me and forced me to-” she looks away and clutches her hand over her chest. “Senthia made me happy during the time we spent together. She made me-” a satisfied smile spreads across her lips. 

“If you go to her in kindness,” the girl replies, “she will welcome you in.”

You frown and nod. “So then, that means that all the people who have disappeared-”

“They’ve been hunting her,” the girl urges. “She’s done nothing wrong but exists here. If they just left her alone, then no harm would come to them.”

You stand up and place a kiss on the girl’s forehead. “Thank you for your help. May you be blessed.”

You leave the house, a little angry that you had not been told all the details. If she was killing those who wished her harm, it was just self-defense. You couldn’t really blame her for that. You didn’t believe that killing was a just punishment, so you still felt the need to confront this Senthia.  

You follow the stream through the woods, coming to a cliffside where her cave was. Out front, there was a stone pathway leading to the mouth. Around the entrance, there were spider’s webs draping down like sheer curtains. 

There was a strange, exotic smell in the air. It smelled spicy and warm, and you felt yourself relax. You try to keep a clear mind, this could be a spell to appease those who intend harm. But you have no intention for such a thing. You’ve come to talk, that is all. You walk up to the mouth of the cave, brushing aside the webs as you look in. Lights are hovering and flickering about, lighting the pathway further down.

“Hello?” You call out. “Lady Senthia?” You clear your throat, feeling a strange mix of anxiety and calm. “I’m a high priest from the Cathedral of Korra,” you announce yourself. “I’ve come to talk to you about the recent disappearances.”

You hear a soft chuckle. “Well, well,” she purrs. “I certainly never expected to have a priest grace my presence. At least, not while I was alive. Please, come in.”

You swallow, but your throat is tight. “I would rather meet with you out here.”

“I promise you,” Senthia murmurs, “no harm will come to you. You have brought no weapons with you, which is a first. I also wish to talk. I do get rather lonely.”

You look around, trying to find where her voice is coming from. You take a tentative step inside, letting the spider’s webs close behind you. You follow the lights down the path, entering into a room that’s decorated with dark furniture. 

A woman is standing behind a bar, mixing drinks. She places a glass on the counter and crooks her finger at you. “Come forward,” her voice is sultry. “Take your drink and have a seat.”

She’s beautiful, and you find yourself gazing at her a little too long. Her complexion is creamy and pale. Her lips are full and painted a dark shade that only makes her skin brighter. Her long black hair is styled carefully, where the perfectly coiffed and curled front covers her forehead. She’s wearing a very sheer top that splits at the neck, showing off her ample bosom. 

You’ve seen many a beauty in your life, but Senthia truly takes the cake. You could gaze at her for hours like a painting. But you must remember what she is and why you’re here. It is her eyes that keep you from falling too far. Her eyes are a dead giveaway, they are completely black with a red iris. Certainly far from human.

Your mouth is dry, and your throat feels like wool. “I don’t drink,” you tell her.

Senthia pouts at you. “Oh, not even a little?”

You sigh, not wanting to offend her in any way you take the glass. You then sit down on one of the chairs. As you look up, you see Senthia walk out from behind the bar. You nearly drop your drink, and your mouth hangs open.

As Senthia walks towards you, it is on eight spindly legs. Senthia isn’t just a witch, but she is a black widow. A drider. Her bulbous back end is glossy black, and you can see the bright red hourglass. 

She smirks at you. “Do you see something shocking?”

“I just-” you clear your throat and take a long drink. “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to stare, Lady, Senthia.”

She giggles, coming close to you. She touches your cheek. “For a priest, you are awfully young, even for an elf.” Her long fingers graze down your neck. “I’m surprised they would send such a lovely thing.”

Your cheeks are burning, in fact, your whole body is feeling hot from your core. “Yes well,” you take her hand and push it back. “My youth isn’t the subject of discussion.”

“Oh right,” she clicks her tongue. “You are here to talk about those so-called disappearances.” She steps back and stands before you.

“The one young woman you let go, she told me you only kill those who attack you and mean you harm. I do not blame you for that,” you start out.

Senthia smirks. “I’m glad to hear you understand.”

“But you shouldn’t kill-”

She scoffs and rolls her eyes. “Oh.” She then looks at you. “As a woman, can I speak frankly with you? Woman to woman.”

“Of course,” you murmur.

“All my life I have been prey in one form of fashion or another,” she tells you with a growl in her voice. “It was either for my beauty or my body or just for the singular reason that I had a warm cunt that could be played with.” She spits on the ground and scowls. “I found a way to turn what they wanted against them. Passion, heat, desire, all of it could be used to my advantage to protect myself.”

Senthia then huffs. “And even still,” her voice turns solemn, “using these very things makes me a monster. Even though they used it to harm me first.”

You look into her eyes the entire time. Anytime she looks at you, you meet her gaze. You understand her, you’ve felt this frustration before.

“I use the same things they use,” Senthia growls. “Yet I am the monster,” she laughs and shakes her head. “That poor girl,” she murmurs. “Her husband used her. He treated her like garbage. He was the one who forced himself upon her and yet she was the whore.” She scowls at you and inches close.

“How could I not end her suffering?” Senthia smiles gently at you. She runs her fingers through your hair. “I enjoy the pleasures of the body,” she whispers. “Even after everything, I still wish to use my powers for some good.”

You pinch your thighs together, the heat has become an unbearable ache. “But that doesn’t explain-” you pant.

“A girl has to eat,” she purrs. “So why not kill a few assholes and make the world a better place?” She leans in, placing a soft kiss on your lips. “I bet, if you ask anyone in that damn village if it is a better place without those violent behemoths, they would all say yes.”

Your lips part and you tilt your head, wanting another kiss from Senthia’s lips. “That still doesn’t give you the right-” you swallow. “That’s not a reason to-”

Senthia touches her finger to your lips. “Enough about those who don’t matter,” she murmurs. “I want to know about you.”

“Me?” Your voice cracks.

Senthia giggles, a soft smirk spreading across her lovely lips. “How long has it been since you last enjoyed your body? Or anybody?”

You lick her finger, unable to hold yourself back you suck on it. She presses it against your tongue, grinning in pleasure.

“Too long,” she says. “Let me guess, you have taken a vow of chastity?”

You nod, and her finger slips off your tongue. She kisses you again and sucks your tongue, moaning softly as she does. “But do you touch yourself?” She whispers into your ear. “Do you lie in bed alone, imagining the sweet sensation of having a sinner fill your pure little cunt with his thick, dirty cock?”

You whimper, feeling wetness seep between your thighs. “Lady Senthia, please,” you mewl. “I should go we shouldn’t talk like this.”

Senthia kisses you again. “Tell me, no, and I will stop.”

You gaze into her eyes, realizing there are more hiding behind her hair. “I don’t-” you shiver. “I don’t want to stop.”

Senthia grins. “Good girl.” She kisses you again, nipping your bottom lip with her sharp fangs. “Tell me what you desire.”

You look down at her chest, seeing her nipples have grown hard and dark. “I watch the other priests as they undress,” you whisper, confessing your sin to Senthia. “I imagine how the other sisters’ skin tastes. I stare at their breasts and wonder how they feel.”

Senthia removes her sheer top, tossing it aside and presenting her breasts to you. “Wonder no more, little priest,” she sighs. “Consider them yours.”

You whimper and cautiously take a breast in each hand. They’re heavy and plump and as you rub your cheeks to them Senthia giggles.

“Tell me more,” she runs her nails along the nape of your neck. “What are you feeling in this moment?”

You lick her nipple, teasing it before sucking on it. “Mm,” you moan as you pull back. “Senthia,” you whimper. “It aches.” You place your arm between your legs, rubbing yourself against it.

Senthia giggles. “Should I take care of you?”

You look up at her. “Please,” you beg.

Senthia removes the belt from around her waist, revealing her slick, warm cunt just at the base of her torso. She touches herself, showing you how wet and dripping she is. She then takes her sopping fingers and lays them on your tongue. You suck hungrily on her fingers, enjoying her taste too much.

Your body feels powerfully awake and needy. Every slight touch on your body feels overwhelming. You stand up, stripping away your clothes. Senthia grabs you, kissing you and nibbling down your neck. She bites your nipples, and you nearly topple over from the sensation.

Senthia pets her hand down your stomach, and her long, elegant fingers slip between your thighs. She purrs, and you can hear her finger slicking in your wetness. You hold on to her arms, leaning into her as your knees start to quake.

“You’re like a waterfall,” Senthia purrs into your ear. “I bet you could make many a man happy with this treat.” She pulls her hand back up, licking her fingers and palm clean. “But you’ll not want any after me.”

You gulp down breaths as you look into her eyes. You grab her, kissing her and sliding your fingers into her warm slit. She moans, lips parting as her finger her slowly.

Senthia seethes and giggles. “Oh little priest,” she moans. “Are you so eager?”

As you touch her, something feels strange. It’s as if her innards are getting tighter and harder. They start to push against your fingers. Looking down, you see something is coming out. You keep touching her, guiding out the shaft that grows from inside. Soon, it’s standing erect and rubbing against your thigh.

“What’s that?” You gasp.

“Something fun,” Senthia growls into your ear. “Would you like to try it?”

You gulp and kneel down before her. You lick the base where her lips are spread out. Senthia moans softly, and she bucks forward. You lick up the shaft which is amazingly thick at the base. It gets narrower further up, and the top is an open pucker. You lick inside, and Senthia cries out and moans. 

You take the shaft into your mouth, sucking it and tasting something sweet and spicy in your tongue. You touch yourself, writhing against your hand as you lap at Senthia. 

“Good girl,” Senthia moans as she steps back. She then grins, lifting you up; she spins her web around your wrists behind your back. She tugs on it, and she bends you over the sofa. Her hand pets down your back, and she gropes your rear, pulling it apart and then slapping it.

“Anh!” You mewl in pleasure. “Senthia,” you whine. 

“Shh,” Senthia whispers. “You don’t want to rush.” She spanks you again, and you chew on your cheek. “Let me take care of you.” She strikes your rear again and then rubs it.

You wriggle your ass at her, wanting to feel her inside. She spanks you again, and you moan loudly. 

Senthia kisses you rear, biting down. You gasp, shuddering as a warm sensation floods through you from her bite. 

“Ok then,” she purrs. You feel her stand behind you and her shaft rubs against your folds. You bite back an excited breath.

“Oh please,” you mewl.

“Good girl,” Senthia moans as she presses inside.

Her tip opens you, and as she spears you deeper, she stretches you more. You cry out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as she fills you.

Senthia grunts, tugging on her web and making your back arch. She thrusts hard inside you, going so deep she feels like she’s rearranging your guts. She spanks you between hard thrusts, her voice is dark and sweet.

“Good girl,” she purrs to you. “Good girl.” She spanks you again and drives harder.

You moan with abandon, not caring what sounds you’re making. Senthia feels too good. Your head is all white noise and fog. The only thing that matters is Senthia and how she’s pleasing you. 

Senthia grunts and snarls, her body seizes, and she grips down on your rear. You feel the shaft inside getting thicker. It’s opening up. You gasp, and your mouth opens wider. Something is moving up the shaft. You feel the rippling of it as they travel further up. They plop inside you, filling your womb. You whine and moan, thrashing. Senthia growls and snarls, pushing deeper. You cry out, nearly screaming with overwhelming release. You go limp, only help up by the web around your wrists.

Senthia continues to fill you, laying her eggs in your womb. Your lashes flutter, and everything goes dark.

You wake feeling something soft on your cheek. You moan softly. Your body feels raw and sore, but warm and soft at the same time. You lay back, gazing up at the rocky ceiling. Senthia’s fingers trace shapes on your body, and she’s humming. 

“Where am I?” You sigh.

“With me,” Senthia kisses you. She sits you up and offers you a glass of water. She then touches your belly, which feels a little heavy and tight. “How do you feel?”

“Strange,” you sigh. “But-” a smile spreads across your lips, one that you had seen on the lips of the girl in the village.

“I know,” Senthia kisses your neck. “You’re free to go, but you’re also welcomed to stay.” 

You look at her, gazing into her dark eyes. “I can?” You gasp. “Stay, I mean.”

Senthia grins. “Of course,” she says excitedly. “I would prefer it if you did.” She lays you back down and admires your body. “Stay with me,” she whispers. “Be mine.” Her eyes glow softly. “And I’ll give you everything you desire.”

You capture her hand, kissing her palm and nuzzling into it. You smell the fragrance from outside the cave, and you realize, even before you met her, she had trapped you. You had been standing in her web, and you never realized it. 

You look up at her smile, and you return it. “I want to stay with you,” you whisper to her.

Senthia dips down, kissing you softly. “Don’t worry,” she whispers. “I’ll make sure you continue to pray.”