Enthralled part 7 Written and Edited by PgFalcon Commissioned by an anonymous patron. ~Angel~ Uncle Jorge was an apothecary that specialized in the various magical substances produced by Arachne. Being an Arachne himself, with golden yellow and burnt orange fur and a relatively pure bloodline, gave him a small advantage in his chosen profession. Even still, he was an entrepreneur, and constantly breaking new ground and venturing into unmapped territory with his medicinal skills. If anyone knew how to counteract my mother’s venom it would be him. “Sorry about the clothes,” he apologized. “All I own are aprons.” “That’s okay,” I replied. “But do you really think you can help Jared?” Jared was only half listening to us. His uncontrolled and unbaiting lust, the effect of my mother’s strong venom and potent magic, were really beginning to take its toll on him. I myself was in poor shape, but at least I was experienced at handling myself and keeping my thoughts in check, despite what my body was being put through alongside his simply through proxy and the bond I had formed between him and myself as a mated pair. We had climbed up to the treetops and followed my uncle to his workshop and home, built much as my own cottage was in the woods on earth, only much higher up in the air. Thin but strong walls and floors of webbing built using the trunks of seven different trees as strong anchoring points. It was a testament to his skill that, despite the steady wind, the floor was steady beneath our feet and sounds of nature outside all but silenced once the wide doorway closed behind us. Jorge had given us both aprons to cover ourselves, with Jared’s sticking out comically due to his unyielding erection, and our host was already busy mixing something together. “The best I can do for the moment,” he said as he worked, “Is a stop-gap fix. It’ll calm and clear his head, and hopefully will hold him over until a real ‘cure’ can be made. I’m also mixing in a little something to boost his vitality too. He’s looking a little pale. I’ll make you some of my special tea to pick you up too, but unfortunately you’ve built up immunity to the drug I’ll be giving Jared, so it wouldn’t be any help to ya...” I blushed at that. I had gone to my uncle first when attempting to figure out a solution to my ‘going into season’ problem. He had only been able to help me delay the inevitable though… and of course I ended up deciding to take Jared, a human, on to be my faux-mate and trick my biology into letting me live my years on my own terms. Unfortunately my mother was as stubborn as I was, but I had never thought she’d go so far as to drug my boyfriend! “Here,” he said, turning away from his work station with a small glass of chalky-white liquid. It smelled mildly like alcohol, and for all I knew it might have been. “Drink it.” And so Jared took the glass and drank. Uncle Jorge then passed me a much nicer-smelling cup of amber liquid, and I sipped from it, immediately feeling my own strength returning. It was potent stuff, and a shiver chased through my body and rippled through my fur, standing on end for a moment and turning me into a puff-ball before relaxing again. “So you think you can do it?” I asked. “Counter my mother’s venom?” “I might. It’ll take a day or so for me to prepare everything. Good medicine isn’t made overnight, and magic is even slower moving than medicine, but I think I have just the thing I’ve been meaning to try. It’ll be ready by morning… until then I’ve given your boyfriend here a maximum dose of my special blend. It should keep him from going crazy until then… and if I’m not mistaken you yourself have plenty of experience with handling this kind of thing.” “Wait… you’re not going to try something experimental on him are you???” “Of course I am. It’s not every day you run up against something as potent as your mother’s venom. I’m not even that experienced with ordinary Arachne venom other than using it myself in some of my other experiments, usually as an aphrodisiacs for other species. Anything I do to him will be experimental.” “But!” “Look, it’s either this or nothing, and I’m not even sure if it’s even possible to help him. You might be better off just surrendering to it and taking Jared here to be your husband.” “That would be permanent!” “And what you’ve done to him so far isn’t?” “Ugh…” interrupted Jared, life returning to his face and his dull and glazed eyes gradually sharpening as lucidity came back to him. “That tasted terrible… but thank you.” “It’s working!” I cried with joy. “Of course it is. I’m no amateur.” “Thank you!” “No need for that; I’m always here to help. Now, I’m not telling you two what to do, but I would suggest that while I’m working you two go take the guest bedroom and keep the monster at bay, especially since I can’t give you anything to make this easier. Pace yourselves, don’t hurt yourselves, take plenty of breaks, and you’ll make it through the night. If you can try to get some rest, but I doubt you’ll be able to fall asleep. If you want to spice it up you’re welcome to invite your spider friends in. They certain seem open to the idea of a round two! It might make things easier for you both as well.” I blushed, but nodded my understanding. Jared, too, was blushing so powerfully that it made me worry that perhaps he had caught a fever, but he appeared to have momentarily stopped paying attention to us, and instead was lost in his own thoughts. At least he wasn’t the type to keep his thoughts to himself… and he quickly snapped out of his reverie and shouted. “Wait a minute! What just happened? What did we do!? Those… giant spiders… we-” “Oh them?” laughed Uncle Jorge. “Yea, they seem to really like you two! Followed you both all the way here, looking for more no doubt! Har-har-har!” “But I… and Angel… we-” “It’s okay,” I said gently. “I know how you must feel, but in our society it’s not only considered natural, but is considered by some to be a rite of passage. I never much wanted to try it myself, and definitely didn’t want to accidentally form a permanent bond with one back when I was looking for a mate, but considering the situation we’re in it was either that or… give in to mother. Even now I’m barely holding it together. I’m honestly envious of your stamina.” Jared seemed to blink in surprise and opened his mouth to say something, but Jorge nudged him. “Boy, don’t question it. If she says it’s okay then it’s okay! I know of quite a few fellows who would kill to have a mate that would be so open to fun things like that…” “You make it sound weird when you say it like that,” I huffed. “Not at all! I’m just saying that some of our women can be pretty selfish, and wouldn’t consider sharing their bedroom with anyone or anything. If you ask me it’s boring mates like that who are weird… “But enough of this chatter! I need to work now, so you two take the guest bedroom and do what you gotta do to survive the night! Off you go!” And so unceremoniously we were both ushered through another doorway, and then all sound from the outside world was cut off as yet another well-constructed door shut silently behind us. *** ~Angel~ It was a very nice guestroom, all told. Almost everything appeared to be made of silk cloth and wood, the floors both soft and stiff, the walls thick, and the lighting mysterious and ambient. Everything from the construction of the walls to the enormous bed fitted with intricately patterned bedding, to the things hanging on the walls or sitting on shelves, down to even the nightstands… all spoke of a large and expendable income, as was to be expected of a skilled apothecary. I was expecting it of course, but Jared seemed to be struck by surprise at the wealth apparent in the room’s furnishings. I turned and cattishly waited for him to remember why it was we were pushed in here in the first place, already reaching behind my back to until the rough brown apron. He certainly noticed when I dropped it to the floor though… Even after Jorge had found us we had a long way to go to reach his house, and that tea had sure restored my energy… and my sex drive. Trapped once again in such a small space with Jared I was once again subject to the full effects of his raging pheromones, and touched myself as Jared struggled to take off his own brown apron as fast as he could, though he accidentally ended up knotting it and only taking longer to get it off than if he had been more deliberate about it… but of course it wasn’t his fault. He was the one under my mother’s spell after all. I was only catching the waves of powerful lust as they rolled from his body. I bit my lip in sympathy for him, as I was no stranger to such powerful biological urges myself, and even as disciplined as I was quite wet down below as I teased myself for him, digging my fingers through that decadently soft and deep carpet of fur. I know he appreciated it from the way his manhood, now free from the restrictive brown cloth of my uncle’s apron, pulsed visibly and jumped, like an entity unto itself straining at the leash and begging to be set loose. But my partner’s eyes were far cooler than his body, and he was able, with the aid of my uncle’s special remedy, to maintain control of himself without suffering too much for it. I found myself growing excited, anticipating such a wonderful combination of Jared’s natural sweetness and this artificially ramped-up ardor. I wanted to savor it, and with that in mind I backed up onto the wide and soft bed carefully and slowly, and Jared dutifully followed at arm’s length, somehow sensing what it was I wanted from him and doing his best, as he always did, to meet my expectations. I could not have chosen a better mate if it had taken me a thousand years! “Ah!” he gasped as I slipped my hand forwards and across his shaft, which even now was reaching forwards for me and twitching like a nervous horse. Indeed, it was easily large enough to be equine, even if the shape was far more appreciable to me. Those smooth tapered curves, strong and powerful, with a thick and evenly ridged base and long, thin tip… it was like a work of art. His whole organ was actually fairly flexible too, though for the moment his arousal had gone to such an extreme that it was far too rigid for him to move it himself (at least not voluntarily)… so dutifully I worked to ease his poor over-worked manhood and make him feel better with my hands. My own fingers dripping with my own wetness I gently teased him, but was pleasantly shocked when I felt him touch me as well, only not with his hands but with one of his eight soft, furry-white footpads, reaching up in between my legs in a sneak attack on my own womanhood, pushing through my own downy white fur and touching and rubbing me so wonderfully down there that I felt my body nearly buckle as I pressed up against him, urging him to be more aggressive, to go faster. But perhaps I had forgotten something. Certainly his own body was flooded with lust that dwarfed my own current state by comparison… but he had something I couldn’t have right now. That mind-clearing potion my uncle gave him. I realized with a start that I didn’t have full control of myself… and yet, for the moment, Jared did. Once this business with my mother gets resolved I will definitely need to get even with him somehow! But for now: bliss! Jared’s hands were on my breasts and soft, wondrously furry pad of his foot against my hyperactive sex! Soon more of his legs and feet joined in and began playing with the rest of my body, touching and stroking my fur, squeezing my butt, teasing all my sensitive spots! He had gotten to know me too well it seemed, but before I could protest or take retaliatory action I found his lips pressing against mine and his manhood white-hot against my belly and deep in my fur, sliding so low as to even join with his foot-pad with touching my sensitive sex, and I forgot what it was that I wanted to do back to him, instead embracing his strong shoulders and squeezing him for all I was worth as a tremor shook my body from his attentions and I nearly came from the tender caress of nearly my entire body! Before I knew it I was leaning further and further back until, with a flop, he was on top of me and I was on my back, his manhood grinding so wonderfully against me, it’s strength and size mind boggling and hypnotizing as I laid there paralyzed. In a second he had me pinned down, from my arms to my many legs, and it was all I could do to even struggle meekly in his grasp. I was wrong then. He was lucid alright, but still in the grip of the animalistic urge to mate; a daunting combination to be sure, a mixture of aggression and caring love. I was in for a new experience to be sure, and found myself eagerly anticipating the night ahead! There were so many sides to my beloved Jared, and whether or not some of them were drug induced it was quite a feat to be so flexible in bed! And speaking of flexibility, pinned as I was I wasn’t without some fight left in me, and a thing to two to teach him as well… and slow I raised my abdomen up to his and, after reveling in the sensation of our matching fur rubbing and pressing together, deftly planted my spinnerets on top of his, pushing our delicate and sensitive organs together. His surprise was quite cute, but my own cleverness was short-lived as he backed up, bending himself to maintain the pleasant contact of our spinnerets as they wriggled, touched, and danced together, and removing his footpad from my now very wet and extremely ready and awaiting sex he positioned himself above me… that monstrous and beautiful cock hanging above me like the branch of a tree and dragging along my fur as it slowly traced it’s way lower and lower to my naked and undefended pussy. I gasped I as I felt it touch me, and shook with anticipation even as he remained as eerily steady as from the moment he had entered the room, no longer a dog with no leash but now more like the water being held behind a floodgate, ready to rush forth in a torrent of passion and power at the discretion of the gate keeper. And as he held still above, temptingly close and yet so far away, I made a sudden realization; that even though I desperately needed him right now, and indeed neither of us could refuse the other in our current states even if one of us wanted to, that this was still Jared that was holding me down, and no matter what show he might put on for me on the outside he was still sweet, gentle, and ultimately a rather shy person. The fact that he was willing and able to go to such lengths and put on such a show, simply because he knew I would likely enjoy it, was testament of the love we shared… but ultimately Jared could not be his own gatekeeper. Not all the time, at least… and so I smiled, and nodded. The relief was evident in his smile back. Perhaps he had been worried he was doing something wrong, even with my nudging, but he needn’t have been. I was enjoying every moment of it, from the feel of his hands as they ran over my breasts to the way his soft and enveloping fur, legs, and feet caressed and held my body, rubbing against each other and pressing together, sharing heat and sensation… And then, like taking that first step into a freefall, he plunged forward and penetrated me, and it all cut loose from there. My mound spread wide around his intruding tip, already filled so tightly, yet with so much more to go! I cried out in ecstasy, unable to contain myself, and slipped my legs out from underneath his and wrapping around his furry torso and abdomen, running through the grain and texture of his fur with my own, crushing his shoulders with my arms, as he forced more of himself into me. That long, tapering shape was no longer immobile stone now that it was in me, and moved with wild strength inside my body as it twisted and moved its way deeper as Jared lunged forward further and further, spreading my poor body wider and wider over him as every curve, ripple, and bump of his elegant and serpentine manhood passed through my now tightly spread and gripping entrance… hitting the most sensitive and wonderful of spots inside me all along the way! I squealed for joy as I felt him pushing the base of his dick into me, those rough ridges popping past my tight lips and pulling on the inner walls of my pussy. He had begun rolling his hips to word his way deeper into me, and I opened myself as well as I could as I felt that questing tip reach farther into me than I had ever thought possible before he came along, yet with a little ways more to go! It was as though our bodies had been made for each other, and every single moment and movement was utter bliss! And then, with a sudden shudder, I felt him bump up against me as he pushed the very last of himself into my body, and like a key fitting into the lock it was made for, I felt for a moment complete and whole, as if without Jared I were missing a piece of myself, and now I had found it… and I came. I came and threw myself up towards Jared to hold him tight against me, wrapping him like a blanket with my furred body and forcing him to stay still for me while I rode the wave he had given to me. The sensation of him still inside me, and his still moving within me, was what I really wanted to savor before the next part began, and the anticipation of that made it all the better. He waited very patiently. But slowly the strength with which I was holding onto him drained from me, and my body relaxed, and Jared took that as the cue for him to continue. The sensation of him pulling ever so slightly out of me, especially after such an intense event, sent pleasant shocks and thrills throughout my body. I was hypersensitive and hyperaware to every single sensation of him, both inside me and out, and trembled as he stopped… and then rammed back home all the way with a forceful lung. I shook violently. It was just so much, and so quickly I was already reaching my limit… and yet Jared had been taking things very slowly from his end, expertly teasing and abusing my own hormone-drive state of crazy arousal, and yet controlling his own. I couldn’t help that though, as even with my past experience with such things to help me, that ‘experience’ couldn’t compare in the least to my uncles potion. The best I could do was to try and steer the runaway train of my own biology. That potion, while no more effective at putting a stop to the lust, gave much more effective control… as evidenced by the fact that Jared wasn’t yet fucking my brains out. Which mad me slightly frustrated. Why wouldn’t he let loose already? But he had stopped. Aside from that one, tantalizingly, exquisitely good taste of what was surely to come, my skin and fur electric against his own, he had put a pause on our passion right at the moment of greatest tension. I was squirming underneath him, wondering what was going on, when he leaned in close to me, rested his head against my own, and whispered in my ear. “I think I love you…” And as those shocking words sank in he relinquished all control over himself and fucked me like he never had before. We wound up hardly using the bed, him and me throwing each other against the walls, using both the ceiling and floor indiscriminately, aggressively forcing pleasures onto each other with all the enthusiasm and energy young love could bring to bear. Webs somehow got involved and soon the room was turning into a white, silky mess as we cocooned ourselves into a slowly shrinking nest for which to play. Several things probably got broken, but we hardly noticed, intoxicated by each other’s bodies as we were. Drunk on his hormones, I lost all sense of what was real and what was dream, as time became a meaningless word in the face of our endless passion. *** ~Jared~ She was so soft and warm, and her body so yielding to me. I felt as if I were made for her, and she was made for me, and while I was inside her nothing else in the world mattered but her and her happiness. I had known for a while that she might be the one, but I decided that I really did love her like no one else in that room that night. Who else could compare to her? To this? It wasn’t just that I was making love to a lovely creature of another species. It wasn’t this other world. It wasn’t even her mother’s venom, or at least I didn’t think it was. It was her, and the way she needed me, and the way she simple was. No matter what she looked like, beautiful or ugly, monster or not, I had grown to know her on such an intimate knowledge that I felt as though I could see her very soul, and that more than anything else, was beautiful to me. I wanted to share my life with her, and to watch her grow old with me. But for the moment, unfortunately, I had pressing biological needs to attend to. “Ngggh!” I cried as I came, once again, for what seemed like the umpteenth time that day. Despite the crazy amount of sex we had been having, even with what breaks we could manage to take, she was still as tight as ever, and sadly I still came as much as ever. She couldn’t hope to retain it all, and subsequently we were making quite a mess of the floor, or whatever laid beneath us. It was hard to tell, really, what with all this webbing we had made throughout the room. There was hardly any space left, in fact, for us… but being trapped in a small bubble of warm air against my lovely Angel was not bad at all by my book. She was like a huge furry pillow: warm, soft, and squishy… except she was also a woman. Oh yes, she was very much a woman. Keeping a clear mind with the help of her uncle’s weird medicine was a bit of a mixed blessing though. It was very good that I was able to control myself, my pacing, and even take breaks somewhat regularly. It kept me from screwing my way to death by exhaustion. As it was I was growing tired from lack of rest, but I was able to keep my vitality from utterly bottoming out. As a human man, though, I had no doubt I wouldn’t have been able to last this long. Angel, herself, had sort of entered an almost drunken state, no doubt a result of being exposed to my overactive hormones for such an extended period of time, and it such a small room to boot. I knew her own potent smell, as wild as it was driving me, was easily being overpowered by me and my body’s run-away sex drive. She had climaxed with me, as she usually did, and the sensation of her around my penis, every minute texture, fold, ripple, and bend of her womanhood intimately familiar to me by now. I knew where her extra sensitive spots where, and how to move to take full advantage of them. I had come to love the way she felt, both inside and out, nearly as much as I loved the woman it all belonged to. She certainly was beautiful and unique, and I knew without a doubt as I pulled out from her, dripping with both hers and my own bodily fluids, watching as she gasped and moved and twitched the entire way… that I wouldn’t trade her for the world. Once I was able to remove myself from her I collapsed by her side. “Time… *hah*… for another… *hah*… breather?” she asked with a wry smile. I could only nod my head. I was exhausted, my body was drained, and the taste of Mr. Jorge’s tea was but a fading memory now, nastiness and all. I sure could use another one, as even lying still next to such a figure of beauty made it hard for me to keep still. The smell of her fur, of her body, and of her sex was just so incredibly potent. It made me want to forget my fatigue and keep right on going, ignoring my fatigue… but I knew that was a dangerous path… and I only needed to hold out a little longer. Angel’s uncle Jorge was sure to be done soon with whatever it was he was doing. It was well past dawn for Christ’s sake! God my dick hurt. In the heat of passion it was easy to not notice it, but laying still next Angel only made it ever the more painfully clear that my erection hadn’t subsided in the least bit since yesterday afternoon. I laughed to myself as I recalled old commercials for male enhancement pills. ‘Consult your physician if you experience erections lasting for more than four hours.’ Here I was going to soon hit 24 hours! Ouchie. We had waited a good little while and had resumed carefully and measuredly fucking when the door flew open, and there stood Jorge in his dirty brown apron, only this time wearing a mask that covered his nose and mouth and holding one large vials of murky liquid and one vial of clear liquid, both less than half full. I was balls deep, figuratively speaking of course, in Angel and not in the least bit able to stop short. I had begun to get used to fighting the urge to go totally animalistic, but whatever he had given me the night before had totally worn off… and so it was that I had Angel up against the ceiling and was pistoning in and out of her as gently as I could as I simultaneously tried to collect my dignity and address the new situation. Angel, unsurprisingly, was beyond being able to speak at the moment, although she was making a plethora of very satisfying sounds. “I see you two have kept busy!” he laughed, pushing some of our webbing aside to make a hole from himself. “Do you think you can get Angelina’s attention for me?” I looked at him, then to Angelina, and then back to him before shaking my head ‘no’. “Well I’m going to need some of her venom to complete this thing,” he continued. “Can you get me some?” After considering for a moment I nodded my head, before reaching up to kiss her passionately. As expected I received a mouthful of her venom, and once I had enough I looked to Jorge for further instruction. He only laughed harder. “That works I guess! Spit it in this one,” he said, holding out the murky colored liquid. I dutifully obliged, and was curious to see that the color changed immediately from murky to a very clear and slightly pinkish. He then immediately added his second vial to the first, filling it nearly to the top, and the concoction started to bubble and darken in color, until it was a vibrant opaque pink. He then proceeded to mix the pink stuff back and forth between the vials for a moment before dumping it all back into one and handing it to me. “Drink it,” he encouraged. I held the still-bubbling liquid up to my face. It smelled vaguely like paint thinner and the glass was fairly warm in my hand. The student in me was curious to know if this was really magic at all and not just weird chemistry… and what’s more several alarms were going off in the back of my head as a result. Wasn’t it dangerous to drink weird chemicals that you knew nothing about? Certainly if I were in a lab I would be escorted out the building for even considering what I was about to do. Did this guy even know what he was doing? Where were his medical certifications!? But he continued to watch me eagerly, and Angel seemed to trust him, so, still pounding her with stoic determination, I crushed all my misgivings, put the vial to my lips, and drank it all in one, long, gulp.