r/Teratophiliacs

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Creepy bug legs. but also quite a few of them, among other appendages.

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Helthas was held in silk. Bound against his beloved old. Beledra, the elf he had shared a life with. The elf he had survived with. His wanted.

And perhaps now his intended. Yet he could not reach out towards her. He could not hug her. He could not move his arms. Helthas had been unable to kiss her in weeks. Despite being bound facing, their bellies had grown. Rounded out.

With the spawn of Altoline. The spider elf. The monster. The goddess.

The woman who had at long last brought the two elves together. The woman who had driven them to speak of feelings long denied. The woman who had allowed them their first kiss.

But inserted her own phallic tool between. Had them slobber across it. Only touch with extended tongues across ovipositorous form.

They had kissed after. Eager happy moments. Even as Helseth was split open. Even after he was broken upon that same ovipositor. Even as he was fucked full of more eggs than Beledra carried.

They were still captives. They were still bound. But in the silk they were happy. No longer afraid of each other. Speaking fully the words they once fled. It was a strange sort of honeymoon, and going into it, neither would have wished to spend it in bondage.

But now? They could imagine no other way. While they were able to kiss in the first weeks, each elf never felt the touch of the other's hand, nor the joining of their sexes. The closest they would get is when they would lick the monster clean.

To taste the fluid of the other, upon their mistress's form.

And even though they had been seeded well, even though their forms had been bloated with eggs, Altoline had returned to the bound perch. She had made use of them both.

She had forced her pedipalps down elven throats. And made the elves swallow her strange seed. She had taken her ovipositor, and driven it between the two lovers.

Dragging across craving sex. Caressed by the madness of desperate hearts.

Altoline returned each day to feed both. She fed Beledra shredded meat, scavenged fruit and grain and the venoms from her mouth. Helseth's diet was far more delicate.

His health was less important than the eggs even now growing in his gut. He was fed instead watery paste. The liquid flesh of others the spiders had caught. Those they had consumed.

He was fed a different set of venoms. He was fed milk. Directly from Altoline's chest. Nursing at the monster.

Helseth had refused the first few times. Craving liquid flesh over yet another demanded intimacy.

But he had given in. Better intimacy than starving. After the first few sessions he had grown to crave it. That warm fluid running down his throat. The sweet taste of it. The slight tang. As he nursed, he imagined that he drank instead from Beledra's chest.

Beledra was growing fuller. Her body acting as if she was pregnant true instead of inflicted. Her breasts swelling. And some mornings Helseth could smell the sweet milk.

Just out of reach of his lips. But Altoline denied him the milk of another. She kept him on this diet of milk and sludge.

And despite the lack of anything solid. Despite the lack of anything textured, Helseth endured. And perhaps, even grew. A little thicker. A little curvier.

Though that might have just been the growing eggs. He wondered if by the end, even his own chest would swell. If he would become the sister to his beloved.

Just as Altoline mockingly accused.

The ruins were a strange paradise. Until she was removed.

Altoline came in. She cut Beledra free. She left Helseth behind.

“Where are you taking her?”

“It's time.” Altoline replied.

And there was nothing Helseth could say to stop her. Nothing he could do to stop her.

His beloved, stolen away. Brought to a far chamber. Weeping his name as she left.

And Helseth lingered. Bound to the wall. He lingered for a day. And another. Another.

He heard no word of Beledra. Altoline did not visit.

Helseth's lips grew dry. His belly rumbled in growing hunger. In the need for the spider's milk. Even as his guts grew increasingly full.

The eggs far larger now. They had grown inside him. Feasted upon him perhaps? Drawing their life from his body.

That until recently was sustained. But now? What was left to give?

Helseth was left in the dark. Starving. Alone.

Helseth slept. He did not know for how long. Sometimes, he stirred. Not sure if dreaming. Imagining voices in the dark. Imagining the movement of arachnid limbs.

Wondering when it would end.

— In the end, Altoline returned. She reached out, caressing a hand across Helseth's chin. Stirring him to wakefulness.

“It is time.”

Helseth wished to ask of Beledra. Helseth wished to demand her release. Her return to him. Beyond even his own considerations.

He tried. But his voice rasped. His mouth and throat dry.

All he could do was open his lips and beg. For more milk. For moisture. For even a spider's slop.

Altoline raised a pitcher. And slowly poured it against Helseth's lips. Water. Boiled and cleaned.

Running between Helseth's lips. Running down his chin. Enough that he nearly choked on it. But gulped it down all the same. Ever eager.

Trying to make up for the days... or weeks of aching thirst.

“That should be enough.” It would never be enough.

But Helseth's lips were not dry. “For what?”

“Birth.”

Helseth shuddered. He and Beledra had spoken of this in whispers. They did not know how Altoline reproduced. But Beledra knew of parasitic wasps. The way they would inject eggs into still living prey.

The way the young would eat their way out.

Helseth sobbed. The first time he had allowed himself such expression of sorrow in days. “Beledra?”

“I am here.” Beledra spoke from the darkness. She had not gotten devoured by spiders. She had survived. She sounded even stronger than she had before.

Grown powerful in her absence. Perhaps even indulged. Helseth did not hear the silk in her movements. Had Altoline freed her?

Would Altoline free him? He could only hope. Or pray to the only goddess that mattered.

“Please.”

Altoline cut some of the silk. She spread Helseth's legs apart. She finally pulled free the silk that had bound his ass. That had kept those eggs inside him all this time.

“I will help guide him through this. You need to be ready to catch and house the eggs for the final hatching.”

“Yes mistress.” Beledra responded.

Helseth couldn't help but grin. Beledra was here. She was helping. She would be witness to the birth. To see him bear the children of another. It was nearly his dream. And in the strangeness, even this could make him happy.

Even when he felt the eggs inside of him shift. Even as he felt Altoline's strange hands across his belly. Applying gentle pressure. Starting to work the eggs outside of the man.

The eggs were already large. They had been difficult in the initial insertion. But inside of Helseth they had grown. He could not be sure the exact width. But they felt at least half again as wide. And the passage through him was slow.

A shifting. A slow grinding. As one by one they were pressed down. Gravity starting to pull on them. To finally overcome the friction of Helseth's constraints.

The first one nearly left. Reaching that final sphincter. Slowly stretching wider still.

“Apply the lubricant.” Altoline commanded.

Beledra, still unseen, did as she was told. Running the fluid across Helseth's ass. Between the cheeks. Pushing a single finger inside of Helseth.

The first sexual touch between them. And yet it felt odd. The finger cooler and sharper than it should have been.

Yet Helseth dismissed the wonder for now. He was being touched by Beledra. She had survived. And now he was giving birth. With her.

He could also imagine that the children were her own. That it had been Beledra instead of Altoline who had bred him. Who had filled him with eggs.

“Soon.” Whispered Beledra to her beloved.

Working her fingers. Stretching Helseth's ass a little wider. And wider still.

Until the egg began to drop. The first part of it pushing out. Seeking the air. Seeking the fall. Nearly pinching Beledra's fingers. Beledra tried to grasp at it. But it was too smooth. With too little give.

But then Altoline pressed once more on Helseth's abdomen. Pushing that chain of eggs further. Pushing the first out more. Stretching Helseth's sphincter wider still.

Breaking him once more. Until more than a third of the egg pushed out. Enough that Beledra could grasp at it. Enough that she could tug. Stretching Helseth wider.

The violence now at Beledra's hands. The stretching at her intent.

The egg pushed to its widest point. And beyond. Pressing down. Held in Beledra's palms.

“Good. Now bind it in silk, and set it aside.”

Beledra pulled the egg away. Working on it. Binding it. Using the silk she had at hand.

As Helseth found another lurch inside of him. Another shift inside of him. Gravity making its demands. The next egg dropping down through his rectum.

Getting caught only at the last moment.

“Another is there. Catch it.” Altoline instructed. Careful. Precise. Guiding. Like how one might teach a student. Or a child.

Beledra was ready for it. Reaching up and cradling this second egg as it crested. Waiting for each slow push of emergence. Waiting until enough had emerged.

And then tugging on it with her cool fingers. Wrenching it slowly free from Helseth with a long squelch. With a rush of lubricant. Beledra held one hand up, pushed partially inside, preventing the drop of the next egg as she processed the newly emerged.

There were other sounds in the dark. Slow excretions. Dripping. And finally a wrapping and binding as the newest egg was wrapped in silk. Bound in its protective egg sack for the final emergence.

And then Beledra removed her hand. Letting the egg after start to drop. It was easier this time. Helseth more used to it. All the more proficient at brooding. All the more broken.

Each movement of an egg lurching inside of him made him shake. Their movement made him whimper. Perhaps it was physical sensation, the stimulation against his prostate, or the glory of emptiness after being filled for so long.

But Helseth was proud. Proud of how well he did. How well he had served Altoline. How well he had served Beledra.

How he had carried the eggs assigned to him. Fucked into him. Filling him. And with this birth he was doing his duty, his motherly concern. That he and Beledra had settled down.

And now their family was born. Though not a family like Helseth had imagined. But long ago, Helseth learned not to trust his imagination.

That dreams were often crushed. Consumed. There was no pas that could be reached for. But you could find happiness where you were.

Bound in silk. Half-starved. Giving birth.

Not alone. He squirmed in his bonds. Shivering, in want, in lustful stupor, perhaps in the collapse of his body. The effort of all of this far too much. His muscles working to try and push those eggs out. Helseth cried out.

Cum drooling from his cock. An orgasm from the stimulation. Pleasure at being useful. Not the first. And not the last today.

In the darkness he couldn't see. In delirium he couldn't remember. How many eggs had Altoline fucked into him? It felt like a dozen. And how many eggs had Beledra extracted? It felt like at least two dozen more.

All of Helseth's life being reduced to this. Getting filled. Brooding. Getting emptied.

Nearly empty now. The final egg sliding out on its own. Needing no help. No aid. Shooting out of Helseth's broken guts, out of his birthing sleeve, and into Beledra's arms.

“You did so well.” Beledra praised him. She brushed a single sharp finger across his belly.

And then turned back to her duties. Wrapping up the last egg. Binding it in with the rest.

Through this birth as Beledra learned what to do, Altoline had been more reserved. Watching. Making only occasional comment. Her direct acts were no longer required.

The elves were already tamed. Already broken. Already willing.

“I have no present use for him.” Altoline finally said.

Words that had Helseth panicking. Afraid of death. Afraid of being devoured. Afraid of no longer being useful to his mistress. Afraid that he was too broken to serve as a sack.

“But I know you have some fondness for him. He is yours to do with as you please.”

“Thank you mistress.” Beledra spoke with reverence. Her voice changed.

And then Beledra moved closer. “Did you hear that my love?”

“I...” Helseth struggled to speak.

“You are mine now. And you will be mine forever.” And she moved in to kiss Helseth. Her beloved. With upper lip. And vicious chelicerae below.