Sylvan had heard rumors of people disappearing into a nearby cave. Being an aspiring adventurer, this meant that he obviously had to go investigate and be rewarded handsomely by the village for his courage and bravery upon rescuing everyone! Pretty standard stuff. And so he marched in there, bow in hand…

And found the floor suddenly giving way not even a dozen steps inside. Thankfully the wood elf only fell a couple feet, probably only slightly bruising himself at worst. The chamber he’d fallen into appeared to be absolutely covered in spider webs, with some strands hanging from the ceiling with… something caught in them. Before the implications of this could register in his mind, a man with a spider’s body replacing his legs crawled into Sylvan’s line of sight, looming over him with a grin. “Oh, another visitor! Good, good, I had just had company, and was hoping I could have an… accompanying treat. Didn’t want to break into the stock if I didn’t have to.”

It struck Sylvan suddenly that not only was this man very erect, with an impressively sizeable cock where it would be on a regular man, but his balls seemed almost… oversized. Massively so. And were squirming. Sylvan felt his stomach seize with dread. “Um… why—what. What the fuck—“ After speaking up, the squirming seemed to turn to a desperate, panicked thrashing. The archer could swear he heard muffled shouting for a moment. This was quickly silenced as the sac throbbed and pulsated for a moment before everything slumping and going still.

The spider had shuddered heavily in response to the increased thrashing, screwing his eyes shut for a few seconds afterwards. “Mmm, I love it when they do that.” He opened his eyes half lidded with a grin. He reached up and plucked two of the hanging things, running his tongue over the silk. The material dissolved effortlessly, revealing them to be… people. They seemed to stir into wakefulness, as if from slumber. Panic registered on their faces before the spider cast a spell with a wave. Their faces fell blank, arms falling to their sides as their irises took on the same violet shade of the spider’s own.

Sylvan struggled against the sticky silk on the ground to no avail. The spider skittered over to him and used two of his legs to wrap up his arms and legs with spare silk. Making sure he was bound too securely to escape, he handed the would-be adventurer over to his thralls. They dutifully carried him behind the spider. Before Sylvan could wonder what they were doing, he felt himself being pushed into a tight, warm, fleshy chamber that squeezed around him. He could hear the spider groan loudly as his head and shoulders were surrounded by a ring of muscle. Did he just… get shoved into his ass? Or the spider equivalent?

Meanwhile, the drider had begun jerking off, already having been more than eager to use up the remnants of his previous encounter that was now weighing heavily in his balls. His minions continued to push the elf in further, until his body was brushed up against his prostate, that one elusive area so hard to access inside a drider—

His cock throbbed and pulsed before unleashing a veritable torrent of cum, painting the floor and walls white as he cried out in ecstasy. The drider sighed in relief at the release, having emptied his balls of the previous duo he’d encountered. And now he could feel that elf beginning to turn soft in his intestines. He ordered his subjects to clean up the blissful mess and busied himself replacing the “flooring” that his victim fell through. He could never be sure when another guest would arrive, after all…