Atlach-Nacha Greentext

>Be a monster hunter, seeking out the leads for a dangerous spider in the frozen wastes
>It's damned cold, which means the local Ice Queen must be going through a dry spell with her husband, your peck half-frozen in the layers of furs covering your body
>The feeling of a miasma grows as you near a cave, frozen webs draping the mouth of it like silken curtains
>'You're building some kind of realm-bridge. Well, I've got some fire for you. Fuck you, spider.'
>Grunting, you're moving in the claustrophobic tunnels, a ghostly melody floating into your reddened ears. It sounds like a woman's voice, or possibly a young girl's, drawing you deeper into the bowels of the earth.
>Dropping your heavy cloak and furs, you attempt to limber up in your tunic and heavy boots
>'If I'm gonna die today, at least It'll be well dressed. Not like some wall-chicken stealing vagrant.'
>Finally, there's a dim light ahead. The webbed cavern tunnels giving way to a lavish and posh looking room, covered in throw pillows and silken curtains and blankets. Sitting in the center, as if the four spider limbs sprouting from her back are plucking an invisible instrument, is the Atlach-Nacha you were told about.
"You know, it's often common courtesy to knock at the door to a girl's boudoir. You may never know if she's proper."
>Curse under your breath, readying your short sword as she stands up to turn towards you, the loose robe around her shoulders dropping ever so slightly.
>The blood freezes like ice in your veins when she turns, completely naked from the front, your mind trying to process what you're seeing
"But then, you reek like a virgin anyway, so stealth was never an option."
>Her words fall on deaf ears, the alien aura pulsating from her making it seem like a colossal spider with a human face is sizing up a tasty morsel
>You can't even move, much less scream as she smirks at you, bringing one leg up, all the way to her head as she balances on her other foot's ball
"There's something much more interesting down here to focus on, virgin-hunter~"

>Her voyeuristic display snaps you back to reality as the spider-girl smirks at you, lowering her leg back to the floor
>Pink. It was a bright, lovely pink.
"Now, since you've come to your senses. What can I do for you... a hot bath, a drink of tea, or perhaps..."
>She opens her mouth, two long fangs glistening with a glaze of violet fluids, tracing along them with her tongue
"You're one of those filthy degenerates who wants me to bite them."
>'I'd rather you just lay there and let me stab my sword through you and be done with it.'
>Your words seem to stun her, albeit momentarily, then she erupts into a tittering laugh. A kind of condescending, flute-like fit of giggling from a girl a foot shorter than you, as if you'd just told her the sky was chartreuse.
"What makes you think you have any chance of beating me, hm? A filthy, virginal fly who stepped willingly into my parlor would find himself at a loss in two strokes of the sword."
>That does it, letting out an inarticulate yell you charge forward to impale her on your blade, only to find your progress halted by thick webbing
>It doesn't yield to your attempts to free yourself, and you end up losing article upon article of clothing until you're half-naked in your trousers in front of her in her vast 'boudoir' of a chamber
"My my, out of breath already? At this rate you'll never be able to slay me. Though, you did give it a good, earnest shot. For that, I'll give you some extra special treatment."
>The top pair of her scythe legs strike in unison, freeing you of your remaining clothing, while one from the bottom pair bats away your short sword like taking a toy from a child
"An impertinent little scamp like you needs to be taught some manners. For now, I think my feet will suffice, don't you?"
>Working quickly, she sews your arms into the fabrics of her silken, webbed blankets, your feet following suit. Thankfully, your cock's stayed flaccid, against that dark, hungry part of your brain
"For a virgin you're not that poor off downstairs, are you?"
>Make a snarky comment about flattery to her, only to receive a reprimanding stamp of a foot to your face
"Shh shh shh. No more talk. Just sit back, and relax."
>Maneuvering her legs, to allow you to see her slit, the Nacha's feet begin to gently stroke and play with your cock, like they were petting a small animal
>Try to think of something else, you remind yourself. Don't let her see that you're getting aroused.
"Oh? Are my feet not good enough? You're about to break my heart, young man. It's almost as if you don't want to feel the pleasures of my pussy."
>Her expression hardens as she starts to stroke the erection into you with the soft flesh of her underfoot
"But you'll have to pledge fealty before that, or my fangs."

>Minutes turn into an eternity, the Nacha trying a variety of techniques with her feet to try and edge you into an ejaculation
>Your erection at this point is more painful than the first ones you had in puberty, a flag pole ready to flop against your abdomen if she stopped her ministrations
>Thankfully, years of edging yourself through strict masturbatory training have you seemingly at the advantage
"Why fight it, boy? Once I set my sights on my prey, I never let them go."
>Your grin seems to ruin her mood as she removes her feet from your cock, walking around to your head, the tiny slit of her pussy right above you
"Perhaps I should try... a new method of attack~"
>Forcefully sitting on you, the spider girl starts to grind against the bridge of your nose, dousing you in the sweet smell of her feminine nectar and allowing you to feel the palpable heat of her arousal
>Thoughts begin to flood into your mind on how you want to plunge dick first into her, to fuck the smug out of her, to DESTROY her
>The idea of flooding her womb with your seed causing your cock to twitch and flex with pre-ejaculate
"Oh! No you don't~!"
>Webbing shoots out and cuts off your jettisoning of jack-seed, painfully blue balling you
"We can't have you come this far and shoot off without having any fun. Now can we?"
>Giggling, she starts to playfully dry hump your face, more and more ejaculations building up as you're unable to move
"Oho! So you do have a soft spot! Tell me, what were you thinking about, hmmm? Be honest and I'll give you a much-deserved reward."
>'I want you as my wife, and mistress. I can't... win. You're much too strong.'
>The Nacha dismounts, instead moving towards your pelvis, positioning herself right above your glans
"Good answer, but it'll take a bit more than that to win the day."
>Her pussy grips you in a heated vise as she begins to steadily ride you, laughing at your whimpering from the blue-balling. Two strokes in and you already came.
"You'll have to learn patience, but don't worry. I'll just have to FUCK it into you."
>...
>Hours pass, the Nacha having ridden you ragged, you've come at least three times into her by now after she released the webbing
"I'm tired of moving, come over here boy. Ravish me like you're thinking to. I won't stop you."
>Laying down, she spreads her legs and pulls them up to her head in gymnastic flexibility
>The sex that follows is bestial, rough, her upper body obscured by yours as you strike at her hips like an enemy to be killed
>Soon enough, her insides begin to convulse around you, a searing hot fire surging through your veins
>Her fangs deeply planted into your neck while you fill her to the brim with your seed, never pulling out while she starts to pet your head, pumping more and more venom into you.
"Kukuku... You did well, Darling~"