Plundering the Damp Cavern

I’m often asked how the two of us met, Gherm and I, and most of the time I can’t truthfully answer. The situation in which I met my husband was an odd one, one that I refuse to share with all but my closest friends. For the sake of setting the scene, let me explain what brought me to meeting Gherm.

For the longest time I got by as a traveller, although I imagine “rogue” would be more appropriate. Looting the dead, looting the living, et cetera. I don’t look back on those days with much pride, but living off the grid let me meet some interesting characters. And that fateful spring day, I was in a party of odd characters, exploring a thick jungle that we thought was free of people.

“You check out the cavern, Vel,” said the warrior whose name I forget. He thought of himself as the “leader” of our caravan, and he commanded us like we were his personal army. He was such an ass, I’d kill for a chance to wring his neck.

He wagged his finger at a damp, swampy cave that was near-pitch black. “There could be, uh, something good in there.” I could tell he was scared of the dark, but he made the excuse that I had the best eyesight of the lot. In I went, not quite knowing what awaited me.

The cave dripped with mold, and reeked of death. As I walked inside I could feel droplets of some kind of fluid trickle onto my head, and into my hair. It was a pleasant day outside, but the crisp warmth of the forest made the cave dank and humid.

“Hello?” I called out, to no answer but the reverberation of the walls. I was proper scared at that point, but I forged on, each step causing the echo of a warm leather boot meeting the cold stone ground.

This continued until my foot spelt the end for a tiny spider. I could hear it being crushed in a single, horrible crunch, which echoed in my ears, sending shivers down my spine. Much more unnerving was the sound I heard just after, the sound of some unknown creature approaching behind me.

Not thinking, I sped forward, away from the monster. My legs bit off more than they could chew with that sudden burst of adrenaline, and after several steps they gave way, sending me to the ground.

My heart paced, but my legs no longer had the strength to carry me. I shrieked as a beastly figure loomed over me, its silhouette showing a humanoid torso on top of a monster’s body. After a few seconds of screaming, I had lost my voice and was reduced to wheezing in fear. I stopped as I realized: it hadn’t even tried to attack me.

What did this creature want? I decided there was only one way to know.

“What do you want?” I whimpered, still on the damp cave floor.

Surprisingly enough, a human voice came from the horrific silhouette. “Just wanted to see who was here.”

“W-what are you?” I stuttered bewilderedly.

The creature reached out its human hand. “I’m a drider.”

“My apologies, dear.” he said as I was helped to my feet.

By now, I was completely shook. “Are you gonna kill me?”

“No, no.” he laughed.

I couldn’t tell you why, but by now tears were streaming from my eyes. My world was shaken by whatever the living hell was next to me.

“Th-thank you,” I blubbered.

The drider patted my shoulder until I stopped crying. “You’ll be okay.”

“You don’t even know me!”

The drider sighed, probably due to his lack of social awareness. “Sorry, miss. My name’s Gherm.”

“Velouria.” I wrung the moldy water out of my hair. “Most call me Vel.”

“Alright,” Gherm said awkwardly.

Although I still couldn’t see his face in the dark, I took a good look at his silhouette, as light creeped through the entrance of the cave, which was behind the two of us.

Gherm had long, straight, gangly hair on his head and pointed ears that twitched by themselves. His torso was square, and slightly toned. Below the torso was a spider-like body, with a hair covered abdomen. Six massive spider legs stuck out of the mass, each of which was also very hairy.

Because of my cat-killing curiosity, I took a quick peek under his abdomen to see what was down there, and what I saw quite impressed me, although I’m getting ahead of myself.

“Thank you,” I sighed. “I’ll be going now.”

“Wait!” Gherm said as I walked away. “You could… stay for a while.”

“I’ve got someone waiting for me.”

“Come on!” Gherm begged. “We could talk for a bit, right?”

At this point I started to feel bad for Gherm. If he was so desperate to keep me here, then he must not have many visitors. I decided to do the polite thing and indulge him by staying for now. If only I had known what that would lead to...

“I can stay, I suppose.”

“Great!” Gherm cheered. I heard him crawl behind me, over to a wall where he grabbed a wooden stake. With some muttered incantation, the torch lit up the cave, which gave me a good look at the drider.

His skin was a purplish-obsidian color, his hair was a sleek shade of silver, and his face was thin and oddly attractive, considering his hermit lifestyle.

“So, uh, what do you think?” he asked.

“You look… good.” I answered, at a loss for words. I had seen stranger abominations in my travels, but none this polite.

“Heh, just you wait.” He stood with his back against a wall, and took a deep breath. Before I could ask what he was about to do, he leaned on his hind legs, exposing the underside of his abdomen, and, most notably, his erect cock.

I put my hand over my face to cover the blush that ensued. I could go on for pages describing the thing. It was massive and veiny, but too far for him to reach. Like his skin, it was purple at the base, but underneath the foreskin was a throbbing red head. His balls were just as huge, and the cave was warm enough for them to be hanging inches from the ground, the silver pubes dragging across the cave floor. As gross as it sounds when I describe it now, the second I saw it then, I wanted it inside me.

“...You like it?” Gherm asked as he showed off his cock.

I was already beginning to drool. “Yeah…”

“Thanks… Vel.” he replied, briefly forgetting my name. “Uh, dear?”

“Yes da- I mean Gherm?”

“As you can probably tell, I can’t reach my… jewels, and I haven’t had any visitors in a while, so it’d really make my day if you could… you know…” He made a stroking motion with his hand.

He didn’t have to tell me twice. As soon as he gave me permission I wrapped my hands around the dick, and squeezed as tight as I could in sheer infatuation.

Immediately, Gherm let loose a primal moan, one that only became louder as it echoed through the cave. “Hnnng, haven’t felt that in ages!”

Imagining how pent up he must be after so long, and how many gallons of drider sperm must be sloshing around in those massive balls of his, got me incredibly horny. I couldn’t take the temptation anymore.

I let go of Gherm’s cock, which had already grown even larger in my grasp, and kicked off my boots and pants. I was drooling just imagining him inside me.

Gherm seemed pleased to be appreciated so much. He slid down to the floor so he could thrust inside me, stretching his six legs in preparation for giving me a proper dicking.

I quite literally hopped onto Gherm’s exposed abdomen, which jiggled like a hairy waterbed. My taint was already dripping as I settled onto the drider’s massive cock, but right when my vagina touched the purple flap of skin, moans echoed all around us, both mine and his.

“Do you know how to do this?” Gherm asked after a second moan of pleasure, to which I responded with a dazed nod.

After coming down from the initial high, I tried to acquaint my vagina to the head it sat upon. I wiggled left and right until it barreled right into me, like a key in a lock. Then I knew we were ready to really have some fun.