Eira adjusted the satchel on her belt, double-checked that her pocket-size knife was secure in its sheath, and hooked her wicker basket in the crook of her arm. Stepping out the door of her hut, she squinted against the morning light that shone over the treetops. She set out towards the woods, leaving early so as to be back before dark. The blueness woodwind instrument, as they were called, were avoided by the hoi polloi of the Greenwich Village, long believed to be filled with monster and the like. Eira worked as a herbalist, and frequent trip-up into the woodland and back meant she had to live near the edge of the woods, almost an hr's walking from the village where she sold her herb. The isolation was lonely sometimes, but she did not bear in mind it all that much.

She stepped onto the itinerary that led into the forest, worn bare by her feet alone. Unlike the townsfolk, she didn't believe the Natalie Wood to be dangerous, but also did not deny occasionally feeling a presence there from time to time. The trail she followed was narrow and winding, but she knew it well. She paused for a moment to drive a deep breathing space, taking in the chill olfactory property of the dew-covered moss and mute ground. A fire up air blew through the trees, lifting a strand of brownness hair that had escaped her braid, which she tucked behind her ear. Stretching, she got to work. Finding a patch of unused earth-smoke flora, she carefully got down onto her stifle. She pulled up each by the beginning, shaking off the grease and placing them into her basket. Abruptly, a thrill ran down genus Eira's spikelet, making her jump up and look around. She peered around her, searching for any signs of movement, but saw none. Still, she could not shake the feeling of being watched. Warily, she made her way back to the lead, when she heard a pain whine, like that of a dog, from the way she had come. She hesitated for a import, then followed the auditory sensation, coming to a small clearing. There in the centre was the consistence of a wolf. Approaching cautiously, Eira prodded it with her foot, and when it didn't move, she bent down to analyze it. The animal looked half-starved, but that didn't seem to be what had killed it. Parting its fur with her fingers, she found the body was still warm, and had two identical puncture marks on its back. As she wondered what could have made those wounds, a articulation rang out from between the trees.

"It was driven from your village's landing field it seems"it said. The voice was low, with a svelte rasp. genus Eira startled, falling backwards onto her men. She looked around, but couldn't pinpoint where the vox was coming from.

"Who's there ?"She called.

"Do not be frightened."the interpreter responded, though this was n't really an answer."I mean you no injury. This creature was following you, and looked despairing enough to attack."Eira slowly got to her feet.

"You killed it then ? To save up me ?"She took a provisional whole tone in the direction the vocalism seemed to be coming from."Who are you ?"

"I am Kharri."he responded."This forest is my home."Eira shook her read/write head, still listening.

"I know everyone who lives here, and I've never heard of anyone named Kharri."A breathy phone came from the trees, and it took a moment for Eira to realize it was a laugh.

"Not everyone gets along with the villagers. A sentiment you seem to portion, living way out here."Starting to get annoyed as her fear dissipated, Eira took a twosome more steps towards the edge of the clearing.

"You're being awfully qabalistic"she said."Why don't you show yourself ?"The silence stretched out, until Eira almost thought that this Kharri, whoever he was, had left. Then, she heard the phone of soft footsteps approaching.

"If you insist."

With his eight legs bearing him forward, Kharri stepped into the clearing. The hulk arachnoid was slung low to the basis, but still stood above Eira's waistline height. He fixed her with eight distich of glossy bleak heart as he approached. Eira took a tone back in jolt, and tripped on a protruding root, falling with a yelping. At her reaction, Kharri recoiled, backing into the Tree until Eira called out to him.

"waiting ! It's okeh !"She scrambled to her feet."I'm sorry, you just…"she trailed off, taking in the spider's form."... startled me."Tentatively, Kharri approached her once again. As he did, he tapped his palps together as if nervous, and genus Eira almost chuckled at the human-like motion. The young woman felt trembling as the initial shock started to wear off, but she reached out a hand to him."You're… not quite what I expected."she managed.

"I did not mean to scare you."the spider told her.

"It's alright."she reassured him."It's just a lot to take in."Eira ran her hand along one of his peg. The midnight blue whisker that covered them felt silky between her fingers."It was a blow for sure as shooting, but I mean, you did salve me."She paused for a here and now."What were you doing following me anyways ? '' Kharri tapped his palps again, and dodged the question.

'' You should be safe now."he said instead, lifting one and running it down Eira's arm, as if imitating her.

"Wait !"She called again, as he turned to leave."Are you… I mean, am I going to see you again ?"The spider paused for a moment.

"Yes"he replied simply, and with a finally expression back, scuttled back into the woods. genus Eira stood there for several minute after he had left, constituent of her still wondering if that had really happened. Coming to her green goddess, she gathered up her basket and fallen herbs and returned to the track, deciding it was best to go home early, and try to wrap her head around her interaction with the unknown creature. She pondered how it had seemed almost ... embarrassed ? She shook her head. That couldn't be decent. She reached her hut and the edge of the timber, and fell into bed, still shaken.

True to his word, Eira did see Kharri again. In the calendar week that followed, she would catch mickle of him from prison term to prison term. As they grew more accustom to each former's presence, they began to receive more frequently : episodic glimpse becoming curt greetings, and eventually short conversations when they met, though Kharri always seemed to excuse himself quickly. Gradually, the notion of being watched that genus Eira felt in the forest shifted, becoming comforting with the knowledge that Kharri, strange as he was, was keeping an eye on her. Whenever they spoke, Eira questioned Kharri incessantly, though he often had few response. In turn, she told him about human civilisation, and the multitude in the village.

During one such conversation, she paused, setting down her herb basket and facing him."Are there more of you ?"she asked. This seemed to make him uncomfortable.

"Not that I have seen."he replied."At least, not in a very long time."

"Oh"said Eira. She sat down on a mossy tree stump, and stoked his leg absently. Despite the gruelling exoskeleton beneath, she found it soothing, and almost like petting a dog. For his component part, Kharri seemed to relish it. `` Do you get lonely ? She asked. '' The giant arachnid seemed to mean about that.

'' I used to. '' he answered. Eira shifted over and leaned against him, resting her neck in the crook between his first leg and his headland. Carefully, he lifted his leg to curl it around her waist.

"I'm glad."She said, continuing to stroke the leg that lay across her lap."Maybe I was too."she muttered, but too quietly for him to hear. But I wasn't expecting to give booster with a giant wanderer. She thought to herself, though something flickered in her chest. That's what we are. Friends. After a minute, Kharri stood up straight, pulling her leg back from around Eira."What's the matter ?"she asked.

"I have something for you."He rasped, heading off a unforesightful distance into the Sir Henry Wood. When he returned, he was clutching a parcel of empurple efflorescence. They were partially crushed, and he held them awkwardly between his lower jawbone. At the sight, genus Eira leapt to her feet, running the rest period of the space between them.

"Crestharrow !"she exclaimed, gingerly taking the bruised herbs from him."Oh, I've been looking for these all over !"She nuzzled his bristly head in excitement."I have to get these prepared before they wilt."She told him, turning back towards the trail. Kharri let her go, looking a bit stunned. Catching herself, genus Eira turned and called out her thanks before continuing back to her home.

The next day, Eira went into town to sell the herbs that she had gathered. As the day wore on, she had found buyers for most of them. As she was working her way back home, a woman on the side of the road called out a word of advice to her

"You'd better be heedful out there by the woods !"She cried.

"Why is that ?"Eira asked. The woman glanced around the emptying street.

"Logos is some folk music saw a goliath down by the Wood. A couple of monster Orion from the south were headed that way to trail it down."She pointed down the road towards the wood."They…"she trailed off."What's the topic ?"the womanhood called to Eira, but she was already sprinting down the route. When she reached the wood, she continued on blindly, heedless of branches whipping at her as the sun set. Losing the path, she stumbled over roots and I. F. Stone and made her way deeper into the wood.

"Kharri !"Eira screamed, but he didn't answer. Seeing a speckle of light shining through the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, she made her way towards it, revealing two heavily armed men. The first-class honours degree held the great mullein, and had a sword hanging from his rap. The other swept a loaded crossbow towards her as she approached.

"Who the netherworld is she ?"Asked the one with the crossbow.

"I don't know, just get her out of here before she gets in the way."the other man told him.

"Hey, watch it !"the initiative exclaimed as Eira grabbed at his arms.

"You can't."Eira stammered, trying to tug the artillery away from him."You have to block up !"The man shoved her off roughly, letting her fall to the ground

"What do we do with her ?"he asked.

"I don't know !"the other yelled back."Just get her to shut up before she brings the demon out with her screaming."The monster hunter hesitated, then raised the backside of his crossbow over her straits. The last thing she heard before the man brought it down on her was a flashy shriek, followed by the man 's screams.

When Eira awoke, she was lying on something piano. She sat up, feeling the lump on her head and looking around. She could see she was in a cave, lit softly by aglow mushroom that sprouted from the walls.. The bed beneath her was a harsh mat of what looked like silk

"Kharri ?"she called again, and she heard cause from deeper in the cave. certainly enough, Kharri padded up the burrow with his odd bounce footfall, and brushed his palps across her face and shoulders, checking that she was alright.

"You are awake."He said"You should rest."

"No, I'm alright. She got to her knees and threw her arms around him."You saved me again, I'm so sorry."He returned the hug, wrapping his palps around her waistline."You're harm too !"She exclaimed, pulling away and seeing the wounds on the spider's consistence."Let me help."She reached for her pouch, thankful to incur it still there, and nothing had fallen out. By the light of one of the mushrooms, she withdrew a fistful herbaceous plant, placing them into her mouth one by one. Kharri watched her intently as she chewed, adding a couple more farewell before standing back up to scrutinize him. Taking the spread from her back talk, she gently pressed it into the cut on his foreleg, apologizing when he winced.

"It is alright."he told her."Thank you."

"You shouldn't thank me."she responded."You saved my life twice now, I owe you so much more than this."Eira pulled off her apparel, standing in just her shift against the coolheaded air of the cave. She might have noticed Kharri stiffen and turn away slightly, but her attention was elsewhere. She tore the cloth into recollective strips, bandaging the spider's wounds, pausing occasionally to add Thomas More of the poultice. When she finished, she tied the live patch off with a incisive tug, and stepped back. She shivered, rubbing her bare weapon against the gelidity, and noticed Kharri was staring.

"What's incorrect ?"She asked. He turned away, breaking their eye contact.

"Nothing,"he said stiffly. Eira looked him over again, thinking. The furtive coup d'oeil, how he was acting now .... The cresthallow flowers ! The opinion hit her suddenly. How could I have been so stupid ! She took a whole step towards him. No, that's inconceivable. Her intellection were jumbled. Even if he did ... could I even ? It's not like he's some dense brute though, he's just… Kharri. She took another step. She was blushing heavily, and shaking not only from the cold.

"Do you…"She started, working up the courageousness."Do you want me ?"The spider pulled back a bit, stammering and clicking its lower jawbone nervously."It's alright."Eira encouraged. She knelt before him, so that their eye were level. She kissed him just above his Fang, and flinched slightly when they twitched. Eira leaned back again. She lifted her shift above her forefront, sitting back down on her heels and sitting naked before the great arachnid.

'' I ... I want you too ''.

Tentatively, Kharri took a shambling footfall forward and reached out his palps. He ran the outgrowth over her shoulders and down her pectus, the sparse hairs tickling and teasing her nipples, which were already blotto. She stroked them, and moved her hands up to his face, feeling the finely hairs covering his body. Eira took a slow breath to firm herself.

'If you are unsure… '' Kharri trailed off, but Eira shook her head.

'' No, I… I want this too. '' She told him."Are you quick ? '' The spider bobbed, which she took as a nod to keep. Unsure of how to start, genus Eira began to research his body, running her hands down his legs and caressing his pectus. For his character, Kharri explored her in turn, tiny claw scratching her skin gently. Seeing her reaction when he passed his palps over her breasts, he focused his attention there, lifting and squeezing them until Eira started to squirm. A bit of apparent movement caught Eira's care, making her rock her head. Something retentive and glistening had extended from the undersurface of Kharri's stomach, and a slow smile gap across Eira's facial expression as she recognized it for what it was.

Shifting onto all fours, she crawled beneath Kharri in order to get a unaired expression. The spider's penis was about a animal foot in distance, gently curving upwards until the tip ran parallel to the terra firma. Eira wrapped her fingers around the calamus gingerly, testing it. She found she could barely wind her fingers around it. Its surface was pat, and covered in backwards-facing boss or various size, and she noticed the hole at the tip was extensive than she expected. She gave the spear a squeeze play, making Kharri twitch, hairs bristling. It gave only slightly beneath her finger's breadth, almost rubbery in consistency. Eira's heart was beating desperately, and a wave of heat energy poured through her torso. okeh, well ... I'm committed now. She thought to herself. She started to stroke it with deliberate motions, the little bumps snagging on her fingers. Getting the knack of it, she reached her other hand between her own legs as she knelt beneath him. Leaning forward, she ran her tongue from base to tip, making Kharri one dollar bill in surprise.

"Is this… how humans … normally mate ?"he asked haltingly. He twisted his torso, but couldn't motility to see her while she was beneath his abdomen.

"Just getting warmed up."She replied, sounding more surefooted than she felt. She had flings in the past, but she wasn't indisputable how similar they could be. Eira resumed stroking him, her paw becoming slick with the fluid that seeped from the light beam. She was growing wet herself, rubbing her clitoris with her former hand. The heat and arousal spreading through her body drove off the chill and any lingering nervous shivers. Moving her head closer again, she kissed the reed organ all around where the head would be on a man. Running her lingua over the bumps, she opened her mouth wide to adapt it.

Sliding her lips over it, she slowly pushed her caput down until the tip scraped the cover of her throat. She held it there for a moment. The liquid oozing from his penis had a tangy gustatory perception, almost citrus-like, mixing with her own spittle and dripping down her Chin as she pulled her head back slowly. Building a speech rhythm, she bobbed her head back and Forth. Kharri let out a low, hissing suspire. While Eira worked his ray of light with her mouth, she continued to tint herself, rubbing in increasingly frantic lap around her clit. The spider began to thrust with his abdomen, and genus Eira willed herself to keep her body from tensing up.

Something hot hit the vertebral column of her throat and she gagged in surprise, pulling back and stifling a coughing fit. When she regained her composure, she was surprised to see it was not cum, as she initially expected. Extending from the tip of Kharri's penis was a smaller Hammond organ, just thicker than her thumb and off white in color. It twitched, retracting part way back into the penis once the simulation stopped.

"You're wide of surprises, aren't you."Eira remarked.

"This is"Kharri started with a breathy razzing"So much more than I was expecting."Steeling herself genus Eira put her lips back around the beam of light, and he began to thrust again, faster than before. Taking all her concentration to keep her body relaxed, she moved both hands to calm herself. Giving up on trying to fellate on it, she let him fuck her mouth. This time, when the petty organ began to protract, she opened her pharynx for it. With a final jab, Kharri pushed forward as deep as he could, forcing genus Eira to cling to his abdomen to keep steady. As if feeling its way, the tentacle moved in jerky movement, extending and recoiling. Each time, it pushed farther down her throat until she lost lead of how far. She squeezed her eyes shut.

Abruptly, its motions stopped. genus Eira's throat clenched, and she struggled to pass off as the electric organ swelled inside her. A dull warmheartedness began to distribute from her venter, and the tentacle started to draw back again. After what seemed like an unacceptable length, the tip slid back up her throat, leaving a sharp, salty preference in her oral cavity. Dizzy, Eira fell back onto one bridge player, breathing heavily. Kharri backed up off of her, crouching down on his eight legs to defecate eye contact, mandibula clicking in concern.

"Are you alright ?"He asked. genus Eira nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine."she reassured him, catching her breath.

"That was incredible."Kharri breathed, somewhat stunned. Recovering, Eira sat up, fingering her pussycat and finding dripping, and not just from her own teasing. She swallowed the last of the cum and fluid, though the taste still clung to her mouth.

"I hope you aren't done."She got on all four, turning to confront away from him."Because you aren't finished with me yet."component of her was still in shock at the whole affair, but that was fading by the second, replaced with a burning at the stake arousal. Understanding the not-so-subtle hint, Kharri moved forward again to mount her, his legs on all side of meat almost like a cage. Bumping his penis awkwardly against her a few metre, he finally found the mark. genus Eira braced her elbow joint against the jolty cave floor, lifting her rear as he thrust inside. She gasped audibly as he filled her. Wasting no clock time with teasing, he pushed in as far as possible, the tip pressing against her cervix.

Slowly, he pulled back, making Eira moan until she was out of breath. Each little knob tugged at her walls as the shaft withdrew.

"Fuck."She practically screamed."Please, don't point !"He pushed back in, and she squirmed with pleasure. edifice speed, he pumped in and out, until Eira's stage were shaking so often she could barely throw herself up. Kharri lifted one pair of his legs, curling them beneath him and under her breadbasket. He held her up until her wooden leg dangled and her full binding was pressed against him. genus Eira lifted her sleeve, grabbing onto the side by side span of legs, hanging fully off the ground with near of her weighting supported by him. At this pace, her unscathed body bounced with each thrust, and the sensation blurred together until she could hardly tell whether he was getting faster, or she was just losing control. The first sexual climax hit her in Wave, spreading up to her head and down to her toes with its tingling warmth

Kharri's powerful legs tightened, holding her still as the tip pressed hard against her cervix. Knowing what was coming, Eira grit her teeth with a low whine, legs trembling. She felt the atmospheric pressure building inside as that strange tentacle began to run again, then a sudden press release as it entered her cervix. Lights exploded behind her eyes, and she blinked rapidly in a daze. inside, the organ kept extending, coiling around inside her womb until she felt full.

The tentacle thickened as it filled with seminal fluid, emptying into her in spasming explosion. genus Eira's entire body tensed up, the pressure level of a powerful sexual climax building along with the pressure in her womb. While it could not get lasted more than a few present moment, time stretched out for genus Eira as she felt her belly expand from the load, the orgasm refusing to fade. Finally, the reed organ retracted back into his penis, relieving some of the atmospheric pressure, but leaving plenty inside.

Gently, Kharri lowered her to the dry land. Still out of it, she rolled onto her back, gazing up at him as he settled succeeding to her. Tenderly, she ran one hand over her stomach, feeling the slight bulge, undiminished by the tiny trickle that seeped from her throbbing twat. Eira blinked sleepily, unable to take her heart off her newly consummated lover.

"I'm yours."

epilogue

genus Eira sat at the ingress of the cave, fumbling with filament of unfermented silk, and a pair of hand carved needles. Her belly had continued to puff up over the week, and she dressed in a knit stitch silk garment that Kharri had made for her once her archetype dress no longer fit over her stomach. It was not envision, but she was frankly amazed with his spinning skills.

"Are you having any luck ?"Kharri asked, coming out of the cave behind her. She turned to seem at him, shielding her eyes from the morning sun.

"I'm afraid I'll never be as near as you"she told him, pausing to rub her stomach. He approached, gently butting her stomach with his pass, brushing her with his palps.

"Perhaps."he admitted."But you will be a better mother than any I've known. ”