NTR: Stealing wives in Another World

The descent into the Hollow Nest was silent, except for the soft clicks of spider legs brushing stone and the wet suck of humid air. Syza led them with an elegant, hypnotic sway to her hips, her body glistening with a faint sheen, half-silk and half-flesh. The spiderkin around them crawled along walls, upside-down on the ceilings, even slipping between cracks with unnatural grace. None dared speak, and not one of them met Allen's eyes.

Rinni clung to his side, her arms wrapped around his waist, her nose buried in the hem of his coat. "I don't like how quiet it is," she whispered. "It's like they're scared of something."

"They are," Fina muttered, stalking just ahead of them, her claws clicking against the obsidian floor. "And we haven't even seen it yet."

Allen walked with slow purpose, every step echoing with thick power. He liked this. The reverence. The fear. It meant they knew. Even if they didn't understand what was coming, they could feel it. Something old was shifting. Something buried wasn't going to stay buried much longer.

The passage widened.

They stepped into a vast chamber, hollowed like a womb from the stone, layered in massive webbing as thick as bark. Pale light trickled from fungus clumps above, giving the space an eerie glow. And in the center, suspended in a shimmering web cocoon larger than a house, was her.

The Webmother.

Her body stretched across the cocoon, half-curled in slumber. Skin the color of moonlight, cracked in places with glowing blue veins. Her lower half was monstrous—long, thick spider legs wrapped in black fur and armored segments, but her upper body was achingly beautiful. Full breasts, soft lips, cascading hair like flowing ink. Her abdomen slowly pulsed, like a living egg sac swollen with generations of venom and secrets.

"She's been asleep for centuries," Syza whispered, reverent. "Waiting for you to break her open."

Allen's cock twitched at that, a slow, heavy rise that had Rinni's breath catching and Fina shooting her a look. The catkin leaned in, brushing her lips along Allen's neck.

"You gonna fuck a goddess now?" she murmured, playful but dark. "Or are you gonna make her beg first?"

Allen grinned.

"Both."

But before he could take another step, something shifted. The cocoon twitched. Not subtly—violently. The web lines snapped taut like strings being plucked. A low, wet gurgle rippled through the cavern, followed by a shuddering breath.

She was awake.

The Webmother's eyes opened. Not two. Eight. Gleaming like sapphires dipped in blood, each one locked onto Allen with unnatural clarity. Her voice was a hiss—soft silk scraping against the inside of your skull.

"You carry the stink of sin. The rot of power. The pulse of the breaker."

Allen stepped forward, cock still half-hard, unbothered by her looming size. "You gonna fight it, or open wide like the rest?"

She laughed. It echoed through every wall, every bone, shaking dust from the ceiling.

"You'll drown in me, human. I'll milk you until your soul drips from your cock."

Allen smirked. "Promises, promises."

Before anyone could react, webs lashed out from the sides—hundreds of them—grabbing Allen by the wrists, the ankles, the waist, the throat. Not to harm him. To present him. The nest itself seemed to ripple in pleasure as the threads carried him to the center of the cocoon.

Fina didn't move. Rinni whimpered but didn't stop them. They knew better. This was Allen's domain now.

The Webmother moved, her enormous body unfolding like a god stretching after slumber. She loomed over him, her front legs bracketing his suspended form. Her fingers traced his jaw.

"You came to me hard and uninvited. You'll leave hollow and owned."

Allen spat to the side. "If I leave."

She lowered herself—massive and fluid—and pressed her slick, glistening folds against his cock. She was wet already. Her pussy shimmered with natural slickness, the entrance pulsing as if tasting the air.

Allen growled. "Let's see if your womb is as eager as your mouth."

The moment his cock touched her entrance, the whole nest moaned. Not just the Webmother—all of it. The spiderkin collapsed to their knees, twitching, huffing, their own bodies reacting to the ritual. Syza fell flat, shaking as if climaxing from sheer proximity.

The Webmother hissed, but it turned into a breathy gasp as Allen slammed inside her.

She was hot. Burning. Not temperature—intensity. Her cunt clutched around him like it had been starving, folds tightening with spasming tremors. Her venom-laced moans echoed, her legs twitching around the cocoon.

Allen didn't give her mercy.

He rammed into her like she was a mortal bitch beneath him, not a divine matriarch. Every thrust made the silk pulse. Every slap of skin made the spiderkin whimper. Fina stood proudly at the edge, arms crossed, a smug smile on her face.

"Not so divine now, huh?"

Rinni giggled, her thighs pressed together. "He's gonna break her."

And he did.

The Webmother screamed as her orgasm hit—a goddess's orgasm. Her entire body convulsed, leaking slick down the cocoon, soaking the webbed floor. Her abdomen twitched violently as if it were trying to lay but couldn't.

Allen wasn't done.

He grabbed her face with one hand, forcing her eight eyes to stare into his. "You wanted the breaker? Then fucking take it."

And he came.

Hard.

It wasn't normal. It couldn't be. The moment he erupted inside her, a glow exploded from their joined flesh—an unholy light that surged through the webbing, the walls, even the bones outside the nest. The spiderkin all cried out, some orgasming on the spot, others collapsing from sheer psychic release.

The Webmother's abdomen bloated visibly, trembling as Allen's seed flooded her. Her legs gave out. Her body went limp.

But she smiled.

"It's begun," she whispered, dazed. "You've seeded the Weave. The Hollow Nest is yours."

Allen slid out of her twitching body, drenched, and stood tall.

Fina and Rinni rushed to him, both clinging to his sides.

Syza crawled forward on her hands and knees, eyes wild, lips parted.

"Master," she whispered. "What now?"

Allen looked past her to the far end of the chamber, where tunnels led deeper underground, their walls twitching with new life.

"I start digging."

The Hollow Nest trembled.

It wasn't an earthquake. It wasn't wind or sound or pressure. It was the kind of tremble that echoed down the spine and rooted in the womb. Every spiderkin in the network, from the smallest silkspinner to the armored widow-guards, felt it. Something ancient had climaxed, and the web itself remembered.

Allen stood at the heart of it all, soaked in divine fluids, his body steaming with leftover power. His cock hung heavy, twitching with the last, arrogant pulses of dominance. He didn't look like a man anymore.

He looked like a god the world should be scared of.

The Webmother's massive form was twitching in the silk above, her abdomen pulsing with the aftershocks of her womb being seeded—goddess reduced to twitching cumdump, her glow dimmed, but her lips smiling.

"You carry the weave now," she whispered. "It clings to your soul. You're one of us… and yet above us. The nest is yours."

Allen turned away from her, already bored.

He wanted more.

Syza was on her hands and knees, panting, drooling slightly, her fingers between her thighs. She hadn't touched herself. The web wouldn't let her. It denied her pleasure until Allen allowed it. She moaned through her teeth, barely able to look up.

"Master…" she whimpered. "Please. Let me cum."

He glanced down at her, his smirk slow and cruel.

"Not yet."

She whimpered, back arching, cunt trembling, but obeyed. Her thighs were soaked from sheer arousal. Her pussy winked, aching to be used. He made a note to use her later—but not until she broke.

Fina ran a hand down his chest, licking a glob of thick Webmother nectar off his shoulder. "You good, big guy?" she purred. "Or do you wanna go deeper?"

Allen didn't answer. He was already walking.

The deepest part of the Hollow Nest wasn't mapped. Even Syza had never dared go too far. They called it the Broodpit—where spiderkin that grew too fast, too wild, or too mutated were cast away. It was a prison. A birthing pit. A cage of cursed fertility.

And Allen was drawn to it.

The web opened for him. Literally. The silk writhed and peeled away like a parted curtain, revealing stairs that hadn't seen sunlight in centuries. The air was thick with musk and heat, and the faint chitter of monstrous things echoed from below.

Rinni clung to his arm. "Do we… really have to go down there?"

Allen looked at her. Kissed her temple.

"Trust me."

The Broodpit wasn't stairs. It was flesh. The deeper they went, the more the walls pulsed with life. Veins of glowing silk. Slick mucus dripping from unseen glands. The air was wet, clinging to the lungs and nostrils with the weight of birth.

They reached the chamber.

It was alive.

Egg sacs hung from every wall, glowing with life. But these weren't normal eggs—they were humanoid. Shaped like girls curled in the fetal position, all spiderkin, their forms twitching in stasis. Some had multiple arms. Others had chitin masks or thoraxes where spines should be.

Allen stepped into the pit, and the eggs responded.

Dozens began to pulse.

Syza's mouth dropped open. "That's not possible. They've been dormant for—"

Allen raised his hand. "They're mine now."

And the eggs began to hatch.

Wet splorch sounds echoed as the sacs split open, birthing full-grown spiderkin women onto the floor. Their bodies were slick, twitching, confused—but every single one turned toward Allen with instinctual reverence. Their eyes, some normal, some insectoid, dilated at the sight of his naked, dripping cock.

One crawled forward on four arms and two legs. Her eyes were sealed shut with silk.

"Father?" she whispered.

Allen said nothing.

He grabbed her by the jaw and kissed her hard, biting her lip until she moaned. The others began to crawl forward, dozens of them, soaking wet, hair matted to their bodies, their pussies already clenching from scent alone.

Fina blinked. "Holy shit."

Rinni squeaked. "Are… are we about to watch him breed an army?!"

Allen pulled the first brood-sister onto his lap and shoved inside her.

The scream she let out was unnatural—like a newborn crying out in orgasm. Her legs clamped around him, her claws dragging across his back. She came instantly, violently, her cunt spasming as it was filled for the first time.

Allen didn't stop.

One after another, they crawled forward. The second kissed the first as Allen pulled out and filled her. The third straddled his thigh, begging for a turn. The web responded, lifting bodies, moving them like puppets, turning the Broodpit into a divine orgy of corrupted rebirth.

Slickness ran like rivers down the walls.

The spiderkin came endlessly—some passed out, some clung to each other, shaking, begging to be used again. Allen didn't tire. Fina and Rinni took their turn, riding the girls' faces, making them taste his seed while begging to be bred in turn.

Syza couldn't hold back anymore. She came untouched, crying out as her body shook.

Allen grabbed her by the throat and pulled her in.

"Ready to serve?"

"Yes, Master," she gasped, grinding against his thigh.

"Then open wide."

He shoved his cock into her mouth, fucking her throat raw as she gagged and moaned, eyes rolling back in bliss.

The pit became a cathedral of filth. Worship through moans. Sacrament in cum. The walls dripped, the eggs pulsed with new life, and Allen stood at the center of it all—lord of the Hollow Nest.

The Broodmother above whispered into the silk.

"He is the Weaver now. The web bends to his lust."

When it was over—when the moans died down to whimpers and every brood-sister lay used, filled, and marked—Allen stood over them all. The glow of their bellies hinted at rapid gestation. Hours, maybe. Not months.

He turned toward the final tunnel.

A gate of bone. Closed. For now.

But something pulsed behind it.

Something ancient.

Fina licked her lips. "You going through?"

Allen nodded. "This nest isn't the only thing under this land."

He stepped forward.

And the gate began to open.