Of Fiends and Misfortune Pt. 01

Adria had no patience for his self-doubt, clutching a fistful of his hair a bit harder than Jack would have preferred. "Fucking Hells, are we doing this or not?!" Adria moaned in frustration.

He took a final deep breath before burying his face between her legs. Gods, he didn't expect her to taste so damn good. The sounds of her cries were muted by her thighs, which were tightly clamped on either side of Jack's head. He lazily dragged his tongue along her slit, as she frantically ground her pelvis against his mouth. It wasn't long before his lips found her tender clit. He circled the nub with his tongue, causing Adria to stop and shudder.

He felt Adria's calves pin him by the shoulders as her hand forced his head into her pussy. "Harder, Jack," her urgency sent fire through him. He began rolling his tongue against her throbbing flesh, gently sucking and tasting her juices as they dripped down his chin. He moved one of his hands from her ass and teased her entrance with his fingers. Adria was whimpering now, mixing curses with indecipherable words while bucking against him. He gave her clit a brief reprieve as he slid two fingers inside her.

They both gasped. Although his fingers slipped in with ease, her cunt felt like a vice grip sucking on his hand. Jack became lost in the world around them, thinking only of how wonderful she would feel squirming on his cock instead of his hand.

"Fuck, keep using your mouth too, I'm right there." Adria begged.

Jack obliged, letting his tongue ungulate between her folds before once again finding her swollen clit. He began rhythmically stroking her upper wall as she had shown him earlier. She seized the back of his head and lurched her hips forward, grinding into his face. He focused, trying his best to follow the rhythm she was setting. He was thankful for the intense concentration required to maintain his pacing. Otherwise, he may have become overwhelmed with his own arousal. Particularly when Adria became uncharacteristically quiet, just before panting "don't stop, I'm going to cum."

Jack had seen women climax before. However, he quickly learned that watching and being part of were two entirely different experiences. A stage performance could not capture the way Adria's cunt twitched and pulsed against him as he nearly drowned between her thighs. And, while enthusiastic moans were part of any erotic actresses' repertoire, the sounds coming from the satisfied Tiefling could be felt. They were guttural, earth-shattering, and expanded beyond the scope of any known language. Hearing his own name interwoven with cries of "Yes!" in such a tone made him wonder how in the hells he managed to find anything else even remotely arousing before he met Adria.

And then, it was over. She relaxed around him. He pulled himself away from her cunt and gazed at Adria's body, sweaty and glistening in the light from the cooling coals. She shuddered as he grazed his hand along her upper thigh, unsure of what to do next, but certain of what he desperately needed. "Okay, okay..." she sighed. "I just need a moment to recover, and then I'll be right with you." She smirked, and lifted her head to meet his gaze.

Her smile fell. "Jack," Sharp terror in her voice as her widening eyes darted behind him.

He heard the dangerous rustling of leaves way too close behind him. He swiveled, lightening-quick reflexes muddled and slowed, almost as if he was fighting drunk. He not only let his foe gain the element of surprise, but he was unarmed and unarmored. By the time he came face to face with the giant spider, it already pinned him on his back.

The last thing Jack felt was the painful, well-placed bite into his neck. Spider venom has an extremely quick onset. A curse, as it instantly paralyzed Jack, leaving him unable to fight back. But a blessing as he could not feel all the cuts and contusions starting to form as the spider ploddingly drug him away from the camp site.

He could see Adria, her lithe body jumping off the log and springing towards their packs. She was going to kill it! Surely a single distracted, venom-drained spider would be an insultingly easy adversary for such a scout. She clawed through their things, and hastily put her clothes back on. Okay, I guess no one wants to fight in the nude, Jack reasoned to himself. It's not like there was a rush anyway, the spider wasn't much larger than Jack and was struggling to move such heavy prey.

Once dressed, she grabbed his crossbow. Yes! Yes! Shoot the fucker between the eyes! He cheered in his head. She paused, threw Jack a mournful look, and slung the weapon over her shoulder. She then retrieved his clothing and armor and stuffed it into her own pack, before moving on to his bag, pilfering the majority of his supplies. He realized Adria would not be saving him.

He wanted to look away, but the venom forced his eyes open. He watched as the selfish minx robbed him, before taking off through the forest on the opposite side of the clearing. Get the fuck back here! Jack screamed in his mind, hoping somehow, she would hear it. I should have left you to die, you conniving, scheming coward! A futile effort as he saw the campsite slowly drift further and further away with every clumsy step the spider took.

After countless collisions with pointed stones, rotten stumps, and jagged thickets, the spider finally managed to heave Jack's limp body back through the enwebbed forest. He saw his body lifting off the ground in spurts of silk, jolting him upwards as his body became entombed. Within a few hours, he would be dead.

Jack was no stranger to the Raven Queen of Death. It was always a risk in his line of work. But by the gods and their holiness, he did not want to go tonight. Not now. Now that he knew may stand a chance of breaking unintentional vow of celibacy. Obviously, he wanted to throttle Adria at the moment, but maybe other Tieflings, in that village not far from here, would find him as attractive as she did. But his chances of escape were slim. Even if the venom wore off before he was eaten, what possible chances did he have of rescuers coming to his aid in these desolate lands?