“Good girl!”


Those words whipped around her ears, gliding down and across her eardrum, rumbled in her brain, zipped down her nerves.


“You’re being such a good girl for me!”


Again, fissures of pleasure beat against her two fold, one from the words and another from the thrusts. They were delicately controlled, never too fast to overwhelm nor too slow to bore, a goldilock’s tempo. Her collar rattled as kinetic energy transferred through her wide frame. He had put it on her, “Daddy’s Girl” it said. And she was.


Her Daddy cored her out at a speed that could go for an hour if he wanted, not one to rush their love making. And she wasn’t in any hurry either, just content to sit and feel cresting waves of wonderful euphoria hit upon her timed with the long, methodical strokes. Daddy always took her deep, as deep as he could go.


“Your ass is smooth as butter, Sammy. I love how it feels kissing my cock every time.” The words caused her to gasp as her hips, her arms, her back, her being involuntarily flexed. As it was with every time Daddy complimented her.


“Shhh, shhh, shhh. Don’t get too excited now, we have all night together.” Daddy said while petting her back, soothing her while stringing her along the path to climax. She couldn’t help it, that touch was cocaine. Primal parts of her that she’d kill to keep hidden, vulnerability like she’d never let anyone else see, it erupted from her with every touch and sound. She suppressed a whine as Daddy thrust back into her. He didn’t pull back this time. Kilos slowly pressed down on her powerful limbs, a weight she’d be able carry without issue, yet she let herself yield to it. Hide pressed onto her back, slick with sweat, hot with desire, and full of love. His arms pushed her elbows forward, the slim hands rubbing up and down the appendages as Sammy laid flush with the bed. Woven silk met her stomach and eventually pressed against the cage that locked away her masculinity. She throbbed in response to the pressure from within her ass and without her dick.


Daddy laid upon her, stroking up and down her forearms. Her head was buried into the sheets, cheeks burning, ass full, unable to speak lest she whine. She didn’t want to whine, that was too much. Being called a girl, sure. Wearing a collar, yep. Calling Daddy Daddy, no problem. Getting her cock locked in a cage, bring it on. Whining in response to the pleasure all that brought her, never! She couldn’t explain that boundary to Daddy but he accepted it. During their love making, she was mute.


“You feel so nice to pet, Sammy. Your chitin feels so slick, so smooth.” Her ass clenched against the tower that was wedged up there in response. Her breaths were loud as her lungs fought to pull in air. The added weight at her back was a comfort, a completely different feel than the armor that she wore for battle. The protection she wore at almost any other time, place, or situation. Except when she was alone, alone with Daddy. Daddy is smaller than her, physically weaker than her, and a lower rank than her. By all accounts, she should be the one on top here. Not submitting to someone who would never best her in single combat. But that was just the thing. Here she could be weak. Here, she didn’t have to be strong. Here, she could be “Daddy’s Girl”.


Soft lips brushed against the scars on her back, trailing down the wounds from battles past that had cemented her as the strongest, the bravest, the best. But before those soft, simple, smooth kisses, she was weak. Muscled arms folded in front of her as she buried her head deep in them, unable to respond to the ministrations.


"These scars look more beautiful every time you let me see them. My strong, amazing, wonderful girl." Daddy accented each adjective with a small thrust, penetrating her twice. Once in the rear and once through the ears. He ground his hips up and down pulling against her walls, sieging her inner sanctum. Taking everything she had. She was more than willing to give Daddy everything.


She tried to fight against the pleasure and pressure that beat against her core but that was a foe she couldn't rend with a blade. In the battle of bedrooms, she was sorely outclassed by her lover. She flexed her legs, bending her knees to splay her feet and toes in the air.


"My sweet, lovely girl."


Daddy pulled out, all the way till his tip was the only thing remaining. The emptiness within her boiled, she felt so devoid of that sickly sweet pleasure. She wanted to whine, maybe even beg, but she didn't.


"Your rim is squeezing me like the force of one thousand viper jaws. I love it so much. Perhaps I’ll just stay here for the rest of the night.”


She grit her teeth, she wouldn’t beg, she wouldn’t break. Daddy knew exactly what to do to incite blazes in her blood, but her will was stronger than iron. The mental anguish of wanting to be filled by that wonderful weapon and yielding even more to Daddy was incited by her other half. A marble of her personality, a solid diamond core that couldn’t be affected by anything. The warrior knight Samaranta laid locked away but not forever. She gripped the sheets of silk that lined her large bed, silently begging for the man to plunge back into her and extinguish the heat that cooked her from the inside.


“What do you think, baby? Want me to remain right here for the rest of the night?” His rod sawed just millimeters, not enough to stoke her fires more than a few fan waves. But enough to keep her just stimulated enough, just pleasured enough, to remain hooked on his cock. It was pointless, she already gave Daddy everything, this just was reaffirming his position as her superior for the night. She shook her head multiple times left and right, breath held in her chest.


“So you want me to rut you like the good girl you are?” His words were again like honey and she ate them up. Her body reacted, violent, acute shakes that bared her truth bare. That was exactly what she wanted. It’s what Daddy wanted too, she knew.


She nodded emphatically, again keeping her mouth shut. Her claws dug into her arms. The natural weapons which would rend a foe in two before they had a chance to disrobe her, now betraying their owner as they almost pierced her flesh.


“What’s that? I couldn’t hear you, my lovely lady.” Daddy said as he kissed her back once more. Her shoulders raised along with her hackles. She didn’t say anything, he didn’t want to. As many pieces of Samaranta that were surrendered to Sammy when they were with Daddy, his voice wasn’t one of them. “No? Don’t want to tell me?” She clenched her eyes shut, barred her fangs, gripped her rim down on the sole inch that remained buried in her hole.


"Oh, right! I'm sorry, Sammy. I forgot."


She turned her head, with one eye she glowered at her lover.  He was small, thin, wiry. Eight eyes were reflecting light back at her. Setae short and black. Many limbs grew from his thorax, each one gripping some part of her body: hips, thighs, legs, anywhere. He looked apologetic at the very least, probably getting lost in the moment like she was.


"Will you forgive me, baby girl?" Daddy asked. She shifted her hips back a little just enough to feel him slip in another couple centimeters. Again the urge to moan bubbled up her throat but she prevailed. "Ahh, you want that rutting, that right?" She nodded at him. Her thick legs snaked around his thin body. The size difference was more than obvious. Her thigh alone was thicker than two of his limbs put together. She could have taken what she wanted by force, but that wasn't what this was about.


Daddy looked at the legs that gripped him and smiled. Twin, thin hypodermic fangs shone in the soft lantern glow. "Don't have to tell me thrice." Daddy pulled on her hips, dragging them into the air as her torso remained on the bed. The position was more humiliating than any other one she's been in that night. The fear that somebug may intrude on her bedroom and find her taking it up the ass from a Weaver was a real and terrible possibility. With her head down, ass up, there was no chance of convincing anyone she wasn't giving her entire body up. Especially so if they saw the collar and cage.


Her locked up cock wiggled in the wind as Daddy reached around to fondle it. The bare spindles were torture against the agitated flesh. She stifled another cry, letting the way her member flexed and strained against the webs that proved to be stronger than metal speak for her. Her arousal evident in the mess it was leaking constantly. "I'm sorry, Sammy. You've been such a good little girl for me so I'll let you cum tonight." Vibrations wracked her being. Tectonic plates of her endoskeleton rumbled in response. She thrust into the hand that rolled her full orbs, trying to eke out everything she could. "Yeah, I can tell you like that idea." A finger spun around her caged head, the feeling was like fire. She sighed, panted, squirmed even. But didn't make any noise.


"But first.." she was unprepared for the spear that pierced her. The brusk thrust scraped against her walls. Her body and arms shuddered, as again and again her hole was attacked. Daddy was hard and fast, the position giving him the perfect angle to attack her weak spot. Her arms reached out bundle fistfuls of sheet a means to alieve the increasing pressure. Her warrior instincts told her to act and so she pressed back into her Daddy's hips as he jabbed into her loose hole. The effect urged Daddy to go faster, harder which only goaded her to push even deeper and further. His hips must have been a blur based on the way her p-spot seared with the most amazing agony. Drops of pre dribbled out her cage, making a mess she'd have to clean up lest someone learn of her debauchery. Her mind swam between bitter denial and effervescent euphoria. The world spun as she became love drunk, even the marble encasing Samaranta was rolled and roiled. But she remained mute.


Seconds speed by in a haze as the meaning of time was lost in the hedonism of the here and now. Daddy grunted and groaned. Her toned glutes and thigh muscles braved the brunt of his thrusting. The audible plows as she was taken for everything she had. Her cock ached, her ass ached. Her being was broken, just an empty vessel to be filled by others. By the words of Daddy.


"God, yes, baby girl. You feel fucking amazing! I just want you to fucking take it like the little slut you are! You take Daddy's cock like a whore for the King. You're my good little bitch. My fucking Weaver cock molding you in to the best hole in the entire army! And you're all for me. Just me! Mine! My Sammy!" At the peak of his tirade his limbs locked around her body. The lesser though substantial strength held in each one tied the two bodies together. Warm gushing erupted in her bowels, the new sensation triggering her muscles to clamp down to try and expel the invader. Of course, the deep, throaty groans from Daddy only showed that it served to milk every drop from his cock. The shots of cum marked her, inside and out, as his. Daddy's girl.


Daddy's orgasm subsided, but hers never peaked. The barrier physically preventing her dick from stimulation. The irritation as cold unbending steel silk cocooned her sensitive member. Still she rode the waves as they failed to crest, surging to higher levels. The desire to beg, demand, plead for Daddy rose in again. She was partially convinced that Samaranta would let her, he did not.


"Fuck yes, you feel so good loaded with my cum." Daddy began thrusting again, slowly tenderly. Churning the fluids around her ass as they spilled out her well used hole. "I love how you milk me. Begging for more. Addicted to my dick." She shook her head in the sheets. An addict she was. The words again infected her form and she coasted on the high it brought her. “You’ve more than earned your reward, Sammy.” He said as many hands fondled, grabbed, and gushed over her entire form. At last he fully pulled himself free, her ass clenching and making her hole an even sloppier mess as cum oozed from her.


“God, that’s always so fucking hot. To see you leaking with my seed. But! I promised my sweet lady a climax. Turn over.” That last command was whispered right in her ear, tingling her spine. She spun, the ceiling of the spacious hut coming into view after she had been buried in soft sheets for the past ten minutes. That, and Daddy. She looked down at him, head close to her dick that only surged and sought purchase against the binding. The view of her Daddy just admiring her trapped member spurned her on.


“Such a cute dick, suits a cute lady like you.” Half of his eyes flicked up to meet hers and half watched as another flex brought out a new drop of pre. She smiled. Daddy moved closer to the cage of his own making, fangs protruding out from the recesses within his maw.


“No sudden movements now, I wouldn’t want to mar such a wonderful instrument.” She nodded. The steel silk had some amazing properties: malleable, durable, strong. And only one thing could cut it. The fangs of a Weaver that spins it. She breathed as she watched and felt Daddy chew into the material. Serrated fangs made short work of the jail. No sooner than the whole construction unraveled was her own shaft proudly pulsing in the air. Samaranta stirred a bit from his marble, the strength of a warrior beat in her heart as her dick that could sire hundreds flagged high.


Fangless kisses vaulted up her member, many hands rubbed her stomach, thighs, and legs. Now free, she thrusted upwards. Sheer willpower was the only force keeping her from stroking herself off. Daddy was there however, and he promised her a happy ending. She let him worship her for a bit. A single finger swiped back and forth across her head.


“What a good girl… Rock hard for Daddy, dripping her tasty juices for me. Patiently waiting for her reward. Well, you won’t have to wait any longer.” A finger became two, then three. Another hand pumped her shaft, all the way up and all the way down. She hissed, closer than she wanted to be. She wanted to tell him to wait, Samaranta refused her. A third hand rolled her tender sack, thumbing one ball and then the other. The smooth skin was pricked by Daddy’s bare, hairy phalanges. She humped up into those hands, watching the entire time as Daddy lazily stroked her off, her fuse quickly burning away. The burning eruption in her loins speeding on. She hissed again and again. The world faded to gray, the only thing she felt was Daddy, attacking every nerve on her dick. There was an ache in her groin that came from being trapped for the last half hour. The pulsing blood vessels overflowing the chambers along her member. It hurt and she was close, she was close to soaring.


Samaranta’s will broke, just a sliver, not enough for Sammy to seize control, but enough for the faintest whisper to sing out.


“Daddy..” There was no way he heard it, but Sammy did and so did Samaranta. The two personalities clashed as Daddy lent her no quarter.


Eye after eye flicked up at her, eventually all eight were staring her down. Eight hands set upon her. Her back flexed upward, arching into the strokes that gave her that sweet sensation.


“Cum for me, baby girl.”


Every muscle seized at once, gripping her limbs like vices. Geysers of her cum launched through the air, painting her chest. White globs hit her stomach, her abs, even one hit her shoulder. Those strokes never stopped, just sped on as shot after shot rocketed out of her. And then she plummeted, every muscle gave out. Her mass plopped down on the mattress, hard. Her weight dented in the mattress a little before it came back to rest. She was panting, eyes unfocused, hands continued to stroke her cock as it deflated after such an extreme climax.


“Good girl.”


She shivered.


Heaving swathes of air were sucked into her lungs as she simmered in the afterglow. She could taste her smell in the air, the cool liquids on her chest felt extremely soothing. It gave her overstimulated mind something to focus on in the sea. She felt Daddy crawl up the bed. His body heat and smell mingled with her own as he leaned in. Bristling setae and lips kissed her cheek. A couple hands spread her spunk across her chest. Each lap coating her well toned chest with seed. That’d take forever to clean up.


She turned just enough to look Daddy in the eyes. He was close. Four of his eyes were closed, letting the remaining half focus on her. Daddy leaned in and kissed her forehead, and she leaned in to the touch. It was like a gentle rain following a raging storm and it swam down the side of her face. She closed her own eyes and let Daddy dote on her. She followed the touches as they reached her neck. Her collar clinking as he gave it a few deliberate smooches. With a snap the material loosened and they could feel it slide around her nape.


Sammy breathed as she felt Saramanta crack out of the shell, the last of his bindings. He inflated against her. Sammy let him grow and shrunk herself down into the small corner where she waited until the next time he and Eight-Long-Limbs had a night together. She smiled with the last of her control. Samaranta opened his eyes, leaving the smile set on his face.