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God, Devils, Demons, Monsters and more walked the world with the mortals. Some like to sit back and watch the mortals go about whatever they might be doing, only ever so subtly messing with....errr influencing them. On the other hand, you have ones that are much more active, showing themselves to people in hopes of convincing, tricking or forcing them to worship them. A being without followers, worshipers or a cult could only cling to small scarps of power, straining to influence or cause even the smallest of phenomenons. Though power isn't the only thing or something that some being want at all. Some beings are happy with having just enough power to fuck with....or fuck the odd passer by, or wayward summoner.
Cre'pus-gita is one of those forgotten beings, nestled in a cavern system hidden under a small town in Italy. The trek to get to this small, unmarked town was a long and tiresome one, but if legends and rambling of madmen held true, Beki stood a lot to gain from meeting this deity. Upon arrival, she was not met with greeting by anyone, other than the abundance of spiders, flying bugs, and other pests that seem to have free reign of the town. The few towns people that where milling about paid the bugs no mind even as they would crawl on or land on them, they just went about their work quietly. They bugs also parted for Beki as she walked through the town to the inn. This was all weird, but normal, she knew that this and stranger happened when a deity was close or influencing an area.
Despite the clear signs of influence in the area, the townsfolk didn't know or wouldn't admit knowing anything. This just added to the work that she had to do, digging up new leads and bribing people with both money and sex, not that she minded the free sex. Even with all of this work, with all of the leads that she chased, the thylacine kept hitting dead ends. At least until her second or third night there, laying in her bed at the inn, she kept feeling something touching her foot paw, tugging at it, or as best a spider could do when it came to it.
She was used to the bug, watching them go about whatever they might be doing at the time, though this little black spider seemed to be acting with purpose, pestering her until she looked down at it. An odd little dance, motions of its many lags and wiggles of it's thorax, it was telling her something. It crawled down the blanket to the floor and started to the door, stopping to look back to her. It wanted her to follow it, so she did.
Winding halls, log, twisting and even collapsing back or in on themselves. Beki feared that the spider she was following may have had ill intent, drawing her deeper into the inn where things didn't make sense for her to starve and die, to be food for the pests of the area. Soon enough, her worries where put to rest when tucked in a corner in a room in a room in a room, there was a small hatch.
Opening it to a ladder, descending into the inky, almost living black she felt a rush of something. Not quite power, not quite need, but a defining hunger. For flesh, but not in a cannibalistic way, in a lustful way. Each rung of the ladder creaked under the teen's weight, welling up a new fear of it breaking and sending her to the bottom of this pit...who knows how deep that may be. Step....Step....Step. Finally the wood gave way to the cold, damp stone of the cave floor.
Chittering and scuttling seemed to echo all around her, from no where and everywhere. Beki shivered as she felt thousands of tiny spiders dancing over her fur, or at least that's what she thought, for all that she knew if could have been simply the dark playing with her, teasing and laughing at her as she absent mindedly brushed her paws over her body.
"Fertile play thing." A chittering voice echoed off of the cave walls as the feeling of spiders on her fur intensified, the spiders felt more real this time. "A toy to have my swarm and spread it." It chittered again.
In a flash of blinding, un-natural light and a jerking movement of something pulling her up, Beki's tail wagged with excitement. It took moments for her eyes to adjust to the odd, un-natural light that tinged everything in a pale, almost sickly grey, it took her even longer to realize that she was now in a large web, tied up nice and neat. The feeling of spiders on her fur was real, they where the ones that had bound her with silken webs.
"Young... Fresh.... Stinking of sin." The chittering speech filled her ears, teasing them and causing her to flick her ears. "Bound to a lust deamon." Into her view came the source, black as night, with red eyes; a spider two, maybe three times her size crawled right over her before turning around and standing over her uncovered, vulnerable body. "Giving into to lust for lust's sake, not after power, only lust."
"I don't need power... Just sex, and cum." Beki replied, "one day I will have power from lust, one day I will ascend to being an immortal succubus."
"But first, you must give into lust, fuck, breed, collect and gather samples, and blessings in the form of seed." Cre'pus-gita spoke, it's voice faltering only for a moment as Beki felt something prodding her lower lips. "Take my brood and spread them and you may yet receive my blessing, but nothing more till you scatter my kin."
Beki knew that the deity would be versed in how she and others of her skill set would draw power, she needed cum pumped right into her stomach to recharge her Sacral Chakra. She opened her muzzle to say something, to try and give a reason that he should fill her guts, not her womb, but all that came out was a load moan as the deity plunged it's ovipositioner into her, the tip kissing and then pushing past the blockade that was her cervix.
No teasing, no foreplay, only slamming in, and letting out a flood of thick, hot cum. The thylacine whined as she felt the first lump moving down the appendage and past the lips of her vagina and deeper in, followed by another and another and many more. Beki moaned out as she felt the first egg popping into her womb followed by more and more. She tried to count them, but quickly, the feeling of her cervix stretching around each one, the pressure of all the eggs filling her womb more than any load she had taken before. She managed to count a dozen eggs before all she could do was think about cumming, over and over. Her pants, moans, whines and whimpers all echoed off the walls.
"Just the start." Cre'pus-gita whispered.