After my rather unfortunate encounter with the Imp, sick and and battered by hours of walking without trial and without rest, I got caught in a severe storm, rain pouring down on my tired body. I found refuge in a nearby cave, facing the forest. I had no food, no water, and my belly was not happy about that. Sick, hungry and soaked, I lied on the hard rocks, shivering, until the sound of the rain brought me to sleep.
Usually, safety checks of a new place is second nature to me, but on that day exhaustion had taken over me. And as soon as I woke up, I realized it had been a dangerous oversight.
I was naked. A thick, elastic and surprisingly warm spiderweb was laid on top of my body. While it didn't trap me entirely, it limited my movements enough that it spiked my anxiety... Which only got worse as my eye caught something nimble moving in the darkness of the cave. I wanted to escape, but my body was stuck in place, paralyzed, affected by who knows what poison.
I thought my arrogant desire to explore the world had finally caught up with me and I was about to become food for some creature higher in the chain. When the monster revealed itself to be half spider, half woman, I also knew that my death would probably not be quick either, as they are usually known to keep their prisoners alive for a very long time.
The creature approached me, slowly. At first I thought it was going slow to enjoy my fear; but as she got closer, I started noticing, with confusion, that she was as scared of me as I was of her.
My confusion only increased when her quick, darting eyes and blushing face revealed her embarrassment. She never spoke, but she let out some concerned sounds. She slowly approached me, six long spider legs and two almost human ones, and noticing I was awake, she jumped back in surprise.
Then, confusion turned into shock, when she reached over carefully, and adjusted the web over me, like a mother adjusting the blanket to her sleeping child, just to quickly pull back and watch me from the darkness.
It was only at this point that I realized I wasn't actually paralyzed, nor was I trapped: the web, in fact, acted as a blanket. And not only that: it was one of the warmest and most comfortable blankets I had ever used in my life. I guess the shock had played tricks on my mind, and I believed I was already done for. I slowly pulled the web blanket back, and sat up.
Surprisingly late by my standards, I noticed that her human body had feminine and rather sensual features. I guess the stress had taken the better of my, well, research instincts.
As I relaxed, she did too. She approached me again, this time staying by my side and looking over me with a concerned look. Her breasts jiggled and her hips wiggled with each step, not to lure me in, but more as a side effect of her rather curious leg structure and movement. She dropped something next to me: it looked like some kind of desiccated meat, of dubious origin, probably something she manufactured from the critters that run through the cave. It didn't look appetizing, but my hunger bit hard enough that I took the chance: and, to my surprise, it was incredibly flavorful and pleasant. All the offerings she brought me I had chewed away a few minutes later.
The arachne watched me silently as I ate. When I smacked my lips in satisfaction, a smile appeared on her lips, revealing the way she actually saw me: not as a meal, but as tired guests that needed some hospitality. And hospitable she was indeed: I didn't know that was just the start of what she wanted to do to make me more comfortable.
She got much closer to me, kneeling to reach my eye level. I could see the pedipalps on the top of her head starting to move: I think she was smelling my human scent. She seemed to like it somehow, as her blush deepened on her face. Her eyes were rolling on my naked body, and her hip sway seemed to suggest a surprisingly human desire for intimacy.
I don't think I need to detail what happened later: let's just say that we enjoyed each other's intimate company for the time that followed.
A few hours later I left the cave, the sunlight hitting my face giving me new strength for the journey ahead. I had packed more dried meat that the arachne had generously offered me. I remember looking back in the cave: the arachne was there, in the penumbra. She stood there for a while. I heard a sigh, then she waved her hand: a sad farewell before disappearing in the darkness.
What a strange encounter: usually, lonely creatures seem to appreciate their independence. She, for once, seemed to crave someone else's presence, and she seemed eager to help me enjoy her presence; probably because I was the first in a very long time, at least judging from the passion she put in our time together.