All it Takes is a Spark
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File Name: All it Takes is a Spark
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File Type: Story:Adult:F/???:Human x Galvantula
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Details: Omg... this story. It was going to be a completely different story then told me to go fuck myself. So... yeah.
"May Akan bless you this evening," Brielle said, voice solemn.
Her swift fingers traced swirls and spheres along my exposed breasts and belly, the path of which was marked by the white substance she left in its wake for all to see. Close by, dancers wove around the bonfire, masked faces covering their mortal forms and gifting the gods a way to speak through them as their shadows stretched and swayed. The beat of the drums made the air tremble, the ground shaking as the rest of the villagers stamped their feet, chanting words I'd spoken so many times in the past. This year, I played a larger part, however, and remained silent as I was supposed to; only allowing the familiar words to caress me without speaking them.
The path of Brielle's fingers went lower still, splitting the thick curls of my lower body with a line of white. She stopped just short of actually touching my woman self, abruptly moving to place a spiral on my left hip and then a half curl on my right. Brielle's apprentice worked along my back, a tickle I couldn't see, as the scent of burning wood and the fruity mix of paste they used made me sway with its potency.
"As he watches us, so do we watch him and his," Brielle continued, speaking loud enough to be heard by those nearest without shouting over the chanting and the drums. "As he lives in the forest, so do we. Protectors, children, and family under the Kapok trees."
The chanting rose with agreement to Brielle's words, more out of practice than actually hearing what she said.
Marking along my cheeks and forehead, Brielle waved off the child with the bowl of white and motioned for the one holding the thicker, red paste that painted the air with its sharper aroma.
Dipping her fingers in, Brielle coated them and I opened my mouth obediently. There was a sweetness mixed with the sting of spices, though the heat from the latter had me panting to alleviate the burn racing along my tongue. While I gasped, Brielle dipped her fingers once more in the mixture, this time slathering it onto and into my lower mouth.
The burn there was almost as painful but abated into an almost pleasant heat after a few moments.
"We send our daughter, Gianna, to Akan this night." Two more dollops, swirled around both of my nipples, making me clench my legs together as the burn from the two drops was answered by the heat from my nethers. "May fortune come to us all."
The last phrase was echoed by everyone before the chanting and drums went silent, the dancers collapsing in a bow to the ground as the last marking Brielle gave (a bright red but tiny dot in the middle of the largest swirl, just within my belly button) was placed upon my body.
"Go forth, daughter," she said, more to me than the crowd. Her brown eyes gleamed golden in the light of the fire. "The moon shall guide you this eve, the sun in the morn."
With only the slightest nod, I waited for a breath as Brielle and her assistant stepped aside with a deep bow. The others of the tribe parted the way for me, well wishes and good fortunes an eager whisper that never rose above the crackling of the fire.
Once I slipped from the village into the forest, the drums began their song again. Giddy shouts and chants followed me along the narrow path until they were but a trick of the wind. Clothed only in a pair of cloth foot coverings, the ferns nearest the path tickled my skin with their pointed touches, as if to follow the markings Brielle and her charge had given me.
Only moonlight lit the path, moss covered stones and roots halfway to my knees a cumbersome but not an impossible obstacle. Draping mosses brushed my shoulders, the sensation enough to make the painted red areas of my body suddenly burn. The night air was warm, muggy from the residual heat of the day. I could feel moisture building under my breasts and between my thighs, hoping only that the markings painted along my body wouldn't smear from such things.
The longer I walked, the harder it became to ignore the rising burn the red paste was leaving in its wake. Squeezing my nipples, trying not to rub off the marks, helped only briefly before my pussy began crying from similar need.
Taking my hands off myself, I tried to move quickly through the darkened forest, ignoring the slickness of my juices trickling between my legs and the emptiness of my mouth. I stumbled at least twice, the teasing touches of the palms' leaves enough now that I was shaking. Before I could stumble a third time, the path abruptly widened...
And there it was; the temple.
In the moonlight, the stones of its ancient walls were a muted white, darkened in places by moss. Stacked by hand many, many generations ago by the wisdom of our tribal leaders, its many layers reached taller than any of the trees of the forest. Their labor marked the entrance into Akan's home and the near end of my journey.
Taking another step, the taller ferns making way for shorter grasses and trees not so firmly planted together, I found myself suddenly unable to leave the forest. Tugging back, a light current raced through me, causing me to gasp and rock. Throwing my head back as a second one pulsed from my breasts to my belly, I could just make out the silent form of Akan.
Moonlight, while obscured by some of the larger branches, still touched upon him and made him visible to me. Watching me with all six eyes, he kept his weight suspended by his four largest legs; the remaining smaller two tucked against his chest. A thin arch of electricity raced along the fur of his back before splitting along his larger legs. Briefly lighting up his web, I spasmed in the confines of it as the sensation struck something deep within me, leaving me breathless and slightly dazed.
[Yes,] I thought I heard him say. [You'll do.]
Smaller arms extending, I watched as his arms reached for webbing I couldn't see. I felt the effects, however, as my body moved upward, closer to him. With a twist of thread, he had my body turned towards him. A thick spray of webbing connected from one tree to another with a well timed flick of his lower abdomen. Then, a small yank and release of a strand in his smaller arms and I was suddenly resting on the thicker webbing, softer than any rope hammock I'd been in before.
Akan moved slowly along his web, eyes half lidded as he stopped just above me.
"Akan." There were words to be said, ones I barely could remember against the persistent burn of heat between my thighs. "I come to seek your blessing and protection for me and mine."
This close, I could see the exact moment when his cock slipped wetly from its confines. It appeared nothing like the boys' members of my village when we'd gone swimming in the nearby river. Rather than long and straight, it was longer with three notable bulges that were almost spherical, with a curve just past the second bulbous shape.
[Do you?] His voice whispered, his shaft twitching in the air, a sheen of moisture coating it. [What give you?]
There was something in the air. Not quite a scent but a sensation that left me heady and squirming against the light pressure of the strings I could feel tying my arms and legs down to the web hammock he'd made.
"I..." I swallowed, my mouth salivating to the point I couldn't talk. "I give... myself. To you, and yours."
Stepping downward, the weight of his body along the new portion of webbing made my legs spread apart, exposing my wet pussy to the air around us. While I knew it to be warm, my flushed skin telling me so, the exposure was still a cool kiss.
[So ready,] he murmured, one of his smaller arms reaching to brush its soft fur against my side. [It seems your kind grows more so each year.] If anything, Akan sounded pleased by this.
Struggling again in his webbing, arching towards him, I felt the slickness of his cock brushing against my belly.
"Please, Akan, honor my tribe's request," I gasped out, trying to press my legs back together to get some relief but unable to do anything against his webs other than squirm.
[Perhaps, little treat.] His answer was as soft as his fur, a trace of amusement I didn't understand hiding just beneath them. [You do make me hungry, watching you pull against my webs.]
He leaned into me, pressing the heat of his cock against my stomach, making both of us gasp.
He pulled away all too soon, wet drops dripping along my skin as he repositioned himself so that his cock was in front of my mouth.
[Do I make you hungry, human?] His whisper hooked into and pulled at the red dot just at my navel.
The tip of his cock, less spherical than a human's and more like a flattened, upside down rain drop, stroked the bottom of my parted lips. The liquid left behind was thicker than water, with a sticky texture not unlike that of a Pecha berry but with less sweetness to it, as I found out from tracing it with my tongue.
Akan gave a hiss and pressed his cock more insistently forward. Opening my mouth, he shoved himself further in, just past the first sphere of his cock. The thickness of his secretions made it hard to swallow so I merely focused on breathing, allowing my saliva and his wetness to escape out the corners of my mouth in a glutinous mess.
His thrusts were shallow, a weak rocking that gave way to more as soon as I began to trace my tongue along the smooth underside of his cock. I had to angle my head so he wouldn't choke me, his pace becoming more frantic as his smaller arms clutched around either side of my face.
Abruptly, he pulled away with a whistling hiss, taking a step back along his web.
[Yes, human.] His words sounded ragged, his shorter arm touching his dripping cock. [I think I do make you hungry.]
Attempting to spread my legs further, I gave a desperate shudder when the fur of his shorter arms brushed against the tips of my nipples.
[Such funny things,] he said to himself, a sudden jolt to both of them making me jump. [Mammals.]
The spark faded as quickly as it'd come, startling but not overly harmful. Another one to the right underside of my breast had me crying out, thrashing with more than pain.
[You agree, don't you?] The tip of his cock lined up with the markings Brielle had painted along my lower thatch of curls, wetly rubbing against my entrance without making its way inside. Nodding my head, hoping to appease him, another pop of current came from the left side of my breast, along the outside. My mouth was opened in a wordless cry as my pussy clenched furiously at nothing.
"P-please, Akan." My body was quivering, either from the after effect of his electricity or my own need or even a mix of both. "Please, honor my tribe's request."
[Should I?] he asked, his tip kissing my entrance.
"Please." I shook against his bonds but didn't budge any further than he allowed.
Without warning, he closed the distance between us. Shoving his cock within me, each sphere stretched me a little wider as he pushed his way inside. The last sphere was simply too large to enter, though he tried.
A ripple of electricity raced along the web, forcing my body to spasm and clench around his as he gave a pleased shudder.
[Willing little treats,] he whispered, his mandibles unfolding from under his fur. He let his fangs trace against the skin of my neck, scratching but not piercing. [Precious little treats.]
Another jolt made me arch, piercing myself against his fangs while spearing myself further onto his cock than I'd thought I was capable of, taking all of his third sphere. A tight pressure pushed against my insides as he reached my depths, having nowhere further to go.
His two smaller arms wrapped around my shoulders, his next set of larger legs wrapped tightly around my lower back while the other two gripped just below my ass. No longer thrusting, he clutched my body to his, suckling gently on my neck while his abdomen pressed tightly against me. The warmth of his fur was almost insufferable, combined with the heat of my body, but a sudden motion of his cock distracted me from that.
Independently from the rest of his body, his cock began to extend, swelling and spreading within me before retracting back slightly and shoving forward, writhing within me like a sluggish Ekans. The largest sphere expanded, barely keeping within me, pushing forward and shrinking before the second sphere did the same. The last sphere mimed the first two, secreting more of the thick liquid from Akan along with something else that pushed against the skin of my stomach.
"Please," I rasped, finding my mouth dry as drool escaped down my lips.
[Is that all you can say now?] His cock collapsed slightly before another wave of liquid and a second deposit was made within my womb. [Please?]
A third wave pushed within me, my hips trying to grind against him as he kept me still. A fourth and a fifth somehow found room as he kept pumping me full. Each swell of his cock pressed a spot within me that had me gasping and begging as his electricity had at the start.
[How many can you take?] he wondered, giving a final lick against my neck. [Do you want more?]
"Puh-please." While my stomach was beginning to bulge, the skin stretching, the sensations felt too good to have him stop now.
A sixth and seventh made me cry out, my insides spasming as pleasure dripped down my thighs and somewhere onto the forest floor. Tears were gathering at the corners of my eyes, my hips still trying to thrust upward as the eighth struggled to find room.
[Ah... that's the face you humans make when I'm doing well.] One of his smaller arms moved from my shoulder to press against my aching belly. [Two more. Then, I may honor your tribe.]
Stroking my belly, following the pattern Brielle had drawn, he wiggled his abdomen and I felt another of his eggs push within me, making a hot jolt race along my spine and settle into a tight ball within my inflated stomach. Desperately wiggling my fingers and toes, trying to move more, the buzz building up within me sparked as the tenth egg released. Erupting in a euphoric wave, the energy washed over me, leaving me limp in its wake.
The bindings that had restricted me so before now supported me as Akan pulled away his legs, settling them back on his stickier webbing. The air that had felt so warm earlier held a slight chill to it, especially with Akan no longer covering me.
Half aware, I watched as Akan reached one of his smaller legs upwards to a large dewdrop shape of web I hadn't noticed before. Stroking the sides of it, his fur came back with a pearlescent sheen that was similar yet a more gray color to that which was dripping along his slowly shrinking cock.
[I have to be careful,] he said, casting a glance my way before continuing to dampen his fur from the sides of the sack. [To keep my eggs and seed separate.] Giving a raspy chuckle, the sound coming from deeper within his throat, he moved back towards me; a press of the web making my legs spread boldly for him. [Otherwise, what point have I of honoring a pact with your tribe?]
I hadn't the energy to moan as he pressed one of his sperm coated arms into my already stretched out pussy. He did something, swirling it or twisting it, that had me whimpering as a weaker build of heat started growing.
Wet glops of his secretions slurped out from me as he retracted his first arm, leaving me empty and desperate. His second arm filled me promptly and another crackle of something too electric to be bliss shot through me as he did the same swirl/twist motion, causing me to squirt shamelessly, like an untrained canine, along his fur.
Rather than upset, he gave a chittering laugh.
[You humans... you make this exchange most enjoyable.] There was still a trace of laughter in his voice. [So much alike but so different from each other...]
"Ah-kan," I got out, swallowing the dryness from my mouth and trying to keep fatigue from lulling me to sleep before I could speak. "Please... honor the request of... my tribe."
[So it shall be.] The words were a hum along the web as he pressed the tip his shorter arm within me, one last time. [So it is decreed. Sealed by word and sealed by deed.]
Brielle gave a wide smile when I emerged from the forest, belly swollen to where I could only waddle instead of walk. Only Akan's plug kept his children within my womb, where they would stay until their shells formed and they could be laid in time for the next year's ceremony.
"We shall have a blessed year, indeed," she said with a nod, glancing out past me and into the forest beyond. "Akan's generosity knows no bounds."