The opening ceremony of the Spiders Guild was a simple one. There were no lavish decorations, no long, boring speeches. Just a black banner with a crimson spider emblem hanging above the grand entrance of the guild hall.
Nora took the lead, a black mask covering her face. Acting as the guild master, she gave a small speech, explained the guild's values and goals, and welcomed the new members.
Greska, as the new vice-leader, stood behind her, her half-giant form imposing and intimidating. Her presence alone was enough to silence any dissent.
As for Shae, the dark elf shadow assassin, she took the position of the head of the 'Special Operations' division. Her role was to train the elite members of the guild in the arts of stealth, infiltration, and... assassination.
And finally, the one who was missing.
The true master of the guild, the one who was currently invisible, was watching everything from the shadows.
Nana.
She stood beside her sister Nyx, her body completely erased from existence, her heart pounding with excitement.
This was her dream.
Her very own guild.
And she was determined to make it the best.
Her yellow eyes scanned the crowd, her mind already working, planning, strategizing. She was looking for potential, for talent, for the spark that would make someone a true hunter.
"She's quite the organizer, isn't she?" Nyx whispered, her voice a mere murmur in the void.
"She's been under a lot of stress lately," Nana replied, her gaze softening as she watched her mother. "I wanted to give her a break."
"Hehe... A break from what? From getting railed by her daughter's pet?" Nyx giggled, her white eyes sparkling with amusement.
"S-Sister!" Nana stammered, her cheeks flushing.
"What? It's the truth." Nyx shrugged, a mischievous grin on her face. "Your mother has a healthy appetite. There's no shame in that."
Nana didn't reply. She just watched her mother, a strange mix of emotions swirling in her chest. Pride, love, and a hint of jealousy.
She wanted to be the one to make her mother scream in pleasure.
She wanted to be the one to fill her with her seed.
She wanted to be the one to claim her completely.
'Well, I will have my turn,' she thought with a pout.
"Alright, that's enough of that," Nana said, her tone shifting back to a more serious one. "Let's focus on the guild for now."
So far, the Spider Guild has accepted a wide range of members.
There were swordswomen, archers, mages, healers, and even a few tamers. All of them were women, all of them were beautiful, and all of them were deadly.
But the most interesting group was the 'Special Recruits.'
They were men.
Five men, to be exact.
Each one was a specimen of male perfection. Tall, muscular, handsome, with a powerful aura that radiated confidence and strength.
They stood together at the edge of the crowd, their eyes fixed on the stage, their expressions unreadable.
They were the ones Nora had personally selected. The ones Anna had 'thoroughly interviewed.'
They were the ones who would serve the guild in a... special capacity.
Nana was one of the new recruits.
Not her as Raven Night, the mysterious guild master, but her as Nana Asakura, the academy student, the F-rank hunter.
She made sure to keep her identity a secret. Only Nora and Greska knew about her identity.
The recruitment was legal in the eyes of the law, and as an academy student, no one would think twice about an F-rank wanting to join a newly formed guild.
In fact, most students would join a guild, as that would help them with experience, gear, and money.
The hunter academy itself encouraged students to do so.
...
The ceremony wrapped up with polite applause and a few scattered cheers from the new guild members. Nora stepped down from the small stage, her black mask still firmly in place, her posture stiff with formality. She exchanged brief nods and short words of welcome, playing the role of the mysterious guild master with practiced ease.
"She looks tired," Nana murmured, her voice barely a breath.
"She looks horny," Nyx corrected with a soft laugh, her angelic white eyes glinting with amusement. "I can smell it from here. Your mother's been clenching her thighs the entire speech. Poor thing probably needs a thick cock between her legs to calm down."
"Sister!" Nana hissed, though the words sent a familiar heat rushing through her own body. Her pussy, snug in her panties, gave a sympathetic throb. She knew the feeling all too well.
"What? It's true," Nyx replied, her form shimmering slightly at Nana's side, an invisible presence only she could feel. "I'm just being honest. Mother's blood runs in both of us, remember? That burning need… that delicious hunger. It never really goes away. It only gets stronger the longer you deny it."
Nana bit her lip, her cheeks flushing pink beneath the veil. She couldn't deny the way her own pussy throbbed at the thought of Nora bent over her desk again, eight legs spread wide while Greska pounded her senseless. Or better yet—Nana herself mounting her mother, her own throbbing spidy futa cock stretching that tight, greedy arachne cunt until Nora screamed her name.
She shook her head quickly, trying to focus.
The crowd began to disperse into smaller groups. Some new members were already chatting excitedly near the guild's notice board, where the first requests had been pinned. Others lingered near the refreshment table, sipping drinks and sizing each other up.
Nana's gaze drifted toward the five "Special Recruits" who were being led away by Anna toward a restricted wing of the building.
Nana, still cloaked in the soft version of [The Veil of Nyx], decided to head for the dorms where she'd be staying. She had a simple room assigned to her as a regular F-rank recruit, far from the more lavish quarters of the elite.
She slipped through the milling crowd unnoticed, a ghost among the living. No one gave her a second glance. A girl in a simple pink and black uniform, looking lost and nervous, was just part of the background furniture.
She found her room on the third floor. It was small, but clean. A single bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a window overlooking the city. It smelled faintly of lemon polish and old wood.
She sat on the bed, the mattress creaking softly. She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart.
She was here.
She was officially a member of her own guild.
She had a mother who was pretending to be a mysterious guild master, a half-giant vice-leader who was technically her slave, a shadow assassin head of operations, and a goddess sister who was currently invisible and probably watching her.
Her life was… complicated.
But she loved it.
"I wonder what Morgana is doing right now?" Nana wondered, a smile tugging at her lips.
"Hmm... Mother?" Nyx appeared floating in the center of the room like a ghost. "Probably fucking some poor elf princess into a mindless cumdump."
Nana's face burned.
"Sister! Don't say that!" she protested.
"It's the truth," Nyx said with a shrug, her bare feet landing softly on the floor as her form solidified. She paused, tilting her head slightly.
"Oh... you're right, she's not fucking a princess at the moment," she said with a smirk. "She's just showing off power by drowning a capital in blood and slaying a demon god."
"What?!" Nana gasped, her yellow eyes wide. "How do you know that?"
"Because I am the goddess of night, her daughter, born from her blood and power," Nyx explained, tapping her temple. "I have a connection to her. I can... feel her sometimes. Feel her actions, her emotions. And right now... she's feeling very, very satisfied."
Nana was speechless. She stared at her sister, her mind struggling to comprehend the sheer scale of her mother's power.
"Don't look so surprised, Nana-chan," Nyx giggled, sitting down on the bed beside her. "Mother is a goddess. A powerful one."
"But she's facing a demon god," Nana said, a note of worry in her voice.
"Ah... a demon god." Nyx waved a dismissive hand. "Mother killed many of them in the past."
She said it so casually, as if she were talking about the weather.
"What?" Nana's jaw dropped.
"Mhm~" Nyx hummed, a proud smile on her face. "She's a godslayer. It's one of her titles."
"Every god she killed was before her ascension," Nyx explained. "She killed them as a mortal. Now... as a goddess, they are nothing more than ants."
Nana's mind was reeling.
Her other mother was… a godslayer.
The knowledge was both terrifying and exhilarating.
"I... never thought that Morgana was this bad-ass," she admitted, a newfound respect for her other mother blooming in her chest.
"More than you can imagine," Nyx said with a grin. "She alone stood as a guardian, blocking hundreds of gods from descending upon this world."
"This world?" Nana tilted her head. "But Morgana is in another world, isn't she?"
"Ah~... yes," Nyx nodded. "But her influence is far and wide. She once helped this world."
"Cool~" Nana nodded, her mind trying to process all this information. "She's more bad-ass than the Blood Queen."
"She is," Nyx said, her voice laced with pride. "She is the true queen."
But then the look on her face changed; sadness filled her white eyes.
"Alright, rest now, little sister. Tomorrow we have a long day," she said, her voice now gentle and soft.
Nana nodded and lay down, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts. She closed her eyes, the image of her other mother—a goddess, a godslayer, a true queen—burned into her mind.
She fell asleep with a smile on her face, dreaming of a world filled with spiders and a goddess who ruled them all.
Nyx, on the other hand, sat on the roof of the building, hugging her knees to her chest as she looked at the moon.
"Mother, forgive me... it was my fault... I didn't know at that time."