The white threads coiled, wrapped, and overlapped at a freakish speed, layer upon layer upon layer, like a house-sized spider had gone completely crazy.
In just a breath, a massive cocoon over six feet across stood upright in the forest clearing.
Ivy jumped back in fright.
Daughter, on the other hand, kept shooting threads from one outstretched hand, and on her face—a face that a moment ago showed pure resignation—a mocking smile now bloomed.
"You are totally clueless about Rui's power." She clicked her tongue with disdain. "Did you really think I'd risk offending him to leave with you? You're more naive than Mother... and that's saying a lot."
The second she finished speaking—
Boom
The surface of the cocoon bulged violently from the inside.
A second later, the threads pulled taut and the cocoon snapped back to its original shape. Returning to its pristine state.
"... This is tougher than I expected."
Marcus's muffled voice came from inside. It sounded perfectly calm. Completely relaxed. Just... curious.
Daughter's eye twitched. "That tone..."
She shook off the unease and widened her smile, ramping up the output of threads. The cocoon thickened, layer after layer, until the surface grew so dense it looked like solid rock.
"Hmph, up until now, only Rui has ever managed to break my cocoon from the inside." She lifted her chin with icy pride. "So give it up, pretty soon the digestive fluids inside will melt your clothes... then your skin... then your flesh..." Her voice trailed off. "And finally, your fucking bo—"
Swish!
A surprise attack came from her side.
Fully prepared, Daughter shot out her free hand, catching Ivy's wrist with dead-on precision.
Crack
Her fingers clamped down like a vice.
The razor-sharp threads Ivy had readied at her fingertips gleamed under the distant firelight, mere millimeters from Daughter's face. So close... So pointlessly close.
Daughter narrowed her eyes, looking at her with pure pity.
"You've been completely brainwashed, huh?" She squeezed harder. The bones in Ivy's wrist crunched like dry twigs. "A worthless piece of trash like you... daring to attack me?"
Ivy whined. Tears poured wildly, slipping down her cheeks. She gritted her teeth and whipped up her other hand.
In her open palm, a handful of spiders squirmed, ready to be thrown.
Exactly as Sister had said... Ivy was completely worthless.
Threads erupted from Daughter's palm in a white tide, swallowing the spiders the very instant they tried to launch. Along with them, Ivy's other hand was firmly pinned down, wrapped, muzzled in silk.
Daughter let out an incredibly bored sigh.
One hand feeding the cocoon holding Marcus prisoner. The other hand controlling Ivy like a puppet tangled up in her own strings.
This setup only lasted a brief second.
Crack!
A sharp snap, like the sound of a bone breaking, echoed from the guts of the giant cocoon.
Daughter's expression froze solid and she whipped her head around.
"Fuck..."
The moment the thought formed, a palm wrapped in a pink mist punched right through the cocoon wall like wet tissue paper and clamped violently around her throat.
"Managing to block a purely physical dash of mine..." Marcus's highly amused voice came from the inside. "Honestly, you keep surprising me more and more."
Daughter grabbed the wrist holding her in disbelief.
"B-barehanded...?! H-how is that possible?!"
RIIIIP!
Another pink flash flared, and the cocoon wall tore open like raw meat.
A massive gaping hole opened from top to bottom, and Marcus leaned out from the inside.
His Demon Slayer uniform was already in tatters. The corrosive fluid had devoured the fabric. Shreds hung from his shoulders and torso, exposing his pecs, the sharp lines of his abs, and the grooves between each muscle gleaming with a thin layer of moisture.
Marcus looked down at himself and clicked his tongue.
"My clothes are ruined..."
Then he looked up, locking eyes with Daughter with a gaze that openly displayed absolute lust. He looked her up and down taking his sweet time, and licked his lips.
"Heh... right on time. Let's make the most of this."
Daughter's eyes went wide. "What the he—!"
The next second, the hand on her throat pulled with brute force, dragging her into the cocoon.
"Mmgh—!"
Her entire body vanished through the hole as if something starving had swallowed her whole.
And along with her, Ivy, her hands still firmly bound together, felt the pull yank her arms like a whiplash.
"KYAAAH!"
Her piercing scream cut through the entire forest as her body shot into the darkness of the cocoon, swallowed up alongside Daughter in a tangled mess of threads, limbs, and shrieks.
And the cocoon sealed shut right behind them.
"Fuck, this is really tight..." Marcus's mocking voice echoed.
"Gorgeous... mind loosening this thing up a bit? Because if my hand twitches, my sword could slip and leave a really nasty gash on that pretty little neck of yours."
Daughter's breathing spiked.
In the slimy gloom of the cocoon, every single inch of his body was pressed flush against hers. The heat of his skin burned right through the tiny bit of fabric left between them, and she could feel his pulse beating against her ribs.
"Son of a bitch, what the fuck are you tryi—ngh...?!"
The words broke in her mouth, replaced by a hoarse gasp tearing up from the bottom of her chest. Her thighs clamped shut involuntarily, and her claws dug deep into the cocoon's silk.
"W-What is... this smell...?!"
The Marechi blood, mixed with the Breath of Desire at max output, saturated the confined space like an aerosolized drug.
They were completely trapped.
Every single breath of air was a direct injection right to the core of her body. A thick heat dropped from her chest down to her belly, settling between her legs like a red-hot iron.
Daughter clenched her jaw until her teeth ground together. Her hips moved on their own, grinding against him on pure instinct.
"M-Master..."
Ivy's muffled voice came from behind, as if she were biting her lips hard to swallow down a scream. She was pressed tight against Marcus's back, her mouth half-open, while her fingers twitched, softly scratching Marcus's skin unconsciously.
[Intimate contact with "Spider Daughter" detected. Analysis rate: 10% per minute]
[Intimate contact with "Ivy" detected. Analysis rate: 10% per minute]
The notifications flashed across his mind like subtitles to a completely forgotten movie.
He had much more pressing matters on his hands right now. Pun fully intended.
This setup blew his wildest fantasies right out of the water.
To think his first real contact with a woman since landing in this "cruel" reality was going to be like this: stuffed inside a fucking silk cocoon, with a pair of spider women, mother and daughter no less, writhing against his body.
But life has a seriously weird sense of humor.
Coincidentally, the venomous fluid inside the cocoon had devoured their clothes. Bare skin touched with nothing in between: wet, hot, slippery. Every tiny movement was an electric brush that shot right up his spine.
Coincidentally, he needed power for the upcoming fight.
Coincidentally, he had spent two fucking months living with a woman who seemed sculpted just to drive him crazy. Wide hips, a wasp waist, an ass that jiggled at every turn, and tits that spilled out every time she bent over.
Two months of seeing her, smelling her, listening to her breathing at night from across the room. Two months of brushing past each other that left him rock hard with absolutely nothing he could do about it. All that pent-up tension was now throbbing between his legs with an almost unbearable pressure.
COINCIDENTALLY!
Everything fit together like pieces of a puzzle designed by a perverted god.
The water had reached the canal. And the dam was about to burst.
Daughter let out a guttural moan when she felt his erection press hard against her inner thigh.
Her eyes snapped open in the dark, and for a split second her pride fought against the wildfire devouring her insides.
Pride lost.
"I-If you even think... about trying any stupid shit..." she growled, but her voice trembled like a candle in a gale, and her hips shamelessly betrayed her, grinding against him with a hungry rhythm.
From behind, Ivy's lips closed over Marcus's neck. The tip of her tiny tongue traced his pulse line, ripping a shiver out of him that reached all the way down to his balls.
"Master... I can't take it anymore..." she whispered against his skin, begging. "P-Please..."
Marcus closed his eyes and let out a long exhale.
'Sorry, Tanjiro. Change of plans.'
'You're gonna have to manage on your own for a bit.'
'I'll do my best to make it quick, I promise!'
Although, being completely honest, with these two naked, panting women pressed against every single inch of his body...
...quick was going to be the absolute last fucking word to describe what was about to happen.
....
Meanwhile, the three battlefields were going through their own personal hells.
On Zenitsu's front, things were going... relatively well. Thanks to Marcus's warning, he had been paranoidly keeping an eye out for anything with more than four legs.
The result: not a single bite, not a single drop of venom in his system.
Which didn't mean he wasn't suffering.
Because the spiders with human faces were still there... Dozens of them. Crawling through the branches, turning those incredibly realistic faces toward him. Every time one of those abominations stared back at him, Zenitsu felt his sanity crack a little more, like glass taking back-to-back hits.
So he did the only thing he knew how to do with absolute mastery: run like a maniac, screaming at the top of his lungs through the forest.
Until his luck ran out.
He stopped dead in his tracks in front of a massive tree.
Hanging upside down from a branch, with his hairy legs anchored to the bark and a silk thread dripping from his abdomen, was Brother Spider.
Human head. Spider body. Twisted smile.
Zenitsu processed the image... and his reaction was completely predictable. His eyes rolled back into his head and he collapsed flat on the ground.
"Tch. How boring."
Brother Spider clicked his tongue with disgust, swinging on his thread as he coordinated his four back legs to climb down the tree.
"Another one who passes out just looking at me... Always the same." He got ready to call the lesser spiders to carry the body away.
But what he didn't know was that the tables had already turned.
Down on the ground, something subtle happened.
The rolled-back eyes closed softly. No tension.
The lips, which a split second earlier had been pressed tight in a grimace of pure terror, parted slightly, letting a wisp of hot air escape between them.
And the falling body, right before hitting the dirt, thrust his elbows back and pulled off a mid-air flip with the precision of a diving falcon.
"Thunder Breathing. First Form..."
?
Brother Spider froze solid. His eight legs stopped dead, and his eyes locked onto the blond kid who had dropped into a low attack stance.
Golden lightning crackled around him, wrapping his body in a miniature thunderstorm.
The air ionized. The hairs on the back of Brother Spider's neck stood straight up.
And then...
"THUNDERCLAP AND FLASH."
A flash of white lightning tore through the night.
The threads: cut.
The head: severed from the body.
Brother Spider didn't see the edge of the blade. Or its flash. Or the movement of the arm. Nothing.
The only thing he registered was a cold numbness in his neck and then... the ground.
....
Back inside the cocoon.
"Remind me... what were you going to call me?"
"~D-DADDY~!"
"DADDY~! DADDY, DADDY, D-DADDYYYY~!"
"I-I'm cumming~! I'm cumming, daddy, I'm cumming, I'm cumming~!"
"That's my girl..."
"~Master... master, me too... I want it too, please, please, please~..."
"~please, daddy~..."
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