“So, that’s… that?” Salrith asked, stepping cautiously through the dimly lit corridors.

“Mmhm,” Dairuga answered, tail sweeping slowly behind him with each step.

“This place won’t go back to normal, will it?”

“Of course not. A demon has corrupted the whole ship, Sal. Just because it’s banished doesn’t mean its influence magically disappears.” Dairuga lifted one eyeridge, glancing back at the arachnogon for a moment. Salrith frowned, but nodded, keeping one step behind to stay clear of the wicked scythe that was the demon-hunter’s tail spade.

“I figured. But, it would have been nice. So, what, is this whole ship going to be scrapped?”
The arachnogon glanced around the corrupted ship. What had once been alloyed corridor walls and sleek light panels had been corrupted by the demon Dairuga had hunted down, transformed into a grotesque red colour with a slithering vein-like texture beneath it. It made the ship almost feel like a living being.

“Come on, Sal, think about it. You can do it. Who owns this ship?” Dairuga glanced back at the arachnogon again, then gave a whistle, like one would to a dog. “Come on, girl!”

“Gee, thanks,” Salrith said dryly. “You know I’m not a girl.”

“I know you like it when I call you one. Don’t you?”

“I do, but I feel silly admitting it.”
Glancing down at the barely visible glyph on the arachnogon’s belly, Salrith frowned again, but the arachnogon’s tail stiffened momentarily in embarrassment.

“I swear, this rune is the most irritating.”

“I’m not taking it off.”
Salrith grumbled quietly but made no further protest. Having some demon blood as well, the arachnogon wore a simple glyph of dominance from the demon-hunter. Dairuga called it insurance, preventing the arachnogon from causing him any harm – and from being dishonest with him when directly questioned.

“Anyway. The owner’s dead… So I assume you mean the species?”

“No,” Dairuga said flatly.

“Right. It’s a Tetri ship, isn’t it? Then they probably are going to re-use this anyway, aren’t they.”

“Probably.” Dairuga lifted a hand and waved it dismissively as he approached a silvery door that should lead back to where they could depart. Salrith would be able to open a gate between Dairuga’s ship and this one, which was how they had boarded in the first place, and the only reason Dairuga had taken the arachnogon along.

Unfortunately, space was a slightly hostile environment, and Salrith didn’t like to open gates to places that were out of sight at the best of times, meaning that they needed to get back to a window.

“I still think you could have questioned him, though,” Salrith said as they walked into the viewing gallery. Dairuga snorted, boots thumping on the metal of the walkway, still metallic despite the remainder of the floor having been transfigured into that same fleshy, red material.

“Just because it had a cock doesn’t make it a he. You could have webbed it as firmly in place as possible and it still could have dismembered us, trust me.”

“He--It wouldn’t have been able to break out,” Salrith huffed, mandibles twitching and tail lashing in the air. A clink sounded out as the D-ring punctured through the tip bumped against the hybrid’s own chitinous scalework.

“Mmhm, and?” Dairuga asked, coming to a stop. He turned to face the arachnogon. Purple eyes regarded the black-scaled hybrid, scanning over Salrith’s figure. The arachnogon stood with lower arms crossed and upper arms hanging, two-toed insectoid feet pressed to the ground. The hybrid had a fairly basic state of dress, wearing simply a vacuum suit in case of any sudden loss of atmosphere. Back on their ship, Dairuga knew the arachnogon preferred to wear even less, settling for just a few utility belts. The hybrid’s eight eyes peered back at Dairuga, studying him in turn, mandibles twitching thoughtfully.

“Well, and, he would have been helpless.”
Salrith peered back at the demon hunter, aware of the wry scepticism in his eyes as he looked over his atypical companion. Salrith was not a demon hunter – the arachnogon was closer, marginally, to a demon. Dairuga had decided months ago that the arachnogon would have to travel with him until further notice for matters of public safety. While Salrith had protested at first, over time they had developed a working relationship. Salrith was okay with the state of affairs, at least. Fascinating places to travel to, interesting people to talk to, interesting people to travel with…

Salrith’s eyes trailed across the grey dragon’s body. Even if the arachnogon was aware that Dairuga was unimpressed with the presumption, Salrith couldn’t help but find the demon hunter alluring. His captivating purple eyes. His powerful arms, even if he only had two of them. His dangerously potent tail, twitching behind him. The broad sweep of his chest. All clothed in a heavy and dark cloak that doubled as much as armour as it looked good.

“Let’s play a game, Sal,” Dairuga said, then. Salrith churred quietly, head cocking. “You can web me down. Completely, as much as you like,” the demon hunter mused.

“Okay?” Salrith asked. “And if you can – what, hurt me, you prove your point?”

Dairuga took a step forwards, closing the gap between them. The grey dragon stood imposingly over Salrith. Although he was only a few inches taller, the height disparity seemed strangely large when the demon hunter did that.

“Take off your clothes,” Dairuga almost purred.
Salrith’s heart jumped. The arachnogon gave a soft croon, then smiled wryly.

“Here?” the hybrid asked. “I thought you preferred me dressed – except, y’know, when I’m pleasuring you.”

“Did I stutter? Your chance is vanishing quickly.”
Salrith swallowed, mandibles all a-twitching. The hybrid chittered in thought for only a split second before upper arms lifted to the arachnogon’s suit and began to undo it, pulling it down and off. Salrith’s tail twitched, and the hybrid looked at the demon-hunter quizzically. The arachnogon’s heart pumped a little harder when Dairuga began unbuttoning his own vest and cloak.
“Consider this lesson halfway a reward for your good behaviour.”

Salrith swallowed, upper arms crossing as both lower arms slid the vacuum suit down all the way. The hybrid stepped out of it, kicking the material aside. The arachnogon stood bare in front of the demon-hunter.

“Hunting demons gets you in the mood, or?” Salrith asked.

Dairuga shrugged off his cloak and shirt, exposing his dark grey hide beneath, as well as his purplish body markings. He reached down and began working at his belt above a prominent bulge that Salrith had become gradually acquainted with over the recent months.

“It gets the blood pumping,” the dragon rumbled. He gave a faint smirk, one that Salrith recognised as the one that Dairuga gave when he felt totally in control. With a metallic clatter, he let his pants fall to the ground, exposing his heavy pair of balls and plump sheath, its ridged, black-to-white contents already halfway erect and hanging with a frightening weight. The scent that reached the arachnogon’s sensitive nostrils was immediately enough to make Salrith’s pulse race.

Dairuga could see as the arachnogon’s eight eyes locked onto his hanging, half-hard cock. It was a little arousing to see just how excited the creature could get. How malleable Salrith could be when he did something as simple as apply a little sexual charge. Dairuga was well-versed by now in how arachnogons worked, their mating habits and proclivities, but it was always somehow enjoyable to see it actually in action. To see Salrith grow that little bit weak in the knees at a firm hand and a firmer dick.

“Now,” he rumbled. Salrith blinked quickly, as if snapping out of a daze. The arachnogon peered up at him. “I’m going to lay down on my back. You’re going to web me in place as fast as you can. After all, a demon isn’t going to give you time to pin them, Sal. It’s not going to stay put and obediently let you tie them down. It’s going to rip your fucking spine out through your snout. But for this lesson, I’ll stay still. I still expect you to go as fast as you can, understood?”

“Yeah,” the arachnogon said, giving a swift nod. Salrith understood. While Dairuga seemed to view the hybrid as inexperienced, Salrith knew that Dairuga considered the arachnogon to be a quick study. Hard-headed at times, but quick. Quick on the trigger, too.

As Dairuga dropped down onto his ass, Salrith took in a deep breath. As the demon-hunter sprawled out onto his back, the arachnogon sprung into action.
With a flurry of motion, Salrith dropped to both knees and gripped Dairuga’s arms, spitting forth sticky webbing and weaving it around both lower graspers.

“Five,” Dairuga said as Salrith strung the demon-hunter’s right hand to the floor. “Four,” he rumbled as the arachnogon worked on his other. “Three… Two… One…” Salrith frantically wound silk around Dairuga’s thighs, trying to bind him completely in place. The dragon snorted. “You’d be dead, well and truly. But do go on.”

Salrith grumbled, but kept working.

In less than a minute, the demon-hunter was plastered to the floor, utterly stuck in place by the strongest webbing Salrith could spin. The arachnogon panted, then turned around to face him.
Dairuga was smirking confidently.

“Good,” he rumbled. “Now. Get me hard.”
Salrith blinked, then peered downwards. The arachnogon was squatting over Dairuga’s waist, the hybrid’s under-tail a bare inch from Dairuga’s jawbreaker of a cock.

“Hmmn,” the arachnogon chuffed quietly. “You want me to pleasure you.”

“Get to it, spider,” Dairuga rumbled. Salrith huffed, then crawled backwards on all sixes. The hybrid slid down the bound demon-hunter’s body, snout drawing close to his dark bellyplates, mandibles barely avoiding scraping at his hide. When the hybrid was a scant inch from Dairuga’s cock, Salrith slowed down even further… letting that fat, plump shaft fill every iota of vision. Salrith made no effort to disguise how enticing the dragon’s dick was.

While cold at first, over the months Dairuga had opened up to Salrith’s candid nature, helped in no small part by the burning mark on the hybrid’s belly that gave him total control over the arachnogon. They’d both come to understand that that was how they both quietly liked it.

Salrith’s eyes closed, and the hybrid drew in a thick, slow huff of air through both nostrils. The thick musk of Dairuga’s heated cock filled the hybrid’s lungs, and Salrith shivered. The plump behemoth throbbed, lifting up just enough to smack Salrith in the snout.

“Yeah, that’s it. Nice and deep, get that scent in there.”

Salrith’s tail stiffened in embarrassment, and the hybrid let out a soft churring noise. A moment later, Salrith’s snout dipped down, mandibles parting… and the arachnogon’s tongue slithered out to slurp up the undercarriage of Dairuga’s cock. The dragon immediately let out a croon of delight, and the fat, beer can-like cylinder began to swell and grow in size. Salrith began to lavish it in treatment, tongue curling and licking at the rough ridges and thick bumps along the underside, teasing it to hardness.

As it slowly pulsed to full stiffness, Salrith was graced with its majesty.

Over a foot long and wider than any of Salrith’s arms at their widest, Dairuga’s cock was the type that popped condoms – something the demon-hunter had personally demonstrated to the arachnogon the first time Salrith had asked what a condom was.

The grey demon-hunter grinned a toothy grin down at the arachnogon.

“Good girl. Now, you may sit on me.” Dairuga fixed his gaze on Salrith. The arachnogon shivered. It was rare that Dairuga wanted anything other than oral… “Your vent.”
Salrith paused. The hybrid’s tail stiffened, and heat flushed through Salrith’s slit. Slowly, the arachnogon’s mandibles twitched.
“Go on,” Dairuga said, cock pulsing slowly.

“I… thought you didn’t want to do that,” the hybrid muttered.

“Take any longer and I’ll change the offer.”

Salrith swallowed heavily, then began to move. Sliding forwards, Salrith’s upper arms came down to press gingerly against Dairuga’s belly for stability, while the arachnogon’s lower pair of graspers inched downwards. Dairuga watched as Salrith lined up with his enormous breeder, the fat, twitching shaft already dribbling a crystalline dollop of precum. Lower graspers slowly spread Salrith’s ass, the motion spreading the hybrid’s vent just enough for Dairuga to see it as it brushed up against his sensitive crown. He could see the uncertainty in Salrith’s eyes. In all the months they had been interacting, Dairuga had never claimed the arachnogon’s cunt.
Salrith’s slit rubbed against the demon-hunter’s shaft slowly, teasing at the penetration to come. Dairuga gave a faint growl to remind the hybrid to get to it, and Salrith began to push downwards. He felt the pressure of those heated lips against his dick for a few moments as the arachnogon tried to fit him. Then, all at once, his cock squashed into Salrith’s vent and stretched it out.

The arachnogon yelped in surprise, eyes wide. Dairuga immediately felt soft, velvety heat squeezing around his crown. He was stretching the hybrid so taut that he could feel the arachnogon’s ovipositors rubbing against his dick, normally hidden away in an internal pouch inside Salrith’s slit. He crooned out in delight and simply enjoyed it as Salrith struggled to sink.

“M… mother egg,” Salrith hissed, mandibles twitching ever so slightly as the arachnogon was overwhelmed. Dairuga was huge. The arachnogon’s vent felt like it was splitting apart, and this was just the tip. The spurt of precum that filled Salrith’s slit was powerful enough to make the arachnogon jolt, and then nearly melt. Every nerve felt so achingly stretched. Once they got going … Salrith was going to practically break. The hybrid almost wished that Dairuga could knot him. Memories of the demon-hunter bursting condoms for show filled the hybrid with a perverse lust to try, but the sheer, fat enormity of the dragon’s cock made that practically impossible to even try on the first attempt.

“Fuck… You—nnhh—do feel good like this. Rrh… Now,” Dairuga crooned where he lay, his stiff cock twitching inside Salrith’s taut-stretched vent.

Salrith panted, tail twitching and lifting upwards as instincts helped the arachnogon slowly grind and squeeze around the thick male below. “N…now what?”

“The lesson,” Dairuga rumbled, looking at the arachnogon. He gave a cocky smirk. Then his eyes began to glow with a light that Salrith had rarely seen out of combat.
Suddenly, Salrith heard the sound of chains, as something wrapped around all four of the arachnogon’s wrists. A serpentine feeling snapped and looped around the hybrid’s tail, and a solid sensation materialised around the arachnogon’s neck. Salrith’s eyes widened, and the hybrid glanced down.

Purple, ephemeral chains had materialised around each wrist, around Salrith’s tail. Dairuga’s power at work. They were tethered to a ghostly collar that had formed around Salrith’s neck. With a sudden jerk, they all pulled taut.

All four arms were wrenched behind the hybrid’s back, tail forcibly hiked as far up and out of the way as possible. Salrith gasped, only for two clawed, powerful paws to blur into view on either shoulder. Salrith could feel them gripping.

“Pull back off of me, and you prove your point. But,” the demon hunter growled. “Consider yourself non-physically overpowered when I knot you.”

Then Salrith felt those paws shove downwards. Four jawbreaking inches were greasily squashed into the hybrid’s cunt, and the arachnogon’s eyes opened wide in a gasp. Salrith only stopped Dairuga sinking in to the knot by pushing hard with both legs … and even then, the arachnogon only managed to stop that sudden descent. Dairuga’s cock pulsed and pumped a thick, gooey load of heated pre-slime into the hybrid’s depths. The hybrid’s eyes all rolled back, and Salrith struggled to push upwards. Slowly… inch by gradual inch, Dairuga’s cock began to slurp back out from the arachnogon’s vent.

“O-oh,” the hybrid gasped. “You… nnh… ahh!—" Dairuga’s cock flexed, barbs raking against the hybrid’s walls, and Salrith spasmed in sudden pleasure. Barbs teasing the hybrid’s most intimate spots for the first time set off the arachnogon’s breeding instincts, and all of Salrith’s muscles relaxed for a moment – just long enough for Dairuga’s psychic edge to shove the hybrid back down another few inches.

“Lesson… nngh… one,” Dairuga panted through a toothy smile. His cock painted Salrith’s insides with precum, and the arachnogon quivered…