The eight-legged monster Ghaelt wasn’t always the way he is now. He might’ve been hairy in the past, but he definitely wasn’t eight-legged. It was the work of a witch that cursed him like this. And to return to his usual self, there is something he needs to do.
Aleich Rhaydyn should know not to wander at the forest at night, for there are many unnamed creatures who might or might not have foul intentions to him. He ends up getting abducted by the spider Ghaelt. But that isn’t all that’s waiting for him. Is he ready for the surprise coming from his captor?
Ghaelt shuffled closer to the man and lifted two of his front legs. With a slowness that was almost painful, he reached for the clasp of the man’s cloak. It amazed Ghaelt that his big nails could easily unclasp the man’s brooch. The cloak fell from his shoulders and Ghaelt panted, faster and faster.
Next Ghaelt stripped the fellow of his shabby tunic and tattered breeches. In no time, he was in naught but his skin.
Ghaelt crept back to appreciate the result of his work. No, he hadn’t made a wrong choice at all. This was the loveliest being he had ever laid eyes on. He was unlike all those country people with unattractive countenance and crooked teeth. The untainted parts, once confined under clothes, now seemed to glow. Later, Ghaelt would take his sweet time to make sure that the lovely face would glimmer, too, and the lashes shrouding those eyes would lift up and reveal the splendor underneath. Ghaelt made a silent, circling movement around the man when suddenly, he felt too shy to continue what he had set out to do from the very beginning.
Quickly, quickly, before he awakens. Before this stunning creature regained his consciousness and made Ghaelt’s work difficult. Ghaelt settled his heart and he sneaked forward on his trembling limbs and this time, when he finally felt certain, he spread the man’s legs open.
All of a sudden he heard a sound. He looked up and found the man’s eyes staring at him.