Their night of passion behind them, the two rode deep into Queen's Forest.

Beya winced occasionally when the trail became bumpy. She was still recovering from her lay with the silent man.

Blackstone stopped their trip. At his signal, they paused and dismounted.

The armored jeweled man and Beya stood close and walked forward through a rippling wall of mystical proportions.

Emerging from the rippling portal, Blackstone and Beya stood on the edge of a massive hole that led deep into the earth. The cold air seemed colder. The darkness around this area seemed darker. The gaping wound in the earth led to a cavernous tunnel that could have been bottomless for all Blackstone could see.

Yet he could see, faintly beginning before the obscurity of curving earth, a collection of webbing.

"Once again, Beya," Blackstone said, his voice echoing on against the howling wind. "You said the Gray Lady fell to a trap."

"YES!" As she answered, Beya pulled a glowing rod from behind her and quickly stabbed Blackstone in the back. There was a massive discharge of power, enough to stun the warrior with an echo to his bellowing scream.

Blackstone trembled as he danced over in arcing pulsations of bright white light.

There was a long enough pause for Beya to shove him forward. Blackstone fell into the jet-black hole.

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"You fucked her, didn't you?"

The world came back to Blackstone in waves of pain and blurring light.

His eyes fluttered as he regained consciousness.

From the moment he tried to move and could not, Blackstone knew his location.

And from the cursing, he knew he was not alone.

The horn-helmeted man looked up to see Iana, the Gray Lady hanging in webbing before him. The same type of trappings that held him. He was held spread eagle some ten meters off the ground.

"Say again..." the armored wanderer said as he shook the pain from Beya's betrayal.

Iana was the epitome of sensuality. The voluptuous beauty had a copper color to her skin, full lips and a muscular build. She had a long face with large expressive eyes and a mane of black hair that crowned her face perfectly.

Given the position she was bound in, her massive heavy breasts hung with a distracting amount of cleavage. The gray battle armor she wore was always designed to protect her, kill others and entice all. Blackstone could not help but notice the rounded hips and thick ass the also showed in this unique position.

"YOU-FUCKED-HER-DIDN'T-YOU?"

Blackstone shook from the lusty stare.

"I was sought out to rescue you--” He now looked around, assessing the situation. Nothing he saw filled him with hope. On the contrary, dread began to fill the armor and the man within it.

Iana's large expressive eyes narrowed. Her full thick lips pursed. "You sonuvabitch, you had sex with Beya???"

The armored man was silent.

"These webs are...strong..." he pulled hard against his trap. "That can only mean one thing--"

"Yes, bright eyes. It means Atlanach. So..." The Gray Lady snarled. "That bitch...she came at you all sad eyes and open mouth and you fell for it?

"She said you needed help."

"And you came running like a knight in shining armor?" Iana had a wry smile and narrowed eyes.

Blackstone sighed. "You enjoy mocking me..."

"Playful banter. Don't feel too bad, she got me too. Led me out to a picnic. I thought I might get laid. It was a trap. I woke up here. So great, now we are both stuck..."

"Where is it?"

"Oh, it's coming. And it wants to talk. It talked to me, I told it to go fuck all eight of its legs into its eight asses (if they have asses, I would guess eight...)"

"What does it want?"

The Gray Lady took a deep breath and her massive, tan cleavage swelled in the deep cut of her armor. Her eyes caught the moonlight and she was a vision to drive men wild. "An alliance, Pebbles. With me, its kind would have my clone armies, my kingdom and access to the Multiverse Fractal Crystal - control of the motherfucking multiverse!"

Blackstone sighed loudly.

"It was a trap..."

"Yes, set by that skank bitch ward of mine."

"SKANK BITCH???" Blackstone and Iana the Gray Lady turned towards a shadowy opening. From within the darkness, emerged Beya. She held a hovering light source crystal in her hand. The cold breeze that funneled down into the cavern played with her waves of curls. Her large dark eyes had none of their sweet tenderness from when she came to Blackstone. They were now filled with anger and a fury across her full lips.

"The Spider King contacted me! He saw my potential! You never saw what I could do, you old hag!" snarled Beya. "I could be ruling part of your kingdom! Leading your forces against the other Queens!"

"OLD???" Iana shouted back, dangling in the web. "You ungrateful little bitch! I took you in! Kept you off the street, kept you from selling that little ass of yours! Who appreciated you as much as I did?"

Beya turned away in anger.

"You aren't ready to go to war, girl! I was training you! Teaching you!" Iana guarded her emotions heavily but in this moment, actual hurt from the betrayal showed through.

"But I am capable of so much more NOW!" the traitor shouted with tears in her eyes.

"Now," Blackstone interjected. "Now you have led all of us to death." Beya suddenly looked nervous.

"Yes, sweetheart," Iana began to add. "Have you ever heard of a human-Atlanach alliance?"

The traitorous woman shook her head.

Iana grinned. "Cuz they get hungry, you shortsighted cum slut!"

Suddenly from up above, a hissing could be heard. It was faint and then grew in sound and sent a bone-rattling vibration down the web-covered walls.

Blackstone sighed loudly. "Of course…"

From above the three, a large silhouette could be seen lowering in the moonlight. Given its shape and the eight legs working methodically in the descent, this giant thing was the Spider King.