Hra'Spyder could only laugh as the three remaining clansmen tried to run away. Hadn't they learned by now? There was no escape. There was only Monster Beef.
Grabbing his Beef, Hra'Spyder started jacking furiously, the blood, piss, shit, and who knew what other bodily fluids working perfectly as lube. Soon, a fresh geyser of cum was ripping its way out of his wide urethra. Rather than splashing the clansmen directly, it instead soaked into the ground, only to rise in front of them moments later as a wave of cum. Seeing no other choice, the three were forced to turn around and get away from the cum. They didn't get far because Hra'Spyder caught up, idly stroking the Beef.
"Why run? Don't you wish to serve me, filled with my Wickedness?" he asked in a serious tone. "You can help me control your tribe! You can actually serve a purpose in this shit hole you call a world! Or you can DIE! You can take a bath in my cum, where your body will melt down all the way to that primordial ooze buried deep within your brain and provide me the sustenance I require to create more slaves! Choose wisely and choose quickly! I'm a busy man, after all! Places to go, people to rape and murder! CHOOSE OR I'LL CHOOSE FOR YOU!"
The three clansmen glanced at each other. Some offer. Either way, this monster was determined to use them to do his bidding.
"Fuck you! I'd rather die! But it won't be by your hand!" one of the clansmen said. He then ran forward, having no other choice with the wall of cum still bubbling away behind them.
Hra'Spyder easily knocked the man off of his feet and shoved the filthy Monster Beef down his throat until the plump head was in his stomach. The man couldn't breathe and was basically paralyzed. His eyes widened as he felt his stomach grow warm, hot. Full. Hra'Spyder was pumping the man's stomach full of cum, which eventually started to seep up his throat around the Beef before leaking out of his stuffed mouth. His body began to spasm around Hra'Spyder's cock, who withdrew the Beef, watching like a child burning ants with a magnifying glass as the clansman melted down from the inside. Acrid moke rose into the air as his body folded in on itself.
Without warning, Hra'Spyder stepped forward and shoved another one of the clansmen into the wall of cum. The man had no chance to stop it or even scream, the cum instantly attacking his body.
"And then there was one," Hra'Spyder said, moving even closer to the remaining clansman. He paused to allow both fresh puddles of black cum to slither up his legs into his mouth. "If this is the best your tribe has to offer, they'll be all mine by tomorrow morning!"
Hra'Spyder was considering transforming this last clansman into a slave, but the clansman was the first to act. He jumped forward with a dagger he'd had concealed, stabbing Hra'Spyder in the gut. The Guardian of Wickedness glanced down with a smile, watching as the dagger sank deeper and before the clansman realized it, he was up to his wrist in the monster's gut. He tried to retract, but something within Hra'Spyder was holding his hand in place.
Whatever it was proceeded to then drag the man deeper, almost like quicksand. He panicked and started screaming, trying to get free. All the while, Hra'Spyder looked down and watched with a big grin behind his skull mask. In under a minute, the last of the man, his right foot, disappeared inside Hra'Spyder's gut and the wound healed as if the incident never occurred at all.
However, Hra'Spyder was like everyone else in some ways, including that what he consumed had to come out another way sooner or later. As the wall of cum died down and Hra'Spyder looked at the distant tower where his transformation took place, he was forced to spread his ass cheeks, allowing the partially digested remains of the clansman slither out of his ass, accompanied by several loud, wet farts that would have caused even Diper to start gagging.
