The Spider Queen

Chapter 132: The Ends Justify The Means

“Good morning sweetheart,” Sophie whispered softly in Cleo’s ear and shook her girlfriend gently.

“Urghh…. I hate you,” Cleo groaned as she felt her body aching all over. 

The first couple hours of sex were simply amazing, but Sophie just keep on going and going until Cleo almost passed out from exhaustion.

“Have some self control next time!” Cleo muttered cutely and gave Sophie a scowl.

“Yes, it was my mistake,” Sophie nodded obediently.

Sophie stretched her arms lazily and got out of bed to get some clothes for the pair. 

She casually picked out two comfortable dresses and returned to Cleo’s side.

“Come on sleepyhead,” Sophie teased and pulled the blankets off the reluctant princess.

Cleo’s body was covered entirely with purplish hickeys that caused Sophie’s pupils to dilate slightly as she felt a familiar stirring of arousal.

She even noticed the prominent tattoo on her girlfriend’s chest.

Wait…. a tattoo?

Cleo never had a tattoo.

Sophie paused for a moment as the strange tattoo drawn on Cleo’s milky white skin was not something that was present last night.

She could attest to that personally as not a single region of Cleo’s body was left unexplored after their trysts. 

On further inspection this tattoo was similar to a brand or a mark. 

It was dark red in colour and formed a mysterious circular pattern with small cryptic symbols that glowed eerily.

Sophie could feel a vague connection to this mark but could not tell if this was a good or bad thing. 

“What’s wrong?” Cleo asked as she realised that Sophie had gone silent.

“Cleo… look down at your chest,” Sophie replied and gestured with her thumb.

Cleo was feeling very confused now but followed Sophie’s suggestion and her eyes immediately widened in shock.

“This is new,” Cleo muttered as she touched the mark curiously. 

Everything felt normal and Cleo could not detect any differences from how her chest felt before this mark was formed. 

“Sophie do you want to touch it?” Cleo casually asked.

The hybrid girl tentatively shifted one of Cleo’s twin peaks out of the way and carefully placed her fingertips on the mark.

Sophie felt a warm tingle in her chest and a small wave of pleasure rocked her body every time she stroked Cleo’s mark.

“I think this mark might have something to do with me,” Sophie frowned as she felt the connection between the two girls start to strengthen.

“Oh…. Is this a weird ability from your mother’s race?” Cleo asked nonchalantly.

“Not sure. I can ask someone when they visit me next about what the hell this is,” Sophie replied.

None of the information about her heritage that her aunt had sent to her mind mentioned anything about a dark red brand appearing on the chest of someone she had sex with.

Sophie assumed that their night of passion was probably the trigger but for what was the purpose of this mark…. she didn’t know. 

“Alright let’s get some breakfast,” Cleo leapt out of bed and winced slightly as her aching body reminded her of the night before.

“Wait… aren’t you concerned about this?” Sophie hurriedly picked up her girlfriend in a princess carry as it was clear that the poor girl could not walk properly.

“Well yes but I don’t believe that anything you do to me will hurt me,” Cleo stared deeply in Sophie’s eyes and lovingly touched her cheek.

Sophie could not resist giving Cleo a deep kiss that took the surprised girl’s breath away.

They went downstairs to get some breakfast with a cheerful and pink mood between them. 

Sophie was feeling the happiest that she had ever felt as she watched the beautiful girl sitting down right beside her.

Unbeknownst to the two girls at the time, the shadows beneath Cleo’s feet started to twist and move slightly.

A portion of the shadows tried to merge into Cleo’s body but were repelled by an unknown barrier. 

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(Imperial Complex- Side Palace – 9847)

Concubine Sisrelis poured herself yet another glass of wine and drank it with trembling hands.

Despite her calm appearance, the concubine could not help but reach for more alcohol to get herself numb.

Today was the day that the seed planted in her daughter had finally germinated. 

It was not an easy decision to make at the time and even now she still felt a trace of regret.

But the ends would always justify the means. 

She was just another pretty face in the emperor’s harem and women without fangs did not last long in the imperial backyard. 

Even without her daughter having the potential to be a mech controller, Concubine Sisrelis still had the power given to her by the symbiote she had willingly bonded to herself.

She could still recall the day that the Mienieids embryo that she had carefully placed on her daughter’s chest burrowed deeply inside without a trace.

The shadows beneath her feet twisted and shifted until a vaguely humanoid figure could be seen with two piercing red eyes.

“Why did you want me to bind another of my kind to your daughter? The deal we made only involved you alone,” the shadow stayed silent for a moment before curiosity overcame it.

“No, she will thank me for doing this,” Concubine Sisrelis argued back.

“I have given her the chance to become a higher being. A chance to improve her talent and to gain an advantage over her other siblings.”

“When she sits on the emperor’s throne and commands the lives of billions to serve her every desire…. she will understand.”

The shadow laughed darkly in a mocking tone as he felt the emotions of his host. 

She could lie to others about her motive but not to him.

It was not out of goodwill or love that the concubine had willingly turned her daughter into a monster.

The power granted by his species would gradually turn any host they bonded to completely mad.

And the only emotion that the shadow could feel coming from his host was greed. 

Perhaps once, the concubine had loved her daughter and sought out power to protect her from the numerous conflicts among the royal family.

But that woman had long ceased to exist.