Sexy Screamy Spider Lady had, for as long as she’d known, been called Sexy Screamy Spider Lady. In the dim recesses of her mind she was vaguely aware that this was an unusual name for a wood elf, but then she was a very unusual wood elf. Born the only child of the Forbidden Forest’s leader and his bodyguard, she was destined to inherit the thorny crown one day. But instead she had left all that behind to follow the Chosen One and his party.

And, as long as her parents didn’t invoke the Heir’s Duties, she could continue traveling for as long as she pleased.

Sexy Screamy Spider Lady had always been hungry for adventure. She had spent her entire life in the Forbidden Forest, and the fashion choices were simply far too limited for someone of her scope. Even if the Chosen One had been an absolute bore she still would have used him as an excuse to get out of that backwater swamp.

Of course, it didn’t hurt that the Chosen One was one hot dish. Sexy Screamy Spider Lady watched him forward roll ahead of her, and admired the … scenery.

Sure, before he arrived she wouldn’t have said that his look was her type, given he was a different species from her and all that, but once she clapped eyes on him she felt as if everything had just clicked into place.

Granted, he didn’t seem thrilled by her sensual nature, but he was probably just shy. He would just need her to take him in hand, and show him the ways of the wood elves.

But he had also ordered her not to talk to him like that. And … that was important. She felt like she had to do what he said, either because of his status as the Chosen One or because he was her One True Love.

But she needed to tell him how she felt. She needed to unleash her inner goddess.

And what a glory that had been, meeting the Dryad Queen~! Sexy Screamy Spider Lady found she was nearly drooling (a holdover from when she had been cursed, no doubt. It felt almost as thick and viscous as when she would get a little too excited and venom would … uhh… leak from her fangs)

Not many wood elves had ever had the chance to meet their Queen and Goddess. Kneeling before the Dryad Queen had been the most exciting thing Sexy Screamy Spider Lady had ever done on her knees.

She opened her mouth to repeat that particularly tantalising thought to the Chosen One, only to close it when she remembered his displeasure at her comments. She’d promised him that she would wait for him to tell her he wanted her (her comments, that is).

Pain spiked behind her eyes, like a giant spur was being run across her brain. She felt herself spasm, and for a horrifying moment she felt she was right back in her cursed form, with too many limbs and eyes and everything made her feel like vomiting.

She had to tell the Chosen One. She couldn’t disobey the Chosen One. She had to tell him. She couldn’t but she had to. The pain built, larger and sharper, until she could almost taste it.

She couldn’t. She must. She couldn’t. She was - she had to be herself.

She literally couldn’t stand the pain of being anything other than what-who-what she was meant to be.

“I’m ecstatic that you took me to meet the Dryad Queen,” Sexy Screamy Spider Lady practically purred in relief as the pain eased. “Kneeling before her was the most pleasure I’ve ever had on my knees.”

The Chosen One looked at her. The wood elf within Sexy Screamy Spider Lady exalted.

“They need to make you listen to feedback.” He said, with a disappointed sigh.

And the part of Sexy Screamy Spider Lady that sometimes felt like she was still a spider, the part that sometimes wondered why everything seemed to go flying whenever she walked into a room, that part…

That part screamed.