Accept the risk of waiting

You grin. "I don't mind seeing your wilder side."

"You want me to wait? I could hurt you."

You nod. "I'll risk it."

"Very well. I will weave you a hammock for tonight... or a nice... warm... cocoon... to..." She shakes herself out of it. "I would weave you something to wear as well, but you will be much bigger soon."

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The silk hammock is very comfortable, the soft cloth pleasant against your bare skin. You saw Xyl visibly struggle with herself several times while she was making it, but she eventually managed to string it up between the trees. She also made a small web in the treetops for herself. As your fire dies away, both of you fall asleep for the night.

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You are woken by a warm breath on your face in the cool night air. Opening your eyes, you see Xyl's face inches from yours. Her eyes are open, but you see no sign of recognition in them. She is hanging upside-down from a long strand of silk, and making regular sniffs at the air.

Fast as lightning, her hands whip out and grab your arms. She draws herself back up the line, pulling both of you high into the air. There is a moment of worry as she adjusts her grip, followed by a scream of shock as she swings you underneath her. That scream is cut off as a sticky thread strikes you in the face.

She twists you around once, the silk trapping your arms above your head, before passing you to her back legs and wrapping a tight cocoon around your upper body, head, and arms, above your breasts, but under your armpits.

She drops you onto (you think) her web, leaving you for a moment, apparently satisfied that your inability to see and the height will keep you from moving too much. Moments later, she returns, a thick thread tightening around each ankle.

A muffled scream escapes you as you feel yourself falling, before the loops around your ankles pull tight, jerking you to a halt and leaving you dangling upside-down with your legs spread wide. A sharp pain shoots up your right leg. You hope it's only a twisted ankle.

You feel Xyl descend behind you and grasp on, uncaring of the pain in your leg. A cool liquid splatters across your crotch, dribbling up your lower-body. For a few moments, everything goes still, and you wonder if something distracted her.

There is no warning before her ovipositor almost splits you in two. She thrusts deeper and deeper with no regard for your moans of pain. You black out for a moment as she batters through your cervix and holds it open for her eggs.

The first egg feels a hundred times as wide as her ovipositor. The pain as it enters is agonising and you're worried she might actually be doing damage to you, but her fluids do their job well, making you stretchy enough to take her. The second egg is nearly as painful.

By the third, your pussy is starting to become accustomed to the stretching. It still hurts, but behind that, you can feel the egg push against your walls in interesting ways. It's not pleasurable quite yet, but it could be if you got more used to it.

As the pain from each egg entering you slowly reduces, the pain you feel in your womb rises quickly. By the fourth and fifth egg, you feel like you're going to burst, but you know Arachne regularly fill their slaves with ten or more eggs, and, given her current state, you doubt Xyl will stop before they're all inside you.

The sixth and seventh eggs do start to bring you pleasure, rubbing your clit and g-spot as they go in. That ramps up with nine, ten, and eleven, and then...

She rips the ovipositor out of you, leaving you right on the edge of orgasm.

Nearly delirious with need, you whimper as you feel yourself get lifted back up. The loops are removed from your ankles, before your legs are pulled together and cocooned, along with your swollen belly and breasts.

Another short fall and you are left hanging, upside-down and in pain, in the darkness, unable to move, and with a burning desire between your legs. It slowly fades, but it still takes you forever to get back to sleep.