He must be imagining things! Get back to fucking.

Duncan silently rebukes himself for the distraction and throws himself fully into the activity. There’s no telling how old Madam Banntrach is, but one thing is certain: she knows what she is doing in the sex department. Her multiple arms hold Duncan, allowing him to easily remain standing as he pumps his rod into her.

Banntrach meets his thrusts with her own, expertly pivoting her hips and pulling Duncan toward her. Duncan can’t help but wonder what she must have been like as a young woman. As ravishing as she is now, he can’t imagine how blissful it would have been to be with her in her prime.

They are at it for only a few minutes when Duncan feels himself approaching his climax. Ordinarily he would be making plans at this point to pull out, but since she has made it clear that she expects him to cum inside her, he loses himself in the building wave of pleasure.

“I’m so close,” he gasps, as his pace quickens. Banntrach says nothing, but her corresponding moans and thrusting suggest she is very close, herself.

With a grunt and gasp, Duncan drives his cock hard, as far as he can reach, and lets the eruption of sperm shoot deep into the multi-legged MILF’s womb. At the same time, he feels Banntrach’s pussy contract and squeeze his cock, attempting to draw it in even more, milking it dry.

Duncan feels his knees grow weak, but Banntrach’s powerful limbs hold him securely in place as she continues to thrust against him, refusing to waste a single drop of his seed.

Finally, both of the lovers spent, Duncan begins to speak. “That was —“

Madam Banntrach puts a hand over Duncan’s mouth. “Shhhh. Don’t say anything. Don’t ruin the moment.”

Duncan is surprised. He didn’t take Banntrach for being a romantic. What happened was purely physical, and now she’s speaking as if they just shared a “moment”? If she’s so enamored by him after a quickie, he can’t imagine what she will think once they get to the house and he can take her to bed and show her a proper fucking!

She gently kisses him on the lips and looks into his eyes. Duncan detects a note of sadness and is about to ask what is wrong, when she speaks. “You have done well. I feel your seed swimming inside me, and I am confident it will ensure a strong, healthy brood. It is a shame you will not be here to see your offspring.”

She kisses his lips again before moving to his shoulder and neck. Duncan opens his mouth to ask what she means, when he feels a sharp bite on his neck. He lets out a yelp and tries to pull back, but Banntrach’s powerful limbs hold him in place.

“Hey, watch yourself,” says Duncan. “I’m really not into that bondage and pain thing. I’m really more of a ....”

His words trail off as things begin to grow hazy. He blinks his eyes and tries to lift his hands to wipe away the darkness that seems to be settling in on his vision, but suddenly his hands feel like they are weighted down with lead.

“If it’s any consolation,” says Madam Banntrach, “you were the best mate I have had in ages. At times like this, I really wish it was in my nature to mate more than once with any one male. I definitely would have given you another tumble!”

She releases Duncan from her grip, and he tries to stand, but he feels no strength at all in his legs. His knees buckle, and he collapses onto the straw-covered floor.

“Girls, you can come out now. Dinner is ready!” calls Madam Banntrach, looking up into the rafters.

Duncan follows her gaze and sees what appears to be about half a dozen girls, rappelling from the barn’s rafters. He blinks his eyes, trying to see more clearly, and realizes that, like Madam Banntrach, each of them have six arms and two legs. They descend on white ropes of silk and advance on Duncan, with hungry looks in their eyes.

“Prince Duncan, please allow me to introduce you to my most recent brood. They have been eagerly looking forward to this. It’s a bit of a tradition around our house that last year’s hatchlings get to feast on the father of the next set of siblings.”

She turns to the girls. “Alright, you’ve waited long enough, girls. Have at him. They taste their best if you can get to them while they are still conscious and kicking.”

Duncan opens his mouth to cry out, but no sound escapes his lips. The last thing he hears before the child creatures pounce on him is Madam Banntrach’s command: “Be sure to save his testicles for me; I am feeling a bit peckish.”