Let her down, or keep her on the wall for now?

Let her down and fall asleep

Wearily you rise from your crouch and scuttle towards her. Its been a long day and you’re only now starting to really feel it. You unravel the webbing which hold her up, the nun collapsing against you, finding her feet after a minute as you pull back and into a cradle of webs made before. She wastes no time and joins you, purring as she lays her shapely figure against your golden haired abdomen. Spooning is attempted and quickly surrendered as the difference in size between you both is made apparent. Instead, she curls up next to you, running her slender fingers through your hair.

“Our children will be strong master,” she tells you.

“Mmhm.”

She nestles in close. Her scent fills the air around you, soft and tinged with the heaviness of her earlier arousal. You feel her swelled stomach press against your side and feel satisfaction. You’ve accomplished your goal of claiming a new broodmother. Exhaustion claims you, and you fall asleep with your new **** tenderly stroking you fur.

You get to sleep a fair amount undisturbed. After the exertion of fucking, climbing, carrying and penetrating in various order, its doubtful anything short of the apocalypse could wake you before you’re ready.

Then there is your ****.

“Master! Oh master. Please, take a look at what I found!”

“Wh-hrn?” You blearily open your eight eyes.