No! Aliénor must bear your children!

Aliénor lies splayed before you, her face a horrid, beautiful mess. A thick layer of liquid covers her nose and cheeks, her hair is sticky and matted and a torrent of cum splutters out of her open mouth as she coughs up what she hasn't already swallowed. Her pupils have swivelled so far back into her head that your can barely see them, and a ragged quiet descends as Aliénor, barely conscious, succumbs silently to the intense physical torment of being a brood-mother. A gargle escapes her lips as she involuntarily slurps down a few of the remaining drops of your potent seed. Her tongue darts out frantically, lapping up some of the cum still dripping down in thick wads off of her chin. You almost pity her. Almost. You have barely started.

It is time to liberate the rest of Aliénor's body. You raise yourself up on your hind legs and stretch out two sharp claws, dragging your talons downwards with precision and determination, shearing away both the rubbery webbing and the armour underneath. Aliénor's breasts spring forth, followed by her toned stomach. Her torso is covered in a thin layer of sweat, droplets trickling towards the ground at a snail's pace. You are more gentle as you near her sex, opening the leather trousers shielding it from your view with a delicate touch. Only a neatly-trimmed patch of brown hair protects her modesty, and the wetness seeping from between her folds is palpable. Finally, you strike for the last time, removing what remains of the captain's armour with an impatient slash. Aliénor lies spread before you, naked, open and defenceless. As if in response, you feel your spidery form pulse with a wave of urgent lust. A womb in need of filling cannot be made to wait.

You press yourself against the exhausted woman, your prickly hairs standing to attention at the contact as you lower yourself onto her. The spongy silk beneath her absorbs your weight and you wrap several spindly legs around her as if in an embrace. The warmth of her body is delightful. Her belly heaves under you in unwanted anticipation. You can hear her breathing quicken, coming now in ragged, excited pants. Your eight eyes flicker to her face but you see little emotion, save perhaps an primal desire etched onto her lips. Her gaze is elsewhere, whether lost in despair, madness or ecstasy you know not. You feel a great contraction in the depths of your spinneret, and you ovipositor re-emerges, the fat, opaque appendage flopping out inelegantly. You halt for a second, then press it hard against Aliénor's sex. You draw her into you.

Pop! You stuff yourself into Aliénor and a hot wetness envelops you. The woman beneath you is already dripping in expectation, and you hold her tightly as you thrust into her for the first time. She awakens suddenly, realisation flooding into her eyes, and yells in pleasure as you lunge deeper. You feel her stretch out her arms across your dark, fleshy undercarriage as if eager to egg you on. You withdraw slightly before pushing in again, and then again, until you begin thrusting rhythmically and methodically, each time delving a little further than before. Each push elicits a response from your prize, now a long, soft moan, then a sudden frenzied cry. You feel her buck against you in return, fighting against the restricting cocoon to mimic your own movements, which become more urgent. Your entire mass begins to thrash as you plunge your prehensile cock into Aliénor's womb. She screams wildly in pleasure.

You only manage to keep going for a few minutes. The smooth, velvety walls of Aliénor's insides clamp around you urgently, caressing every ridge of your inhuman shaft, drawing you ever further inwards and your speed only increases over time. The sensation is indescribably good, the tightness squeezing your every inch all the more intensely as you **** yourself past the initial resistance of her cervix. The juices of Aliénor's sopping wet cunt ease your passage and you impale her mercilessly, heaving your entire body over and over again as you stretch out inside her. The alcove is filled with the noise of slapping flesh and loud, incessant groaning as Aliénor approaches release. You feel your own body shiver uncontrollably as her pussy contracts suddenly around you, trapping you in its warm embrace. Aliénor lets out a delighted scream as she explodes in orgasm and as she spasms passionately you erupt inside of her. Pumping in and out frantically as a surge of your cum floods her pussy, your last, treasured thought, more animal than human, is that Aliénor is yours forevermore.