No

Some time passes in the darkness of your cocoon. The only sound is the ragged heaving of your intertwined bodies. Your bulky undercarriage expands and contracts peacefully as you lie contentedly in Aliénor's soft, warm embrace, and she pants heavily, drawing in deep, regular breaths. Eventually, with a heavy heart, you lift yourself up on your many legs, stretching out to your full height with a contented clicking of your mandibles. Aliénor looks peaceful amidst the thick webbing holding her upright and in place. Covered in sticky patches of creamy seed, she sleeps gently. A slight bulge in her stomach is testament to your potency.

You would very much like to linger here to witness the birth of your offspring, to watch them suckle on Aliénor's tempting breasts, to fill her anew...but time is of the essence. The longer you spend here, the greater the chance that either Mélanie or Clémence could be claimed by one of your minions of their own accord. It would be a terrible shame to let such wonderful bodies go to waste on the dick of some mindless beast when they could instead be stuffed full of your own, hungry cock. You don't know if your poor heart could bear the sight of one of the girls in the maw of some unspeakable horror, her every hole being ravaged mercilessly as she screams in terror and wails in delight. At least, that is, if the nameless abomination wasn't yours truly.

You glance one last time at Aliénor, letting your gaze hover on her soaked pussy. The light hair above her mound is matted and stuck together with a generous coating of your syrupy cum. Your lips twitch upwards with a hint of pride and your hideous mouth clacks open in a poor imitation of human speech. 'I'll be back soon, darling', you say.