Present yourself to the spider

You spread your legs with a drunken smile and use your fingers to part your pussy lips for the spider. Its black legs reach to you and gently wrap around your body. You wince as you feel the spider’s fangs dig into one of your breasts, but that pain is soon replaced with the blissful feeling of the spider’s venom heating your body.

With the red fruit and spider’s venom coursing through your bloodstream, your mind completely succumbs to its lustful needs. Your eyes light up when you see the spider’s ovipositor pop free of its abdomen and press to your quim.

“Yes! Right there,” you say. Spittle drips from the corner of your mouth as you sit, mouth gaping in anticipation. The thick shaft slowly sinks into your drenched hole, but you’re not content with the gentle entrance. You reach around the spider’s back and pull it against yourself, forcing the milky tube to roughly spread your tunnel in a single thrust. Your head shoots back and you scream out in orgasm.

The spider is confused by your eagerness at first, keeping still, but it soon starts to push in and out of your sopping hole.

“Just like that, love,” you blabber half-coherently to the spider. “I want you to keep fucking me!” You urge it to go faster with your hand and your wiggling pelvis.

Annoyed at your intentness, the spider bites at you again, numbing all your muscles with its poison. You fall back, barely able to move now. Your eyes roll behind your eyelids and gasps escape your pouty lips. You’re on the edge of another, more powerful orgasm. You’re so close to completion, but you’re not quite there. You wish you could reach between your legs and frig yourself right over the threshold, but your arms don’t move. You rely on the spider’s abdomen brushing against your flesh pearl, but the slow pace isn’t enough.

The spider stops completely to your dismay. In your stupor, you almost forgot what follows—what the arachnid’s true intentions are. You’re surprised when you feel the push of the first egg against your labia. You’re quickly reminded when you feel the bulb travel inside you and pop free. Your body welcomes the sensation in full, triggering your orgasm and causing you to scream out in release.

You buck against the spider, unable to stop coming. You have never experienced a sensation like this before. It exceeds everything else you ever felt. The red fruit and the venom made a mess of your brain’s wiring, and this final orgasm causes it all to collapse.

Your consciousness goes blank, no longer able to cope with the pleasure. You awaken sometime later. You look down, seeing your belly already round with eggs. The spider is finished with you, now carefully wrapping your body in its web like last time.

“No…” you hoarsely groan. “You can’t be done. I need more.” You continue to mumble to the arachnid, begging it to breed with you again. You’re eventually silenced by a webby muzzle the spider weaves across your face.

You’re once more hung upside down, and once more retrieved by the kobolds and brought back to their camp. “Don’t worry,” one of them says. “Black Muma give lots of love. Then you give lots of eggs.”

“Lots of eggs! Lots of eggs!” the short creatures cheer.

You smile at the thought. All you want is to feel that spider’s egg-cock penetrate you—it’s all you need. Nothing else matters. You’ll gladly let these creatures prod your pucker daily if you get to feel the thick shaft of the Muma just as often.

You giggle to yourself, knowing that’s exactly what you’ll get for the rest of your hollow existence.