You seal your prize in place and enjoy the fruits of your labour

You reel yourself up slowly with your hind legs towards the canopy of the next. Why rush? Aliénor dangles helplessly between you limbs, the attention of the entire brood pinpointed on her fruitless struggles. You observe her cruelly as you climb. Completely encased in webbing as she is, you can make out very few features, the curvature of her body being the only aspect readily visible through the dense silk. Her thin frame sways gently as you admire its shapeliness. Aliénor's breasts poke out slightly, locked together tightly as if held in place together by unseen hands. Her thighs are wide-set and her buttocks firm. You gaze longingly at the hidden furrow between Aliénor's long legs and lick your monstrous lips with a prehensile tongue. A speck of venom falls lustfully from your maw onto your captive, burning a hole through the cocoon and the tissue underneath with a searing hiss. A glimpse of soft, pink flesh peeks through and you feel your growing desire turn into a sudden, uncontrollable hunger. Aliénor squirms uselessly.

You reach the ceiling of the nest, Aliénor held tightly against the soft underbelly of your chitinous body, crawling hastily across the innumerable silken ropes that crisscross the lair. You come to one of the many indents that litter the wall like pockmarks. It is little more than an extended crack in the masonry, full to bursting with particularly sticky webbing. You lay Aliénor down carefully amidst the silk, making sure to test the strength and elasticity of the net, adding to the structure with a few fresh, expertly-woven strands of your own. Her inert body sinks deeper and deeper into the crevice as the webbing gradually expands to accommodate her weight, and you push yourself into the hole, eight limbs splayed out over your victim. Trapped helplessly in her cocoon, Aliénor wriggles frantically, but for all her tossing and turning she moves barely an inch.

You draw yourself towards the cocoon in a deliberate fashion so that Aliénor may sense your approaching shadow, coming to a rest so that your bulky undercarriage hangs just above her wrapped head, which you grasp between two hairy appendages. A muffled scream escapes and Aliénor thrashes from side to side. Extending your other limbs across the length of her body, you hold the bounty hunter still. You swipe your pincers downwards in one fell movement and the clinging ropes masking Aliénor's face fall away in pieces. A long mane of dark hair bursts forth, quickly entangled in the all-encompassing nest. Eight eyes swivel downwards in unison as you crane your head to admire your hard-won prey.

Deep, brown pupils stare back at you in mute horror. Soft, scarlet lips tease you, hinting at a warm mouth half-agape in terror. Aliénor, splayed powerless and terrified before you, takes a moment to react. You see her inhale sharply, filling her lungs as she prepares to scream. You react unthinkingly, as if the movement is programmed into your bestial blood. A thick, white appendage bursts from your spinneret and you scuttle forward, seizing Aliénor's head in two foul claws. You wrench yourself towards her violently and as the cry escapes her lips, you thrust yourself forcefully into her unwilling mouth.

It is warm and soft inside, and you feel yourself expand rapidly until you reach the wet inner layers of Aliénor's cheeks. She wriggles desperately underneath you, as if struggling to breathe, but you inhale and, through some unknown biological adaption, the air passes out through your growing member to your prisoner's windpipe. A sudden suction grips the length of your shaft as Aliénor breathes in suddenly, relieved at the flow of oxygen. You look down satisfied at your new companion, the tears in her eyes imploring you to stop as she accommodates you with obvious and arousing difficulty. Unflinchingly, you slowly push yourself further and further into narrow orifice. A choked groan erupts at the intrusion, which serves only to excite you even more. You latch onto the back of Aliénor's head with two sharp talons, withdrawing your length slowly before forcing yourself back in with greater and greater intensity. In. Out. In. Out. The moist tunnel of Aliénor's gullet presses around you tightly, squeezing your monstrous organ more and more with every thrust until you can no longer stand the exquisite pressure.You explode abruptly, a torrent of liquid cascading down Aliénor's esophagus as she coughs and splutters, swallowing as much of your seed as humanely possible. Spasms erupt along your length, each one drawing more and more liquid forth as you empty yourself blissfully. Aliénor, unable to match your speed, begins to spasm uncontrollably. You remove yourself at last and admire your work. Aliénor lies motionless, lost to the horrific ordeal. A gooey layer of sperm coats her pale skin and slops forlornly from her yawning mouth.