Yes

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. It takes maybe half an hour for you to notice the growing bulge beneath you as you laze amongst the webbing and supple flesh clinging to every inch of your frame. The first warning is an unpleasant tickling across your own belly, as if something was scampering across it. You raise yourself with difficulty, glancing briefly at the cum-drenched captain underneath. Her eyes are glazed over and her thoughts seem elsewhere, if she is still able to think at all. Stodgy pools of congealing semen still cover her features. Other than that lovely sight, her face appears normal...

It's only when you finally hoist yourself off Aliénor completely that you see that the rest of her body is changing beyond recognition. Stuck to the alcove wall like a particularly juicy fly caught in a web, she now droops forward, held only loosely in place by the spongy nets around her. You expel several new, thicker strands of silk to tie her back into place as you admire the transformation taking place before you.

Aliénor's breasts are magnificent, and enormous. Three times their original, modest size, at the least, the succulent globes hang down invitingly from her chest, erect nipples standing to attention, already dripping milk. Somehow they have maintained their firmness, but when you raise your talons to cuddle them, they are soft and yield easily to your touch. How you would love to bury yourself between them. Even more striking though, is her belly. What before had been a toned, athletic stomach has been replaced by a great, swollen belly, bulging as if the skin had been pulled too tightly across. It has been all of thirty minutes since your coupling, and, by human standards, Aliénor already looks nine months pregnant. There! Out of the corner of your eye, you spot a small...something crawling along the captain's insides, some sort of beast trapped behind the muscle. It quickly dawns on you that the 'thing' is shortly to be one of your horrendous offspring, and that it will have plenty of brothers and sisters.

Without warning, Aliénor lets out a shout. You see her eyes roll suddenly into place and come back into focus. Her breathing grows ore urgent and pained. She stretches her arms around her distended belly and writhes restlessly against the cocoon holding her in place. You see movement below the surface of her skin, as if many miniature legs were scurrying downwards, trying to escape. You gaze wander down to her still sodden sex, and you see a tiny, dark appendage stick out through the gap.

Aliénor gasps in pain and her belly ripples as the first of your spawn forces its way out. You stare unflinchingly ahead as a spindly leg emerges, pushing forward with intent against the narrow exit blocking its path to freedom. With visible ****, she spreads her legs wider and wider and, tentatively, her pussy begins to expand. It seems to lessen the discomfort. A series of contractions take control and Aliénor's upper thighs begin to tremble. A dribble of your cum leaks out, as well as another leg, then another. A dark, bristly head. A sharp intake of breath, and then a relieved whistle. Release. With a final exertion for your mate, a small, unimpressive creature flops out, only to disappear amongst the dense webbing that surrounds you on all sides.

It is but the first of many, a litter of seven to be precise, but each birth is easier than the last. By the end, Aliénor pops the final one out with a hint of pride, watching it with a smile tugging at her lips as the critter rights itself before skittering away into the dark. Such is the fate of every human broodmother, doomed to a life of endless breeding. It is at first an undoubtedly harrowing experience, but in time can become a joyous cycle of birthing and feeding. Aliénor appears to have taken to it rather quickly. She bats her eyes at you expectantly, stretching her moist entrance open for your pleasure. She is well and truly gone.

Aliénor waits patiently for you to claim her once more, but, unfortunate though it may be, time is of the essence. Your newest mate shall henceforth know nothing but the sight of this breeding chamber and the bulging pressure of your throbbing, bestial cock. But not right now. Mélanie and Clémence are still at large, and both of their wombs remain undoubtedly just as fertile.