Perhaps, but not for a bit...

Constance was feeling a mixture of adrenaline and ecstasy as she felt the arachnid mount her, the venom coursing through her body and the aphrodisiac making her unbelievably horny. She stared forward with both need and fear at her attacker...

She froze up, and not entirely just because of the venom paralysing her... But spiders were for Constance the absolute worse. Arachnophobia had set in many months ago from her past expeirences as an adventurer. Memories began to fly back into her head of travelling alongside her friends... She remembered waking up in camp once to find giant spiders overrunning it only to be immediately paralysed and dragged away. She had awoken then in a cocoon, trapped inside before hours later being finally cut out by her friends - having escaped a narrow ****. Another time she was also paralysed after a spider struck her from out of nowhere, and she had seen them constantly on her journeys. More than the hags she had previously met, or the elementals or the pirates, the spiders scared her the most.

Yet here she was completely at one's mercy, trapped inside hardened slime as this spider was getting ready to **** her, yet all she could feel was nothing but horniness... It could be so easy to surrender, just give in and be bred... Bare its eggs... Bare its children... Have her freshly ravaged but tight pussy clamp down on its ovipositor inside her... Before moving on to her virginal backside and...

NO! She had to fight it, she had to... She tried desperately to steal her mental willpower back, but things were going south FAST. She looked on in fear as the spider was getting ready to fuck her...

(Constance is paralysed and restrained and cannot act for 1 turn!)