Use caution

You look down and can barely see the forest floor beneath you. You're weary from your battle with the spiders and from climbing up to this point. Though the risk that the disgusting monster holding Indra captive might breed her at any moment is real, you cannot afford to slip up now, literally. You'll do her no good at all if you plummet to your ****, and you cannot be sure that the Ettercap hasn't left some sort of trap for an unlikely intruder.

With the holy sword sheathed upon your back to help center your balance, you take measured steps down the limb of the tree you're currently perched upon and leap to the next branch in line. You pause only for a moment to find your balance before making your way down the length of the next branch.

The next jump is the critical one - you need to cross several meters of empty space and you have only a few feet of "platform" to stick your landing. Some momentum here would have helped you cross the gap, so instead you'll have to aim to catch the branch. You study the jump again - you can't afford to misjudge here - and then sense something is wrong. The feeling is base, primal... it's an emotion so simple it barely registered at all, if not for the sheer intensity of it.

Hunger. Anticipation. Attack.

That's all the warning you get... but it's enough. Your weapon is out in a flash and slices through the air above your head in an arc that takes the head off one massive arachnid. Its corpse crashes through the branches below you for a few seconds before you hear a dull splat. Another spider lands on your branch only a few paces away, but you bring your blade to bare before it can leap at you.

It's a tense stalemate - the spider doesn't charge into your waiting weapon, but you lack the sure-footing to attack it. You can't afford to let it hold you at bay forever though, so you slowly start to slide forward... which is when it rears back and shoots a thick rope of web at you. The sticky stuff tangles up your weapon before the arachnid yanks toward itself. Your survival instinct kicks in and you drop your weapon rather than be pulled off-balance. Like the corpse of the spider you felled before this one, it too plummets noisily to the forest floor.

There's no opportunity to panic before the monster is upon you. Disarmed, it leaps and drives you back against the trunk, pinning you there. Frantic hands grab at its face to keep that venomous bite away from you. The weight and the stink of it is overwhelming.

"Get off of me, you gods damned... piece of shit!" Fear and repulsion turn to anger as you struggle, and you feel your fingers press into the carapace of its head. You don't think about the gore running down your arms - you just tear at it for all your worth. To your surprise, great chunks of gore fall from its face. It screeches and flings itself away from you, blinded after the mauling you gave it.

"What did I...?" You look at your hands. Your fingers are covered in thick red and green fluids... and they also end in vicious talons. You can't help but to look again. The tips of your fingers have elongated and tapered into hardened claws, which revert back into soft fingertips once again at a thought.

The massive spider is still shaking its head, trying to fight off the pain of the awful wound you inflicted. A feral grin tugs at the corners of your lips as you stalk toward it, daemonic claws emerging once again. A couple of well-placed swipes ends the miserable creature's existence.

Indra couldn't believe her luck. Life before her mate wasn't worth remembering, but now she was on her back, her belly stretched over-full with Ettercap eggs, and soon she'd feel that warm, thick slime shooting inside, fertilizing all of the young packed inside her womb.

"Oh... oh yes... are you close? I want you to fill me so bad..." She bucked her hips to meet each of his thrusts and cupped her breasts together, playing with her own nipples. Indra was still mostly clothed - her pants had simply been torn open and she had loosened her vest just enough to get to her own tits. Her lover hadn't wasted time with unnecessary steps like stripping her - she was hot and needy for his brood, and he was gracious enough to give her exactly what she wanted.

A bit higher up on Indra's chest, just above her collarbone, but not quite on her neck, was a pair of puncture marks, which had swollen up into a hard knot, but she wasn't aware of that. Nor was she aware of how its venom was altering her perception of the monstrous **** or how it was inducing estrus.

She was very aware when his thrusts slowed, and he looked away from her for a few moments, gazing at something outside of the nest. She wanted very badly to wrap her legs around him and pull his thick cock back inside so he could finish her off... but if there was a danger to the nest, maybe it would be better if he finished her off later. After all, she wasn't planning to go anywhere...