“No, wait!”

You manage to give a quick protest before your moistened gates yield to the pressure of the thick organ. An electric shock runs up your spine as your maidenhead is torn apart by the invading object. A feeling that starts as pain quickly transforms into pleasurable heat as the venom twists your senses.

The slimy organ begins to push and pull out of you with slow thrusts. Your whole body grows alit with a bizarre yet pleasurable sensation. You let the spider fuck your moist tunnel while small moans and gasps escape your hanging jaw. You never thought your first time would be like this, but it grows harder and harder to care.

You feel the spider stop its thrusting, the tip of its spider cock lodged deeply inside you. You look back between your legs and see a bulge slowly make its way down the milky tube. You hardly react as you see it slowly make its way to the joining of your sexes. You’re too overcome with lust to even feel shock from realizing the true intentions of this monster. The bulge disappears inside you. Your hypersensitive cunt feels the bump every inch of the way as it travels deep inside you and pops free of the spider’s ovipositor. The weight of a perfectly round egg, the size of a chicken’s, sits heavily inside your birth canal. It’s cool, smooth surface tickles your cervix, making you thankful that it wasn’t **** even deeper.

The spider begins to saw its fat organ once more in and out of your slick folds. A numbing sensation begins to crawl up your back. You wonder for a second whether the spider injected you with another dose of venom, but you’re quick to realize that it’s actually your own orgasm rising through your body. Your eyes roll upward as your senses are rocked by your climax. You smile and moan blissful as you experience a release unlike any other. You buck and writhe uncontrollably, falling over to your side. Whatever the spider’s venom has done to your senses has made your orgasm feel ten times as powerful.

Your high calms down quickly, leaving you wanting more. You roll over on your back and raise your pelvis in the air, being careful not to crush your newfound lover. You grow eager for more of this feeling, staring hungrily at the ovipositor that fucks you at a painfully slow pace. A white froth of your overabundant fluids and the ovipositor’s own slimy lubrication forms around your pussy lips. You lightly thrust back at the beast’s cock despite knowing that it won’t make the creature pound at you any faster.

All sense of logic is lost. Your arms wander aimlessly through the dirt and grass beneath you as you feel yourself in heaven. Your fingers brush against something metal.

Your knife.

You instinctively warp your fingers around the wooden handle, but you are too far gone in lust to do much else with it.

A part of you tries to muster the will to use it against the creature, but the base part of your brain refuses to let go of the pleasure you’re subjected to. You try and raise the knife, a part of your mind screaming to stab it into the creature. Inch by inch, you raise it, but it quickly fall back to the ground when you feel the arachnid stop and begin to push a second egg into your body. The bump of the round object squeezing past your soiled labia makes you explode with another orgasm. Your eyes once more roll backwards and you arch your back.

“By the gods. Yes!” you scream out into the forest.

As the sparks in your vision fade, you see the bulge of the spider egg on your abdomen, making a noticeable bump that travels further inside you. Your heart flutters, not with a wanton need, but with a fear. You finally, truly realize your situation through the lust filled haze. The spider is using you as a vessel for its own procreation, uncaring of your pleasure or whether you’ll survive the birth. It’s not making love to you, its breeding with you.

You raise the knife again. The spider begins to fuck you slowly, preparing itself and you for a third egg. Your body begins to quickly yearn for more pleasure. You can’t help it. You need more of it.