An evening talk

You journey on for most of the day, pausing only when Xyl shoots a couple of birds for dinner.

The sun is low in the sky when she decides to stop for the night. She begins hanging threads between the trees surrounding a small clearing, some thick and obvious, while others are nearly invisible. As she does that, she {if xylAwareOfFantasies=true}orders{else}looks deeply conflicted, before ordering{endif} you to cook.

Once the pair of you finish eating, Xyl tells you she has something she wants to talk about.

"I was raised from a young age to be the perfect little Arachne," she begins. "I listened to mother, respected our traditions, and caused trouble just to make her slaves do more work. I was awful.

"Then, a few years back, a group of adventurers passed through. I happened to be close enough to hear a loud, drunken conversation about missing their partners back home, and about how those partners would probably scold them for getting so drunk. It made me realise... there are plenty of races who can find someone to breed with, to be with, without needing to take them by ****. Are we Arachne truly so repulsive in our looks or deeds that that would be impossible? Are we so set in our ways that no one has tried, or are those who did try merely forgotten as failures?

"I do not know," she trails off, eyes sliding down towards your crotch, before snapping out of it.

"Mother hoped to **** me into something I would regret. She got my eggs fertilised, putting me on a time limit before my instincts drive me into a breeding frenzy. She hoped I would lose control and **** you full of eggs, and I admit, I feel the urges starting to stir. I have maybe a day or two before they become unbearable. So before I stop caring, I am going to give you a choice."

She takes a deep breath. "In a few moments I am going to remove your collar. If you choose to leave, I will not stop you. I would not want to stay around someone who had enslaved me either, especially not given my current condition{if xylAwareOfFantasies=true}, though given what you said earlier, that might not apply to you{endif}. I would be disappointed, but I would get over it, and my body would eventually eject the eggs to prevent them from being a danger to me. My maps show a human town a few miles that way," she points, "so I am sure they would take you in.

"You can choose to put the collar back on. If you take that option, I will take that as truly wanting to be my ****, and I will be doing it properly this time. I will treat you as a regular broodslave. You will not speak to me or any other Arachne unless spoken to, be told to do things without any regard for your opinion, refer to me as Mistress and yourself as Broodslave Tarissa, and you will be kept constantly pregnant with my eggs. I would at least try to treat you better than my mother would.

"Or..." she hesitates. "You could stay without the collar. We could go on together as partners. You would carry my eggs when you wanted to, though admittedly you would not have much choice with these ones. And if things do not work out, we could choose to part ways at a later time.

"I am afraid you must choose now," she says, standing to move behind you. "Even tomorrow morning, my instincts will keep me too possessive of potential egg-carriers to allow you to leave."

The collar comes away from your neck, and she sets it down next to you.