Partners

You glance back at the **** look on her face, and you decide you can't turn her down. "I don't mind continuing on as partners if you don't," you say.

Her beam is brighter than the sun. "Oh, I am so happy to hear that!" she squeals, pulling you into a hug. It's a nice hug, but after a few seconds, she goes quiet, her front legs wrapping around yours as she begins to move forward.

"Er... Xyl?"

She gasps and skitters back. "I am so sorry! I was just so happy and you smelled so good and fertile, and you were right there in my grasp and..." she visibly stops herself from creeping forward towards you again. "It is getting worse. Forget lasting a day. If this keeps up, I will not last the night. If we do not take care of this now, you may be in for a rude awakening by a sex-mad Arachne... unless you want that," she says, blushing.

You feel the heat rising in your own cheeks at the images conjured by that comment.

"Might be a bit dangerous though," she mutters.

That thought only entices you more.

Her eyes land on the collar where it sits next to you. "Either way," she says, picking it up once more, "we should probably get rid of this."

She moves to throw it into the fire, but you stop her. "Don't be too hasty, Xyl," you say. "It might be fun to be unable to refuse, once in a while."

She looks at you. "If you are certain. I do need a decision on when you want to take my eggs though. I will be as gentle as I can."