Stay calm and slowly move the knife towards it

You hesitate for a second. You fear that the creature will panic and fill you with more venom. You slowly move the knife with your shaking hands towards the creature clinging to your back.

You try and calmly press the blade to its body, but with every moment you spend, your thoughts get pushed further and further towards a hodgepodge of pleasure. The cold blade presses to the slick abdomen of the spider, but you can’t push yourself to impale it.

As if sensing your intentions, the spider digs its fangs into your soft flesh. You scream out from the pain. Your hands shake uncontrollably, and you drop the knife beside you.

More venom rushes into your system. You can’t focus on anything besides the tube slowly fucking in and out of your over-stretched quim. You fall to your side and kick your leg up, keeping yourself spread wide for your lover. You prop yourself on one arm, while the other reaches back behind you to tenderly hold the spider close to your body.

Your mouth hangs open wide as you mewl for the monster. “It’s so good. So good,” you blather to the creature.

The spider reward your eagerness with another egg, pushing it up its stem and into your wanting body. You quake in another orgasm, your hot, inner muscles gripping at the ovipositor and the three eggs trapped inside. You gush with your own fluids from the intense feeling, drenching your inner thighs.

The creature continues on with you, fucking at you in a torturously slow pace before adding another round egg to the clutch. It does it again and again like this. You’re given time to stretch and get used to each one while the spider preps another. Your belly grows wider with each egg. You lose track of time or count of how many eggs are **** inside you.

By the time you feel the creature stop its thrusts and slowly pull its mucousy pod from your overstuffed hole, your tummy has the appearance of being at least four months pregnant.

You lay sprawled on your side, your vision hazy, your body sweaty, and your breathing labored. The venom and the multiple orgasms you suffered have left your mind blank. However, despite your body already being satisfied, the spider is not done with you yet. You feel it shimmy itself down your body. You look between your legs, seeing the ovipositor retreating back into the spider’s abdomen. But just below it, another tube pushes its way out.

The spider doesn’t waste time sticking this new cock into you. You give a half-hearted groan, your nerves feeling burned out. The arachnid doesn’t **** you with further pleasure, letting its prick simply push inside you before beginning to pulse. You feel a flood of something coming from the tip, coating the eggs before overflowing out past your pussy lips. With a final slurp, the spider withdraws and crawls off of you. You feel the slurry the spider injected inside your tunnel begin to thicken, sealing the spider young inside you.

You continue to lay there, wondering what you should do. You can hardly gather your thoughts after what you’ve just been through. You fear that your fate is sealed now alongside the spider eggs.

Try as you might to gather your strength and get up, your body doesn’t even respond. At best you can just lay still and get some rest, hoping to figure out what to do in the morning. As you try and rest your weary form, you feel a tickling at your feet. You open your eyes and look down.

You see that the spider is spinning a web around your ankles, tying them together. It continues to move upward, wrapping your lower limbs in the webbing. The creature even begins to roll you around so that it can completely spin the web all the way around your body, showing surprising strength for its size.

You don’t fight back. You simply can’t, even if you wanted to. The creature envelopes your form with its webbing, moving from your legs all the way to the top of your head. The tough web keeps your limbs from moving and leaves your eyes and mouth covered.

The creature begins to pull you along the ground before it hoists you into the air, hanging you upside down. You feel yourself swinging back and forth from what you imagine is a nearby tree, looking like a white cocoon.

You know your doom is now upon you. Any hope of escaping is gone. You simply swing there from the branches, knowing all you can do is wait.