The morning after

You groan as you are jostled awake. Your belly hurts. Your pussy hurts. Your ankle hurts.

Someone, presumably Xyl, tears frantically at the front of your cocoon, and soon you are free. She has tears running down her face and a look of sheer relief when she sees you. "I am so sorry, Tarissa," she practically bawls. "Are you OK?"

You tell her that other than the expected aches where the eggs went in, you hurt your ankle.

She immediately focuses her attention on the sore ankle, eliciting a pained hiss from you as she briefly pokes at it. She's starting to calm down now, but she still looks upset. "OK. It is not good, but it could have been so much worse. We are never letting me get that far gone again. I could have killed you! The way I found you hanging this morning, that is how my ancient ancestors used to treat their victims. They would ambush and **** them and leave them like that to die, and it was often injuries sustained during the impregnation which killed them first.

"I almost had a heart-attack seeing you strung up like that. I was worried I would open it up and find your corpse."

You try to assure her that she didn't do any permanent damage but she is having none of it.

"I left you strung up for my babies to eat your remains!" she shouts. "You should hate me!"