Try to enjoy it

You simply groan into the drider's mouth, feeling your slick juices slide down your thighs. At long last, the drider detaches from your lips, a mocking smile on her face as she recognizes your intense arousal. A series of consecutive clicking noises emanate from her lower body, and you watch as her abdomen seems to almost extend, the dripping tip of a foot-long ovipositor sliding out from the rest of the bulbous flesh. It's segmented, widening every few inches into a knot, thinning out slightly in between.

One of her hands finds your left breast and begins to squeeze, toying with the tender mound, taking your mind slightly off of what is about to happen. Seconds later, you feel the prying touch of her tip against the lips of your sex, as she begins to slide her egg-laying instrument inside of your body with little pretense or mercy. Each bulb of the organ stretches your entry slightly as it passes through, triggering a wave of pleasure every few seconds. Somehow, she manages to fit most of her member within you before you feel it pressing at the entrance to your womb, but she's undeterred, and begins to slowly withdraw before again sliding inside, settling into a rhythm of steady thrusts.

Quickly, painfully, you reach an orgasm, your head pressing into the wall and mouth hanging open as the remnants of the drider's venom drips from your mouth. Heedless of your sudden pleasure, the drider continues to ravish your pussy without mercy, the walls of your sex providing all the lubrication that is needed to continue its thrusting motion.

Shortly after your orgasm, she starts to make sets of quick chittering noises, and her abdomen seems to pulse and bulge as a round object begins to make its way down her ovipositor. The first of her eggs catches on the edge of your lower lips, but pushes its way inside regardless, forcing its way inside. It makes its way to the very end of the long, spindly organ before she finally forces open the entrance to your womb, depositing the egg directly inside.

This process repeats itself almost twenty times, the eggs not much larger than that of a chicken's, before the drider finally detaches herself from your body, breathing heavily with exertion and arousal. She makes a few more clicking noises before spitting on the webs that bind your legs and feet, dissolving them and allowing you to fall to the floor, but also allowing slightly more of the aphrodisiac to soak into your skin. The monster, finally satisfied, turns and vanishes back around the corner she exited from.