My mouth waters. My venom glands throb eagerly, and the sweet taste fills my mouth.
“Please,” she begs, sweat-damp curls sticking to her face. “Please, they’re so full…”
“Soon, little cow. If I drain you now, I’ll hurt you.” I say it to remind myself.
“I don’t care,” she moans, head lolling. “It already hurts.”
“It’ll hurt more.”
“I don’t care!” Her sobs jostle her breasts, worsening her plight. “Please… just milk me already…fuck…”
I lean close to her cheek, taking a deep breath of that incredible scent. Heat radiates from her. “But it’s so fun to listen to you beg…”
She shudders with a guttural moan.
Thrill rises in my chest. “So responsive to my venom…”
“Please! I’m so full…”
“Ah-ah…”
“I need it… please…”
“You need patience.”
“Sylvus!”
My breath catches as the sound of my name, turned to a desperate plea on her lips, goes straight to my glands. Warmth pulses through my abdomen. My legs slide reflexively over each other, clicking and vibrating with the mating rattle. I force them to still, clinging to the webbing with my toes to keep them in place.
“Andromeda…”
“Why won’t you touch me?” she sobs, hormones suddenly shifting toward distress. “Why don’t you want me…”
My body snaps forward, and I grab her face, gripping it tight.
Her green eyes shine up at me, full of relief as she leans into my rough touch.
My breath shakes. “Let me assure you, Andromeda. I want youfarmore than I should. You feel this way because of the hormones of the transformation. It will pass.”
But she’s not listening to me. With surprising strength, she twists her head and gets my thumb in her mouth, closing and sucking.
I tighten my grip on my web even as my legs strain against it. My body tenses in a shuddering wave.
I lean closer to her neck, where her skin is still red with the crescent shape of my mark. I could bite her again… in this state, she’d be mine forever.
I close my eyes to block out her pleading expression.
My pedipalps, leg-like limbs usually tucked peacefully at the base of my humanoid torso, knead and drip from the slits in their smooth ends, aching for the heat of her cunt.
I never quite understood why other Arthropoids get so attached to their pets. I see the general appeal, of course, but I never had a problem passing them on. Never felt my pedipalps stir.
Until now.
Her cunt is so close, it would be so easy to slice through the silk…
I force deep breaths as clear, hot fluid drools down the front of my Arachnoid thorax.
She sucks my thumb deeper, tongue sliding along my palm.
