Kinky_Gamer_Sophia >> #1700327
Posted on 2019-04-21 23:46:31 Score: 32 (vote Up) ( Report comment )

I have arachnophobia but this might help me beat it

Ohanzana >> #1706607
Posted on 2019-04-24 20:15:41 Score: 13 (vote Up) ( Report comment )

would it help if it layed its eggs into you and made you bear them while keeping you bound?

Couldn't resist ;p

Anonymous >> #2484075
Posted on 2020-01-12 09:10:22 Score: 27 (vote Up) ( Report comment )

As the effects of the spider's earlier bites began to fade with time, Iris began to regain her senses. She blinked, half in and half out of a stupor, slowly feeling her numb body returning to her control. Eventually, she was able to focus better than before, looking around groggily. A bit painfully. Since that defeat to the beast, she had no idea what had happened. She'd been knocked out, effectively overwhelmed by the arachnid's poisonous ambush. Considering she had been beaten by the monster, she was honestly shocked to even be awake. That she hadn't been finished off, made into another meal- A slight movement somewhere made her flinch more awake, making her now realize she barely had the strength to even cringe. She might be awake. But she was helpless too. And not only because she was starting to wake from the poison. To her further dismay, she literally could not move. Weakly managing it, she looked to her wrists and legs. What she found there did not help her spirits. Strong Webbing bound her arms and legs apart, with her arms over her head and her legs below her. Although not dinner, she was in the creature's nest without escape. And as for the spider, with her heart racing in her weak body, it could take all of the time in the world now to get back to her- Another movement alerted Iris. The web shook slightly but not because of her. Too late, she realized she was not as alone as she'd thought. She just began to struggle however she could as spidery arms rose around her from below. The creature was underneath her, effectively wrapping its limbs around her torso in turn. Most gripped her around the belly, pulling the monster closer to her. Iris whimpered at the alien contact, expecting more bites to hit her exposed back. The bites never came though. Iris tried to keep up with the event as two more limbs grabbed just above her chest, hoisting the predator even closer to the confused prey. Helping it get into position for- Iris felt two more spider limbs suddenly seize her already parted, bound legs, forcing them even further apart. Unsure what was going on, trying to keep track of everything, she awkwardly raised her head to see over the alien legs clamping around her stomach. There, raised up between her trapped legs, radiating with heat, dripping with moisture, white flesh throbbing intensely, she saw... something. The spider shifted underneath her, tugging her head back down in the process. Then, with a gasp, her mind racing, Iris felt whatever below start rubbing against her womanhood. She realized instantly that she wasn't meant to be dinner. She was meant to be something else. And at this thought - of being that something else - she defiantly closed her legs. Such defiance was not easily managed. Or lasted long. She was weak from the venom. And although her managing to close her legs was impressive, the spider still clung to her said legs with its own. It made her efforts harder as she pulled against it and the webbing both, closing her legs. But just as she desperately managed to achieve her aim with a hiss through her teeth, the spider roughly yanked at her legs. Her legs tried to close again. They were roughly tugged back in turn. And after more attempts, Iris's straining hiss turned into a defeated whimper as, weak, her legs were finally pulled back into their former positions. Even if she'd boldly resisted, the prey's efforts had been simply waited out by her predator which - pulling her legs further apart, showing dominance - raised its dripping spear higher than before. For her to more easily see. Awkwardly, being teased, being mocked, Iris still raised her head to see over the spider legs. The white flesh glinted with wetness already, grinding purposefully and easily against her vulnerability. Within the next moment, perhaps impatient with her staring, the arachnid shifted. The two arms just above Iris's chest pulled her head down. Now its legs around her belly blocked her view from the event that was about to take place. The rubbing quickened. The excited predator tightened its grip around the the whimpering prey. The night was young. For the both of them.

XxxEpic_GamerxxX >> #3578053
Posted on 2020-08-13 22:47:55 Score: 6 (vote Up) ( Report comment )

Holy fuck, Anon also Why does this turn me on?

(^人^) >> #4498827
Posted on 2021-01-15 18:13:22 Score: 3 (vote Up) ( Report comment )

Looks like the spider enjoys it, like look at its eyes ! its cute and happy

wigmaBalls >> #13631408
Posted on 2023-04-22 18:45:05 Score: 0 (vote Up) ( Report comment )

I ain't reading allat

nastycumcoveredslut >> #14947189
Posted on 2023-07-23 14:04:02 Score: 1 (vote Up) ( Report comment )

The arachnid like creation was drawn to oxytocin, needing it to be naturally present in any host for it's young. It's venomous bite was enough to make it's chosen victim fall into a stupor, dazed, groggy with sedation even as it's venom triggered oxytocin to release in the soon to be host, but the host's body needed to be heavily saturated for the well being of it;s young, so it bit her again, the second bite from a different set of mandibles with a different venom, this one fired along the nerves and stimulated pleasure centers, making oxygenation and blood circulation increase. The effect was near immediate as it;s chosen host began moaning. It's phallus began to rub and tease her pleasure center, taking feedback from her body on what chemically induced pleasure the best, it made her cum over a dozen times with back arching orgasms again and again and again before her heart gave out. As her last breath rattled in her lungs it pumped it's fertilized eggs within her, then slowly entombed her in a weaving of it's thread. She would be incubator and feast for it's young that would emerge in mere days.