Chapter 220 - Drained

The shift never stopped. As soon as one spider-woman slid off him, thighs trembling, folds drooling a slick trail down his shaft, another was already climbing into place, gripping his shoulders or chest with shaking hands and lowering herself onto him with an obscene squelch. Their bodies were flushed deep red from strain and heat, swollen lips spreading impossibly wide to take him again, the puffed folds glistening so much they looked lacquered. Some hissed at the sting when they first sank down, their breath catching, but the pain only seemed to push them harder, as if the ache meant they were being fed exactly what they craved. Those waiting their turn hovered close, rubbing their soaked slits against his thighs, stomach, or the sides of his shaft, murmuring about how they needed to feel their wombs beaten full again, how empty they were without him pulsing inside.