Chapter 221 - Bound for the brood

The web beneath him wasn't just for comfort anymore. Thin strands clung to his arms first, unnoticed at the start, little sticky threads brushing his skin as they shifted around him. But as another spider-woman rolled her hips down on him, groaning with that glazed look in her eyes, more strands slid across his forearms, across his wrists, weaving tight in seconds. By the time he noticed, they had already anchored him deep into the silken bed. The rider grinned wickedly when she saw him strain against it, her hips grinding slow, making the stretch drag out until his cock throbbed. She leaned down, her voice husky, lips curling as she whispered how good it felt to have him finally trapped — no pulling out, no breaks, no mercy.