The silk pulsed.
It wasn't just a thread now—it was a living thing, tightening in little rhythmic squeezes around his chest and throat, syncing with his heartbeat until every twitch sent a shiver through the entire web. His breath came in shallow gulps, sticky with the sweetness of venom and musk clogging the air, a suffocating perfume that made his cock twitch even when his mind begged for stillness.
He didn't even notice the last orgasm finish before the next spider-woman lowered herself over him, her shadow blotting out the glow of the bioluminescent sacs hanging from the ceiling. Her hips hovered an inch above his raw, gleaming shaft, strands of web dripping from her elbows as she braced herself. The moment her heat kissed his tip, his spine arched against the bindings like a reflex, and the threads bit deeper for it, cutting red lines across his wrists.
