////Combat description
The arachnid must be over [if (metric) {a meter and a half|five and a half feet}] tall at the least, but her array of crimson legs crouch and move too much to get an exact idea. The large, dark red spider body contrasts the light complexion of her human half that rises from where a spider's head otherwise would be. If human standards are anything to go by, she seems to have just finished maturing, with an attractive dark-haired young woman's appearance from hip to head, and clad in darkened silk that covers up to her ample chest, leaving her shoulders bare. Makeshift sleeves dangle open around her arms. She might be called beautiful. Though, the extra 6 eyes and pair of needle-like fangs could dissuade some people.
///Victory!
The [if (multiple driders) {last }]red widow drider shivers and stumbles before collapsing to the ground, holding herself as her array of legs curl inward.[if (feral spider) { Her feral cousin[if (multiple feral spiders) {s look| looks}] just a vulnerable, unable to fight on.}]
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//Fuck. You will need a penis and good taste in monster girls
You approach with no attempt to hide your intent, [if (isnakedlower) {erection on display|working yourself free of your [armor] as you move}]. A splash of black hair spills across her cheek as she turns her head to regard you with all eight eyes.

[say:Is that how outsiders feel about our kind?] she murmurs softly, her expression shifting to a smirk. [say:Or am I just special?] Her arms fold together in front of her cleavage, emphasizing her--by a Marethian standards--modest bosom. The drider's forelimbs retreat close to herself, shuffling anxiously, and perhaps deliberately ruffling her short skirt to let you peek at her glistening vulva. [say:Will you take me? Or will you just keep watching?]

You answer by pulling in for a possessive kiss. The soft silk of her sleeves glide pleasantly over your shoulders as she embraces you. She complies to your desires without hesitation. The two of you collapse low, putting both halves of her on her backs. Her abdomen settles, legs shifting to cradle you[if (tailLeg) { as your [if (underbody.hasscales) {scaly }]tail slides [if (isMer) {its soft fin to and fro|in turn around her}]|[if (isDrider) {rs|[if (isTaur) {r feral body against hers| between them}]}], presenting her wet entrance with no more teasing}]. [if (isTaur) {The first humps of your lower half meet only chitinous ridges and the flexing where her limbs meet her body, but then you slide your [cocks] over slickness, eliciting a light gasp from the drider.

[say:Take it slow,] she requests. Her rear legs massage your haunches, gentle urging you even as she calls for restraint. Knowing the general spot to aim for, you shuffle a bit in place, [feet] stomping the grass until you're lined up. }]She bites her lip and watches you with longing as your [cockhead] parts [if (isTaur) {the softer chitin of her epigyne|her folds}].

[say:Take me any way you want me,] she whispers.

Her slick cunt twitches at the first [if (metric) {centimeter|inch}], but her legs tighten around you, urging you to push inside completely, even as her breath catches. In moments, you've sunk to the hilt and resumed the kiss. Her [if (isTaur) {spider-}]pussy grips you hungrily, inner walls writhing in delighted rhythm.

Soft moans pitch louder as you begin to move, drawing out your dick slowly before sinking back in. The drider groans pleasantly beneath you, her spindly legs splaying and curling in time with your hips. Her nails scratch lightly at your shoulders, alternating between clutching and stroking as pleasure overtakes her.

Her walls flutter with every thrust, milking you, desperate for your seed. Every impact sends wet sounds echoing through the web-strewn canopy above. [say:Yes,] she sings. [say:Breed me, outsider. I want to know I'll bear young that are strong and worthy.]

You're clung to like a vice by the upturned arachnid, pulling you deeper, spurring you faster. Her desires are insistent and primal, a deep need for not mere sex, but to be bred. The moment crashes down on you both, locked in place as her pussy spasms in orgasm, squeezing around your cock as you cum deep inside her. Her twitching legs tap against you and you shudder as you pump your hips through each spurt you can muster until she is panting, dazed, and blissful.

After a long moment, she shifts her upper body to press a kiss to your neck. [say:I'll be sure to remember this,] she murmurs. [say:The outsider whose driderlings I'll raise strong.] Her legs finally loosen, though her body still clings lazily, basking in the warmth of your spent form.

Were you not so aware how dangerous this place is, you might be tempted to linger more, but you withdraw from the well-fucked young woman, brushing off strands of silk and blades of grass.