///Fuck Epigyne. "[if (silly) {The [i:other] pussy|[if (isTaur) {Mount|Lift}] her spider half and fuck it}]." Requires pp and a female driderling
The driderling's eyes remain fixed on you as you [walk] around her. She makes no effort to rise, only twitches slightly as you close in from behind.

Her legs flinch as you place a [hand] against the curve of abdomen. Through the semi-opaque dark chitin, you can see a pulsing shadow that throbs harder at your touch. It's her heart. And she seems to be nervous at her still hardening chitin being fondled so near to such a crucial muscle. Your palm passes over the smooth, warm surface, tickling the anxious girl as you glide your touch to the underside. She yelps as you pull and lift the bulbous mass, surprised and unprepared to the point that she falls forward, arms flailing, forelimbs buckling, and braces against the soil. Around the center of her underside, her abdomen sports a soft, flexing pair of chitinous plates that part as you press on them.

You [if (isTaur) {step over her prone form and align your rear hips to the best of your ability. Pushing|[if (!isnakedlower) {bare yourself and }]push}] against her from the side, [if (isTaur) {you're able|allowing you}] to maneuver your [cock] into place under her, and all the handling has her whimpering and shivering with nerves.

[say:What are you doing?] she asks. The driderling turns to look at you but flinches when she catches your eyes looking back. She doesn't understand the words for any of this, making most explanation of little use, but the sensation of your [cockhead] pressing on her damp epigyne triggers some instinctual grasp. Her eyes go wide.

The first thrust draws a startled cry from her throat, and the inside feels tight, wet, and oddly shaped. For how much larger the spider portion of her appears, the inside is narrow. The girl's yell morphs into a guttural moan as you sink in. Her forelegs twitch and curl, bracing against the ground. You adjust your [if (isTaur) {legs, trying to maintain the angle as you're straddled over the large juvenile spider|grip on her body and legs, steadying yourself}]. It feels like being locked in; her exoskeleton squeezes hard on your shaft, seemingly refusing to let you pull even a[if (metric) { centimeter|n inch}] out. Not deterred, you drag your [cocktype] out to the tip and then thrust back in, getting a heavy grunt out your lover. A sense of rhythm to it develops with another thrust.

You're getting comfortable with the angle of attack now and rest more of your weight on her. Perhaps there is a fleeting thought that her soft, under-developed chitin can't handle the pressure and impact like this, but you nevertheless pound her into the grass with your horny rutting, and she lets loose an expressively erotic yell. Each thrust rocks her forward. The drider child doesn't understand the act fully, but responds with tightening muscles and a needy whine in her voice. The wet grip of her arachnid sex clutches at its invader, trembling around your length.

Her long rear legs reach back and claw at your hips blindly, and her little hands tear the grass up as she holds on amid your every thrust. The fucking drives a shiver through her abdomen. You can feel the pounding of her second heart [if (isTaur) {beneath you|in her exoskeleton}], and the heat mounts. She tightens and convulses as orgasm strikes, a broken wail spilling from her throat. Her cunt grips you fiercely, pulling you to the hilt, and the shudders of her climax drag you over the edge, spilling ropes of cum deep inside her trembling slit. It summons gasps to finally loose your seed.

An extended pause follows. You stay pressed to her for a long moment, twitching. Slowly, she slackens, slumping into the damp brush while a glistening trail of semen drips from her. There is nothing more for you here--it'd be dangerous to linger.