////Driderling Sex Scenes
////Combat text
A juvenile drider stands ahead, crouched slightly and ready to pounce, making it hard to accurately estimate [monster.his] height, but you figure [monster.him] to be around [if (metric) {a meter|four feet}]. [monster.His] spider body is dark red and semi-transparent, showing the flow of blood and constriction of joints as [monster.he] slowly circles you, looking for an opening. Where a spider's head would be, there are instead narrow human-like hips, pale white, that flow up a youthful, undeveloped body. Despite [monster.his] obviously hostile posture, [monster.his] humanoid face is disconcertingly innocent, with all eight eyes examining you curiously.
///LOOT
Black gossamer(common), tough silk (uncommon), widow dagger (rare)
Widow dagger deals decent damage for a dagger, fatigues the target, less raw damage than the cursed dagger.
WDWDAG:Weapon = new Weapon("Widow Dagger", "Red Widow Dagger", "widow dagger", "a widow dagger", ["stab"], 8, 400, "The fang of a red widow. It is thin, surprisingly long, and always seems to have a remnant of venom.", [WeaponTags.CUNNING, WeaponTags.KNIFE]).boostsWeaponCritChance(15).boostsCritDamage(0.7, true);
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The little driderling[if (multiple driderlings) {s lay| lays}] in distress, translucent red chitin flexing as [if (multiple driderlings) {they squirm|[monster.he] squirms}]. [if (feral spider) {[if (multiple ferals) {No|The}] feral widow is in any condition to fight either. }]You can continue your trek through the nests, or slake yourself first.
[fuck them kids] [suck them kids] [and other sins against God]
////Take Vaginally. Req a male driderling. "Gently coax the boy to fuck you."
The driderling boy lies still, his many legs twitching faintly, fangs peeking in open-mouth, shallow breaths. His wide, unblinking eyes fixate on you with worry and dazed confusion[if (lust victory) { while his hands clasp over his aching little erection}]. No words come from him.

You approach with disarming body language, kneeling by his side. Your [hand] reaches to stroke his tangled dark hair, brushing away dirt and web-strands. He stiffens under your touch, spider-limbs pulling inward slightly. Those bright, inhuman eyes track your every motion.

Your fingers drift along the curve of his jaw, then down his neck, over the hard rise of his chest. He shivers at the touch, clearly receptive. You lean in and press your lips to his. He jerks slightly, but you keep close, petting his hair once more as you continue to ease him into it. That two [if (isChild) {children|[if (isDrider) {such different kin|different races}]}] would do this likely never crossed the boy's young mind, but not all outsiders are either predator or prey. His brow furrows in confusion, and you feel the tension in his limbs ebb.

As you part from the driderling, you let him linger in whatever head-space you've put him in, goading him to speak. [say:You didn't bite me,] he says. You suppose you could change that if he wants you to, but instead you press your lips to his neck and trail down. [say:It feels good.]

The kisses make their way down his translucent-white skin--his chest, ribs, tummy--until his breathing deepens with heightened anticipation. At last, the small penis throbbing at his crotch is against your lips, leaking salty pre as you pucker against it. He's just a child, he doesn't know what to do, but instinct awakens. His hips twitch, and his soft hands anxiously grab your head, keeping you in place.

Your [tongue] flicks at the boy's dick, getting feedback in the form of his fingers curling [if (hasHair) {in your [haircolor] tresses|against your scalp}]. As you lightly lick, he both pants and giggles, trying to process the experience. The spindly legs of his spider half twitch and embrace you, and he rocks his hips in your face until you let him push his cock inside, your tongue swirling gently around the crown. His gasp is sharp, high, almost frightened; but, the way his hips push forward tells another story. He's sensitive, painfully so, and your mouth works him slow, savoring every twitch and throb. You bob your head in slow, affectionate motions, watching his expression twist between helpless and euphoric. Not content with only this, you pull back and lean away, [if (!isnakedlower) {fumbling with your gear until }]presenting your [pussy].

Kid or not--half-spider or not--he is a boy, and he knows what to do without understanding it. Still, his reticence starts with only reaching his long forelimbs out to shakily rub your [if (isTaur) {haunches|hips}]. The driderling is clumsy about picking himself up and moving into position, constantly running those front legs along your [if (isTaur) {animal body|[if (isDrider) {chitin|[legs] and torso}]}], but he does manage to poke that juvenile penis against your labia. Taking the final motion yourself, you [if (isTaur) {back|push}] your hips into him, taking the kid's dick inside. His eyes widen[if (isvirgin) { even more than yours}]. He tries to speak, barely managing to formulate a [say: It's so warm,] before your slight shifting makes him gasp again. His whole body shudders like something primal waking up inside him for the first time. [if (isvirgin) {Sharing firsts with him sends a delighted, giddy sensation through you, quickly adjusting to how it feels to get fucked[if (lost virginity before) { again}]. }]{cuntChange}You [if (isDrider) {reciprocate his caresses with your legs|[if (isTaur) {spread your hind legs more|reciprocate his caresses with your [if (tailLeg) {[if (isMer) {soft fin|tail}]|[hands]}]}]}], comforting and welcoming him to enjoy the experience to his heart's content.

He whines, overwhelmed, yet he can't stop, bucking into you in shallow thrusts. The little dick is a wonderful size, even as it doesn't fill [if (isChild) {another child like }]you entirely. The sensation of that squishy but firm phallus sinking and withdrawing in such a limited distance makes your deeper parts coil and shake, trying in vain to suck him in toward your limit. It's an anxious feeling, but one that makes you savor each thrust all the more. The needy breaths turn heavier. Your driderling lover shakes as he fucks you harder and faster, your loins alight with pleasure as he succumbs to his desires completely. You move together, your bodies syncing into a rhythm. The confusion in his eyes melts into awe, watching the point of your connection like it's sacred--like you're teaching him something life-changing. His moans grow loud and desperate, until at last he jerks and spills inside, gasping as if his world just turned upside-down. It's a small load, coming to rest quickly and warmly in your depths.

You rock against him more, pushing yourself to the edge as best you can in spite of his frantic motions and whining. He's overly sensitive, and he did succeed in making you feel good, but you need at least a little longer to cum than he does. You [if (isTaur) {murmur|hold him close, murmuring}] soft praise. It comes crashing in finally, and you moan out loud--louder than you probably normally would with an orgasm this strong. The drider child collapses on you in blissful exhaustion.

If not for the danger of this place, staying like this would be a great idea. Unfortunately, you muster the will to free yourself and set your gear right.