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 feral widow is|The feral widow isn't}] in any condition to fight either. }]You can continue your trek through the nests, or slake yourself first.
[Fuck Vaginally] [Fuck Epigyne] [Tribadism] [ ] [Fuck 2 lolis maybe]
[Take Vaginally] [Fuck Mouth] [Outercourse] [ ] [Fuck 2 shotas maybe]
[Threesome maybe] [-tbd-] [-tbd-] [ ] [Leave]
///Fuck Vaginally "Fuck young spider [if (silly) {cunny|pussy}]." Req penis, no taur (they get epigyne)
The driderling trembles against the mossy soil with ragged breathing. Her carapace gleams faintly with moisture, and her long, tangled hair frames her many-eyed face. Your moves provoke a twitch of fear, but what appears to be curiosity too, innocently unsure what happens when a drider's prey gets the best of them.

Making use of her naivete, you reach out to touch the girl's soft, translucent-white skin. She flinches at first but doesn't lash, only curling her little fingers in the brush and threads beneath her. [if (cor>33) {The girl jolts as you pull in for a kiss, stealing her lips without warning|You run your digits through her hair, and she blinks, leaning into the gesture. The gentle petting has her legs shuffling slightly, and she seems to enjoy it. The driderling's eyes drift close until snapping open at your lips meeting hers}]. Startled, her hands dash up to your chest to push you away, but then hold still.

You press the opportunity in her hesitation, touching lower, feeling her body freeze up, watching her eyes dart around anxiously. Rising heat gathers in her hips as your fingers rub her clit, and her spindle legs trap you against her. For all the tension she so openly displays, she still lets you guide her, and so you lift her higher. Her expression becomes difficult to read, but her front legs press on your shoulders for leverage, raising her body of her own accord, high enough to align her slick, prepubescent labia with your [cocks]. The driderling's eyes flicker between wonder, tension, and lust.

At the touch of your member against her vulva, the limbs around you flinch uncomfortably on your back. It is without doubt that she is unsure of this, but the beading moisture has her pussy feeling like a wet kiss on the tip of your [cocktype]. There's no holding back, and you move your entire body forward, hearing pitched, intermittent gasps as you penetrate her. Your arachnid-girl lover wraps her human arms around you in a tight hug, amplifying your awareness of every jolt. The inner muscles constrict, writhing with no experience to tell if this intrusion is safe. [if (cor > 33) {However, you will not hold back, bucking yourself harder into her kid-cunt|Yet the slickness and her whimpering moans bid you to buck deeper}]. She clutches tighter, burying her face into your [if (height < 60) {neck|[chest]}], shivering from the newness of it all.

Each thrust into the child's unyielding, virgin walls draws a new sound from her throat. Soft gasps, broken moans, and bewildered whimpers make the backdrop of the rutting. Her legs tighten amid another high-pitched grunt, squeezing your waist with instinctive, mounting pressure as she rocks with you. Heat coils around your cock, and you answer it with harder thrusts into her tight depths. Every motion stutters her voice and hastens her breathing. The driderling begins to shake and wrestle in your grasp with each penetration, crying with lust and strain as her hips meet yours in clumsy motions, both of you escalating together toward the edge.

Hitching and groaning, you pound into her with ever greater fervor, your climax swelling to the surface. The pace twist her poorly stifled noises into much louder [if (cor > 33) {and more pained }]yelps. Your cock throbs deep inside as you flood her with hot spurts of cum[if (cumMediumLeast) { that exceed the small chamber's limits, squirting out around your shaft}]. She clings to you through the shudders, unwilling to part from the heat filling her.

One last pained whimper and relieved gasp escapes her as you withdraw your softening [cocktype], [if (cor > 33) {the drider having learned her role when beaten by prey|the drider gently touching the slimy, pink-tinted residue and licking it from her fingers, sinking into a resigned afterglow}].