////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 Vaginally] [Tribadism] [Fuck Epigyne] [ ] [Fuck 2 lolis maybe]
[Take Vaginally] [Get Oral] [-tbd-] [ ] [Fuck 2 shotas maybe]
[Threesome maybe] [-tbd-] [-tbd-] [ ] [Leave]
////Get Oral. Req a male driderling, I guess. I could make it work for both, but I think it's better not. "Use that boy's mouth."
The feral drider is slumped in the grass, legs twitching as he recovers from the battle. His translucent-white human half is streaked with dirt and sweat, rising and falling with every unsteady breath. He looks up at you with his unsettling, many-eyed stare, still caught in the haze of defeat. You approach without much fanfare, [if (!isnakedlower) {pulling loose anything in the way of slaking yourself, and }]watching his head tilt as he tries to parse your intent. Instinctual tension in his limbs and a flicker of uncertainty betrays his budding needs. There's a momentary wonder if the little boy can grasp what you're doing at all, and what you expect of him, as you [if (isTaur) {[if (hasCock) {[walk] your second half over him, [dickplural] twitching against his forehead. Your hips roll to prod the driderling|back your haunches into him}]|[if (isGenderless) {[if (isDrider) {nudge him up with you leg, forcing the boy to rise at the prodding of your sturdy chitin; then, you scoop him up onto your arachnid body, feeling his softer, transparent red legs sliding between yours, slotting him in place. His small hands rest on your cephalothorax before you reach back and push his head down into your [ass], commanding him to lick. The boy yelps before being mildly smothered|back your [ass] into his face}]|[if (isDrider) {calm him with a caress of your forelimbs, then run your legs across his shoulders, only to suddenly pull him to your crotch|run your [hand] in his soft hair and pull his head to your crotch}]}]}].

He struggles briefly, a short-lived panic, his hands briefly rising as if to push you back--but they pause mid-air, hovering. You ease up on him, not forcing him firmly, but still rubbing your [genitalsdetail] on his mouth, and though he flinches at first, his lips part on instinct, and his tongue flicks uncertainly. A natural. You rock your hips, grinding against his face, guiding him with your movements. His hands grip you, trembling.

The rhythm builds slowly, but his tongue does get bolder, learning to enjoy the act. [if (hasCock) {At your gesturing and instruction, he shyly opens his mouth and accepts your [cock smallest] inside, whining slightly as he adjusts. His face flushes and h|H}]is breathing grows more labored, but he forgets his worried impulse. A shudder passes through him, and then, as you glance, you see his little [if (!isChild) {kid-}]cock rising to full mast. His hand slips down to touch himself, jerking awkwardly in time with your grinding.

You press yourself more firmly against his mouth, your [if (hasCock) {length forcing the air from his nose|[if (isGenderless) {anus quivering at the prodding tongue|slick heat coating his lips}]}]. He moans into you, the sound muffled and vibrating deliciously through your core. You ride his tongue with deeper, more frantic movements, each motion dragging him further into your need. He [if (hasCock) {sucks|laps}] at you now with hungry, sloppy strokes, adapting excellently to [if (isChild) {sexual service|servicing adults}]. His cock twitches as he jerks off faster, nearly overwhelmed with the dual sensations of suffocation and erotic fixation. There is little doubt the young drider is close. So are you.

A whining, but cute, groan massages your [genitals], and the driderling pumps his hand on his prick like crazy. It drives you all the more wild to feel those reverberations and know the deep lust brewing in it all. The moaning comes to a crescendo as he ceases doing his job and just buries his face in place, gyrating slowly while his dick ejaculates on your [if (isDrider && isGenderless) {carapace|[legs]}]. You break, muscles shuddering as climax tears through your body. Your panting comes in broken gasps, clamping your [hand] on his head as you [if (isGenderless) {find the depths of your release|gush into his throat and over his tongue}]. The rush of heat inside you coils and snaps, your whole frame quaking.

The bliss settles back. The kid slumps off, catching his breath. This place isn't safe enough to linger, so you abandon him to his thoughts.
/Kind of funny to imagine getting a widow fang after that.