/////Iliador sex scenes
////[Sex] Req lust > 30 "[if (first time) {Sow seed|Spiderjob sounds good to you}]." Req genitals
/first time
Aside from the fact he is clothed, Iliador doesn't strike you as someone sex-averse, and you decide to proposition him. The girly plant-boy runs his delicate fingers over an petal widow for a moment, looking carefully at the creature. [say:My little Mallow here will take care of it,] he finally says, smiling at you. The implication is unexpected, and you aren't sure how to respond initially. Iliador gingerly lifts the floral spider in front of him. [say:Come here, try it.]

[Spiderjob] [Decline]
/Decline
You find the alraune attractive enough, but that does not extend to his pets. This rejection makes him frown, but he carefully sets the spider down and nods acceptingly. {return menu}
/Spiderjob or not first time
You [walk] up close, wary of the thorns lining various extensions of the alraune's foliage, and \"Mallow\" starts waving its long frontal limbs in anticipation to touch you. The spider's white and pink body is about the size of a human head, with legs that triple the length of its form. You reach out and allow it to touch your [hand], feeling the light pressure of it pulling you toward it's mouth. [if (isnakedlower) {Having little holding you back|Fumbling with your [armor]}], you withdraw your digits and [if (isTaur) {turn to }]allow the spider access to your [genitalsdetail].

Iliador giggles. [say:Go on, Mallow, enjoy!] he says encouragingly. There's an impulse to pull away at the slightest touch of those spindly legs near your groin, but you stay still even as Iliador places Mallow on your [if (hascock) {shaft|thigh}]. The spider is an appealing color, and the soft petal-like covering flaring off it is comfortable against your body. [say:G-go on,] he says as his breath quickens.

Mallow caresses you with its legs and pushes its face against your [if (hasgooskin) {membrane|flesh}], the chelicerae harmlessly flexing away, fangs avoiding pointing themselves inward. It's at this point that you can feel a wet, gentle suck, like a kiss. Spiders do suck the liquid from their meals, but with a mouth so small, it would only resemble a puckered smooch. The many legs of the critter cling onto you as Iliador releases it and moves his hands to his own groin. Mallow's pedipalps brush your [if (hascock) {glans|clitoral hood}] as it continues to kiss your [if (hascock) {mast|labia}], then moving up to focus on the [if (hascock) {[cockhead]|[clit]}].

The plant-boy whimpers slightly while he strokes his short dick. [say:Does it feel good?] he asks. It would be a lie to say no. The spider massages and rubs in a way you might call loving or lustful, and the suckling kisses makes you twitch excitedly. Mallow presses its abdomen down on your [if (hasballs) {[balls]|[if (tailLeg) {ventral scales|inner thigh}]}], a sticky residue leaking from it. [say:Mallow really likes it. You're tasty.] The alraune must be leaking pre, judging by the audible wetness of his stroking.

Mallow plants longer, stronger kisses now, and humps you as it continues caressing with its little mouth-parts. The pale white chelicerae spread around your sensitive genitals, fangs driving your anxiety as they come closer to biting, but the spider is careful. You find your [if (hascock) {cock|clit}] held in the grasp of its strong pinching muscles, grateful that the tips of those teeth steer away. It holds firmly and practically wrestles its find like it were prey, but the moist, sucking and kissing sensation is making you throb with desire. Your head tilts back and you shut your eyes, focused only on the pleasure.

As a moan escapes you, Iliador shortly gasps, masturbating harder. Opening your eyes again, you cast your gaze on him and see the girlish boy has pulled the top of his dress down his shoulder, exposing half his chest so that he may grope it as he jerks off. He doesn't pull away his focus from Mallow, utterly captivated by watching his little spider pleasure you. Mallow drags its body up and down, stickiness trailing around, and its kisses make you shudder again, and this reaction of yours seems to drive Iliador into a frenzy. He moans and whimpers and already ejaculates, spraying your [legs] with spunk, as well as spattering Mallow, who possibly doesn't even notice. Despite being spent, he does not break that lustful stare.

It becomes like a trance for you both, caught up in the moment, the pink and white spider nuzzling and stroking you amid its hungry, horny kisses. Stimulating it may be, the sensations don't push you past the peak, only bringing a baseline indulgence of your needs. Minutes further of this, intoxicating but not climactic, and your insides coil and shake, desperate to orgasm. You rock your hips like you might fuck the critter. The kisses pucker strongly on your [if (hascock) {tip|clit}] and you burst into a flurry of shakes, miming the act of sex as you shudder and sprint for the end that has been held back so long. Mallow embraces for dear life, but does not stop sucking and squeezing until you cry out in bliss, [if (hascock) {cumming|squirting}] hard into it, forcing the poor thing to release.

The arachnid tumbles off and is caught by the loving hands of Iliador, who strokes and coddles it. [say:You enjoyed that?] he asks, but it's not at you.

You feel a bit weak, but good, and set yourself down in the grass to process the experience.