Eyeing the small lump of the spider’s retracted ovipositor, you resolve to have a little fun with it, even if it means giving the spider exactly what she wants in a way that she doesn’t. You tear off your full platemail while the drider watches with lust pouring from all four of her eyes. Now nude, you saunter over with a gleam in your eyes and a telltale tingling in your loins. You move around some of the eight, sprawled-out legs and close in on her side. With a mighty heave, you help to lift her up onto her shaking legs, then keep pushing, tipping her dangerously to the side. She cries out in surprise as she flips over, rolling onto her back while her spindly, chitinous legs flail uselessly at the muggy air.

Like this, you’re treated to a perfect view of ALL of the web-woman’s endowments. Her four D-cup tits flatten slightly against her torso now that she’s on her back, hanging slightly to the side. At her crotch, you can see her glistening, black-lipped sex puffing up, the tip of her large button already peeking out of her tempting box. Just below that, the black and red-striped exoskeleton of her spider-half starts, merging down into an bulbous, arachnid shape. At the very bottom of it all is the huge bulk of her abdomen, covered with numerous spinnerets and with a wide, mostly-retracted organ near the back.

The spider’s look of lust only deepens when she sees you eyeing her ovipositor, and with a twinkle in her eyes, she releases a hiss of pleasure. The organ pulsates once, then practically explodes before your eyes, lancing just over two feet into the air and waving back and forth sinuously, like a snake. In a way, the tubular, segmented shaft reminds you of a monstrously thick cock, something that might even give a minotaur pause. Your cooter twitches in anticipation - you can’t wait to feel that thing going inside you!

You sit on top of the chitinous abdomen and grab it in your hands, letting it pulse and squirm in response to your touches. The copious slime it’s covered in lets your fingers easily slide down its length. Each stroke of the odd, feminine member elicits a pleasured groan from your defeated opponent, and you quickly surmise that she must like this just as much as you do using your own genitals. Pumping and stroking it, you watch with perverse fascination as the ridges grow firmer, hardening in your hand. A viscous green slime bubbles out of the wide slot at its tip as the spider-girl’s moans reach a crescendo. It’s as lubricated as it’s going to get.

Shifting back a bit, you place the entrance to your vagina against the wiggling tip. The drider sighs and warm green goop gushes inside you eagerly, spreading your canal wide and making you gasp with pleasure. Subtly, you begin sliding your hips, seeking to soak in more sensation for your slit. Cooing in delight, the drider grabs at her four tits and begins to grope herself, squeezing hard on her breasts and tugging viciously at her pert, black nipples. The segmented ovipositor wiggles excitably and plunges forward to bury the first few inches inside your sloppy snatch, the tube dilating and contracting inside you with alien rhythms. You gasp, arching your back and sliding your muff forward, as if your quim could somehow devour the entire length on its own.

Once you get about halfway down the drider’s ovipositor, it stops sliding in so easily, leaving you to hump away at the drider’s abdomen in a futile quest for further penetration. You mewl in disappointment and prepare to pull back and fuck the portion you’ve already taken like no tomorrow. The flexible shaft undulates, then pistons forward, spear-like. You feel your slavering fuck-hole stretching wide, then relaxing as one of the segmented rings nestles into your canal’s sopping embrace. A fresh gush of green slime sprays out of your tightly-stretched labia, strings of the stuff shooting fanwise over the drider’s glossy, black abdomen.

Throughout it all, the spider-girl is still mauling her tits, the once-perky nipples now distended and sore from the constant tugging, twisting, and flicking she subjects them to. The skin of her breasts is rosy and pink, with imprints of her fingers highlighted in red where she’s squeezed herself too hard. In between exhaling blissful moans of contentment, the drider pants, “Just like that... yeah. Ride my fat, egg-filled cock like that, you slut...”

You look back in irritation, though your displeasure is stolen away by another fierce push of the woman’s massive organ. It stretches you so nicely while it fills you with sloppy green goo, the excess squeezing out from your lips in three squirts as another fat ring pops inside you. You shudder and look down, watching as the ovipositor begins to wriggle and squirm, twisting about inside you in a relentless drive to impale your cooter with its entire length. Even before you finish adjusting to the last one, the next segment is thrown against you, squeezing out gushes of the verdant egg-lube while it works its way inside you. Though you’ve almost got the entire thing lodged deep in your twat at this point, it still manages to squirm back and forth, working half of the ring in at a time, until it too pops into place, stuffing you utterly.

Shuddering in what you suppose must be climax, the drider screams and twists, bucking at the air and threatening to dislodge you from your perch. You hold onto her slippery chitin as well as you can, but you get far more support from the girthy, widening ovipositor inside you. Each of the thick rings is pressing tightly into your walls, while the circular tip engorges and presses against your cervix, sealing against it in a perfect kiss. Slowly, you feel your belly growing warm, your uterus filling with the green goo, now with no vent for the pressure. A few wet, gurgling moments later you start to feel full, but thankfully, the fluid-filling flow tapers off to a slow trickle. At the same time, the spider stops her gyrations, her whole body holding utterly, completely still. You look down at her, seeing an orgasmic, slack-jawed expression grow on her face until her eyes begin to roll back. In that same second, you feel a burgeoning, spherical pressure sliding up your soaking tunnel, rubbing along your walls from your lips all the way to now-stretching cervix.

There’s a moment of terrific, agonizing pain that forces you farther onto your back, and then it vanishes, the only signal of its passage a muffled slosh coming from your belly. You shiver, feeling strange, unexpected bliss welling up from your loins, just in time for the next egg to traverse your ovipositor-gaped, goo-spewing cunny. Even before this one can squeeze through your abused cervix, another backs up behind... and another... and another. Your poor, stretched-out pussy clenches, shooting spasms of pleasure through your whole body that make you grunt and moan. Lost in your orgasm, you throw your head back to howl, only to find the drider’s cock, graduated from its larval clitoris, twitching and spewing its foul steaming load directly where you just laid your head. Several ropes of the demonic jizz land in your ass-length, platinum blonde hair and even patter on your forehead, but you can’t be put out to care right now. The sounds coming from your throat are gutteral, animalistic, and utterly inhuman, but you’re too busy cumming... cumming so hard with each orb dropping into your already-packed womb, lost in motherly bliss.

Vocalizing like an animal, you climax over and over in a seemingly endless rut, swiveling your hips while your muscles milk the ovipositor, practically pulling the eggs into your hungry womb. When the last one is packed tightly into your uterus, your slavering fuck-hole keeps milking it, a hollow ring of disappointment penetrating your fog as you realize the pleasure has come to an end. The thick, egg-laying organ slowly shrivels, shrinking down enough that it slides free. As it’s pulled out, a river of slime comes with it, released to pour out of your overstuffed cooch.

Still in the aftershocks of your orgasm, your muscles go limp, leaving you to slide off the drider into a puddle of your own juices on the ground. The slime piles out of your punished pussy and pools in small declivities in the ground; you keep trickling more from your loins to swell the tides. Next to you, the spider-woman is gasping and shuddering, still spurting tainted fluid all over herself from her demonic cock while bursts of lady-cream erupt from her sloppy spider-cunt. She’s stopped abusing her breasts and her arms lie immobile beside her; she’s cumming utterly hands-free from the pleasure of thoroughly impregnating your womb.

You watch her for a time, until her orgasms finally die down. By that point, you’ve recovered enough to get dressed. You walk away a little bow-legged, with a new, heavy weight in your belly, just waiting to be born.

You grab 24 gems and 115 XP from your victory.
There is a bundle of tough spider-silk on your defeated opponent. You place a bundle of tough spider-silk in your first pouch, giving you 2 of them.