Chapter 225 - Queen's feast

The web around him thrummed like a living drum, every strand pulsing faintly as if it carried the heartbeat of something vast and terrible. His breath came in ragged pulls through the sticky gag, every gasp filling his lungs with the heavy musk of venom and sex. Allen could barely twitch now. The silk clung to his skin like a second flesh, sticky and warm, binding his arms tight above his head and pinning his legs apart, splayed like an offering. His cock stood like an altar pillar, still swollen, slick, throbbing violently in the web's grip as though it had its own pulse.