Allen lost count of how many times he came. The first orgasm had felt like a volcanic eruption, but the ones after that blurred into a single, endless pulse of molten ecstasy that burned hotter with every thrust. His cock throbbed inside her like it was fused there, swollen to a size that didn't feel human anymore—stretched to the limits of reason by venom and lust. Every vein bulged, pumping more heat into her clutching depths while she milked him like a starving queen.
The broodmother never slowed. If anything, she became crueler. Every time he tried to breathe, she clamped tighter, crushing down until his spine arched like a bow. The web beneath him quivered with every slam of her massive body, sending vibrations through the silk that made the smaller priestesses squirm in a haze of corrupted need.
