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.

Allen's mind frayed. Faces flickered in his vision—Fina's sly grin, Rinni's flushed cheeks, even Tela's shy eyes—and then dissolved under the tidal wave of venom-slick pleasure. He couldn't hold on. He couldn't think. The broodmother's voice drowned everything out, low and hypnotic, curling through his skull like a spell.

"Good little breeder… That's it. Spill it all. Every drop belongs to me."

Her claws dragged down his ribs, cutting new lines over the old ones, blood welling only to be smeared across her tits as trophies. Her hips slammed down with brutal precision, her cunt gripping him in waves that squeezed like a fist, rippling and twisting until his balls churned helplessly. Every spasm sent another gush of thick, hot seed deep inside her, and still she demanded more.

Allen moaned against the silk gag, a pitiful, broken sound that made her purr in delight.

"Too much?" she mocked sweetly, pressing her forehead to his, eyes glowing like molten jewels. "Oh no, my love… We're only at the beginning."

The venom hit again. It didn't even feel like liquid now—more like fire soaking every nerve, lighting his spine in molten threads that spread to his cock until it felt alive, throbbing with monstrous vigor. He tried to pull away, to twist, to do anything—but the web held him in a cruel, sticky embrace, and her limbs pinned him like iron bars.

Her cunt convulsed around him. Tight. Unyielding. She began to roll her hips now, grinding in circles that dragged his swollen head against her inner walls until stars burst behind his eyes. Precum streamed from the tip, mixing with the flood of cum already inside her, and still she rode like a goddess starving for worship.

Then came the others.

The priestesses crawled closer, glowing eyes fixed on him like moths to flame. They licked at his sweat-slick skin, their tongues tracing his cuts, his muscles, until every inch of him burned from their worship. One of them latched onto his nipple, sucking hard, teeth scraping until he jerked with a muffled cry. Another dragged her tongue up his thigh, licking the silk-bonded flesh while moaning like she tasted divinity.

"Touch him," the broodmother commanded, voice thick with sin. "Make him yours."

They obeyed like puppets. Hands stroked his arms, his stomach, his balls—soft, trembling, desperate. One slipped under his sac, rolling it in her palm while moaning into his ear. Another kissed his jaw through the gag, whimpering like a lover denied. Every touch added to the overload until Allen thought his mind would split in half.

"Look at him," the broodmother hissed, grinding harder. "A perfect stud. Strong. Fertile. You'll breed us all, little human. Every last one."

The words burrowed into him like barbs. Something deep inside thrashed—some primal shard that wanted to fight, to break free—but venom drowned it in molten honey, turning resistance into raw, panting heat. His cock jerked violently inside her, another surge of cum pumping into her greedy depths with a force that made her gasp in bliss.

"Mmm… Yes," she moaned, shivering as his seed gushed. "So much… but not enough."

She leaned down, licking the blood from his lips before biting into his shoulder. Not hard enough to sever, but deep enough to make him scream through the gag as venom poured from her fangs into his bloodstream. It hit like lightning—every muscle seizing before melting into trembling weakness, his cock swelling to monstrous proportions that throbbed like it would tear her in half.

She laughed when she felt it, a wild, triumphant sound that echoed through the nest.

"Bigger," she crooned, grinding in slow, crushing rolls. "Harder. Ohhh, yes… That's it. Break me."

Allen couldn't stop thrusting. His hips moved like they belonged to her now, hammering upward with frantic need even as his wrists strained uselessly against the silk. His cock punched so deep he felt her womb clutching at the tip, desperate to drink him dry. And gods—he wanted it. The thought of filling her, of bloating her with his seed, burned hotter than shame, hotter than fear, until he was ramming into her like a beast in rut.

The broodmother roared in ecstasy, a sound that shook dust from the webbed ceiling. Her thorax quivered violently, spinnerets firing strands in a frenzy as her orgasm tore through her massive body. Nectar gushed over his stomach, his hips, soaking the web below in a sticky flood while her cunt seized him like a vice.

Allen came with her. Harder than ever. A flood that felt endless, his balls spasming in savage bursts until his vision whited out and the world drowned in heat and sound and silk.

When it faded, he slumped—boneless, shaking, breath ripping from his chest like a dying man's. But his cock didn't soften. It pulsed inside her like a second heart, still drooling cum in weak spurts while the broodmother purred above him, stroking his cheek with blood-stained claws.

"Perfect," she whispered. "You're ready."

Allen barely processed the words before the web shifted again. More priestesses crawled into view, their eyes glowing brighter now, their mouths dripping nectar as they surrounded him like worshippers around an altar. The broodmother rose slowly, his cock sliding free with a wet, sucking schhhhlk!—leaving it glistening, swollen, and trembling in the cool air.

He tried to gasp for breath, but the silk gag still muzzled him.

"Don't look so frightened, my love," the broodmother cooed, her many eyes glittering with hunger. "You won't die."

Her lips curled into a wicked smile.

"You'll just never stop."

Then they descended. Hands everywhere, mouths worshipping, tongues tasting every drop as the next wave of heat slammed through his drugged veins, forcing his cock to rise like a beast hungry for slaughter. The broodmother loomed above it all, spinning more silk as she whispered to her daughters:

"Breed until dawn."

And Allen screamed into the gag as the web swallowed him whole.

Darkness folded over his senses, thick as the webs clinging to his skin. Each breath was shallow, trembling, like the air itself carried poison. The venom's heat pulsed through his veins, twisting his nerves into live wires of raw hunger and helplessness. He tried to move, but the cocoon held tight, constricting until his body ached in ways that blurred pain and pleasure into something sickly sweet.

Soft skitters moved around him, countless legs brushing the floor, silk singing as it stretched and tightened. The chorus of their whispers was honey poured into his skull. "Ours… still hard… so pretty… never leaving…"

A sudden warmth—wet, slick, alive—dragged across his throat. He gasped, a muffled choke as another sticky line gagged him tighter. The sound of it—shhhhrck, stretch, snap—ripped through the hive, followed by the thrum of a hundred throats purring approval. His cock twitched violently, straining against the thick ropes of silk cinched around it like a leash. It ached, purple and obscene, drooling precum down his thigh where the venom forced it into overdrive.

Something heavy straddled him, crushing his ribs with weight that smelled of musk and venom-sweat. A voice coiled low near his ear, thick with mockery:

"You thought it was over? Oh no, little seed-bearer… we're just beginning."

He felt her abdomen lower, heat radiating from the swollen folds that grazed his chin. She didn't lower fast—she dragged it out, grinding her venom-dripping lips across his face until slime smeared his skin, and her juices filled his nose, his mouth. He gagged, drool spilling as he tried to breathe through the gag of webbing, his throat working uselessly while she hissed a laugh.

"Taste," she purred, and then her claws gripped his skull, shoving him into her clit so hard the world turned wet and choking. The sound was feral—slrrrkkhh, ghrmmphhh, gulp gulp—as his mouth overflowed with her venom-slick nectar. The bitterness scorched down his tongue, numbness crawling through his lips.

Around him, the hive erupted into chaos. Dozens of spider-women swarmed the cocooned frame, caressing every inch of what silk left bare. Talons raked down his thighs, tearing shallow lines that leaked blood—blood they licked eagerly with forked tongues, moaning at the metallic heat. Others kissed and bit along his ribs, his arms, even the arches of his feet, their teeth puncturing skin just enough to let venom burn in like wildfire.

One voice crooned above the frenzy, dripping with venom-sweet dominance:

"Pump him till he breaks. He's not leaving here whole."

And then—pressure, unbearable and exquisite—something forced its way around the thick knot of his cock. A slick, ribbed passage squeezed down on him, swallowing inch after inch until the swollen head popped inside with a wet shluck. His scream strangled behind the gag as the hive howled approval. The spider-woman impaled herself to the root, her venom-slick pussy convulsing so tightly the silk around his shaft groaned under strain.

She moved like madness—violent, clawing, hips cracking down on him with wet, meaty SMACK SMACK SMACK. Each thrust made the cocoon creak as it stretched and constricted, forcing his cock deeper into her spasm-tight sheath. Venom dripped from her fangs onto his chest, sizzling faintly as it hit flesh, sending waves of blistering heat through his bloodstream.

"Breed me," she hissed, slamming harder until the sound of their bodies clapping echoed like a drumbeat. "Breed us all—until nothing's left of you but silk and seed!"

Hands grabbed his balls—multiple hands—kneading, pulling, twisting until he thought they'd tear clean off. His cock pulsed violently, spraying precum inside her in a never-ending gush that made her shudder and moan, grinding harder with every squirt. Another voice slithered close, whispering filth as claws stroked his jaw:

"Still hard. Still fighting. Gods, look at him—look at this thing leaking for us…"

Then another heat engulfed his mouth as they ripped the gag away—only to shove a venom-dripping tongue between his teeth before he could gasp for air. The kiss was bruising, suffocating, venom burning down his throat like molten honey. He choked, coughed into her mouth, his lungs flooding with the stink of her breath as her claws dug into his scalp.

The thrusting didn't stop. The wet, violent rhythm went on and on, the hive chanting, claws scraping silk as more joined in, climbing over him like living shadows. Another slit pressed against his face. Then another. They rubbed their swollen folds against his cheeks, his nose, marking him with sticky, musky trails until his skin glistened like he'd been baptized in lust.

Somewhere in the blur of heat and venom, something inside him snapped. His hips bucked without thought, slamming up into the spider-whore riding him, hard enough to tear the silk binding his waist. She shrieked triumph, grinding until his cock convulsed and erupted in thick, molten ropes of cum that splattered her insides. She didn't slow—she milked him mercilessly, squeezing every drop as others clawed at his body, their whispers shrill and frenzied:

"MORE—FILL HER—FILL US ALL—BREED—BREED—BREED!"

Another mounted his cock before the first even slid off, and another, and another, turning him into a living stake. His mind dissolved in the swarm of scent and sound and pain—the wet slap of hips, the squelch of venom-laced juices, the crrk-shrrk of silk tightening around his limbs, and the chorus of voices promising forever.

"You're ours now… our toy… our hive-heart… we'll drain you dry…"

And through the venom haze, through the endless pounding and choking kisses and claw marks carved into his flesh, a final horror bloomed: silk wasn't just wrapping him anymore. It was sinking—threads worming into his skin, fusing with muscle, pulsing in time with his heart. The hive wasn't just breeding him.

They were making him one of them.