The nest pulsed like a living heart around him. Every strand of silk clung to his skin, tightening, drinking in the heat of his flesh. His cock, still hard and dripping, twitched helplessly in the cool air before another wave of fever washed through his veins. The venom wasn't done with him—it was never done. It coursed like molten gold under his skin, making every nerve scream for release even as his body sagged against the bindings.

The spider-women weren't satisfied. They never would be.

The first one slid down from above, upside down, her face inches from his. Her fangs grazed his lip, drawing a bead of blood before she licked it slow, like savoring honey.

"Still awake, pretty prey," she whispered, voice soft as silk, sharp as venom. Her long tongue curled under his chin, tracing the sweat dripping down his neck. "Good. We want you aware when the rest come."

He wanted to speak—maybe to beg, maybe to curse them—but the web gag strangled every sound into a broken whimper. The vibration of his throat made her purr in delight. She pulled herself upright, lowering until her breasts dragged across his chest, sticky with web-glue and sweat.

The nest stirred. Shadows shifted. Dozens of glinting eyes blinked open in the dark, and the skittering sound of legs on silk filled the cavern like a drumbeat of hunger. They came in waves.

Hands—too many to count—slid over him. Claws teased his thighs, traced his ribs, pinched his nipples until they throbbed. His cock strained, drooling pre like an offering as tongues—soft, forked, alien—flicked at it, tasting, teasing. One wrapped around the head, swirling like it wanted to milk him dry without mercy.

He groaned into the gag, head thrashing weakly, and that only made them tighten the threads around his skull until it felt like his bones would crack. They wanted him still. They wanted him theirs.

The first penetration came without warning—hot, slick, impossibly tight as a spider-woman lowered herself onto him with a throaty hiss. The silk creaked as his hips bucked instinctively, trying to thrust deeper even though he had no control. She slammed down hard, making the whole nest shudder with the force, and a chorus of wet, obscene sounds filled the air: schlk, squelch, slrp. Her heat gripped him like a vice, clenching and milking while another crawled onto his chest, grinding her soaked slit against his mouth.

They didn't untie the gag. They didn't need to. They smeared themselves against his face until every breath was musk and venom, until every inhale made his cock twitch harder inside the one impaled on him.

"Drink," one hissed, forcing his mouth open with silk-coated fingers. Another dripped venom-slick arousal straight from her folds into his throat. It burned like fire and honey, making his vision explode into red sparks. His cock kicked wildly, spurting a weak ribbon of cum inside the first one—but they didn't even slow down.

"No," a deeper voice murmured from above, silk-threaded and cruel. "One climax doesn't mean you're done, sweet toy. You'll break before you empty for us."

The first rider didn't move until she'd wrung every spasm from him, her hips slamming with a brutal rhythm, thwap-thwap-thwap, until his cock was raw and oversensitive. When she finally lifted off, strings of cum and nectar dripped like molten glue between them. He barely had time to breathe before the next dropped onto his lap, impaling herself with a shriek that echoed through the nest.

His body wasn't his anymore. It was just a column of meat for them to ride, a fountain to bleed dry.

They cocooned him tighter with every thrust, every slick grind—silk winding around his legs, his arms, his throat—until even his toes were bound. His cock, though, they left free, throbbing and purple as if it were the only part that mattered.

"Look how it fights," one moaned, stroking the base with clawed fingers as another slammed down on it. "It doesn't want to stop… and it won't."

Venom kissed his veins again, this time from a bite at his shoulder. White heat detonated in his gut. The nest tilted. Colors bled into one another. Every thrust felt like lightning spearing through his spine, and every ripple of their walls around him dragged him deeper into madness.

They fucked him in shifts. When one collapsed, shaking and dripping, another was already there, clawing for his cock like starving wolves. Some rode his face until it was lacquered with their juices, their laughter ringing sharp and cruel in his ears. Others stroked his hair, cooing mockingly as they drained him.

And then came the Queen.

The web shook like the earth itself trembled as she descended—massive, eight limbs curling like shadows, eyes glowing like molten amber. Her torso was woman, but everything else was spider, sleek and monstrous. Her silk glistened with venom as she crouched over him, her voice a velvet dagger.

"My sweet," she purred, running a claw down his cock that made it twitch violently despite the pain. "They've prepared you well. But now… now you'll give me everything."

She didn't ride him like the others. She devoured him. Her heat swallowed him whole, deeper, tighter, wetter than anything before. His mind shattered as her muscles rippled around his shaft, milking with inhuman precision. His scream tore against the gag as she slammed down, claws digging into the silk-wrapped bed until threads snapped and recoiled.

Every thrust was a world ending. Every squeeze ripped another spurt from him, though he had nothing left to give—yet his body obeyed, over and over, painting her insides until he thought his bones would turn to dust.

When the final convulsion hit, he blacked out—or maybe he didn't. Maybe he just fell so deep into the web of her pleasure that reality dissolved. All he knew was silk. Heat. The sound of wet, endless rhythm. The whisper of a hundred voices promising that he'd never leave, that he'd be their nest-mate, their breeder, their toy forever.

And then, in the blur between waking and oblivion, he felt the last threads tighten—not just around his limbs, but his throat, his chest, his cock. Silk fused with flesh. Venom sank like roots into his blood.

The Queen leaned close, her breath thick with heat and poison.

"Sleep now, little prize," she murmured, licking the tears off his cheeks. "When you wake, you'll belong to us… in every way."

And the nest swallowed him whole.

The threads constrict tighter with every breath he takes, each inhale pressing his chest against the sticky weave until the air hitches in his throat. His cock still throbs violently, a veiny pillar slick with layers of silk and nectar, pulsing like it belongs to them now. And in truth, it does. His hips twitch involuntarily, but the bindings hold him in place, leaving him nothing but a trembling offering for the swarm of spider-women circling like hungry predators.

Eight legs click softly against the webbed floor as another steps forward, her glistening mound dragging trails of wet heat along his inner thigh as she straddles him. Her abdomen arches high, dripping strings of molten slick that patter onto his skin like warm rain. A clawed finger grazes his cheek, smearing a line of venom-tainted saliva across his lips before forcing its way inside his mouth.

"Drink," she whispers, voice vibrating low and dangerous, dripping lust and authority. He gags around the finger as another hand grips his jaw, forcing it wider. The venom burns sweet on his tongue, sliding down like molten honey until his throat convulses. His veins ignite, his muscles twitching helplessly against the web. His cock jerks upright so violently it smacks against his belly with a wet slap.

A soft laugh echoes above him. "Look how much he needs it now… all ours. Every drop, every thrust."

The first spider lowers herself onto him without warning. Her entrance is molten silk, stretching and sucking greedily around him as her venom-drugged folds ripple like a living mouth. The sound is obscene—a wet, sloppy suction that fills the chamber with a chorus of schlk, glrk, squelch. She rides like she wants to rip his soul out through his cock, hips pounding with feral rhythm while her mandibles twitch with ecstatic tremors.

His muffled cry vibrates through the web gag as another spider lowers onto his face. Her scent is thick—fermented musk that makes his mind spin—and then her cunt seals over his mouth like a second gag. Hot and dripping, it floods his tongue until his jaw aches from being pried open by sheer force of her grind. She doesn't care if he breathes. She just rides his face with a desperate frenzy, her claws digging into his hair as if pinning him deeper into her hellish heat.

"Lick," she snarls, slapping his cheek hard enough to sting, then grinding harder until the nectar gushes down his throat. His world narrows to the taste—sour-sweet, venom-laced—and the cruel grip on his scalp as she uses his face like a rutting post. His lungs scream, but then another gush floods him, and his body betrays him with a violent shudder of pleasure.

Around him, the clicking rises like a chorus of wicked anticipation. More shapes slither through the silken gloom, glossy black limbs gleaming in the dim web-light, their breasts heavy and bouncing as they crawl toward him. He feels claws trace his ribs, a tongue drag across his thigh, and then—shlkkk—fresh strands of silk snake around his ankles, lifting his legs higher. The new angle makes his cock jut up like an altar spike, twitching helplessly as milky strings of precum drip from the swollen tip.

"Beautiful," a voice hisses near his ear. "So swollen… he'll burst soon."

"Not yet," another chimes, giggling darkly. "We'll bleed him dry first."

The first spider lifts off his cock with a lurid pop, leaving it smeared with glistening nectar and venom-slick silk. Immediately, two others fight for the spot, clawing at each other, breasts smashing together as they hiss like feral beasts. One wins by biting the other's shoulder and shoving her back into the sticky wall. Then she pounces on him, impaling herself so hard the web shakes. His cock spears through her with a brutal squelch, and she screams—high, keening, almost inhuman—as she slams her hips down again and again.

The venom floods his bloodstream like wildfire now. His cock feels alien—harder, heavier, the veins bulging like thick cords under his skin. It's leaking so much precum it looks like it's crying, streams running down his shaft and pooling on the silk below. Every thrust milks him mercilessly, her folds squeezing and twisting as if the web itself has taken shape inside her pussy to wring him dry.

Another spider crouches low and latches her mouth over his cock's base, sucking at the leaking nectar while her sister fucks the shaft above. The sensation rips a hoarse scream from his throat—muffled into the cunt still grinding his face raw. His eyes roll white. The double assault makes his hips convulse, straining against the bindings until silk creaks and stretches like wet rope. But it doesn't break. It never will.

"Cum," one whispers, voice dripping with venomous delight as her claws rake his chest, scoring red welts across his skin. "Cum for us, pet. Fill her. Fill all of us."

He jerks violently, heat surging like a flood. The gag muffles his cry as his cock erupts—thick, molten ropes gushing so hard they splatter against her inner walls and dribble out in obscene torrents. She howls, mandibles flaring wide as she rides through the climax, milking every drop with frantic, jerking thrusts until his balls ache and his cock still pulses like it's trying to give more.

But they don't let him rest. The moment she lifts off, another replaces her. And then another. And another. A carousel of slick, venom-slick cunts swallowing him whole while sharp nails and wet tongues claim every inch of his body. His senses blur into a swamp of sound—schlk, slap, gulp, shriek—and a suffocating musk that drowns his thoughts.

He loses track of time. There is no before, no after—just the endless rhythm of hips and silk and venom. His cock never softens. It can't. The venom sees to that, keeping him iron-hard, leaking, begging for release even as pain blooms deep in his core. His balls feel hollow and heavy at once, each orgasm ripping through him like a punishment and a reward all at once.

And then the final cruelty: they cocoon his legs fully, then his arms, binding him tighter, sealing him into the nest. His face is left exposed, but his mouth is coated with sticky nectar, his lips trembling, eyes glazed and wet. His cock juts from the cocoon like an obscene altar idol, throbbing, dripping, twitching for the next hole that will claim it.

They crouch around him, hundreds of glittering eyes staring hungrily in the webbed gloom. One spider strokes his cheek almost tenderly, venom-tipped tongue flicking across his skin as she whispers:

"Sleep now, little mate. We'll wake you when the nest is hungry again."

Her words are the last thing he hears before his head sinks back into the silk, and the shadows close over him, thick with the promise of endless breeding.