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"You know if we do this, you're going to end up with eggs, right?"

"Yes," you breathe, sliding your paws slowly downwards, feeling the strangely rigid scalework there.

"You'll have to lay them in a few weeks." The hybrid's graspers slide around your waist, pressing against your sides. You nod slowly. "The slime will keep you from getting blocked up, but you'll be visibly_full. Anyone who understands will be able to _tell you've tangled with an arachnogon."

Your cock presses against your jeans, half-hard at the reality in front of you. You don't care. You wanted this. To feel an arachnogon sliding over you, web binding your limbs down, to taste that dangerous musk people online warned you about. You did your research. You knew what you were getting into when you first reached out to the creature. You'd watched videos, but you had to feel it yourself.

"I know," you whisper back. You slide your paws back and pull the arachnogon against you with an eager puff of air, your heart pumping hard in your chest. The creature's musculature presses against you, concealed beneath chitinous scalework, hints of the hybrid's draconic-touched physique. Not an exoskeleton, but something warm and yet solid. Each of the hybrid's four arms feels like they could hold you in place.

"Do you have work tomorrow?" the creature asks with a low, insectoid chitter that sets your spine tingling. You shake your head. "Good... Because you won't be in any fit state before tomorrow night."

"But it's five PM," you answer, feeling the tip of your tail twitching. The arachnogon gives a grin, all eight eyes fixated on you.

"I know, I'm trying not to take your whole_weekend," the hybrid answers, before pushing against your heavy bulge. You let slip a soft groan, feeling a blush caress your face. _It's really going to happen.

When you first reached out to Salrith, the arachnogon had seemed playful and welcoming. You knew that arachnogons don't have genders like your species, so you didn't know whether to call the creature a guy or a girl and you hadn't asked. The arachnogon sounded easy and eager as you'd hoped when you suggested meeting up, though you'd soon found out that it was because the hybrid was used to playing the receiving role and had always wanted to try someone like you. Apparently, true to the descriptions you'd read, most arachnogons were very casual with intimacy.

"Now are you going to get out of those jeans, or do I need to start tearing?" the hybrid asks, snout pushing up against the side of your head. You can feel Salrith's mandibles twitch, the bony structure tapping your own skull for a moment. Shakily, you reach your hands down to your own waistline and start to unbuckle your pants with a puff of bated breath. "Good," the arachnogon croons, lower graspers sliding down to start unbuckling as well. You can still feel Salrith's strong upper arms wrapped around you, keeping you from pulling back even if you wanted to.

A quick back and forth had established that Salrith currently had a clutch of eggs. You knew that arachnogons bore them every few weeks as part of their natural cycle, and had felt excited to realise you'd caught Salrith at the tail end of it. When you asked Salrith how the arachnogon felt about being on top, the response you'd gotten was surprised, but eager. Apparently most rational people weren't overly enthusiastic about the possibility of winding up with eggs. Yet two days later here you are, together in your bedroom, the spider-dragon slowly sliding out of loose-fit pants while you strip out of your own.

You watch as the arachnogon's pants fall downwards, then swallow as you spy the hybrid's sleek underwear.

"You know about our pheromones?" the hybrid asks. You nod slowly. "It's frowned on not to wear some sort of ... blocker," the arachnogon rumbles with a twitch. You feel your heart flutter.

"Did you?" you ask slowly. The arachnogon gives a grin.

"After our conversations online? ... What do _you_think?"

"...Maybe you... didn't. They're strong, aren't they," you find yourself asking, your belt undone and your fingers sliding down your zipper.

"Only if you get close. But being around an arachnogon in heat for long will leave you feeling horny if your nose isn't blocked up," the hybrid says in almost a whispered voice, eight eyes glossing over your form. You lick your lips. "Maybe a little dull-witted, too."

"What if I want to get close?" you ask slowly. Salrith's mandibles twitch, and you can see as the hybrid's tail starts flicking slightly.

"We can arrange that. But not too long. Much fun as it would be to make your brain ooze out your cock with need and leave you an eager egg-loving broodwhore addicted to my pheromones for the rest of your days, I definitely don't need the legal questions," the hybrid says with a grin and an almost eager chitter. You find that you can't tell if the creature is serious or not. Somehow, that turns you on more.

"Does that actually happen?" you ask slowly.

"Oh, yes. In the past, before modern civilisation mostly. And probably near the homelands sometimes today too, I guess," the arachnogon croons. "Pants."

Right.

You slowly slide down your own pants, feeling the fabric tug on your half-chub. With a little pull, suddenly your pants and underwear both slide past and your slowly swelling shaft bounces into the open. Salrith's eyes lock onto it and the arachnogon grins, a soft chitter sounding out.

With a tug to match your own, Salrith's lower graspers ease down the hybrid's own. They slide down a surprisingly toned waistline to reveal a little parting in the creature's glossy, scale-like chitin, and you're struck by how much like a cunt the hybrid's equipment actually looks. If you hadn't done your research, you'd wonder where the arachnogon's ovipositors were. You give a hesitant sniff, air filling your lungs as you look at the hybrid. You don't smell anything, though.

"It's subtle," Salrith churrs, stepping forwards and sliding both lower graspers around your waist. "And takes a _little_time." This close, the hybrid's eight eyes nearly fill your vision. "You won't smell anything much. Give it a few minutes though, and you'll find yourself starting to be... more okay, with the things I tell you to do. Get a direct sniff and your--"

"I know," you whisper. The arachnogon grins, mandibles twitching wildly. All of a sudden the creature is pushing forwards, urging you backwards step by step. Salrith's two-toed, digitigrade feet press against your own, forcing you to step back as well until you feel your thighs bump against the edge of your bed.

Then you're being undressed by the arachnogon, Salrith's upper graspers taking hold of your shirt and pulling it up over your body. You're swiftly left naked in front of the arthropodan creature, and the hybrid's blue tongue slips out for a moment as if to taste the air. Then both of the hybrid's lower arms slide back and you watch as Salrith starts to undress as well, the silky fabric of the hybrid's shirt lifting upwards in a dextrous, four-armed grip.

As soon as Salrith's lower arms slide free, they press against your bare belly. With a simple but firm push, you feel yourself being urged back onto your bed. You move your tail out of the way as you're laid back on the mattress, your head hitting the pillow with a soft thump. Your own cock jolts a little, eagerly spurred onwards by the swirling thoughts of what's to come. You can see Salrith's own belly now, toned yet fit, with a faint yet distinct bump in it reminding you that this is a creature with eggs. As the hybrid's shirt lifts up entirely and exposes the hybrid's sleek pectorals, configured to support four arms, Salrith discards it, fixing eight vivid green eyes on your body. You swallow.

"...Don't..." you begin, making the arachnogon pause. "...Don't let me back out," you manage to whisper. Suddenly, the hybrid's mandibles twitch wildly, and Salrith slides onto the bed over the top of you. Spiny, chitinous legs rub against the outside of your own thighs as the hybrid crawls forward on all sixes, pressing you into the bed with surprisingly solid weight. Salrith pauses just long enough for the shaft of your half-hard cock to rub against the cleft of the hybrid's vent, which feels unexpectedly soft and warm. You can't help but throb against it. Even if sinking into the arachnogon wasn't what you had in mind, the idea still kind of turns you on.

"You lost that option when you got on the bed," Salrith croons gently, rocking back and forth gently, the dual-sexed creature's entrance teasing your stiffening dick. The words both reassure you and send a shudder trailing down your spine all the way to the tip of your tail. Then the hybrid crawls further forwards and sits down on your chest, knees digging into the bed either side of your head.

Your eyes widen as you see the hybrid's vent squash right up to your face. You immediately hold your breath, eyes lifting to the arachnogon.

"Don't breathe in, now," Salrith churrs, lower arms coming to find your own limbs. With some quick adjustment, they're held over your head, towards the head of the bedframe. A strange heat feels like it's filling your lungs, and you find yourself feeling a little lightheaded just from the ambient cloying scent that seems to be coming from the hybrid. "Or you'll agree to any depraved, devious thing I want to do to your helpless little body." The thought makes your whole body tremble. But you still hold your breath, watching with wide, eager eyes as Salrith lifts both upper arms and begins to draw what looks like silken thread. It comes from the hybrid's mouth, which strikes you as odd, given true arachnids have spinnerets on their abdomen, but as your wrists are wrapped in the thread you can't deny that it feels just as sticky and resilient as any spiderweb you've run into before. Only moreso, because Salrith keeps wrapping the thread around you until it's so dense that you find your wrists are stuck together, your arms unable to separate.

Your cock throbs in the air and you find your lungs starting to burn. You kind of want to do it. To breathe. You're already so horny, what could it hurt?

"Is my scent making you want to do it yet?" the arachnogon croons. With a start, you look up at the hybrid. Salrith grins down at you, drawing more sticky silk from between those dark mandibles, this time starting to anchor your wrists to the wall, keeping them bound over your head. "It is, hmm? What's it matter if I breathe in, I'm going to do this anyway,_right?" The arachnogon gives a little chuckle, seeming to finish with the webbing. Your heart skips a beat as you realise how precise the arachnogon has your thoughts. Your lungs _ache.

Suddenly Salrith's lower graspers take hold of your head and pull. You feel your nostrils being shoved right to that warm, soft,damp vent, and the arachnogon grinds against your face. You imagine the thick and squirmy shafts hidden inside and feel a steady twitch in your stiffening cock. "How about this. I'm going to count to five... then I'm going to pull away. I'll leave this choice up to you," the hybrid chitters. "One." You tense up, looking at the creature, feeling a rush of anticipation crawl down your spine. "Two." Your cock throbs a little, and you can feel your heart beating as your thoughts race. "Three..."

Fuck it.

You sniff. You suck air deep into your lungs in one big huff.

Earthy. Spicy? Warm...

Almost immediately, your thoughts glaze. You feel warm. You feel woozy. You see Salrith smile. Your cock gets so hard it hurts. You moan out loud. It feels so good suddenly. You relax. You take another breath. Your cock spurts precum. The arachnogon squeezes your cock.

"Lick," you hear. You do. Your tongue laps at the warm slit. You inhale. You could almost cum already. You push your tongue into the hybrid. You hear Salrith gasp. You lick more and your cock pulses. You can feel the little pouch in the wall of Salrith's vent where the hybrid's ovipositors are hidden. Your head is pushed harder in. You push your tongue deeper, into the arachnogon's vent proper. "Fuck," Salrith pants. You feel so woozy.

You just want to keep licking.

You just want to keep breathing.

"Deep breath," you hear. You would wag your tail if you could. You feel so relaxed. You breathe in. Your cock tenses so hard you paint Salrith's tail with precum. "Good little eggslut," you're praised. "I kinda do wanna keep you..."

You feel something nudge your tongue. Two things. You keep licking. Warmth pushes back against your tongue. You're starting to feel close to cumming. You've hardly been touched. Salrith's ovipositors start pushing against your tongue. You draw back to lick at them. The hybrid chitters eagerly. Salrith tries riding your face. You happily let the hybrid. You inhale.

Your cock throbs. It bumps against the arachnogon. Salrith jolts. Suddenly your head is released. It hits the pillow. Salrith slides back across your body. You feel the hybrid grip your cock. You moan, and almost cum immediately.

"Nnh... almost got carried away," the arachnogon pants. "Oral is hard to get, as an arachnogon..." You push against the hybrid's grasper. Your cock pulses so hard. Salrith sits on your legs. Your head starts to feel a little less warm. "But that really helped," you hear. You gaze down. Peeking from Salrith's slit are two pink tips. You want them. You want the scent back. "It's harder to get these out around males... So much easier with female scents in the air," the hybrid chitters. "If you'd been a girl I'd fill both your holes. - Oh? Krr... that's a good little broodwhore," Salrith croons. You realise that you spread your legs at the suggestion without even thinking about it.

Slowly, though, thinking feels like it's coming back to you. Your cock is harder than you remember it being in a long time. You can feel precum oozing down the underside. You don't normally produce this much pre at all, but now you can't stop it. It feels surprisingly good. The smell of Salrith's slit still lingers in your nostrils, and whenever you move your head you feel dizzy.

"Nnnh..." you groan.

"Shh. Did you enjoy? It gets stronger the more you inhale," the hybrid churrs, crawling further down your body. You feel the arachnogon's graspers hold your hips and legs, the lower pair starting to urge your thighs up into the air. "Eventually... you'd cum without anything even touching you," comes the arachnogon's whisper. You squeeze your paws into fists, feeling your cock jerk at the thought. "Of course, that's usually around the point of addiction."

"Fuck," you groan. You see a smirk behind Salrith's mandibles.

"That eager?" comes the coy question. Then suddenly you feel two slimy tips prod against your rump and you gasp. "Nnh, now, which one?" you hear, as eight eyes peer up at your dazed face. Salrith starts to grind, upper graspers taking hold of your legs and keeping them in the air. The hybrid's lower graspers spread your cheeks, groping at your plush rump slowly. "Sometimes I wish I just had one... So I could push everything in," comes the longing noise from the hybrid. Salrith starts to grind against your ass, smearing greasy oil-like slime across your vulnerable rear. You can feel both those hardening ovipositors, hot and stiff as they rub against you. You swallow hard, trying to formulate a thought beyond how horny you are. You remember practicing for this, though. Sitting on bigger and bigger toys... Really stretching yourself so that you could maybe just ...

"Both," you groan. The arachnogon pauses for a moment.

"Okay, I like you," comes the delighted chitter a moment later as all four graspers _grope_your body a little harder, and both ovipositors start rubbing against you more eagerly. "You know my tendrils have like micro-barbs in them, yes?" Salrith asks slowly.

"Yes," you pant. The arachnogon croons thoughtfully, squeezing your body tightly.

"Like jellyfish stings, once they slither out."

"Yes," you reiterate.

"When one touches you, it's going to make your insides so sensitive. Taking both's going to double dose you, my eager friend. You'll hardly be able to think straight."

"Hah... That's kind of the idea," you say with a hazy grin at the insectoid creature. Salrith pauses a few moments longer, before giving another toothy smile behind those twitching mandibles.

"Good. But don't think you're getting out of anything before I call done," the hybrid croons. "I'm in charge now. And I have plans for you." Before you can say anything, one of Salrith's lower graspers wraps around your cock and jerks it twice. Your eyes widen as the hybrid strokes you off, pumping your dick slowly in the air. The feeling of having both your legs held wide and an extra hand jerking you off is strange yet _achingly_hot, but you don't have time to think about it before you finally feel the arachnogon taking the mark.

A bulbous, greasy tip squashes up against your tailhole. It feels incredibly slimy, and you'd marvel at how fast Salrith lubed up if you didn't know for a fact that the arachnogon didn't. You remember reading about how slippery arachnogons' natural slime is. You feel Salrith push, and your rim starts to stretch around the probing head. After that cloying dose of pheromones, it feels so good, like scratching an itch - a needling itch to feel your muscle being prised slowly open.

You pull at the silk binding your wrists, but your paws don't move an inch as Salrith starts to squeeze that oily breeder into your tailhole. You clench your jaws, but the scent of the arachnogon still leaves you feeling dizzy and hot. You feel so good, and every pump and squeeze of the hybrid's grasper around your pulsing dick leaves you panting a little harder. You feel your muscles relax involuntarily, and with a wet, slimy_pop_, the bulbous tip of the hybrid fully squashes into your ass. The combination of being jerked off and pushed into is too much, and you gasp out loud as you feel your edge ride up like a wall.

"C-cumming!" you pant as you clench down around the heated, slimy rod stretching you open.

Immediately, Salrith lets go of your cock and stops still. You feel yourself throb. Your prostate aches already. You wriggle and writhe, but the abrupt cessation of pleasure robs you of your orgasm and quickly makes a liar out of you except for the little spurts of precum that arc into the air and splatter on your own belly. You let out a dull groan and hump at the air, feeling Salrith's ovipositor throb just inside of you.

"No?" the arachnogon asks. "Good... You're only popping from your ass, little eggslut," Salrith churrs. You bite back a whine, looking at the hybrid with just a little frustration.

Then the hybrid starts to push.

You feel yourself being spread open around the hybrid's very greasy ovipositor, feeling the crown of it squashing into your depths. You writhe and squirm on the bed, but the arachnogon doesn't stop slowly feeding inch after inch into your ass. Your cock spasms in the air, still so close to orgasm, but the filling sensation under your tail isn't enough to push you over. Salrith groans out loud, claws digging into your flesh as the hybrid sinks inwards.

"Nice and tight," the arachnogon chitters breathily. "Keep squeezing, just like that... Aah, it's been... ages since I laid _in_someone..."

With a jerk, the hybrid pulls back, then casually _humps_forwards and fills you with another fat, greasy inch, the second ovipositor jabbing against your rump. Your eyes widen and you groan loudly as that stiff rod plunges into you and fills you so entirely, and you nearly shout at the discomfort of being stuffed full. All the while you know it's only just getting started.

"S-Salrith!"

Thrust after thrust, the arachnogon buries one thick, pulsating ovipositor in under your tail, each time sinking it a little deeper. The heated flesh slides slowly through your squeezing tailhole, subtle bumps on the underside squishing into you with each push. You can feel the bulbous tip hammering against your prostate while Salrith holds your legs spread wide. You pull at the silk holding your wrists and you kick, but nothing stops the slow, steady fucking you're being given by that sole ovipositor. As you look down, you can see its twin jutting up between your legs, the pink-and-cyan egglayer occasionally bumping your cock and showing you exactly how deep the spider-dragon is probing your insides while your own cock jerks between you both.

The arachnogon's breeder feels stiff and plump, and you feel a wet, gooey squelch as a sudden gush of slime spurts into your depths. Heated and slippery, you feel the copious eruption start to seep into your guts, leaving you gasping in surprise as your own cock jerks. You can see a seam in the hybrid's second ovipositor that thrusts up between your thighs where the crown can open up, spreading apart like a three-petaled flower. You know that once Salrith is deep enough inside of you, those tips will open up, and the inner part of the arachnogon's ovipositor will slither truly deep. The idea turns you on almost as much as the steady, rhythmic humping against your prostate, making precum ooze from the tip of your cock embarrassingly quickly. You feel like you're already starting to make a mess of your own groin.

"S...Salrith," you gasp. The arachnogon slows down between thrusts, lower graspers taking the time to spread your ass again.

"Nnh?" the hybrid churrs, before starting to pull slowly back. You feel your rump start to tug around the arachnogon's oily egglayer, and your cock jerks with a sympathetic throb at the withdraw.

"How... how many eggs are we talking?" you manage to pant.

The hybrid grins at you, before both lower graspers let go of your ass. You watch as one moves instead move to rub at Salrith's own faint belly bulge almost thoughtfully.

"Not sure, really... Never bothered checking. You're going to be incubator to a good eight or nine, I think... Maybe more? Just as soon as I..."

Breaking off, Salrith eases right back and repositions slightly, that fat ovipositor tugging out of your ass with a soft, lewd squelch. You shudder from the feeling and writhe on the bed as your own cock jerks. The scent of sex is starting to fill the air, and that warming scent of something you now recognise as arachnogon pheromones still linger in your nostrils...

You're just about to ask what the hybrid is doing when you feel it. The arachnogon's second, steaming ovipositor squashes against your stretched ass, right beside its twin. You gasp, looking pleadingly at the arachnogon, though even you can't tell if it's a plea to slow down or to keep going. The hybrid tenses for a moment though, squashing them both together with one grasper, before simply starting to push.

You feel the pressure truly start to build against your loosened, now slimy tailhole. You can feel it. Intent. Urgent. The arachnogon's been given permission to double-stuff you, and nothing can stop it now. One of the hybrid's lower graspers wraps around your cock again and starts to stroke you slowly up and down. You pant, huffing air that's still thick with the hybrid's intoxicating scent. You feel the pressure against your ass growing and there's nothing you can do about it.

"Ready?" Salrith asks you. All you can do is pant shakily. Then the hybrid gently humps.

Sklrtch.

Pain shoots through your body as the arachnogon forces both thick, oily ovipositors into your ass. You practically see spots as you feel your muscles spread so wide around not one but two plump shafts. You gasp and instinctively try to squeeze your legs closed, your tail pulling up - but Salrith's powerful upper graspers force your legs to remain spread, and the hybrid's own thick, segmented tail pins yours to your bed. You quiver and shake as your body strains to adjust to the full feeling spreading you open.

"Fuck," you croak.

"Relax," Salrith croons. "I don't want to have to smear my scent across your nose."

Your cock throbs at the idea, knowing that if the hybrid did you would be forced to keep inhaling those intoxicating pheromones without any relief. The hybrid feels your throb as your rim squeezes around both_the insectoid creature's egglayers. Then, with a slow _push, Salrith starts truly _filling_you up.

It's intense, a burning stretch that consumes all your attention. You gasp shakily, forcing yourself to relax and to_stay_ relaxed as inch after inch of double stuffed cock-like ovipositors squash into your body. Your jaw trembles and you pant as both the bulbous tips squelch_against your prostate, grinding against it even harder than before. Your own cock springs to rock hard attention and you _writhe, which just increases the pressure. It feels like the plump shafts are starting to put pressure right on your bladder, and you squeeze your paws into fists as your dick drips precum in front of the arachnogon.

As the fat, greasy midsections start to force_their way in, your muscles ache in protest. Normally your cock would soften a little from this sort of abuse to your ass - at least until it really got going - but Salrith's pheromones ensure your cock never even _hints at softening. You're not sure anything would soften you up. The knowledge that both the fat, pulsing thicknesses spearing open your ring are living, heated shafts, primed and ready to pump your ass full of slime and eggs, leaves you writhing in want. Not just toys. You're going to be swelling with real eggs.

Then the arachnogon starts moving, and you really_start to feel it. Your eyes snap wide open as you feel that double-barrelled presence start to _stuff your tailhole. Slowly at first, but growing in speed. The hybrid pulls back with a wet squelch, the friction pulling on your ass enough to leave you squirming on the bed, before everything is simply _squashed_back in with one steady thrust. You can feel your hole being dragged back and pushed in like a button, only barely handling the twin barrels stuffed under your tail. The noises that start to fill the air leave you red and you have to bite back your moans and shaky gasps with every passing second.

"Aahn," Salrith groans. "You really have been practicing, you little slut..."

"Y-yeah," you grunt back with a mixed note of embarrassment and pride.

"I'm almost there..."

"Cumming?" you pant, surprised. It almost seems like you can feel the arachnogon halfway to your stomach.

"Nnh... no, hilted," the arachnogon hisses in pleasure. Your eyes water and you force yourself to relax as the hybrid pushes one last thrust against your ass before chitinous hips impact your rump. You let out a squeal of mixed pain and pleasure as you feel the hybrid's vent push flush with your very lewdly stretched tailhole.

Hilted, you realise. You have a spider-dragon's ovipositors buried under your tail, as deep as they can go. You squeeze weakly around those fat, pulsing shafts, the pair leaving you so full. You glance downwards, almost hoping to see a bulge in your gut. You don't see one, for all the enormous pressure in your ass, but you know you'll have one soon.

"N-now what?" you gasp.

"Hmmnh?" the arachnogon asks, eight eyes looking dazed with pleasure.

"D-do you... cum... or?" you croak.

"No?" Salrith churrs languidly, ovipositors throbbing_in your guts. "Or... _oh... males don't lay eggs, do they?" the hybrid quivers, clutching at you with all four strong graspers. You shake your head slowly. "Sometimes... nnh... I forget... Krr... Now I just... push... until my tendrils slide out... and we fill you up with a nice... belly full of wyvern eggs," the arachnogon grins. You groan as you feel both the hybrid's ovipositors throb tellingly, before you blink and curl your fingers.

"W-wait," you gasp. "Wyvern eggs?"

"Krrh... Yes... you'll be the mother... of a nice, healthy... clutch of beasts. After all," the hybrid pants. "You know how my kind functions... yes? Infamously... infamously fertile. We can breed almost anything... makes for some very weird hybrids." Salrith's graspers squeeze_at your body, and you feel hot flushes wracking your insides. "I just so happened... nnh... to have some _fun with some mounts... I have a kind of a real big beast thing, but shhh... Let's keep that... our little secret, hmm? Don't worry... by the time I'm done with you, my little eggslut, you won't be much more, either." Salrith croons out in obvious bliss, groping at your thighs, mandibles twitching. "Nice ... nnh... and pliant... Maybe I'll even collar you... make you breed me on a leash? That'll be fun... What can I say? I like 'em... big and dumb," the hybrid groans, letting out soft hisses of air. You let out a choked noise somewhere between a whimper and a moan. Salrith's kidding... right?

You're not sure if you're hoping the arachnogon is ... or if you're hoping Salrith isn't."So lucky you'll get to... krrh... enjoy some real big wyvern eggs. Trust me... you'll love it... by the time I'm done with you."

You feel one of the thick shafts inside of you start to stretch a little near the tip. You let out a huff of air as your insides start feeling as though they're bloating.Then you feel it. A tingling, warming sensation deep inside you, and the feeling of something thinner, wriggling, squirming, squashing into your gut.

You gasp as your insides start growing hot, and your cock throbs between your legs. It just feels like something slimy wriggling into your guts, even though you know Salrith's ovipositors are envenoming your insides. Your inner walls being stung by microscopic barbs, pumping potent, concentrated aphrodisiacs and sensitizing agents into your flesh. Even if the stings are too small to even actually feel, you do_feel it as that slick, wriggling tendril burrows deeper into your ass than you've ever taken _anything, and as the feelings start growing even more intense.

"O-oh fuck," you gasp. With a few more twitches inside you, your cock jerks and sprays a jet of precum across your lower belly. It... it feels better than having your dick rubbed. You can't help but push your ass back against the arachnogon.

"...Coming out..." the arachnogon pants.

You tense your legs and rock your body weakly against the arachnogon's crotch as you feel your insides succumbing to the hybrid's venom, as your cock starts to throb in growing desperation. It feels like a _tongue_is slithering out into your ass, already starting eight inches deep.

Then you feel the second one.

It starts to snake into your guts alongside its twin, and the two begin to wriggle and slurp around your very core. Everywhere the twin snakes touch starts feeling so very hot, starts to tingle and ache and leave you breathless. It's like the arachnogon is wriggling against your prostate, but it feels everywhere. They don't stop, either, like a wriggling toy, undulating and squirming against your most sensitive areas. Making new sensitive areas wherever they touch. Your cock pulses fatly and you feel yourself start to drip precum like a stream.

"Fuck, fuck f-fuck," you echo in trembling bliss, before you close your thighs around the hybrid. "For... for real... W-wyvern eggs?" you ask again. "Like... the flying mount?"

"Mmhmm," the hybrid shivers, an expression of growing bliss plastered across the arachnogon's snout. The creature's ovipositors throb inside your stretched ass, and the blossomed tips feel like an equine flare inside your guts, holding them in place as the internal tendrils slither deeper and deeper into your body.

Visions of the hybrid underneath a bestial animal, somehow pacifying it enough to--to fuck flash through your mind, before the knowledge that you'll be bearing a wild animal's eggs jolts you again. A beast's eggs!

"W-wait," you gasp. The arachnogon's grip on your legs tightens, and both of Salrith's lower graspers slide up to grope your cock once. Pleasure wracks your body as you feel the hybrid tremble.

"Can't now," the hybrid pants in turn, a look of strain and concentration seemingly occupying Salrith completely. "They're... coming... nnhah..."

Suddenly you feel something thick push against your ass. Your eyes widen and you thrash against the bonds and the arachnogon's grip, but it's no use. The webbing is strong, stronger than you are, and Salrith's graspers have a vice-like hold of your thighs. The arachnogon's body looks suddenly predatory in the light of your room, subtle musculature partly obscured by chitinous scalework hinting at greater strength than your own.

It feels like someone trying to knot you, but Salrith's shafts are already all the way inside. The pressure grows, and grows, and grows. Your already stretched ass starts to yawn around that fat, fleshy bump, feeling as large as a coconut - no, a _watermelon_against your ring. At least, it feels like it. You try to clench shut but it's no use. Salrith's ovipositor is already buried deep inside you now, the egg's just widening your hole, the plump breeder doing its job in making you unable to stop it.

You can feel sweat start to bead on your face, your heart racing. The squirming tendrils keep wriggling in your insides, the motion driving you up the wall. You open your mouth to say more when suddenly Salrith starts jerking_your cock wildly. Pleasure obliterates your thoughts and your eyes open wide as you _hump-- SKLRTCH.

"NNGHAH!"

Something overwhelmingly big pushes through your ring and you feel your body spasm, closing back up behind it and clamping down on Salrith's ovipositors. You suck deep gasps of air and groan, looking through dazed eyes at the hybrid, who's still wearing an expression of concentration. Salrith's mandibles look frozen, locked up as the hybrid simply pushes eggs into your ass.

"Shh, little incubator," Salrith pants. You can feel the fat bulge in the arachnogon's left ovipositor, sliding oh so slowly into your guts, making you feel so incredibly full. Salrith's grasper lets go of your cock. "It's about to... reach my... tendrils... then you can start screaming..."

"W-what do you..."

Suddenly the hybrid gasps, all eight eyes going wide, hips grinding against your ass. Your legs are squeezed in the arachnogon's upper graspers tightly and Salrith's lower pair slide down to grope your cheeks as you feel that egg sink even deeper. Into the arachnogon's left tendril. Salrith's gasp turns to a momentary squeal, and a bare moment later you understand why.

The egg stretches the hybrid's egglayer to its maximum, compressing every microscopic venom sac in the flesh there and squeezing_out an even more potent dose of sensitizing venom. Suddenly, it's like having your prostate _hammered by a thick, blunt cock, an overwhelming and inescapable thumping_of your pleasure button like nothing you've ever felt. You practically see white as pleasure swamps your aphrodisiac-drugged brain. _Salrith's egg sinks deeper.

With renewed desperation you start bucking_your ass against the spider-dragon's egglayer, finding yourself unable to think of anything but how fucking _badly you_need_ that egg to finish squelching its way home under your tail. Every inch it slides feels like heaven, and you almost paint your belly with your own cum just from feeling it squish into your depths.

Then you feel the egg in Salrith's other ovipositor bump against your tailhole.

The knowledge that you can't get out of it anymore, that you're helpless at the arachnogon's mercy, and the intense pleasure radiating out from everywhere Salrith's egglayers squirm sends you careening over your edge. You can't fight it. This is what you wanted. To be an arachnogon's broodwhore.

Your cock seizes up and you cum.

Your whole body jolts and you start spasming around the hybrid's ovipositors, your stretched tailhole rhythmically pumping around both of the purple-blue breeders. Salrith isn't even touching you as your own cock tenses and sprays cum in a powerful arc that you dimly see splatter across the hybrid's chest and face. You don't remember_the last time you fountained so hard. Rope after rope spurts from your crown and through the air as your tailhole convulses around the hybrid's egglayers. You can't stop it as you empty the contents of your balls just from being _filled. It sprays across your own chest as you feel the first egg reach the end of Salrith's squirming tendril and pop into your guts, coming to rest in its new home for the next few weeks.

You're being filled with eggs.

The second one sinks in through your stretched tailhole. It comes easier, between the way the first one nearly broke your entrance and the rhythmic relaxing of your orgasm. It just pushes you higher as you squirt jets of sticky slime helplessly while your ass is slowly bloated.

"H-holy fu-fuck," you manage to gasp out when it finally ebbs to the point that you can think_again. You feel Salrith _gripping your legs as the arachnogon trembles in obvious bliss.

"L..laying..." The arachnogon's left ovipositor suddenly pulses, and you feel a flood of something fill your guts near where that egg squashed in. "feels even... better..." The arachnogon's right ovipositor twitches as the second egg gets close to the hybrid's tendril. "than cumming... i-if you ask..." You struggle with the building feeling of fullness. "ask me... nnh... j..just... wa...wait... wait for it..."

Suddenly you feel the heat. Salrith's second egg reaching the tendril part of the hybrid's ovipositor. Your eyes widen as you feel a double dose of venom soaking into your insides, and all your thoughts suddenly melt under the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

Your cock jerks. You don't care about being too full. It'd be worth it. You don't care about anything. You just want to feel more.

The egg moves in Salrith's ovipositor.

The mere movement of that thick shell inside your ass spikes enough pleasure through your system for you to manage a single gasp before your cock gives out again. Your prostate tenses as you start _cumming_and humping wildly all over again.

"NGHaAAH!" You push your head back and howl to the air around you as you start squirting out thick, gooey spurts in your second climax in under a minute.

"Yeesss," Salrith hisses. "Good... good little breeder..." the arachnogon moans, hips starting at last to grind_against your ass. "_N..never touch... a breeder's cock..." You barely even process what the hybrid is even saying as that egg squashes deeper into you. "Prostate... orgasms... no refractory... you're going to cum your brains out," you hear.

Then you feel the third egg.

You writhe as you start cumming almost immediately as it starts to nose into your increasingly loose and broken hole. You're not even sure if you finished splattering across your stomach for the second time when that third wave of heightened orgasm washes over you and leaves you thrashing in your web bonds and the spider-dragon's grip. Your room stinks of your cum and you love it.

Time seems to blend away in a haze of sex, slime, and feeling full. Every egg that Salrith feeds into your ass through those thick, stiff ovipositors with their twitching, writhing tips forces you up to and over the edge all by itself. You cum again and again with each and every egg, unable to hold it back, unable to stop yourself from unloading the contents of your balls every time a new ovoid squashes into your ass. If you could maintain a coherent thought you'd probably worry about disturbing the neighbours with how loudly you howl as the arachnogon stuffs you full of fertilised eggs, loving every moment of it, all reservations forgotten.

At some point Salrith crawls forward over you, the hybrid's belly pressing to your own and heated breath beginning to wash over your neck. You feel your cum-slathered stomach press against the arachnogon's, the hybrid's flattening belly pressed against your slowly growing one. You feel a tongue drag across your neck as another egg squeezes into your ass, trailing just behind one sinking into your envenomed ass, leaving you moaning incoherently.

You can feel slime drooling down your tailhole, having backwashed out from around the hybrid's egglayers. Your belly feels so full that you can barely comprehend how it doesn't hurt - but all it feels is_good_. The heady scent of sex is thick in the air, and it makes you feel lightheaded and hazy.

You try to keep count of how many eggs the arachnogon stuffs into your helpless, bound body, but you lose track somewhere along the way as you paint your own chest with sticky slime.

The weight in your gut just grows heavier and heavier as you're bred there on your bed, helpless, nothing but a broodwhore for the arachnogon to pump full to an obscene degree. The pressure on your prostate and bladder grows until all you can focus on is the pressure and the pleasure. You dimly feel your tongue hanging out as you cum in front of Salrith all over again.

Eventually, you feel something rubbing your stomach. It takes you several long seconds to realise what it is you're feeling. You dimly process that the pleasure is fading at last. Your exhausted, sore body no longer busy squirting every iota of cum out from your tired cock. You manage to shakily lift your head to see Salrith rubbing a distended, bloated belly with two three-fingered graspers, upper pair still gently but firmly holding your thighs. The belly has some bumps in it that look like they must be eggs, each one seeming to be around the size of a large lemon.

Your belly, you realise.

With a low groan, you wriggle back and forth, wishing you could reach down to rub at it yourself. You look bloated, far more than Salrith did at the start, your body not designed to carry eggs like this. The arachnogon's form looks to have trimmed down to a toned, lean degree, the arachnogon looking perfectly capable of hefting you up and carrying you around, now.

"That was... perfect," the arachnogon half croons, half chitters. You try to say something, but all that comes out is a weak groan. You can still feel the fat ovipositors inside you, though a gentle squeeze tells you that they're softening up already, the tendrils having retracted again. It makes it feel like you have a pair of hemipenes shoved under your tail, instead of the more insectoid truth. "Shh," Salrith says, giving your belly a little pat. You feel the eggs - your new eggs - shift about inside you and can't quite suppress a groan. "The venom will probably take about a day to fade completely... You'll probably find taking more fun than giving, for a few hours. Not that you already didn't, my little eggslut," the hybrid grins. "Just don't ride anything too_big. _I'd hate for you to pop one of our eggs."

You let slip a strained breath, then give a slow nod. Your ass feels absolutely wrecked, but it still feels so good. Your belly is literally too large to see past, now. The only thing of your cock you can see is just the very tip, but you can still feel that you're rock hard. Apparently, so can Salrith, because the arachnogon's eight-eyed gaze dips down to your fat dick. You don't need to be a mind-reader to recognise the expression on the hybrid's snout.

"You... me..." you pant. "You're not... not..."

"Oh yes," Salrith almost purrs, or at least some insectile-tinted variation thereof. "My turn, next..."

You let your head hit the pillow, feeling the blood throb in your still-stiff cock. Although you feel worn out and swollen, Salrith's venom keeps you hard. Or maybe you're just really fucking turned on, still.

"Hnn... I... fuck..." you groan, feeling oddly drained. But somehow you can't drum up the energy to resist. "O-okay... c-condoms are--"

"Sshh," Salrith croons. "I gave you a clutch ... now you're giving me one."

With a tug, you feel both of Salrith's slimy ovipositors start to ease backwards out from your ruined hole. You gasp, your eyes practically rolling up in your head as the sheer act of withdrawing nearly makes you start spurting all over again. You ball your paws into fists and moan, throbbing in the air. You feel one of Salrith's graspers leave your swollen belly to grope your cock.

The arachnogon wants to get knocked up? By you? You realise you aren't so sure - having eggs of your own sounds like responsibility. Yet somehow, it feels so hard to deny the arachnogon. It feels so easy and good to let the creature just take control of you.

"I-I'm not so sure," you manage to moan out as the arachnogon toys with your dick, teasing the shaft and stroking around your tip. You feel yourself reward the hybrid's actions with another squirt of precum you can't stop. The way your body squeezes when you do puts more pressure on the eggs inside you and wracks you with envenomed bliss.

"Mmh, but this big guy is," Salrith croons, rubbing your cock. "If you're a good little male I might even lay them back in _you_when they're ready... Nnh..."

With a tug, you feel Salrith's twin egglayers slide out of your ass. Your ring squeezes gently closed even as a gush of warm slime starts to pour out from your abused entrance and trickle across your tail. Squeezing jostles your new clutch and leaves you writhing in overwhelmed sensation. You force yourself to relax... and your broken hole gapes a little, letting more of that slime drool out across the base of your tail.

You feel Salrith ease your legs down, and it becomes clear to you that they weren't webbed in place like your paws because the hybrid had other plans when all the eggs were out. Salrith's graspers readjust on your body as the hybrid starts to move.

Salrith steps up onto the bed, two-toed feet pressing against the covers of your bed. The arachnogon eases forwards, two graspers coming to rest on your belly and another one reaching down underneath the hybrid's slowly lifting tail. You can see the purplish tips of Salrith's egglayers just peeking out from the glistening vent between the arachnogon's thighs. As Salrith looks down at you, you can see mounting lust in those eight, green eyes.

The hybrid's ovipositors disappear back into their snug home, and Salrith lets out a hiss as if to say finally. Then, the arachnogon crouches down.

Bump.

You feel something warm and slick press against your cock, and you can _see_the very tip of your dick rub up against the arachnogon's vent. Not just the home to those oily ovipositors... Salrith's cunt. It feels so heated and slick against your drooling crown, and you bite gently on your tongue as you realise there's no getting out of it.

If you even want to.

Then Salrith sits.

You feel the arachnogon's slit spread around your cock, surprisingly soft walls gripping your sensitive flesh immediately. You can't help but gasp in pleasure as the hybrid sinks down onto you, enveloping your shaft in wet, slippery warmth.

"Oh, fuck," the arachnogon croons. "Fuck you feel good... Let me feel you pulse."

And you do. Your cock throbs in that wet, needy cunt, making the arachnogon gasp and press gently against your belly. You clench your jaw as the sudden pressure in your guts nearly makes you pump your seed right into the arachnogon's vent then and there.

"S-Salrith," you gasp. The arachnogon looks at you through eight lidded eyes and grins.

"You feel just right... D-don't hold back," you're told. You aren't sure you even can.

Inch by inch, the arachnogon slides down the fat spire of your cock. The hybrid doesn't ease smoothly, instead sinking down a little bit and stopping, then sinking down a little more, easing your cock into that velvety vent. You tense and writhe your legs, trying to cross them behind the arachnogon's back, but it has no effect. With an expression of hedonistic bliss, Salrith slowly slides the swell of your dick.

Salrith's slit feels almost ribbed around your dick, with rings of muscles contracting and squeezing at you in a rolling rhythm. It feels unlike anything you've ever had wrapped around your cock, and somehow it feels all the more intense knowing that your cock is bare, with direct access to Salrith's depths. No, the arachnogon intending for you to splatter your seed across that unprotected womb.

With Salrith's ovipositors safely tucked away, it feels just like you're squashed into a tight, heated cunt, with nothing but its almost ribbed walls that massage and almost milk your cock to feel unusual. Finally, you feel Salrith's slit slide wetly down the base of your dick... and the hybrid's vent bumps your crotch. Your entire dick sheathed inside. Heat envelops your cock, and you can feel the hybrid's heartbeat squeezing you rhythmically.

"Nnh..." the hybrid groans. You feel the arachnogon's lower arms slowly rubbing across your belly. It feels almost intoxicating to have the insectoid creature massaging your swollen stomach, heated vent rippling around your cock, a heavy clutch of eggs plugged inside of you. You let your eyes close and groan out in pleasure, feeling your cock pulse_preslime into the arachnogon's slit, earning a croon of delight from Salrith. "_Just like that..."

Then, the hybrid lifts up. Slowly, you feel that velvet cunt sliding off from your dick, leaving it to the cool caress of the open air. You can't see it behind your egg-filled stomach, but you can feel_it as Salrith slides off to the halfway mark... only to _sit back down. A wet _squitch_sounds out as the arachnogon crams your cock back into place and you feel Salrith's slit grind against your own crotch.

"I think... I think I won't last long," you croak, warning the arachnogon. Salrith just gives you a lascivious smirk, as if to say that the hybrid was well aware of that.

"Good," the hybrid groans, before really starting to ride you. You feel that slippery vent slide up to the tip of your dick, pausing there as Salrith grinds against your crown, only to squelch back down the length of your breeding pole. With the hybrid starting to get into it, your body starts to bounce and jolt, sending spasms of overloaded pleasure through your egg-stuffed gut. You can feel your new clutch jostle and shift as the bed creaks from Salrith riding your plump slab of meat, and your dick spears into that vulnerable cunt again and again.

You can feel your edge rising so quickly. With all those eggs pressing against your prostate and your sensitized insides, it's everything you can do not to scream as Salrith rides your cock like a favourite dildo. The arachnogon's tongue hangs out in obvious bliss and you briefly feel that segmented tail simply lift_behind the hybrid in some instinctive breeding motion, as if showing off that stretched, cock-filled pussy to the world behind you both. The way you feel then and there you're not even sure if you'd _care if someone saw you fucking Salrith like this.

More and more, you feel your cock pumping squirts and spurts of gooey precum into Salrith's cunt, and you don't think you can hold off for long. Your jaw opens in a silent squeal as you realise that you're going to cum, knocking up your one-night stand and that there's nothing you can do about it. Nothing you want to do about it.

"Maybe... hhnh... fuck... fuck it..." You look up at Salrith with an almost dazed expression, only to see the hybrid's upper right grasper sliding downwards. Rubbing against the spot where your cock skewers inside the arachnogon's slit. Before you can ask, Salrith scoops up a dollop of glistening slime...

...And smears it across your nostrils.

"Sniff. Sniff and cum in me, little incubator. Deep breath ... the weekend's barely started."

You do. You suck a deep breath of air and fill your lungs with the arachnogon's pheromones. You can almost feel as your thoughts grow thick and your cock grows even thicker. Your eyes roll back in your head as Salrith humps_downwards and takes your whole cock into that soft, rippling vent, and you _cum.

Your prostate tightens and your guts all tense, compressing around those wonderful, filling eggs. Your cock throbs once, then twice, and then you feel a surge of slime pump through the plump vein under your shaft. Liquid heat erupts_from your tip and hoses down the arachnogon's cervix as Salrith desperately _humps on your dick with needy abandon.

"Fuck, fuck yes, oh--" the hybrid trembles on your lap, eyes wide as the arachnogon's suddenly coated walls tense around your erupting cock. All you can think about is breeding the arachnogon full of another clutch. Of what it will be like when the arachnogon puts it back into your belly. And the next one. You want that thick swell of eggs. Being pregnant smells just wonderful. Sounds, that is. Smells. With every spurt of slimy, thick cum into your arachnogon's pussy it all feels that much more wonderful. You suck thick breaths of air through your nose, growing giddy at the prospect of laying Salrith's eggs again and again.

"G..good little... broodwhore... knock me... knock me up... I'm going to keep you... keep you around," the spider groans, thumping and grinding around your cock, squirting wetly around your dick. You can feel Salrith's fluids splatter across your groin, and the sensation feels so right.

As your balls pull tight, delivering another spurt of thick cum into the arachnogon's vent, a mixture of your own cum and Salrith's backwashes to splatter across your groin.

The whole time you're cumming, Salrith keeps riding you, seemingly unable to get enough of your pulsing dick or the payload of fertile swimmers you drench the arachnogon's womb in. With a dazed, giddy expression, the hybrid bounces on your dick as you slip deeper under the heady spell of those intoxicating pheromones, every spurt of cum draining your balls and your brain alike until the idea of staying forever starts to feel so good.

Salrith doesn't stop after just one orgasm, either. The hybrid keeps bouncing away on your cock as though it were a dildo for free use. The precious ovoids bloating your eggsack of a stomach keep you rock hard for your beloved arachnogon, and you soon feel your orgasm starting to build all over again.

You try to form some words to express that, but all you can manage to think about is how good it feels to be exactly where you are.

It doesn't take long before you start to cum again, and this time you do happily, shoving your cock up hard against the arachnogon's cunt. Eight eyes widen in surprise as you fill Salrith's pussy with every fat inch of cock you can give and cum, spurting another few sticky ropes of seed so deep. The hybrid practically falls onto your dick and starts grinding, milking you of your spunk and cumming around your spasming cock all over again.

What felt like minutes bleeds into hours as Salrith keeps riding you again and again, forcing you to cum time after time. Whenever your head starts to feel a little clearer, the hybrid looks at you with hungry eyes and smears more of those wonderful pheromones across your nostrils, helping you forget all the unimportant worries that were on your mind and leaving just the important things in life. Breeding.

Up and down, you bury your cock in the hybrid's vent, revelling in the way it squeezes and grips your dick better than any female you've laid with before. You hump away at the arachnogon's slit, delighting in the way you can make your keeper gasp and writhe and even cum around you. It's an intoxicating sensation of completeness whenever you dig your cock in hard enough to grind against the hybrid's G-spot until, squealing in such a feminine tone, Salrith squirts around your breeder all over again.

After hours of frantic, eager fucking, you don't so much fall asleep as you pass out, spent and a mess beneath the arachnogon. Your dick hurts, but still won't go down, and you can feel the hybrid occasionally squeezing around it, keeping your cock warm. Salrith mumbles something about keeping your sperm deep, and something about the bathroom before laying down on your belly and simply passing out. As unconsciousness claims you, the scent of arachnogon remains staining your thoughts with obedience and lust...

---

"Good morning," you hear crooned beside you, the voice soft and sibilant, ringing neither male nor female in your ears. You let out a soft groan, squeezing your eyes closed. You can feel you have a case of morning wood demanding your attention, your cock pulsing slowly in the air, an ache in your pelvis making you question what happened last night that left you feeling so sore... yet horny.

As you open your eyes, it swiftly comes back to you and you gasp quietly, looking at the four-armed creature laying beside you in the bed. Salrith's head is propped up on one four-fingered grasper, all eight eyes gazing keenly at you. You try to move, but find that your paws are still bound above your head.

"Easy there," the hybrid croons. "Don't overstrain yourself. I put a full clutch in you. Most arachnogons only do that to actual incubators, so go easy or you might hurt yourself." You feel one of the hybrid's lower graspers gently caress your belly, reminding you of how big it's swollen.

"F...fuck," you utter, staring down at your bloated stomach. You can see the egg-shaped bumps here and there. How many was the arachnogon carrying?

"Already?" Salrith asks, mandibles splaying around a sly grin. "I was planning to give you a little break..."

"N-no," you utter, shaking your head. "I mean..."

"I know," the arachnogon says, an extra arm lifting to tap your snout.

"Okay. Can you let me out now?" you ask, giving a faint tug on your bonds. The hybrid grins a little more, then slowly shifts, rising up to a kneeling position. Your heart beats a little faster as the spider-dragon swings one slightly spiny leg across your chest, then carefully sits down on it, tail gently weighing down on your stretched belly.

"And cut our fun short?" the hybrid asks with a coy smile. You swallow. "Didn't I tell you? You won't be in any fit state before tonight."

Salrith slides forwards, and you watch as the arachnogon's glistening vent is brought up to your nostrils. The scent makes your cock throb helplessly.

"If you behave, I might not make a permanent incubator out of you," the arachnogon churrs, stroking the side of your head. Then, Salrith moves, twisting around on your chest to face away from you. You watch as the hybrid slips down onto all sixes, chest gently resting against the peak of your bloated stomach. The arachnogon's vent hovers just above you, the cloying scent threatening to degrade your thoughts as soon as you resume breathing.

"I thought you said you can't do that," you manage to puff out.

"Oh, there are ways ... Don't worry, I'm really more of a sub - I'm not actually that sort of arachnogon." You almost breathe a sigh of relief. "...Probably."

Then you feel a snout swallow down your cock as the hybrid's muzzle plunges, and you gasp.

The world grows hazy. You almost feel your pupils dilate. Salrith's hips lower to your face.

And you behave.