The nest quivered with heat and hunger. The sticky threads binding him pulsed faintly, as though alive, clinging tighter with every twitch of his body. His cock throbbed inside the tight sheath of another spider-woman's dripping sex, and her moans filled the darkness, loud and guttural, echoing off the silk-draped walls. His body wasn't his anymore. It belonged to them—their toy, their prize, their breeding stake.