[FolkMaster]

"So eager to leave when you barely just got here," Anansi chuckled. "How long? How long? How long?" he hummed, still letting his fingers probe slowly and delicately. "The time it takes for the moon to complete one lunar cycle. I believe you call it a month? You will be here for four months, little incubator. I suggest you get... comfortable." Anansi drew his hand back and smiled at the wet shimmer upon his fingers. He moved forward until he stood almost directly over the human. Both hands caressed Benji's face and hair in a vain attempt to distract him from the velvety stinger emerging from the underside of his arachnid abdomen. "If you change your mind at any time about being eaten, you just say the word."

Without another moment of hesitation, Anansi thrust the pliant stinger deep between Benji's folds. He hissed, mandibles sliding out a little and clicking together, and then he started rocking himself back and forth. It had been a few centuries since he last had himself a live host for his eggs. He enjoyed eating humans and animals more than he enjoyed breeding with them, but Benji was so insistent. Reaching deep enough, the little stinger quivered and yawned open before dropping soft little spider eggs into the web womb he wove. This went on for quite some time. A few hours and countless eggs later, Anansi finally shivered one last time and retreated from Benji's body. He fixed the pants, cut free the binding webs, and settled himself down at the mouth of the den where he effectively blocked the only escape route.