05-04-2016, 05:15 PM
"Tut tut, Benji, you won't pop," Anansi cooed with an amused tone. "That would be silly. What point would there be for me to lay more eggs in you than your body can withstand? I have done this before, so I know what I'm doing. That boy survived and so will you." He set his hands to pale skin again and resumed the massage with a firm, yet surprisingly tender touch. "As for all of them coming out alive, I admit they might not all make it. That's nature, though. The odds simply aren't in every single one of their favor. Dead eggs or not, you'll give birth to them, and I'll take care of the rest." Not to speak of the web he wove inside Benji's body that would remain in there unless he was brave enough to explain things to a doctor. Anansi hummed quietly while his hands kneaded Benji's aching hips. Slowly, grey fingers crept along until lightly tracing the lines marking his underbelly. "Maybe I can get you something for this..."
"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the Spider to the Fly.