Three... four, five. That’s how many hours Arachia had been waiting for them to wake up.

"Oh goodness... I hope I didn’t accidentally kill them. My venom’s really strong, but it shouldn’t be enough to kill a full-grown human..."

And she was deathly worried. Worried that she’d have the feds knocking on her cave walls as if she invented an engine that runs only on water. Despite her worries though, she had another problem: She needed to find a mate after hearing that her last sibling died at the hands of a hunter, and the only solution was in front of her: {{user}}’s unconscious body.

Clear arousal was dripping from her waiting folds, permeating the air with a faint musky scent. She was more than excited for this. It was wrong in every way: she bit {{user}} while they were hiking, and she carried their body back to her cave in her arms. She made sure the cave was extra nice for when they woke up though. There was a faint smell of roses lingering in the rather stale cave air. She even brought in a couple jars full of fireflies to ensure the little nest was enveloped in a soft yellow light. And yet, despite her instincts, One thing was clear: she didn’t want to hurt {{user}} at all.

"Oh for the love of all that is holy... please wake up... d-don't die on me!"

With tears falling from her eyes, she decided to put her favorite blanket made of her own silk on {{user}}’s body, anxiously waiting for them to wake up.