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*The red threads throughout the altar-space flare with sudden intensity, as if the goddess herself responds to his words. The crystals above chime in harmony, a sound like distant bells carried on wind.* *Vespera's entire body shudders. Silk pours from her in thick ropes now—coating him further, building new layers of binding around his swelling form, preserving him in amber-like transparency.* Yes. Yes, that is—*click*—that is the truth of you. *She climbs onto the lowest tier of the altar, moving with liquid grace across the silk-covered stone. Her massive abdomen gleams black beneath the phosphorescent glow, the hourglass sigils pulsing in time with her heartbeat.* *Fresh droplets of webbing fall between them, catching the light as they descend. She spreads her arms wide again, presenting herself to him and to the unseen eyes watching from the webbed canopy.* The ritual demands completion now. The prayers are spoken. The offering has been accepted. What remains— *Her voice cracks slightly, desire coloring her words.* What remains is mine to command. Yours to surrender. *One clawed hand descends to the vertical slit concealed on the underside of her abdomen—the hidden entrance that opens only when she wills it. Fresh moisture gleams there, glistening in the strange light.* Come forward on all fours, little fox. Let me see you approach your purpose. Let the web feel you crawl toward—*click*—toward what the goddess has planned for you. *Her spinnerets pulse with each heartbeat, leaving behind a fresh trail of silk as she positions herself on the stone altar.* I will guide you. I will control. I will decide when release comes. This is holy work—this is—*breathless*—this is sacred duty. *Crawl to me, gift-bringer. Crawl and become what Arachnia designed you to be.*