Surprisingly, Adam was right. Chelicerae scythed out from the ruins of Portia’s face as pedipalps reached from her throat, all said appendages coming to close gently over Eoan’s cheeks. And while spiders had no tongues, Portia seemed to have no knowledge of that: a red stem of muscle wormed out of her mouth and between the boy’s lips. “Is it weird I find this kinda hot?” said Rowan.
