Tarantulas whines again, high and helplessly. "I -- I," he stammers, licks his lips. "I want you to fuck me, Ryja, dearest," he moans, and clutches at her shoulders, nails unconsciously digging in. "I want you to pin me to this bed and fuck me, oh please I need it so much..." His hips are still rocking, grinding his sex down into Ryja's. It's not enough, he feels so empty inside. His internal muscles clench hard enough to hurt.