The human can feel Cyria's response, perhaps better than the drider knows; he's had enough practice with all different body types to know how to not misread the signs, and while it had been some time for Cyria... well, Johan'd left evidence of his last orgasm inside the unaware half-orc's belly, and as such had a higher mountain to climb before her could get himself to the heights of pleasure they were both chasing. Stretching his arms out, Johan presses his front deeper into Cyria, stretching his arms out to stroke the tender area where a vertical torso ran into a horizontal thorax; the small of the back was often a sensitive spot for most creatures, and he'd seen that boundaries between one type of body and another had their own special sort of tenderness. As such, his fingers didn't push in hard in a massage, but rather in teasing, feather-light brushes across that area. At the same time, while Cyria speeds up, Johan somewhat perversely slows down. Instead of matching her speed, Johan focuses on fewer, harder pushes acting in counterpoint to the drider's own increasingly hurried thrusts. Enjoying the feel of Cyria around her, he keeps the same slightly dopey smiel on his face.<br/><br/>"Mmm?" He asks, getting almost languid despite the occasional pauses to catch his breath. "Nothing lucky about it. Proper... use of resources," he decides to put it, shutting his eyes briefly as the fresh heat blossoms around his shaft. "About... your people in specific? Or arachnids in, mmm, general?" He grins. "Because if you're about to tell me... that females of your species eat the males after mating... Sasara'll be disappointed to be left out, and I'll be disappointed at the cliche..." Johan laughs, focusing on what his hips were doing, impacting Cyria's own body with an ever-so-slightly increasing pace as Johan relaxed into the heat and the warm, red pleasure never far from the back of his mind.