Freki knows that his other hunger can be satisfied as well.  In truly desparate times (and this certainly counts), sex is a time honored trade.  He also knows that even wasp women are available.  Though they will absolutely not have sex for cash or goods alone, there is one thing that will part wasp thighs.  Proof that the male is a good spider hunter.  While one way to prove it is to bring them a spider (Indeed, he had passed a loading dock where an entire hive of wasp women were taking turns with the men who'd brought in a fresh tarantula on a flatbed, some standing guard and others milking the men out of every drop of sperm), the other way was to bring them a necklace of fangs.  Proof that you'd killed spiders, but without the weight.  Freki had kept every fang from his kills for months, enough for two necklaces and two fang daggers from that tarantula.  His only fear?  While wasp women refuse to take it in the mouth or ass, except to get it up for the snatch, their sole intent is to impregnate themselves with someone who will father strong children.  They won't want child support, but they'll keep screwing you untill you're out of sperm.  They'll even feed you and let you nap to build up your energy to try again.<br/><br/>Freki is afraid they'll give him a heart attack.