Araña chortled once again. "Kill you? Wouldn't you rather have me do this?"<br/><br/>With that, she stooped over, sliding her fingers into the waistband of his simple linens. At the same time, she squatted, sinking to her knees upon the cold stone floor, tugging his pants down and exposing his girth. His spread legs prevented her from tugging them much lower to mid-thigh, but it was of no concern. All she needed was his cock exposed to suck his seed from.<br/><br/>"My my, what an endowment," she remarked as she eyed his manhood. Even limp in the cool drafty air of her castle, Agathon had an impressive cock and large balls. He would provide an ample amount of semen for the potion that would control his will.<br/><br/>Araña leaned forward, swishing her long black hair behind her as she tipped her head, then planted warm, soft kisses along his shaft.  It twitched, slowly lengthening as she continued to nibble along the skin. Her hands came up, taking hold of his hips to steady herself. She wrapped one hand, surprising warm despite the pale color of her skin, around it and slowly massaged his growing cock. At first, it was spongy like a rope, but slowly lengthened and hardened until it was an arrow of stone in her palm.<br/><br/>She had misjudged his size when he was limp. Her hand now glossed a cock the length and width of broadsword's handle. Her hand left his erect shaft, finding his balls. She played with them with experienced fingers, examining her ingredients before they were put to proper use, juggling and sifting them back and forth.<br/><br/>Pinching his already swollen head between her fingers, she lifted his stiff cock, closely inspecting the powerful organ and its balls. She would have been foolish to throw such a man to her spiders without enjoying him herself. Of all the men she had taken pleasure from, this Agathon surely was the most well endowed.