Lust lifted her legs to wrap them around him, trapping him against her as they fucked- as though she needed to do that physically, as though he wasn't already the spider in her web.
She slid her fingers into his hair and against his ear she whispered - breathless, hungry, the slightest of whines at its edge - "you feel so fucking good." Men were toys, and Lust knew exactly which strings to pull to make all their actions work.