@Draconian Had she considered the realm in which she stepped she might have reconsidered her venture. An adventurer, even a man, would find traipsing along the Ash Field Flats as more than a challenge. There was a host of species of dragons that went from small, ones who were poisonous and crawled flat on their bellies, to the grand scale ones who took to the skies. But she was a stubborn woman, who paid quite a large some of money (and her own personal time (years even)) into finding out just what was the man after, wanted to gain, from her father's death.
She knew it was murder, certainly, but she had no idea how far Opus Dey's reach had stretched. She was beginning to second guess her mission, as her men began to thin out and abandon her through each new hurdle tossed their way. They had an easy amount of twelve men when they had begun, which after the near clip with a fire breathing dragon, left her down to eight. And crawling through the black ice mountain pass brought her numbers down to five.
The AshField Flats had elicited a death from poison from the bite of one of the numerous lizard-dragons that scraped around. It was around this time all of her men were calling for her to turn around. There was a still the tar pits they needed to cross and the Dragon Tooth Mountain pass, but she made no agreement nor disagreement, only settled on making camp well outside of Ashfield.
But here, just half a mile from the tar pits, the terrible echo of dragon roars kept her away most of the night. It sounded like a war with thunder. It was a terrible thing, and where they camped it was nearly pitch black due to the sudden onset of clouds.
Come the morning, Miss Warner had awoken to a second death, and her men already packing their things. Although once they were ready to head back, it was here Beatrice asked if they wouldn't mind waiting just one more day here. She knew they were close.. and it was foolish, but she felt she could hve enough strength to go further on her own if she at least had men back here to support her on the journey home.
The men hesitated, but eventually agreed to giving her three days on her own.
"But if we don't see you come the third moon... We leave."
Beatrice nodded, and drew in a careful breath, tossing her back over her shoulder and looking out towards the road ahead. It wasn't going to be easy, and perhaps now she felt it more a fool's quest than ever....
But something fueled her forward. Hope. Revenge. The insatiable quench for just having answers met. She didn't even know what she'd do by now were she to find the answers he sought-
Perhaps that was enough all in it's own. And though these ideals continued to roll through her mind, she was suddenly torn from anything except the sudden hot sticky tar pit she found herself slipping into.
With a gasp, she frantically fought the powerful suctioning force that wanted to drawn her. She felt panicked, her mind rattling as she looked around for anything to use as a crutch. A sharp rock jutting out towards her back seemed the only feasible thing in reach, and she scrambled to pull out the rope in her sack, keeping both well above her head before making a hasty lasso and tossing it out.
But her heart dropped the moment the lasso missed, and came undone. And shee had to be quick, to pull the rope back in such a way as to avoid dragging it into the tar that seemed to be making a tighter hold around her the longer she sat (or sank). She quick retied it, double checked her knot and drew in a careful breath. She sized up the rock as best she could and tried again.
Then again, until finally, she could have cried when the loop hooked.
Giving the rope a heft pull she found herself needing to use an incredible amount of stretch just to get her legs free of the muck. But once she was able to get out to her knees, it was a lot easier to drag herself onto shore.
She dropped down onto the dry lands surrounding the pits and just lay there, exhausted and staring up at the thundering skies. This time it wasn't just the dragons making noise as she noticed a few blue streaks of lightning crack over head. She sighed, welcoming the smell of rain.
She felt filthy and the sudden down pour was relieving. But it was also enough of a force to perk her up and get he to move. She was soaked to the bone, and most of the tar washed well enough away, but it still felt as though it clogged her pores and other nooks and crannies within her body that just made her feel soiled.
It was hard to see, and she had to take advantage whenever the lightning flashed over head. But the tar pits were steaming and with the constant streaming of rain it was still hard to see, to move forward and just as she thought she'd found an area free of the pits-
She felt a hard crunch. The ground beneath her began to split. And as she tried to step off of the crumbling land, she was thrown off balance as the entire
world seemed to shake. She managed to fall into the rocky edges of a cliff side, only to find herself becoming scraped and bruised, and only clinging onto it for a short time before her grip slipped away and she fell-
becoming swallowed into a darkness beneath her that felt eternal-
Until she succumbed to that darkness as well.
She was surprised than when she awoke, there was nothing to see. Pain was evident, which was at least a reminder enough that she was alive. Cluthcing onto her head, she began to feel herself down, seeking out her pack which she seemed to have lost in the fall. But some frantic scrambling around her made her realize she hadn't dropped it too far from herself and clutched the thing close to herself in painful fists.
Blindly, she rummaged through the bag until she felt the familiar, smooth pearls and brought one out, cracked a finger nail into it before holding it out and watching the enchanted object take light. And as she realized from what it's faint light would show, is that she had fallen down a long way from the world ahead....
And the only thing before her stretched enormous caves of an unfamiliar pattern.
And she felt the plight of her decision.
Dare she try to climb up? An impossible feat, even she knew that. Or take her chances in the labyrinth ahead.
The sound had echoed through the labrynth and it jolted Sol awake.
Few things woke him, spending most of his time sleeping to preserve strength. The move he moved the more he had to eat and the more he had to eat the more he had to hunt. It was an endless cycle of monotony and he cracked an eye open, looking around for a moment before he recalled - Ah yes. A noise. A most interesting noise. An uncommon noise. It hadn't sounded like a cave in exactly - which was good, part of his duty was to clean those up - but... It was strange enough to investigate.
He chose to walk along the ceiling, taking careful steps as he meandered along. There were fewer pebbles up here. Fewer ways to make noise and alert his... Prey. Potential prey.
The scent hit him first.
Woman.
It send a shiver through his spine and he felt his fangs grow in his mouth, saliva pooling under his tongue. Sol walked for a while longer than he'd planned and finally, he spotted it, faint light, squinting and moving his arm to cover his eyes. He watched her from afar, upside down as he was before he licked his lips and felt his heart pick up the pace.
She wasn't a drow, he could see that much.
Which meant she was free game.
It took effort not to groan at the idea.
Sol grinned in the darkness, watching, moving carefully he shuffled to the side, grabbing a rock and tossing it towards her so it would bounce along the ground from the pitch black where he was.
She would be his.
A plaything and then... A delicious meal.
The meat was always a little more tasty after being doused in fear.
For her father, she had to remind herself, this was all for him. Revenge. Answers....
Even still it fueled her forward slowly. She wasn't about to get herself more lost in a world she knew nothing about anymore than she needed to. And she was far enough into the cavern that the place she had once fallen into had long since disappeared from sight. It was then she rounded a bend, though she saw some sort of rope or thread clinging to one of the ceilings far away.
But then a rock fell and scattered at her feet. Immediately her heart was in her throat as she consciously stepped away and looked at the rock.
Then up to see the looming figure over head.
Sol took a careful step back, staying just away from her light source.
It was too soon to reveal herself.
He did toss another rock.
A smaller one. Aiming for her foot.
Sol watched, stoic, curious.
Hm, must be a more brave lady than he gave her credit for. Still, brave people could be good meals.
She thought she saw something, a curl, or movement in the shadows above. The second rock, however, made her draw back, look around and move forward, away from whatever was making the stones fall, and fast.
Pleased with his little game, maybe he could direct her to run right into his den?
Sol licked his lips, salivating at the thought of fresh meat. Thinking meat. Not even rat meat or bug meat. She'd taste wonderful and he couldn't wait. Another rock, another movement towards her, no doubt she'd hear the dip of saliva on the ground - the caves were silent except for the sounds of the rocks he tossed and her.
The chasing worked for a time until she found herself tripping over something unseen. She gave a yell, stumbling forward and finding her arms catching into a sticky mess. Somewhere along the line she had dropped her glowing pearl and found to see around with it where it was left, perched in some recess upon the ground.
But as she struggled she began to realize...
What she was stuck in appeared a lot like sticky, thin spider webs. A shiver rain down her spine as she heard something draw near...
and her heart was soon hammering inside her ears.
For if this were a spider web....
At what size would that spider be to need a web so.. massive? For as her eyes looked around, her heart seized in fear- for the webs appeared endless and in that moment did she realize she was in some sort of immanent danger.
Perfect.
Sol turned his pace leasurely, taking careful steps and finally walked right side up, his pokey little spider fit knocking pebbles about.
he was even so gracious as to pick up her little glowing pearl, fisting it in his hand before he made his way towards here. She was in his den. A dead end and there was no way out except past him. Squinting his eyes slightly to avoid the light, he stood in front of the girl and held out her little glowing ball to help illuminate himself, glaring at her before he threw it towards her.
Of course it got caught in some webbing.
"Why are you in my caves," He hissed, voice a low rumble, scratching from disuse.
Her eyes must've been wider than saucers as she gazed up onto the illuminate figure of a man's torso- whcih very recognizably was also joined by the lower half of a spider. And though her lips parted for something to say, no words could come out, her breath and wit choked of her.
Sol frowned at the silence.
He darted forward, his hand reaching forward to grab her chin and hold it tightly in his cool hand.
"Why are you in my caves," He hissed, leaning his face to hers. She smelled so delicious. He placed a leg on either side of the cave wall, caging the girl in before he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Fresh meat. He couldn't wait. While he had hoped to get some sort of brief conversation out of the girl, just eating her was also an option.
It was only then, as he was straddle over her, legs locked along the sides of the cavern, that she felt the real fear free up her voice.
"T-to look... To look for freedom... a way out!"
A flash of confusion.
Freedom?
Sol frowned, nose wrinkling, the silver mantle he wore over his shoulders glinting in the light. Sol could understand the want of freedom. However, freedom from him wasn't an option and he moved his hand along her, resting at her hip to feel the thickness, hand to her waist to feel how big around she was. Mechanically his hand went to her breast to give that a squeeze because the fat was always the tastiest.
Finally he caught her chin and looked down at her, "You're not leaving, Human, you're going to keep me company and then I'm going to eat you."
She couldn't deny she wasn't terrified. Her body was visibly trembling and even shivered over at his touch. However, when he groped her chest, she jerked away and bared her teeth.
"I am no play thing of yours!" And she looked him over, still scared, but there was a flash of anger in her eyes. "Nor am I a meal!"
Trembling.
Sol grinned, fangs showing, his eyes drooping shut.
Her reaction however had her jerk back and he looked at her accusingly. How dare she yell at him! "You are what I say you are. You're in my cave and so you are mine," He knocked the glowing pearl from it's stuck spot in the webbing and he rolled deeper into his den, illuminating the dead end wall.
And because she didn't like it the first time he gave her breast another cruel squeeze, simply to show her - she was going to be his. In many ways. The grin returned and he licked his lips, "You do look plump and tasty, Little Human."
If he served to frighten her he had already done so, but if he wanted to keep enraging her, then he was doing the right thing too! She struggled against the webbing.
"Don't you touch me! I belong to no one, especially no creature like you!"
But oddly enough, his touches and threats to want to eat her...
Happened to build and a strange growing arousal that burned between her legs and made her cheeks flush, despite the empty belly feeling of her fear.
Sol caught the other scent and he leaned back, looking at her with confusion before his hand rested at her hip. His hair hung forward and he leaned in so their foreheads touched, "Human Creature," He breathed, giving her side a gentle squeeze, "Does fear arouse you?" He inhaled, long and deep before grinning at her, leaning his head in to graze his teeth along her neck, nipping at her but not hard enough to break the skin.
"I am Solaudrym, keeper of these caves, cursed to be a drider until The end of the world," His voice was a husky whisper against her throat and he pulled his head back and the hand at her waist dipped between her legs and he gave a heated chuckle when he felt her heat, fingers pressing against her curiously and gently before he pulled his hand back and looked at the wetness on his fingers, smirking at them. It had been far too long since he'd been with a woman in any manner - now that drow women disgusted him for their treachery. The few with a fetish for driders had tried but ... The various bones would indicate how that went.
Though there would be time for games like that later.
"Despite what you say, I am more powerful than you, bigger than you and far less emotional than you and as such, you are mine until I grow tired of you and eat you or until I choose to set you free," She was his, which meant that he could change the rules whenever he wanted to. Keeping her alive for entertainment seemed worth missing the few meals she might have provided. "What are you called, Human Creature, so I might etch it into the walls?"
At being called out, she found herself gasping softly, and then again at the attention of his fangs grazing her neck. She shivered, more heat was pooling between her legs. And before she knew it, his hands were down there and her entire person grew red as she fought and struggled against the webbing.
"If you are more powerful than me, than prove it. Not by using your trickery, your webs, but by letting me go to see just how well I've had you met,"s he challenged, knowing that could very well have been her sentence to death. But she was not a woman he could simply declare as his own, as she was an adventurous woman, truly, but she also had strength and refined nobility in her blood.
"Than maybe you can earn my name, Solaudrym of these caves."
Sol grinned and tilted his head.
"You think you can escape these caves?" He breathed into her ear, his hands were on her waist and he leaned back before taking a few shuffling steps back, a dark chuckle and he smoothed a hand over her head and passed his finger tips over the shell of her ear.
"They're a labyrinth. If the caves don't kill you things far worse than I might," he whispered, "Things with no name. Things that take days to get you." A smile, "Very well," He let go of her, taking a few steps back, "Name your conditions, Little Human, how do I earn your name? When I have to feed you? When you're dying on the floor?"
Still very much glued to his webbing, she carefully calculated her words.
"When you see me to freedom," she told me, chin up despite the fear that still tickled through her veins and made her heart beat so heavy she feared it might very well pound clean out of her chest.
Sol laughed.
"Ah, no," He grinned again, "Your name isn't worth that much. Perhaps I'll give you a new one," He traced his fingers over her chin, looking at her thoughtfully before he looked her up and down, "I will name you Felyndra," he smirked at her. Looking her up and down he ran his hand up and down her side, licking his lips.
"We have a good amount of time before you dehydrate or starve," He breathed against her neck, "And I do so love the way you smell."
It gave her chills this creature was so close to her, over powering her and filling her with dred. Although she was hardly a woman who screamed at spiders or insects, it was impossible not to be unnerved by the massive lower half of his body. And still she clinched as he drew near, heart beating rapidly but fear chilling her veins. The ends of her fingers prickled even, neck and spine stiff, but still.... As the spider man presumed, she was lit up from fear.
"Feylndra, my pet." His voice was soft, "do you remember what rain smells like?" It seemed like an innocent enough question but his hands roamed along her curiously, memorizing the feel of her body.
She cringed at his touch. "Of course I do. You should be able to smell it all over me," she told him through her teeth.
"Sadly the scent of needing a mate is overpowering any scent of rain," He breathed in, tipping his face to her neck and inhaling. "Perhaps you'd like to bargain for your freedom," Sol said softly, his hand moving to her shoulder before moving back down to grope at her thigh. Seemed like there was lots of good meat there.
"If you can escape by navigating the tunnels in," He looked thoughtful, "Three hours - without a light - I'll let you go. Even if it's nightfall I won't pursue." And then he smiled, "And if you can't you become my pet until I grow tired of you and set you free or I eat you."
"Three hours?" she scoffed. "And without a light? Really, I never knew one could be so barbaric. No, I don't think I'll agree to those terms. I might be desperate for a chance to escape but even I know how to gauge a bad deal."
Sol smiled at her, enjoying her sharp tongue and wit. Most would nod and flee, grabbing any chance at freedom.
Well, he assumed, he'd never caught a living human before. Usually just ate their broken remains.
He brushed past her, his legs dragging along hers as he made his way to her little glowing bead.
"Fine. eight hours with this," He moved behind her, leaning down far enough so his chest pressed to her back while he pressed the pearl into her hand and went about dismantling the web. Of course he'd follow her the whole way, ready to claim his prize and drag her back to his den.
Beatrice shivered at the contact, the sight and feel of the massive spider limbs still completely unnerving. She never hated spiders, but after this, she supposed if she survived it, she might have good reason to.
And then his back was flush to her's and she felt her heart become swallowed in her throat. The orb blinded her momentarily, but the second she began to fall free, she scrambled to catch her balance, and turned to face the drider defensively.
"Either hours, the light and what else?" she knew she was pushing her luck, but she was also grasping for more time. She needed to think, and plan, and figure this all out- but it was nearly impossible as she was still trembling and very much overwhelmed by the entire ordeal.
Sol picked her up by the waist to remove the webbing from around her ankles and nuzzled his nose to her neck, enjoying her scent. Also remembering it for later.
"Eight hours, the light," His tongue swiped along the curve of her neck where it met shoulder, "And the knowledge that if I catch you, I win." He set her down gently, "I'll give you a head start."
Still unnerved, she couldn't help but bite back, "Oh, a head start? How generous of you." But she was sweating something fierce, and wasn't sure if her heart had ever hammered so hard for so long.
Sol smiled, "You have no idea, Feylndra," He purred at her. He took a few steps back, watched her and waited. "Your head start is running out, Pet, best you get going."
Taking a step back, she regarded him only briefly, hoping she wasn't a full to turn her back on such a creature and run. But she was able to run, and she knew she was a fool if she didn't try. Turning on her heel, she clutched the light and took off, ducking under one low hanging webbing after another, heading towards the opposing opening she had stumbled in from. She knew she had better changes anywhere but where she had fallen in from, and also, hoped, that the smaller opening of this section of caves meant a smaller area- and perhaps a place only someone of human sized could fit.
She could only pray there was at least some means to get out of this mess, and her eyes also sought the walls around her for a weapon. She did have a knife in her boot, but it'd have to be a well placed cut if she wanted to use it. The drider was of incredible size, and she knew she truly hadn't seen the whole lethality of this spider.
Spiders, spiders were known for their poisons. And their ability to climb. Climb...
Her eye flashed up towards the ceiling as she continued to make her way across the wide expanse of his den. Climb...
She had to remember that. And webs. HIs webbing was so sticky, it seemed only the spider himself could pry her from it.
Ducking into the first cavern entrance, she was careful to avoid the thick webbing that littered across her path. She was certain the spider must've just gushed the webs from his spinneret just for the fun of it here, for the deeper she went, the harder it was to creep past his curtains of webs.
Sol gave her the headstart.
Technically.
He wasn't chasing her. He was following her.
And after that headfull of her scent. The way fear made her smell so good Sol decided that there were much more interesting things to do besides eat her. He hadn't anticipated her getting so far so quickly and he paused, frowning slightly when he watched her avoid webbing.
Webbing he knew he hadn't put there.
Mostly the caves were web free - or at least he thought they were - they were stilled used by drows to move and if they'd caught him cluttering their space with his sticky webs they'd have things to say to him. Perhaps a death sentence to hand him.
Sol followed her wearily, silent as ever. Though he tore through the webs like they were made of paper and of course they stuck to his legs. A deep frown. A chattering could be heard down the way, clicking of carapace. The girl would have no time react, the other being was so fast, legs curled around her to draw her into his own web.
"Nindel zhah usst!" Sol snapped his voice hissing, rushing forward, legs getting tangled in the others web.
When had they cursed another?
Or how long ago was it that they'd been sleeping until now?
No doubt her sweet scent woke him up.
And now he was hungry.
Being caught off guard, Beatrice's cries were muffled as she dropped her light orb and was yanked into the dark. She couldn't help but believe that this was Sol coming back to gobble her up, but when she heard a hiss and turned towards the voice, the orb illuminated just enough of his face for her to recognize him before she slowly turned around and her stomach dropped as she looked at him.
Sol snarled and the other drider - gnarled and old. Sunken cheeks, stringy white hair, hissed something in return. It was an old language. Far older than Sol could remember, but this one had his play thing.
Sol had so few belongings.
He lunged.
It was easy to fight such a tired drider, Sol made sure to knock away the little light orb once he tossed Felyndra behind him. That way she couldnt see what he did. Only the sick sound of flesh ripping. The dull thud of something meaty being dropped and the following much quiet noises that sounded not a lot unlike eating.
Why should meat go to waste?
Overcome with the meal, Sol momentarily forgot his prize and fed.
Seeing the opportunity, Beatrice slunk back. Quietly as she could, she procured the light orb and began to move. And she moved in any which direction she could. There was no care in where she went, just how she went, for she was as silent as the grave.
Eventually there was a split in the cave, and she took the sharp right, which she felt the ground worm it's way further down into the ground rather than up. It might not be the road to freedom, but she spotted a few slits in the cave walls, and when she saw one she believed she could fit into, but perhaps a drider could not...
She began to climb, quickly- but carefully up the craggy side of the cavern wall.
It was a decent amount of time of him feasting on the other drider before he realized his precious Feylndra was gone. His head jerked up and he looked around, gave a little hiss of displeasure before he pressed his hand to the walls and took a deep breath, trying to catch her delicious scent. So sweet.
There.
Another deep breath, a soft sigh and he took off after her, legs quick and silent.
The scent grew stronger in no time and there. The strongest point.
He hissed when he realized where she was.
"Don't go there," He pleaded, voice husky from wanted and feeding, "You'll get trapped and die. It's a fissure. It leads no where," he didn't want her to die. He'd never have her delicious scent again, "Felyndra." His voice was stern at the opening, arm reaching in, she was right, he couldn't go through, up to his waist where his cursed spider body began.
"Felyndra, please, I won't eat you. I'll help you, but I can't help you if you get stuck and die."
Beatrice had barely slipped into her little tunnel when Sol appeared and begged her to return. She smiled grimly at the idea.
"I think I'll take my chances here. The cave doesn't seem to want to toy with me and desire to eat me later." She crawled back until she believed she was far away from him he definitely couldn't reach.
"And my name is Beatrice... Beatrice Warner," she corrected, peering back towards him from the dark, those green eyes of her glowing subtly from the snuffed light of the orb pressed closely within her palm.
"Felyndra!" Sol called, "Beatrice!" Why was he panicking?
There could be a cave in.
He clawed at the rocks in desperation, "Please. That leads no where. You'll starve or get stuck. Please. I won't eat you!" He voice took on a heavy accent in his panic, slipping from common to the drow tongue he grew up with. "Please, I'll show you the way out if you spend a few days with me," he finally started to bargain, "Just a few days. I won't eat you and you'll be free."
She had already made up her mind. There was no way nor reason to trust the beast and she had survived this long on her own, anyway. So she continued to crawl forward, body scraping at the tight fit and tearing at her dress and skin.
The way forward was a jagged crawl, and she knew she'd be bruised and sore later. It was most impossible now for her to even go back if she wanted to. She had no idea how,long she had been crawling like that on her belly, but pauses a moment to stretch out her limbs as best she could, and to draw in a few deep breaths to remain calm.
She knew she could very well die in here... She just hoped her fate was much better forwards rather than back with that drider. But surely things couldn't get worse now, could they?
She continue d on her belly, and eventually the fissure opened to a three way split. Beatrice nudged both ways carefully before licking her finger and holding it up towards each way forward. It was a weak sense, but the right tunnel seemed to carry a wine with it. So it was that way she crawled through next.
Sol hissed angrily.
stupid little human.
He tried to be nice.
Apparently his lies didn't quite strike enough fear into her.
Whatever. He knew where the tunnel went, he'd follow her scent - it was ingrained in him, he needed to have her. Needed to taste her. Sol rolled his shoulders and continued along the way, knowing the tunnels like the back of his hand. He'd chased rats through almost all the little fissures and holes and if she was looking for the way out and was a least a little intelligent he knew exactly where she'd be going.
Sol took to the ceiling again, no need to just stand in front of the hole she'd come out of.
This time.
Sol frowned, this time he'd keep his Felydra. At least for a little while.
It was hours of crawling inside the unknown that gnawed on her, her mind whirling over the idea of getting lost and dying a slow death. Perhaps it wasn't much better of a way to go, but at least it was on her terms.
The tunnel began to narrow, Beatrice finding it harder and harder to contort and pull her body through the narrow passage... Only to find an opening enough to stretch her limbs and take a small break. But moving forward was bleak and at one point, near impossible. She had to turn around. She had to try another way. But moving backwards in such a confining space was near impossible, and at one point she slipped and got her foot stuck in a crack. Panicked, she writhed and cried,and choked and sobbed until,finally getting her ankle free. And somehow she managed to get back to her little resting spot, where she found herself sobbing yet again with little relief.
She would die here. And she was a fool, and the fear began to overwhelm her.
She wasnt sure how long she had stayed there, but the anxiety was too much to bear. She had little reason to,keep moving forward, but eventually she noticed a wide opening over head.
Shifting onto her knees, she lifted the orb to examine what was above. It seemed wide enough she could climb, and also... She could feel the subtle breeze she had been searching for.
Using all the strength she could,muster, Beatrice began her ascent, digging fingernails and toes into the craggy sides and pulling herself along. It was tiring work, and,more than a dozen times she had to,stopnand lean into the rocks for a rest, but eventually the cave did open, eventually she could see the open mouth ahead.
Quickly she crawled not without a care, using the rest of her energy to,pull herself from the narrow cave and into the wide open space where she let herself drop against the stalegmites to which she clung to and sobbed in her exhausting victory.
It was, of course, faster to navigate the tunnels of the caves than it was to crawl through it. The fact he had eight legs probably helped a great deal. Sol snarled as he went, imagining the terrible wonderful things he'd do to his Felyndra once he had her in his arms again. She was loud.
Wonderfully so.
Sol sat in the corner of the room.
Eyes closed. Patiently waiting.
Then her scent filled the room. The noises.
Sol smiled when he saw her.
Made his way towards her.
He'd made a web in the doorway, all he had to do was keep her from going back into that hole. Which, he hoped, a healthy dose of being stuck and terrified would keep her from doing. Sol took careful steps towards her, trying his best to be quiet. Various sticky webs littered the area from his boredom in waiting. Just get one on her ankle. Keep her there.
A lick of his lips and he moved closer, just outside the reach of her little light.
He'd feasted so he wouldn't be hungry for a good deal of time. Which meant there was more time to play with his little Felyndra. His precious Beatrice. A dark grin was on his face. Maybe he'd even let her go after all, once he was bored with her.
Had she not been so caught up in her return to the more spacious portion of the cavern she might have noticed his shadow looming. But as it were, she only noticed him when he was over top at her. And she was still catching her breath and wit when she did.
At the sight of him, she gasped and choked on the intake of air. She rolled to her knees, still coughing before she looked up at him through a curtain of her now raggy hair.
Sol was angry.
A quiet simmering kind
He'd decided she was his. How dare she try to get away from him. Sol picked her up like she weighed nothing, bending at an odd angle to get her. He grabbed her by the wrists first, bound them to the wall with webbing.
"I gave you a deal, Feylndra," he snarled out, "why didnt you take it?"
She winced as he bound her wrists, and pulled her achingly off the ground. Her chest heaved with each breath as she looked at him and said, "It was a chance I had to take. I was never born to be a slave," she panted. ,or some prisoner of yours in the dark. No... I am a woman of means and a woman of pride, who grew up adventuring through the stray books and crannies of this world. And so you see.., I'd risk everything to maintain my fated freedom of life,"
Sol snarled, "I wasn't going to make you my slave." Why did that anger him so? Prisoner in the dark was much more likely. Slavery was just distasteful. Sol let her go, left her hanging on the wall by her wrists.
"Just what would you do for your freedom?" He questioned, voice soft and curious.
She struggled against her bindings, only to drop away with a disgruntled sigh. It seemed the webbing was strong, and her limbs were too fatigued for her to even give it a good try. She lifted her gaze at his words, green eyes simmering in the dark.
"Do?" came her incredulous reply. "What could a woman even offer or do to obtain it? Forgive me for the assessment, but all I've seen so far here is your desire to play with me and eat me in the end- so I'm not entirely sure I have the energy, nor desire, to play this little game," she went on, sighing. Her limbs ached so and she wished she could be relieved from her wrist, bound webbing-
But she wasn't at all surprised that the events turned out as unfortunate as they were. And part of her was still relieved for no longer being confined in the small cracks of the cave.
Gritting her teeth, she looked the spider-man over.
"What would you even do after I left?" nd at that, she gave a mocked smile. He'd never let her go. Who else was here to entertain him? No one. And that left her future very bleak indeed.
Sol made a noise with his tongue, looking a little put out. Though, in the darkness she probably couldn't see him too well. "I don't want to eat you," He said honestly, "Well, I don't want to consume you," A tilt of his head, "I ate the one that touched you. I won't need to feed for months," which was mostly true, the unmoving life he lived meant he rarely had to eat.
He moved closer to her, resting a hand on her waist, fingers climbing up her shirt to touch against her warm skin. His hand was cool and he gave a pleased little hum at the heat.
"Mourn your loss, my Feylndra," He said honestly, "Just a few days." His hand spanned her stomach, more marveling at the touch of warmth than at the fact it was flesh or belonging to a woman. "Spend a few days with me," His voice went quiet, "I'll let you go then. I'll show you the way out."
His touch sent a torching fire of fear through her veins, and an unnatural heat between her legs that ached from her belly. She wasn't used to being handled in such a way, and perhaps it was his advantage that she had not. Even still, she was a lady- a proper lady with a bit of a chip on her shoulder.
"And if I refuse?" she asked, trying to see his face.
Sol's hand clenched at her side, fingers smoothing over her ribs. It'd been so long since he'd touched another, felt warmth. It was more impulse than anything else that had his face quickly following his hands. Fingers pushed up cloth and he gave her a sharp look before he leaned to press his face to her cheek. The scent of her desire had him give a strange little purr of want.
The idea of her refusing infuriated him and he pressed his teeth to her stomach, mimicking a bite, his tongue laving over skin before he remembered she wasn't for eating. Even if she made him angry. He moved his face away and looked up at her, frowning slightly, wondering where that stupid ball of light was so that she could see him. He was attractive.
Or he had been.
Before the spider-part happened.
"Please don't," He said, smoothing his hands up and down her midsection, still soaking in the heat, "I hadn't thought of what to do if you refuse. Perhaps keep you here forever instead of a few days, turn you into a plaything like they did to me," He eyed her up and down, "You'd never get to leave then."
"And if I do stay?" she asked, guarding his reply- though it was difficult because she had to rely mostly on her hearing as the orb was tucked away somewhere, making it's light nearly useless. It must've fallen away into a crack.
Sol paused.
"I don't know," He said honestly, hands still moving on her flesh. "Just... I want your warmth. Just a few days," a gentle shake of his head, eyes closed, frowning, "I love the way you smell." He growled against her stomach, "Is that your fear?"
She shivered at his touch and grit her teeth, replying softly, "Yes."
Sol pressed his face to her belly, inhaling deeply before drawing his tongue along her navel. It was a strange appendage, far longer than a human tongue, his hands moved to her hips, fingers drawing along the line of flesh above her pants. He paused, frowning. A brief glance up at her, pushing her shirt up higher, sucking at her flesh.
"It's intoxicating," He groaned out, then pulled back and away, frowning at her for a moment, "Do you know anything of Drow?" he finally questioned.
Her skin prickled and his attentions made her shiver again. Her nipples jutted out against the fine, thin clothe of her shirt. And at his question, she stilled, panting now and blushing for it, for she hadn't realized how she was reacted.
She swallowed that back, squirming at how clammy she was beginning to feel.
"My knowledge is unfortunately limited."
His hand pushed up her shirt to her armpits. While it was pitch black, Sol could see perfectly and what he saw was indeed his Feylndra. There was an appreciative growl at her state and his hand captured and squeezed a breast before his mouth descended to the other. So long without contact. Once a guard he'd be a prized specimen. Now. Now he was nothing. Nothing more than the collar would let him be and he couldn't touch that.
His mouth worked at her breast for far longer than he intended, hand squeezing and playing with the other. "You taste so sweet, Feylndra," He whispered against her flesh before his hand began to drift down. "Drow are matriarchal," He gently bit her nipple, gazing up at her to gauge her reaction, "I was a guard, bred for strong men," He dipped his hand down the front of her pants, groaning at how warm she was, pressing his face to her chest, "If you were a drow," He smirked at her, "I'd be killed for this."
How long had it been since she had a man touch her and give her attention such as this? She wished she could say never, but she certainly had her fair share of quick romances. Even still, it wasn't her style to simply settle down with a man, for she was always anxious for the next thing.. and always guarded to ever 'settle down'.
In this regard, she could understand somewhat of what he had to say. Her world was patriarcle, men ruling, men claiming.
His attentions had her shivering, and she closed her eyes, becoming lost for a moment as he feasted on her breasts. Part of her couldn't help but adore the attention, perhaps it was some primal need within her to breed. She had never gotten so far to consider such things with a man....
But she was too exhausted to fight him, and part of her actually needed his touch.
When she felt something between her legs, her sex responded, and her hips moved ever so slightly before she stilled.
Her eyes had become adjusted to the dark, just enough so that the faint light of the orb allowed her to see him when he was this close.
"You might even be killed for this with human's, too," she countered, more matter of factly than a scold as she felt her cheeks heat pink and her body roll over into a spell of heat.
"Do you crave a woman that much?" she found herself asking, trying to break herself from the dizzying need this drow was eliciting from her.
"Warmth," He breathed against her flesh, eyes closed, resting his cheek to her breast. The warmth. The sound of a heartbeat. "Your scent," Sol growled against her flesh, hand working between her legs. He was no rookie. A few hundred years of being a part-time sex slave saw to that. Some breeding machine only to be punished.
"My Felyndra," He gave her breast a kiss, capturing it again in his mouth to suckle greedily. It would be so easy to feast. To rend flesh from bone. To tear. She was so tiny though. Helpless. Nothing like the drow women that sought after him after he'd been turned into a Drider. A monster.
He worked a finger into her heat, giving a growl at how tight and hot she was. "What I wouldn't do to be normal," He hissed into her ear, using his other arm to press their chests together while his hand worked feverishly between her legs, leaning far enough away to watch her face. His thumb at her clit and his fingers inside her. A few moments of that and he removed his hand, bringing it to his mouth to taste that sweet scent.
"Delicious," He purred at her before he let her go and stepped away, watching her, still tied up, cloths half off. "Will you stay?" He questioned, head tilted, voice curious.
The way he spoke, so raspy, so full of need only fueled the growing fire he stoked. She was heated beyond repair, her sex soaking wet as it ached and spasmed around his fingers, wanting more.
But she sobered when he pulled away, but her cheeks were no less heated as she breathed heavily from where she hung, confined. Her eyes kept to him, trying to look at his facea nd now the form of the beast beneath.
She had to wonder if the man wanted to rape her.. would he simply just use his fingers? She supposed that wouldn't be so bad. He was... rather good at it, and... she hated to admit her body yearned for more. She also was rather found of the way he handled her, so savage but also...
He seemed to treat her like a doll.
She shivered. She supposed if he wanted to... who would know? And as far as she was aware... She was certain the spider couldn't breed with it. Little did she know....
"I must say.." she began, her voice croaky as she tried to sustain some semblance of her pride. "That it.. has been quite sometime since a man has... touched me in such a way. I won't say that I hate it... but such things.. to humans, are normally expressed by lovers."
She studied him still and adjusted herself enough to get a better look at him.
"Does staying mean you'll play with me?" she asked him directly, less fear in her voice and more curiosity. Then again, the moment hte words were out she felt her desires ramping up and her need pounding inside her head. She wriggled a little from where she was bound.. and actually found herself even more excited at the prospect she'd remain like this.
Her question caught him off guard, his hands moved to either side of her chest and he leaned in so close their noses were almost touching.
"Do you want me to?" His voice was husky. As much as he'd like to treat her like a thing, he'd already endeared himself to her. The name he'd given her. The way he was raise. Toy with her yes, play with her sure, frighten her. It was ingrained in him. She was a woman. A female. She was to be worshiped.
It irritated him far less than he thought it would.
"Would you like to be lovers while you're here?" His hand moved to her belly again, hand moving down to simply cup her womanhood, enjoying how warm and wet she was, he pushed two of his fingers into her again, worked at her clit with his thumb while he spoke, "Do you desire what I can do for you?" Because obviously she didn't desire him. He was hideous. Well, his lower half was hideous.
"You're my precious Felyndra, if only for a few days," He whispered, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her neck.
The way he moved over her, so close to her face made the situation far more intimate than she was prepared for. And when his lips moved to her neck, she gasped softly, and would have thrown her arms around him if she could.
But that would only remind her what he wasn't....
And as his fingers played into her, she softly moaned.
"Y-yes..." she found herself saying, eyes hanging low and lusty. "I.. I can't deny that you make me feel good." She licked her lips and sunk her teeth into them, suppressing a moan.
"But how.. how can I be sure you won't... won't want to keep me.. keep this up... if we do?"
And further more, she couldn't wrap her mind around the way they'd be able to do more than this. How did a spider mate anyway? And considering it's size... if it were like a man's....
How was it proportional to this... half man.. half beast?
Sol froze.
Completely.
It was like lightening hit.
Whatever that was.
"You can help me," He panted at her, eyes wide, hand working faster, "Sweet, Feylndra," He gently bit her neck, adding another finger. She seemed to enjoy this. A good bargaining chip. He provided her with sweet touches and she provided him with warmth.
Perhaps something deeper.
"If I can't convince you to help me," He purred against her flesh, "I'll let you go. A few days," He repeated, fingers working against her faster, "I won't subject you to... The rest of me," He breathed in her ear, "I wasn't always like this."
He wouldn't subject her to? He wasn't always like this? A strange feeling over whelmed her and she squirmed against his fingers.
"You won't? Or you can't?" And the words were out before she realized it.
Sol gave her a strange look, fingers pausing briefly before he worked them again.
"Won't," He nuzzled against her neck, "Being a Drider is a curse from our Goddess, though some Drow women coming looking for a strange sort of pleasure." He removed his fingers from her, resting them on her belly, giving her flesh a gentle squeeze. "I'm sure it'd tear you in two, sweet Feylndra," He whispered, tilting his head, "there's hardly any pleasure in that."
"So...." she went on, releasing a long breath. "You're not here to take me as your mate.... Yet you... Wish to pleasure me?" A rather... Interesting proposal.
Sol tilted his head, confused.
"Yes," a little frown, fingers smoothing over her flesh, "Is that unusual? We would only mate in order to breed offspring - When I was a Drow at least - other wise, I was at my mistresses whim, only to bring her pleasure." A curious tilt of his head, then he smirked.
"I'm a cursed being, Precious Felyndra," He squeezed her tummy, "You should fear what I'd be able to plant in you."
"Plant?" her face twisted at the idea. "Surely it would not be possible. We... Yoire not even human." At least not where itd count.
Sol smirked, giving her a look.
"I was humanoid once. I've seen crosses of our species, pale unfortunate little creatures," He smoothed his hand over her, "I'm not a spider. I've simply been cursed with this form," Another tilt of his head, "the children born of Drow and Drider are usually culled, though nothing ever appeared to be wrong." He shrugged a little, giving her another curious look.
A brief pause and his hand moved to his neck.
The collar.
He stared at her with wide calculating eyes.
"You can help me, sweet one," He stared at her, "You can help me be a drow again."
Picked her up, removing her from the webbing, curling her legs around his torso and holding her up with a hand under her bottom. "That. Break my curse. Then I'll let you go." And maybe he'd get used to light and leave to.
Provided he'd get 'fixed'.
Beatrice hadn't expected the sudden request, and found her body plastered far too closely to his. Her cheeks went red and she visibly cringed, using what strength she had to keep herself at an adequate distance so she wasn't just draping over his shoulder like a useless waif.
However, as she inspected his collar so close, she gave a curious tilt of her head.
"And what is it you'd want me to do?"
Just remove the collar? Something didn't seem right... and her frown deepened as she continued to inspect the metal collar, or at least what she could in the pale, snuffed light.
Sol opened his mouth, ready to speak.
"I dont know," he whispered, nuzzling his face close to hers. It was tempting to press his lips to hers. A thing he'd never really done. His hands squeezed her ass and he pressed her closer, their chests smooshed together.
"Can I kiss you?" His voice was husky, and his lips were dangerously close to hers.
She was pulled so close the proximity made her head spin. And as he asked, his breath tickled her lips. She could smell the poison on them, the dead meat of the other drider. But she could also smell the natural musk possessed of any man, and it was strange that she could even sense it. Drow, though not truly human, were an odd specie at best. They lived underground, in caves and in darkness.
She blinked, coming to her senses and found herself asking in but a whisper, "Why do you want to?" And the very idea prickled more burning sensations within her.
His hands squeezed at her flesh and he pressed his mouth to her throat, laving along the pulse point. "You dont question my fingers bringing you pleasure but when i request this?" He gave a chuckle, eyes falling closed, "because it brings me pleasure." He nuzzled against her neck, "your warmth is intoxicating Felyndra."
She grit her teeth, still unsure of all of this. But her desires were growing, and it was hard to fight back her unlady like urges. But then she realized she was no longer bound... and if she wanted to escape, this may be her only chance.
But it was a dangerous idea, for certain, and she knew she wouldn't get far unless she killed the drider. And even then.... She wasn't sure she could navigate out of the caverns alive.
"If I.. agree to be yours.. for just a few days... You will let me free?" she panted, licking at her dry lips and catching her breath.
She wasnt bound by webbing.
Instead she was bound by his arms.
Sol nuzzled down against her neck before he lowered himself to the cave floor awkwardly, legs tucked tight against his body. He shifted so two of his front legs supported hers, so either leg was on one side of his body. No doubt she'd beable to feel the cool chitin of his spiderbody against her thighs.
"Yes, I'd be your slave if you could set me free," he smirked, "but i doubt it would be possible." His hands plucked at her clothing, removing her top before he placed it down on the cold stone floor, "do you desire the things i could do to you?" His voice was a husky whisper against her ear.
Beatrice couldn't help but cringe at the sensation of his strange 'skin' touching her's. It made her skin crawl and she squirmed uneasily at the touch. If the creepiness of his extra limbs wasn't enough to sober her, the words he spoke, were.
She opened her eyes to observe him, truly confused by what he suggested.
"Slave?" she shook her head. Surely it was impossible. Her eyes went to his collar. She had no idea how to even go about getting rid of such a thing. Her eyes returned to him, brows still furrowed.
"I do not believe in slaves," she told him firmly, keeping her shoulders as square as she could.
But then he was removing her clothing, making her gasp, making her bare her teeth as she was topless before him. And then his voice came, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
"Desire is a dangerous word..." came her reply, carefully keeping herself in check, even as her desires truly rose. Her heat. Her need. But still.. she was in control...
Or as in control as a captive to a spider man could be.
Sol smirked at her.
"You're in a dangerous place," He commented, hand on her breast, curious, soaking in her warmth. He closed his eyes and sighed, tucking her closer to him and shifting. A smirk and he tilted his head, pressing a kiss to her chest and breathing in deep, "Do I disgust you, Felyndra?"
"My name is Beatrice, Beatrice Warner. You'd do well to remember that." But his touch still made her squirm and flush. So when he asked her that question, she answered plainly, honestly, "Yes."
"Yes, you're called Beatrice Warner," He repeated, a chuckle in his voice, "But you're title. You're Felyndra," He smoothed his hand over her chest again and he smiled sadly at her confession of disgust, "Then you should know how I feel. I declined a simple request from my lady, all the young children they'd bred from me were culled and I was cursed to be this beast." His hand smoothed over her chest and he pressed more kisses to her collar bone, pressing his face to her chest to nuzzle.
"Can you see why I crave your warmth, Felyndra?" He whispered, "It's been almost centuries, Just a few days, I ask you to grant me a gift of your warmth and comfort." He caught her nipple in his mouth to which he greedily sucked, grinding her lower have against his hard abs to stimulate her further. He wanted more of that delicious scent of desire - even if it was fleeting and for false reasons.
Gasping, she shivered in delight. Her breasts were so sensitive from his attentions that she couldn't help but enjoy it.
"Just a few days..." she panted. Her eyes opened to look at him dizzily. Then they rolled back as he ground his hard body against her.
He'd be able to feel her warmth, her desire, even smell it grow in potency as she whimpered at his attentions and began to rock her hips against his form.
"You... Make this seem like it's not so bad." but she knew better, and that's what heated her the most.
He shifted slightly, fingers drawing at the pants she wore, pushing at the fabric, frowning when they wouldn't go down because of how he'd seated her. Angry, he lifted her by the wrists, whipped her pants off and looked to the wall. A pause and he gathered some of the webbing and deposited her onto the wall again by her wrists.
"It wouldn't be. Perhaps a little chilly," his voice got husky, "Perhaps if you prove to be compatible I'll breed you,"He growled into her neck, hand moved to cup between her legs, growing eager with the slight acceptance on her part and how wet she was. "Felyndra, you're wonderful," He whispered, biting her neck gently.
Finding herself confined by the webbing began to become an unfortunate turn on,Even more so at the idea of being taken by such a beast.... She shivered and felt her blood heat her all,over.
Her hips moved naturally, leaning into his touch as she panted.
"I.. Can't say I've ever done that before." And she had to wonder.. Did she want to? The gods knew her body did.
She whimpered.
"Did you poison me? Why am I so... Agreeable?" she asked, panting lightly as she closed her eyes and,kept moving her hips.
"You've never coupled before?" he asked curiously, pressing fingers into her wet heat, closing his eyes and sighing at the sensation of her tight around his curious fingers. Sol gave her a curious look when she asked him if he'd poisoned her, he simply chuckled, "I simply appear this way. I have only sharp teeth and webs," He nibbled at her neck, working his fingers into her quickly, wanting to see her crest and unwilling to let up before then.
"Perhaps you're curious. There's no one here. No one will know you've done this but you and myself," He nuzzled against her and smiled, "But, if it makes you feel better, Yes. I've poisoned you, Sweet Felyndra, to do what I wish of you, to take my seed and breed for me." A smirk and he lifted his head, pressing a kiss to her jaw, "Will you do that? Now that I've poisoned you into being so agreeable?"
The words were so dangerous, so erotic his fingers would be able to feel her heat grow. She whimpered and rocked her hips into his fingers. She felt so dizzy. No one would know. And she was poisoned into it.
She,moaned. Leaning into his teeth and kisses, her hips moving faster, her pleasure growing.
"Gods.." what could she say? "Yes... Mmmm, please, Yes."
Honestly he was surprised at how eager this woman was.
Apparently the promise of freedom and a few moments of being some primal version of herself deep underground pulled all the right strings. Sol gave a heated chuckle at her eagerness and he smoothed his freehand over where his waist met his chitin armor. It was a strange sensation, no doubt, the thick appended that replaced his fingers. Sol wasn't thinking of her anymore. He was only thinking of the life he'd been denied.
It made him angry.
Not at his Felyndra.
He nudged his cock between her wet folds, smooth and hard, as cool as the rest of him. His hands moved to her knees to lift them up and hold them over his elbows. He pushed into her gently, not waiting to cause an overmuch amount of pain. Sol was tense, fingers digging into the rocks. A hiss of breath when he pushed in deeper, groaning at how tight and hot she was. "Felyndra," He moaned into her ear, pulling her closer, sinking in deeper, "I'm going to breed you," He hissed into her ear, "You're going to leave these caves and never forget me," and he bit her neck (though didn't draw blood) and hilted himself within her with a long heated groan that echoed off the walls.
Oh by the gods. Whatever it was prodding between her legs made her skin crawl as she initially jerked away from it. But her desires had her drunk and she couldn't think straight. Even if she was clipped from the webbing, she wouldn't have fought it much as he moved and inserted himself, it painfully digging deeper.
She winced, whimpered even until she felt him go in all the way. Then she heard his pleasure and felt it, and her sex began to respond. And she was hot, and she was soaking wet.
"G-gods!" she gasped, sex gripping his so tight. "Oh by the Gods... Oh gods." And her hips began to move impatiently, desiring oh so much more.
The cries had him tense up and he moved her hips against his - Sol's own were unfortunately quite stationary. He worked himself inside her, face tucked against her neck. He couldn't remember how wonderful this felt and she'd soon be experiencing why some Drow women sought the cursed Driders. His cock undulated inside her, hilted as it was and him having little mobility. He moved her, bouncing her against his hips, drawing almost all the way out before seating her against him.
He worked at a feverish pace, breath growing hot against her neck.
Sol needed to feel her pleasure against him. A driving need to prove himself. His fingers dug into her legs and he moaned against her neck, sweat beading on his smooth chest while he worked himself into a frenzy. He rocked her harder against him until finally he pulled her to him tightly, the base of his cock swelling inside her to knot her to him.
"Felyndra," He moaned out, capturing her lips with his before he rocked her against his knot, designed to press on all the perfect places inside her. The part he didn't mention was that she'd be tied to him for a while and with a gasp he came deeply inside her, his hot seed flowing into her. "You'll be tied to me for a while," He huffed out, voice raspy, "let me know if it hurts," He whispered into her ear, hands still on her knees to guide her hips against him in a way that he hoped only gave her pleasures.
Just when she thought she had her fill, more of him entered her body. She couldn't explain it, as if some swollen bulge entered in along with his thick, dark shaft. At first it wasn't expected, and it hurt, just a little. But she was so heated and slick it soon did not matter as pleasure over came pain as she moaned as he worked her.
If she seemed bother by his statement, she said little on the matter, her own body glistening with sweat and kissing against his when their bodies touched. Breasts bounced pertly, nipples hard like small, red beads and her cheeks were flushed redder than her hair. In fact, she was flushed clear all over.
And then she felt his release, something most unexpected as she gasp and shifted as it felt like something hot had struck her from within! The strike wasn't painful, just a sensation that had taken her off guard and soon she was wriggling at the sensation of his seed flooding her and she arched her body and curled her toes as she cried out at the sensation, her own pleasure building immensely, yet she herself, had yet to peak.
Panting, she moved a little and felt his member trapped inside her. So she tried again before asking through a pant, "What.. what do you mean by 'tied'?"
Wasn't she already tied? her body was strung out, tightly knit to his sticky webs.
Was there.. some means for him to use his webbing inside her? The very idea made her skin crawl as she shivered. Is that what she had felt from him? Was he taking her with his spinnerets?
Sol gave her a look for a moment, mouth open slightly, lips wet from chewing on them.
"What?" He asked her confused. Tied. Oh right. "My..." He drew her closer, rotating her against him, "My knot. To make sure my seed takes," He purred into her ear, "The reason why some Drow have a fetish for us." He licked his lips, eyes closed while his own pleasure began to build again, "I can stay connected to you and come inside you for hours," He hissed into her ear.
Well. Maybe.
He'd heard enough of the 'perks of driders' from the mistress - who happened to have such a fetish. He wasn't too sure on the timeline, but he remained inside his precious Felyndra, gently gnawing at her throat and rocking her against him. "I'm using my cock," He smirked at her, nipping at her flesh, "I suppose it wouldn't be much trouble for you, I'd forgotten you were human," He grunted out, realizing now what would probably be awful for a drow woman - who were much smaller than humans - would be a little large but not all to terrible for a human.
Sol smirked, eyes closing, breath picking up, pulling her against him more roughly, pushing her away so the knot was almost loose before pulling her tight against him again, "I want to feel you come, Felyndra," He whispered into her ear, nibbling at the lobe, "Make my chase worth it."
She was a worldly enough woman to catch on rather quickly now what he meant.
"Like.. like a dog?" she found herself asking before she thought it through. Somehow that heated her more, and she grimaced, ashamed in her passion.
But the way he moved... she had felt nothing like it before. And what could even compare? Surely no man nor beast of the open world could move like this! It was wicked, it was new, and his knot massaging and teasing her entry and nearly popping out had her eyes rolling back.
And then he was inside her and she was trembling, sex spasming as she wriggled and felt the intense urge he desired of her to grow.
Feeling his teeth against her neck and breath to her ear had her trembling, whimpering.
"Gods... how much have you poisoned me?" Her sex spasmed rapidly again, heat growing wilder.
"Gods.." she bit into her lip so hard she was drawing blood and her eyes rolle dback so far surely what she saw was her brains.
"Gods.. bite me, poison me more," she moaned, crying out as her hips began to buck. And she was crying out, pleading to him as she got so near but couldn't peak.
"Let me feel everything of you I shouldn't!" Because she needed to. She needed to sate this wild fire, lest she go mad.
The hell was a dog?
Sol shrugged, rolling her against him, tucked his head against her neck, mouth drawn tight over her shoulder. His teeth would indent her skin and then the scent of blood hit his nose and he leaned back, staring at her face before his tongue went to the bite, licked the blood, caught her lip in his mouth and sucked. He moaned at the taste, so sweet. "Felyndra," He moaned against her mouth before he tucked his head back against her neck, pulling her against him in a frenzy.
Her begging of biting and poison was as entertaining as it was arousing.
Perhaps he was the poison.
He pulled her against him until they were skin to skin, his fleshy pelvis grinding against her. His breathing picked up and he swayed closer to her, no doubt pressing her against the stone wall. Pressed between the Drider and the Cave. His teeth sunk into her shoulder and the second her blood touched his tongue he came again, hot seed bursting into her, a grunt against her shoulder. Sol took everything he could, "Breed for me," He licked at her wound, moaning at the taste of her blood, "You're going to take my seed," He hissed into her ear, "I'm going to let you go, and ten months from now you're going to bear a child who will have dusky dark skin and suspiciously pointy ears." And he bit her again - though much more gentle this time, tongue still lapping at the previous bite.
It was too much. The heat. The blood, the shot inside her. She cried out. She closed her eyes. And soon her world went to white.
And the heavenly moment lasted and lasted, until she was so sore, so exhausted in her writhing that she fell uselessly against her web bindings, breathing hard and heavy with an exhausting contentment.
She was a mess, a beautiful, blushed from head to toe and sweaty, semen claimed mess. And her hearing was ringing, just a little- and she just enjoyed the moment of bliss...
Seeming not to have registered what he said, as his seed had been released into her again and she, none the wiser that she could, very well infact, bare a child for him.
He held her to him, curled her legs around his waist and snuggled his face into her neck, lapping at the wound. Sol remained inside her, taking his pleasures selfishly after she'd hit her peak and emptied himself a few more times. It was a few hours of forced cuddling before his knot finally died down and he slipped from her tight confines - no doubt with a rush of his seed.
He gently removed her wrists from the webbing, cradling his precious Felyndra in his arms and hunkered down again to get comfortable. His eyes closed after a few moments, sighing softly before he ran his hand through her hair. A few days.
At least he'd gotten one last taste of pleasure.
A content sigh and he nuzzled against her hair, hand smoothing over her belly while she was tucked in his arms. Few days. Though, perhaps he wouldn't put her through that again. At least not until he was about to let her go free.
She cringed when he removed himself, for the mess between her legs was unexpected and sloppy. She was free now, but her limbs were numb and useless, and her legs were weakened and sore.
Having this half spider man cuddle her after... After all that has her cringing harder.
"I hope you're satisfied," came her tired, but commanding tone. "Because we are to never do that again."
Sol pouted.
Visibly so, his hand moved up and down her body, caressing sensitive flesh for a few moments. "Why not? I can take you somewhere to get clean," his voice was soft and he wiped at her thighs, "didnt you like it?"
She held her cringe through his touch.
"Would it matter?" her eyes smoldered darkly. "I was not given a choice."
A frown, "you were begging me and now you say you had no choice?" Well, he supposed entertaining him or dying wasnt really many options. Sol caught her chin and frowned at her before he dropped her down and pushed her away. "Fine, leave. What use do i have of you?"
"Leave?" her laughter was cold. "And how do you propose I do that? I gave you what you wanted.. Just give me my freedom, the way out when it's time."
He sneered at her, "fine. Ill lead you," angry now he pushed her along. "Keep up, Love."
She toppled forward, barely catching herself. She shot a narrowed gaze his way.
"Now?" she looked him up and down. "And you expect me to believe you?"
A frown, "you find me disgusting and my touch repulsive," a soft snarl and the hurt in his voice was apparent. "I got what i wanted out of you. The soft touch of a woman," he caught her arm and kept going, " so ill let you go. Im tired. Im tired of you."
She was startled on two accounts, perhaps three and as she juggled one idea over the other, she realized her main emotion had fallen flatly away from hope or victorious to a tickling guilt. Frowning, she let the drider push her along. She couldn't walk to fast in her state anyway.
He wasn't gentle when he pushed her along, even going so far as to grab her upper arm and haul her along with him. Sol smirked, thinking of the various tunnel openings. How awful would she feel if they walked the whole time and threw her on the other side of the thunderblacks? What would be at least a two week trip over the mountains crunched down to two days under it.
He glanced down at her after a moment before he frowned and paused.
"Are you hungry?"
She stumbled along, quite irritated with him, but she kept a tight lip about it. She didn't need to make this monster any more angry than he already was. But at his question,s he stumbled to a stop and just looked at him, mouth gaping like a fish.
"Hungry, try famished." She frowned at him, giving him a suspicious look. "Why?"
His dark hand was tight against her arm as he dragged her along.
Sol glared ahead of them while they walked, his many legs making clicking sounds as they moved along the rocks and kicked them along. He could just eat her. He eyed her arm, licked his lips and... No. She wasn't for eating. She was for other things. "There isn't much food down here," He said honestly, voice thick while they walked. "Perhaps there is something in my webs," Which there could be. Rats. Maybe a lost traveler. Perhaps something that had fallen down one of the many vents.
"I will feed you, My Felyndra. I've decided I'm not tired of you. I will keep you and feed you and you will be mine."
Beatrice made a face. She was exhausted, and her body was still sore from their coupling. It also didn't help that she still held a mess wet between her legs, and the scent of their mixed sexes reminded her of what they did.
It was so surreal, to imagine she'd taken some monster's cock inside her-
and had enjoyed it. She still burned with shame for that one. And she wasn't completely surprised by his change of heart and laughed coldly.
"You're going to keep me here forever," she stated. Not a question. she knew. She bent over to rub at her poor stiff legs. He had such wild sex with her- and for hours of whcih, she still had yet to recover from. Perhaps that was the perk of a spider.
Part of her could see the fetish behind this, but had she the choice, she wouldn't have sought it out. Though now that she'd had it...
Could she truthfully say it was bad? If anything, it was the best sex she'd ever had. Even with a man... something couldn't compare to the danger and terrifying reality of carrying these beasts seed.
She didn't realize a hand now rested on her belly, but as she thought about it-
Could it happen? And had it already?
Sol watched her, a tilt of his head.
A pale strand of hair fell over his face and he stopped, still holding her wrist before he moved in front of her and crouched. "Maybe," He said simply, moving his hands to her hips and giving her hips a squeeze before he shifted to curl his arms under her. One behind her back and the other under her knees. He'd caught seeing her hand on her belly and he looked around the dark cave.
"If you can breed with a humanoid you can breed with me," He warned softly, looking away, "I only look like a monster." He lifted his chin so he could show her the choker but... Right. Pitch black down here and she couldn't see. "Come, we'll feed you." And he carried her along, feeling for the subtle draft and listening for noises. "Do you require fire to eat your food?"
She didn't like being carried bridal style. It made her feel too muhc like one of those weak women in those badly written books. And it forced her to wrap her arms around her, best she could. But at his comment on fire,s he replied simply, "Yes." She even sneered. "Uncooked food does not sit well with humans."
Stupid weak humans.
"Maybe we can find you a hot rock," he said softly, "So you can burn your meat on it." And on they continued, stopping occationally so he could pluck a thread to check if anything was in the web. "You know if i let you go you'd die down here."
She snorted at his suggestion, giving a roll of her eyes and smacked at his webbing he was playing with.
"I haven't died so far, now have I?" she went on, chin up and... slowly realizing he kinda got her hand stuck on the webbing now... great. She tried not to draw attention to it but..
The damn webbing was like glue!
Stretching one of his many legs, he removed the webbing from her hand and continued on. "Perhaps there is a hotspring," he said idly. He could recall one. It was dangerously close to ther surface though. She'd run away.
But she'd get her hot rock.
While he carried her he mostly zoned out. Letting his normal routine of meandering down the tunnels relax him as surely as the sex had. "Felyndra," he said softly, "Are you more tired or more hungry."
"To be honest, you've made me quite sore. And though my stomach might protest it, I feel like I could sleep for days."