Weaving Her Own Web (Poison pls)

[Ssafirarhysati]

The woman that met them at the door had an air of severity about her, almost reminding Rhysati of the Dhani females back at the nest who would brook no nonsense from their male counterparts. She wondered briefly if this woman had played a large part in shaping Demyan's rather deferential disposition. Realizing that this Symenestran female was likely the one calling the shots in the household, Rhysati forced the sweetest smile she could manage on her lips as her escort introduced her. Rhysati noted how the woman eyed her and she suppressed a smirk. I could crush you with my thumb, geezer. The exchange that followed between the two had her furrowing her brows for an instant, however. There seemed to be a lot that had been said from what Demyan had said, but they were obscured by the normality of his words. Rhysati's own instincts told her that something significant had passed between mother and son then, but without knowledge of the place and the people's culture, the Dhani could only surmise what it was. Frown vanished as soon as she was invited inside. A narrow staircase descended into the bowels of the sac-like structure, and the two Symenestra did not even use it, just jumping into the hole and landing lightly on the floor below. Rhysati took note of the show of athleticism and agility. Not only were these pasty-faced meatbags excellent climbers, they had the nimbleness of spider monkeys as well, it seemed. Rhysati followed them, noting the spartan setting of their home. Still, the place looked more spacious on the inside than she first realized. Demyan's mother, in an attempt to be hospitable (perhaps due to Rhysati's status as her son's guest), offered her some sort of gruel that served as food. "Bruka...Yes, of course, that sounds lovely," Rhysati replied with that same false smile on her face. Inside however, she was clearly revolted. What kind of crap do they eat around here? That sounded like something a bird digested and regurgitated for its young. Disgusting... "I am Delilah, mistress," she continued as way of introducing herself, all lies and forced politeness and humility in her voice. Her alien accent helped cover the subterfuge, though her many years of practice lying to her own people helped immeasurably as well. "I am actually surprised Demyan has quickly invited me to your home, to be honest. As the gate guard, I imagine he's met plenty of women coming into your city, probably prettier and more interesting than me." As she finished, she turned to Demyan, flashing him that smile he found so irresistable. The poor fool did not know that Rhysati already had him wrapped around her fingers. She would enjoy this game so much.

[Poison]

'Bruka' didn’t only sound like something a bird digested and regurgitated for its young, it also looked the part as Rhysati found out as Demyan’s mother disappeared behind one of the silk curtains and brought back a bowl full of a steaming, blood red mass. Blood was one of its main ingredients, hence the color, but Rhysati could also see bits of garlic and different herbs in the bowl. "This is one of our favourite dishes", the woman explained and handed her a silver spoon. "I hope that you enjoy it as much as I do."

"I’m pleased to meet you, Delilah", she then said, trying her best to be polite to her son’s guest, even though she found the situation more confusing than anything else. She cast a glance at her son who’d finally managed to take his eyes off the Dhani in human form. "Later", he whispered and placed a finger on his lips.

"I’ve met plenty of women", he confirmed in a louder tone. "But most of them are Symenestra or part Symenestra. It’s been a long time since I’ve met a woman as beautiful and exotic as you are. It’s an honor to have a woman like you as a guest in my home. Please enjoy this meal. I need to have a quick word with mother, and then I’ll be right back."

With that he dragged his mother behind the curtain. They weren’t particularly quiet, but they were talking in Symenestra, and thus it was unlikely that she could understand what they were saying.

After about a minute both Demyan and his mother returned. The woman seemed to be in a much better mood than before and was smiling all over her face. Demyan sat down next to her, his mother opposite of her.

"Where do you come from, Deliliah?" she wanted to know."And what brings you to Kalinor?"

[Ssafirarhysati]

Rhysati kept the smile on her face as she accepted the spoon and bowl. One glance at the bowl's contents sent the inside of her stomach to churning. It did look like something half-digested. And was that a hint of garlic she smelled? Revolting! Were they actually expecting her to eat this slop? It looks like the brain of a Myrian who's been dropped one too many times on its head as a child. I might catch a disease from eating this garbage! The pleasant expression on her face remained, however. The Symenestra woman was looking at her expectantly. Steeling herself, Rhysati scooped a spoonful of the horrid mass and put it into her mouth. Its texture - and taste! - was even worse than it looked! Never used to feeding in her human form, that single act alone felt like eating excrement to Rhysati. Not bothering to chew, she tried to swallow it as fast as she could. It went down hard and slow, its thick consistency catching on the walls of her throat. She had to gulp several times just to finally get it down. She thought it settled in her belly like a pile of animal shyke. Disgusting. "Yum!" she said instead, forcing the words out of her lips while keeping a straight face. When the two Symenestra excused themselves to converse in the next room - Demyan's probably making some lame excuse to petch me in his bed, the little twerp - Rhysati quickly looked about the room in panic, not bothering to wonder what the two were really discussing about. She desperately wanted to get rid of the rest of that bruka garbage, but how? A small circular window caught her eye. It was slightly ajar, to her great relief. Opening it wider as quietly as she could, the Dhani stuck the bowl outside and upended the container, dumping its contents into the darkness below them. She returned the window to its original position, breathing a little easier now that the horrid mass of bruka crap was gone. The two Symenestra would return to find her sitting quietly by the table. "That was a delicious meal!" Rhysati lied, standing up and pushing the chair under the table before Demyan's mother could offer her some more. "Thank you, you are a most gracious hostess." She noticed the sudden change of the woman's mood as she finished those words. The elder woman looked to be in a more pleasant disposition than before. What exactly had passed between the two Symenestra behind that curtain, Rhysati wondered? She did not have time to ponder that question as the woman resumed her interview. It seemed she just wouldn't shut up even when in a good mood. Bitch. "I actually just stumbled into your city while looking for shelter," Rhysati admitted, the first truth she had probably uttered since coming into Kalinor. "As for where I've been, I'm sure Demyan has told you of my...recent history." In truth, Rhysati had already forgotten about the lies she had filled the male's ears with and she was hoping he could fill in the gaps for her. She turned to him with her mischievous smile before returning her gaze back at the man's mother. Looking at the older woman now, remembering the unpleasant experience she had just a few moments ago, Rhysati realized something. She was very hungry.

[Poison]

As Rhysati said ‚yum‘ both Symenestra smiled at her, revealing their pointed teeth.

„I’m glad that you enjoyed the Bruka“, Demyan’s mother remarked.

Demyan added, „Mother makes the best Bruka in all of Kalinor. Even the ruling couple likes it, or so she claims. They are like our king and queen.“

That statement was clearly meant to impress the Dhani.

„Yes, he’s told me a little about you“, the woman confirmed. „But I’d like to know more. You seem to be such a nice girl.“

„What do you think of my son by the way?“ she continued and nudged Demyan a little.

Demyan pretended to be slightly embarrassed, but in truth he was busy trying to decide how he could get her into his bed and then into the Nest.

Should he just force her or try to persuade her and seduce her?

Standing there, waiting for her answer, the two Symenestra looked very, very delicious. They weren’t very fat, but their skin looked nice and soft.

Symenestra meat was probably quite tender.

[Ssafirarhysati]

Yes, let's play one hundred and one questions with the hungry Dhani, Rhysati thought sourly, beginning to feel faint rumblings in the pit of her stomach. The spoonful of bruka she just had did not sit well in her belly at all. Stupid Symenestran cuisine! And stupid old geezer, for her incessant yapping! Irked, the Dhani decided that she would eat the old woman first. If that didn't get her to shut up, at least it would be revenge for serving her that pigslop. I might even chew. Her growing annoyance and hunger made it increasingly difficult for Rhysati to maintain her facade of false nicety and pleasantness before the two Symenestra, though she did manage to force her eyebrows to shoot up to convey surprised interest at Demyan's revelation of his mother's culinary accomplishment. Wow. Really. I actually don't give a flying petch. "You must be very proud of her," was what Rhysati said instead, plastering that alluring smile on her face once more. Irritated she may be, but she had to keep up her act. She knew she could easily crush the life out of both mother and son but while it may be satisfying to do on the short run, doing so would easily point to her as the culprit of the murder since she was seen by several of the locals entering their home. Besides, if she did not keep her wits about her now, the two would soon realize that she was just making up her answers as she went. Turning to the old woman, she said, "I feel doubly honored to have dined in your home, mistress. You must share with me the recipe of your bruka!" But inside her mind, Rhysati was screaming at Demyan. Grow a spine already and tell your stupid mother how bad you want to petch me! Spineless worm! Her stream of untruth continued when she opened her mouth again, however. "There's not much to tell, really. I came from down south and only traveled here when my...when my master died." Rhysati paused for effect, lowering her head as if saddened by her own words. The truth was, she was trying to recall if that was the story she had first told Demyan. It didn't matter; Rhysati felt she could sweet talk him into ignoring any inconsistencies in her fake history. Perhaps flashing her breasts to him later would do the trick... In fact, he seemed to be trying catch a glimpse of them under the cloak he had given her. Demyan shouldn't worry. He would have the chance to more than just look at them later when Rhysati got him alone for herself. Much, much more. Her appetite for sex was on par with her appetite for meat, after all. And one always followed the other. "But I think your son is a fine young man, mistress. So nice and sweet. He invited me here and even offered his cloak to me when I had stumbled into your cave looking for shelter. My savior!" Again, Rhysati's smiled at Demyan. She even shifted the way she stood a bit, doing her best to make it seem unintentional, so that when her hips swayed to the side, a good portion of her bare legs could be seen between the gap of the cloak's fabric. That should give Demyan an idea of the joys he's putting off while he allowed his mother to carry on with her stupid interview! Let's get this over with! Eat, petch, eat, petch! I don't care which comes first as long as I get to be satisfied! Come on!

[Poison]

„I’m very proud of her“, Demyan confirmed. „And I am proud of my son“, the woman said. The two Symenestra exchanged a meaningful look and smiled a little. Demyan’s mother was especially proud of her son’s latest accomplishment. Now they only needed to get her into his bed and make sure that she got pregnant and didn’t escape! Of course it would be better if it happened without violence, but if worse came to worst …

„Of course I will share my recipe with you“, the woman assured her. Her voice was sugary sweet, as if she were just a nice, elder lady and didn’t have any hidden plans. „After you have rested. I’m sure that you are tired, my dear.“ Again the two Symenestra looked at each other. Demyan arched an eyebrow, and his mother nodded.

As Rhysati called him her saviour, the young man beamed at her. As his gaze fell on her bare legs, his eyes widened. Demyan was a venomous Symenestra, but he wasn’t that experienced in the abduction, seduction and imprisonment of women yet, so a bit of naked skin still excited him. He rose to his feet at once.

„Mother, I will show Delilah to her room now“, he announced. „As you said, she needs some rest.“ He gestured for Rhysati to follow him. He was suddenly getting impatient. She seemed so grateful that he had found her!

While Demyan disappeared into a niche, behind a curtain, his mother searched the house for a bit of rope, just in case. She hadn’t had any idea that her son would bring a surrogate, otherwise she would have procured a bit of sleeping potion form the Purging. Maybe there was still time to get one while the two were busy?

[Ssafirarhysati]

Tired? Hardly. I still want to petch your son's brains out, Rhysati thought as she cracked a grateful, if insincere, smile at the elder Symenestra. Inside, however, her glee was laced with both malice and primal desire. A dull ache had already began in and around the more sensitive part of her human guise, a reaction to all the underhanded teasing she was doing to Demyan. She found it strange, though, that the matron did not even bat an eyelash as she encouraged the deceptive Dhani and her own son to get some alone time together. Wasn't she concerned what might happen between them behind closed curtains? If sleeping around is the norm here, then this is just perfect... A paradise! Rhysati did not give it further thought, not aware of both Symenestras' intention. She just wanted the old woman to get lost so that she could at least satisfy one of her needs through Demyan. Bowing to the woman, and offering a submissive but gracious, "You are too kind, mistress," Rhysati then moved to follow her escort. She hoped the old hag wouldn't disturb them. "A room, all for myself?" she whispered huskily to him. "I do so get very cold at night..." The Dhani flashed another of her patented smiles at Demyan, a secret one so that only he could see, just as she wrapped her arm around one of his as they crossed the confines of the house. It was all bait, everything she was doing, for the man was still tentative even though his desire for her was evident to see. Rhysati had to resist the urge to shove the man into the empty room and get the night's activities started. If Demyan only knew of the terrible hunger within her... OOCGet me in the room, describe it, and I'll take it from there. Close your eyes, kids.

[Poison]

„Oh, I do not plan on leaving you alone“, Demyan assured her. She could feel the Symenestra’s hand on her arm as he guided her towards what would be her room for the night (and for the remainder of her short life, if he had any say in that matter). „I will spend the whole time with you, if that’s what you want and keep you warm.“ He smiled at her. The smile looked almost honest. Almost. And then he lowered his arm, wrapped it around her waist instead and pulled her close. He had felt little weird in front of his mother, but now that she was out of sight …

As Rhysati discovered Symenestra houses didn’t have real walls, at least not on the inside. Instead the different sections of the house were separated by curtains. They were thick enough that you couldn’t see through them, but not so thick that you couldn’t hear what happened behind them, at least if you paid attention. Apparently those Symenestra people had no privacy and absolutely no shame …

There was a soft carpet on the floor, and the bed was practically huge with a couple of pillows and a thick blanket. There were also all kinds of places on the bed where you could potentially attach ropes and handcuffs to make sure that a disobedient surrogate didn’t run off (of course throwing her into the Nest would be the better choice). The only other thing in the room was a large wooden chest. Symenestra didn’t really care much about furniture.

Once they were inside, Demyan turned around and made sure that the curtains were all closed, and then he turned towards Rhysati. He was very, very close to her now.

OOCDemyan is yours now. Do whatever you want with him!

[Ssafirarhysati]

Rhysati did not even wait for Demyan to close the curtains before she began to undo the cloak's drawstrings that kept her pale form covered. The thick fabric fell on the floor, revealing the alabaster skin that Demyan had found difficult not to look at. She was all over him the moment he turned from the doorway. "You took so long to bring us here, I feared you did not want me..." she whispered in his ear huskily as she enveloped him in her arms. He would feel a sharp pain on his earlobe. It was brief, but the sting of it was soon washed away as Rhysati suckled on the same spot where her teeth nipped him. One of her hands reached up to playfully run through the man's hair while the other tugged at the harness of his strange armor. There was a sense of urgency in the woman's movements that would not be hard to pick up. She was eager for this. "I am so very hungry, Demyan." Again, that husky voice came at him. Like a sinuous snake, it slithered into his ears and caressed the part of his brain that controlled desire. His body would certainly be quick to react. "So very hungry for you..." Why does he have to be covered by this armor like a crab?! Bare your flesh, meat! Her two basic needs were warring within her: one of hunger, the other to satisfy her sexual appetite. She reminded herself that she only wanted Demyan naked and ready to take her, not naked and ready to be devoured. But her frustrations were mounting, and even her own strength almost betrayed that she was more than she truly seemed to be. Tugging a little too hard at one of the straps of the Symenestra's armor, the thing snapped, momentarily unbalancing both her and Demyan. To cover up what happened, lest the man start to realize the strength she possessed, Rhysati pushed him onto the bed. Demyan fell flat on his back, and Rhysati was quick to mount him, straddling his stomach and giving the Symenestra a good view of her bare body. "Don't gawk there like a hooked fish, Demyan," she chided. "Petch me... Petch me, Demyan! Petch me like an animal, Demyan!" With each word, the Dhani's hips bucked, grinding herself onto the Symenetra's stomach. Her hands grabbed each of his wrists and raised his arms high above his head before lowering her face to his, her lips seeking his own. Rhysati kissed him viciously, her way of telling Demyan not to hold back in the love-making that would follow. For she certainly would not. Lips still pressed against the man, Rhysati's tongue slipped into his mouth, and like a thing alive, it searched and probed the confines of Demyan's mouth, looking for those sharp pointed fangs that had so intrigued her. He promised to show her their use, after all. "Petch me..." It was the last intelligible thing anyone listening outside their room would hear, for words were soon replaced by grunts and moans and the creaking of the bed's frame as it endured their rough love-making. Rhysati intended to petch the Symenestra's brains out until he couldn't take it any more. And once he was down and out, it would be his mother's turn to receive a different sort of petching from the Dhani...

[Poison]

As Rhysati removed her cloak, the Symenestra gasped, and his eyes widened. „Of course I want you“, he assured her. His voice trembled a little as he said this. As she bit his earlobe, a shudder went through him, and he quickly removed his armor and tossed it into a corner of the room where it was soon forgotten. He was so focused on getting his clothes off that he didn’t notice that she had called him „meat“ or that she was far stronger than a human should be. He was only thinking of one thing right now.

She could feel his fangs as she kissed him. There was a brief sting, and then the bitter taste of venom filled her mouth. Even though the Symenestra had been so hesitant before, he wasn’t holding back now. Soon enough both of their screams filled the house, and by the end of it Rhysati’s perfect body was covered with a multitude of brilliant red bite marks. The slender, harmless looking Symenestra seemed to like it rough.

Outside the room Demyan’s mother stood and listened closely. As she heard their screams, she smiled to herself. Everything was going according to plan. Once she had made sure that they were going to be busy for a while and that the human wouldn’t miss her, she quietly snuck away. There was something she had to do.

Demyan possessed a surprising amount of stamina. The Symenestra just didn’t want to stop! It took quite some time before he was finally exhausted and lay next to her nearly motionlessly.

Demyan’s mother had taken a seat outside the bedroom after her return. She had gotten a special potion. She wouldn’t leave anything to chance. The rope she had gotten earlier and the potion would make sure that there was no way that Demyan’s new surrogate would be able to escape!