Flashback The Snake and the Spider Go at it Again (Volinir)

[Iskessah]

This is the sequel to The Snake and the Spider.

5th of Summer, 507 Iskessah couldn't explain it. Ever since she had met that strange creature, the Symenestra, she couldn't stop thinking about him. It got so bad that even Joshry noticed. They were sparring as they did every so often. Usually she was more than a match of him, with her superior speed and strength, but she was so distracted she wasn't paying attention, and he got through her guard to land a blow that knocked her to the ground. He rushed to help her up. "Are you all right? Sorry, I didn't think I'd actually knock you down." She accepted his hand, still distracted. When she was on her feet, she unconsciously rubbed at the bite-marks that were still visible on her neck. It was so strange; she went through cycles of fearing what those bites had done to her, thoughts of violent revenge, and the desire to make him submit to her once and for all. She was dimly aware of Joshry frowning at her. "What happened to your neck?" Only half paying attention, Iskessah explained about the strange man she had met, the one called Symenestra. This news was met with a mix of concern and outrage. "A petching Widow did this to you?! Where is he? I'll sick the 'stryfe on him, the bastard! No way I'll let him take you! No filthy spider is gonna hurt MY Kessi!" Despite her preoccupation, she spared a slightly, laughing smile for Joshry. He really was quite adorable. "You think I cannot take care of myssself? You will have to trussst that I know what I am doing." To reassure him, she dropped into one of the stances he had shown her and knocked him over with the same move he had just used on her. Shortly after, she left an unconvinced Joshry behind so that she could hunt down the 'Widow'. It was clear that she would not be good for much of anything until she had gotten the stick of a man out of her system. She did not know what rumors Joshry had heard about the Symenestra, but there was one thing she knew. She wanted Volinir, and a Dhani always takes what she wants. ~*~ She returned to Tarsin's boarding house, and even if she had not remembered which door was his, his flavor was strong on the air, that disgusting musk of cave-dirt and peaches. Somehow her revulsion to his scent only made her perverse attraction stronger. The door was unlocked, not that should would have let such a thing stand in her way. Without explanation or apology, she went straight to Volinir, grabbed his neck and his bum, and smothered his mouth with hers.

[Volinir Orchid]

It was a very uneventful morning. Volinir had gotten up, brushed his teeth, eaten a peach, and taken a shower. Compared to the action of a couple days past, it was a welcome return to sanity. The Symenestra was walking back into his living room in but a towel (as it turned out, his lithe build was far from skeletal), absentmindedly drying his hair out, when he became aware of a peculiar sensation in his posterior. Indeed, he felt as if someone was grabbing hold of it. Simultaneously, he found himself being dragged by the neck towards... "NOT AGAIN!" Volinir's arms flailed wildly as he made muffled protests against Kess's mouth. After a couple ticks, he finally gained enough presence of thought to attempt to shove her away. "Are you out of your petching mind?!" he gasped. Apparently, he did not enjoy being violated.

[Iskessah]

The Sym was being noisy again. She'd forgotten how annoying that could be. Relieving him of his towel, she shoved him hard down onto the bed, and sat on top of him in an attempt to prevent him from being too terribly difficult. It occurred to her that she might want to do something about his fangs, which had given her so much trouble last time, and so she took the towel and tied a gag around his mouth, swatting away his flailing arms. She hissed and the sharp pain of his claws scratching her, but she wasn't about to let such a thing deter her from having him. Having seen to her most pressing safety concern, it occurred to her that she was still rather distressingly clothed. And yet, somehow, tearing her clothes off as fast as possible seemed... boring somehow. She eyed Volinir from beneath smoky lashes and said, "Let'sss put your handsss to good ussse." Catching the flailing arms by the wrists, she led his hands toward her vest's top button. Perhaps she would use his behavior at this stage to decide how she wold treat him afterwards. OOCLet me know if I'm making too many assumptions about what Kess succeeds in doing.

[Volinir Orchid]

Okay. Fighting back wasn't going so well. Apparently, Dhani had a degree of strength that was... Disconcerting. At least she wasn't too violent this time. Though the gag was annoying. Very annoying. Deciding his best chance for escape was to play along, he let the smoldering hatred in his eyes subside to something much different. Slender fingers made short work of the top button. And the button after that. And the button after that. Despite the psychopathy, Volinir had to admit that Iskessah was certainly easy on the eyes... Now that his and Kess's plans for his hands were relatively in sync, it wasn't long before they were poking and tweaking elsewhere, willing the Dhani's attention to somewhere other than restraining Volinir. Hopefully. Of course, he only had so much autonomy with Iskessah's hands still clamped around his wrists, but he could make do with what was within reach for now. He just wished that she would petching ask first, or say hello, or something.

[Iskessah]

Now that Volinir was behaving himself, Iskessah felt slightly more willing to give him a degree of autonomy. Besides, she needed to release his wrists to get her vest off her shoulders and tossed onto the floor, and his fingers seemed harmlessly employed exploring the inside of her trousers. She was distantly surprised at how aroused she was; it felt like she had been deprived of sex for half a season at least. With all that pent up energy, the slightest caress of Volinir's fingertips had her gasping and writhing against him. The other consequence of this was that she reached climax in record time. As her orgasm wound down, she collapsed against the prone and gagged figure beneath her, not noticing or caring whether she might be smothering him. Abruptly, she stood up, completely losing interest in the Symenestra. The obsessed feeling she'd had for the past few days up until moments ago was completely gone without a trace. It must have been closure, she mused silently. Perhaps the trauma of enduring his poisonous bite and being forced to beg for mercy the last time they met had left her with the need to reassert her power. And now, having proven that she could do whatever she wanted with him, whenever she wanted... well now she was just bored. She picked up her vest and put it back on. She made absolutely no move to acknowledge Volinir's existence, but she secretly wondered if he might try something entertaining. Losing interest in a new toy was always a depressing feeling, and a part of her hoped he would find a way to keep things interesting.

[Volinir Orchid]

While breasts were generally a pleasant thing to have pressing against you, being suffocated by them was not on Volinir's wish list. Muffled mumbles of protest were lost in Iskessah's chest, before she got up and started buttoning her vest. "..." "That was it?!" Although he had, for all intents and purposes, been sexually assaulted, Volinir was not pleased by this turn of events. Not one bit. If he was going to be raped by a snake lady, by Viratas he would get some gratification as well! No azo was going to make a toy out of him! The fact that Iskessah was busy dressing with the back to her unwilling partner only made things much easier for a vengeful Symenstra. Taking a moment to yank the infuriating cloth from his mouth, Volinir wheeled himself around so that his body was perpendicular to the bed, and kicked out at the crooks of Iskessah's knees to knock her down. The instant his feet touched back on the ground, the harvester reached forward to grab hold of a fistful of her hair, and twisted around to drag her back and bend her over the bed, pressing her face into the sheets. It would not be difficult to infer what was coming next if Iskessah didn't react to the fellow bearing over her.

[Iskessah]

Iskessah was caught by surprise at first, which was the only reason Volinir got as far as he did. Toys were not supposed to fight back, though upon reflection, she supposed she should have known better. Nothing was right in this ridiculous city; no one seemed to know their place. The Symenestra's assault was more annoying than painful, and if she hadn't been so peeved by his audacity, she might have laughed at the idea that he believed he stood a chance of coupling with her against her will. Though how he expected to do so while she was fully dressed was beyond her. It seemed Volinir had underestimated her strength as well. Putting both hands on the bed, she pushed herself up, feeling the claw on her head struggle futilely to keep her down. She imagined she could feel his despair as she slowly but steadily gained height, his arm powerless to hold her down. When she was fully erect, she whipped around and grabbed Volinir by the throat, a sadistic grin on her face. "Iss that the bessst you can do?"

[Volinir Orchid]

"Why me? Why do I always have to bed snake people who get over attached and have super strength?" While, in the back of his mind, Volinir desperately wanted to respond with a sharp, biting comment that would go down in history books as the wittiest thing a Symenestra ever said (a feat made difficult by his opinion of Symenestran wit), Kess's death grip on his throat made snark... Difficult. Instead, he chose to go with the universal expression of displeasure. Curling both his legs up to his chest and lashing out at the Dhani's sternum with all the strength he could muster. If he was dropped, it was a matter of scrambling for the wardrobe and the lash inside. If not, then it was desperately biting and clawing away from the evil snake lady.

[Iskessah]

Volinir's kick did indeed cause Iskessah to drop him, though mostly only because she was not taking the situation terribly seriously. As long as his fangs were nowhere near her, she was safe, and it was more fun to watch her prey squirm anyway. She let him entertain the hope of reaching whatever he sought in the wardrobe for a tick or two before she grabbed his ankles, dragging him backward, away from his precious salvation. When he was sufficiently far from the wardrobe, she pulled him up, wrapping her arms around him from behind. She pressed herself against him, pressing her mouth to the crook of his neck as she nibbled gently on his flesh. With a softness that belied her strength and recent violence, she stroked his chest with one hand as the other ventured lower. She kept him locked in her embrace for several chimes, using what arts she possessed to cause him to relax, to distract him from the confusion and distress he had so recently felt. Only when he no longer showed signs of struggling, she threw him roughly to the bed with all her force. But instead of ravaging him there, she dashed like a mischievous child to his wardrobe, throwing it open before he could stop her. Amused at the contents, she ignored strange, hardened clothing for now and grabbed the only thing she could imagine the Symenestra to have been going for. It was a long string of wire, attached to a handle made of bone, apparently. She chuckled, "If you wanted to be tied up, you only had to asssk."