Weaving Her Own Web (Poison pls)

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Timestamp: 1st of Fall, 511 AV (Evening) Continuation from The Woven Gate Rhysati almost laughed out loud at how the pale man jumped down from his place of safety without hesitation to take a good look at her. Trusting fool! Did he think she was harmless just because she was naked and unarmed? Oh, how easy this would be! She took a half-step towards him, the motion hardly betraying her true intentions, but at that moment, she was thinking of the easy meal she would soon be enjoying. A closer inspection of the man made the Dhani realize her error, however. The unique and well-cared for armor that he wore told her that this was no mere hermit standing before her, but likely part of a larger group. His confidence in approaching her meant that he had companions observing the interaction between them, perhaps just out of the range of the light of the bonfire so that her eyes would not pick up their silhouettes. That's the scenario she would have set up for herself had the situation been reverse, after all. Deciding to play the clueless wanderer once more (which was not far off from the truth if she were to be honest - which she never was), Rhysati relaxed back on the heels of her feet, her eyes taking in every inch of her greeter. He was significantly less muscular than the human forms of her fellow Dhani, not even coming close to the frames of the Myrian savages she had run into. In fact, there was something about him that made him seem almost...fragile. Rhysati almost felt she could break him with one hand. This, then, was no human. But what was he exactly? She had never run into one of his kind before. Oh, but he's still a man! she thought to herself in amusement as she noted at how he stared at her naked form. In particular, his eyes lingered longest on her breasts, the nipples pert now due of the cool night air. Rhysati did not bother to cover them despite his blatant staring, even putting her hands on her hips to give him a better view of them. "My eyes are up here, Grey Skin," she chided him when she thought he had stared enough. A playful, lopsided smile was splayed on her lips, though if the man was the observant type, he would note that the expression did not light up Rhysati's eyes. They remain cool - cold, even - as he spoke to her. He called the place 'Kalinor' as if the name should have some meaning to her. And he mentioned an inn... Rhysati's mind whirled at the possibilities. Was this some sort of subterranian town, then? One that escaped the Valterrian? How delightful! It would be just like a buffet for the likes of her! And he even invited her to stay at his house rather than find lodging on her own. His house! She almost wanted to pinch herself to check if she was dreaming. It was all too easy! Oh, what a trusting fool you are, Grey Skin! She took the cloak but did not immediately put it on, a sudden idea blossoming in her mind, one that would let her enjoy herself more in this 'Kalinor' place rather than just gorging herself with its too-trusting inhabitants. Pretending not to understand, Rhysati merely stared at the dark fabric in her hand. "I accept, but...What's wrong with not having clothes? Your mother is female too, isn't she? Shouldn't it be okay for her to see another woman naked?" Clueless, that what she had to be. And she allowed just that much wonderment in her tone to make it sound like she truly did not understand. Nevertheless, she still complied in putting on the cloak to appease him, lowering the dark material over her own pale form. She continued asking him questions, however, such as what exactly he was, his name and what 'Kalinor' was. She imbued her voice with the same curious tone she had used before, but the whole time she kept her attention focused on the man before her, taking careful note of his reaction to her, and his answers. It seemed she had stumbled into a very interesting place. Rhysati was glad for her choice not to strike out at the man earlier, finding that she was enjoying herself more right now with all the play-acting and lies. She would not have this kind of entertainment if the man was slowly being digested in her stomach. This was much more fun. The game was on. OOCEdit: Added that Rhysati accepted the invitation.

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„My name is not Grey Skin, although my skin is slightly grey“, the young guard replied. His gaze lingered on her breasts for just a moment longer, and then he reluctantly raised his head to meet her eyes. He noticed that she had strange eyes. They were cold. He had never met a human that had looked at him like that before, but he decided not to let it bother him. She was strange, but she still had all the necessary body parts and seemed to be healthy.

„I’m Demyan of the Anice Web. And who might you be?“ As happy as he was about the presence of an ownerless surrogate, as eager as he was to lure her into his home, he wouldn’t do so without actually asking her for her name. As far as Demyan was concerned, inviting people that you didn’t know the name of was a really bad idea – even if you were going to lie to them, imprison them and force them to bear your child.

„I don’t know what’s wrong with not having clothes“, the young man who considered himself the father of Rhysati’s future baby admitted. „Personally I don’t mind naked women, but a lot of people do. It probably has something to do with traditions and the gods. It always has something to do with the gods.“ He shrugged his shoulders. „As for my mother, maybe she doesn’t want to look at naked women because she’s not gay? Regardless, she’s a nice woman. You’ll like her. And she’ll be happy to meet you. We don’t get a lot of visitors from the surface.“

And none of them are female, he quietly thought. Were there more where this blonde stranger had come from? A whole village full of clueless, fertile humans? Maybe there’d be a surrogate for his sister somewhere as well. Selaria was sixteen, almost old enough to get married.

„Anyway, I’m a Symenestra, and Kalinor is the city of the Symenestra“, he continued while she put on the cloak. „It’s up there.“ He pointed at the ceiling where she could see things that resembled large cocoons, and then he called something out to the people that were waiting on the other side of the gate, somewhere above them. A moment passed, and then Rhysati could hear a sound. A large basket was slowly being lowered, and Demyan gestured for her to climb into it.

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Rhysati laughed heartily at Demyan's straightforwardness, throwing her head back as she did so. The action caused the borrowed cloak she wore to open in the middle, revealing the form that the man seemed to enjoy ogling. She slid her arm around his shoulders, as if they had been friends for the longest time, and pulled him close to her, drawing his head near her chest. Rhysati decided that she liked this man. Wandering the wilderness for so long, she had been deprived of her usual pleasures and found the man a potential outlet for her more carnal needs. Of course, he may be a little surprised at how easily she had just manhandled him and could possibly hint to him her true nature, but she had hoped the closeness of her body, with her womanly scent and alluring curves, overwhelming his senses would prove to be ample distraction from her strength. "Well, Demyan, I think you and I will get along famously!" Rhysati half-pulled, half-dragged the Symenestra towards the waiting basket. Before she climbed aboard, she leaned in close to him and whispered, "I so enjoy being naked. Perhaps if you show me the sights of your city, I'll give you a closer look of my..." The Dhani voice trailed off into teasing silence as she stepped into woven basket.Her posture was relaxed for someone about to enter the unknown. But that had always been Rhysati's way. She winked at Demyan as she waited for the both of them to be pulled up. "You may call me Delilah. It's what my previous owner called me. No last name, I never had one." Again, she fell back to telling lies. Demyan had no way of confirming the tales she spun and even if he did, she truly did not care. Let him think what he wanted. Maybe if he kept her entertained, she'll keep him around too. Rhysati watched as they were drawn nearer and nearer the seemingly floating city. It was an ugly piece of dump, hanging up there so far away from the stones and the warmth of the earth, but she never allowed her opinion of the place to seep out through her expressions. A half-smile was maintained on her lips throughout their journey from the cavern floor to the landing platform of this 'Kalinor'. "Your home is very interesting Demyan," she lied. Still, she maintained eye contact with him as she said it. It just came naturally for her. Almost like breathing. "I never knew such a place existed...so which one of these hanging sacs is your home?" Let's hope his mother is as welcoming as he is. Hopefully just as meaty too... OOCRhysati is pretending to be a Kelvic...or a slave.

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„I think so too“, Demyan replied as Rhysati said that she thought they would get along fabulously. The Symenestra didn’t mind at all that she had just manhandled him, on the contrary, there was a wide smile on his face, wide enough that Rhysati could see a pair of elongated canines for a moment. As far as Demyan was concerned, this was a dream come true. Most surrogates refused to even get close to a Symenestra. They struggled so that you had to tie them up, drug them or beat them, and franky, it wasn’t any fun like that unless you were a sadist which Demyan definitely wasn‘t. This woman on the other hand, this woman seemed to want him! He snuggled a little closer to her and rested his head on her chest for a moment, and then he allowed her to pull him towards the basket.

„I can show you the city“, he replied as he stepped into the basket. „And I would definitely appreciate a closer look at whatever you have to offer.“ There was no harm in giving her a tour of his home, he decided. He’d just have to make sure that she didn’t have any contact with the surrogates that weren’t here willingly.

„No last name?“ he asked and furrowed his brow. What kind of woman didn’t have a last name? And had she just mentioned an owner? What was she? A former slave? No, not a slave. He remembered surrogates that didn’t have a last name either, that had been owned by somebody before they had been brought to Kalinor. She was a Kelvic. Should he talk to her about his suspicion? He pondered the question for a moment, and then he decided to keep quiet for now. He wanted her to be as comfortable as possible. Maybe she didn’t want people to know that she was a Kelvic.

And then they had already reached the other hand of the gate, and Rhysati got her first view of the underground city of the Symenestra. While she only saw it as an ugly piece of dump, Demyan’s eyes lit up. To him the floating city, the coccoon like houses that were connected by nothing more than ropes was the most beautiful place in all of Mizahar.

„This one is mine“, he said. He stepped out of the basket and offered her his hand, and then he pointed vaguely east. „It’s over there, next to the Weft and Warp – our weaving school. The house that is a little darker than the rest.“

As he talked, a pair of Symenestra women that were nearby, stopped and stared at Rhysati, as if they had never seen somebody like her before. What was Demyan doing with a human woman? They hadn’t been aware that the Anice Web was looking for a surrogate.

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His reaction to her nearness was just as she had expected - and wanted! - and her plan to pull this man, this Symenestra, by the nose...or rather, from the way things looked, by the crotch... solidified just like that. Delicious! She knew she already had a hold over him. Watching him, Rhysati caught his grin of pleasure, noting the twin fang-like canines from that brief flash of his teeth. Truly an interesting people, these Symenestra! The Dhani yearned to learn more about them, her curiosity almost matching her desire to discover the taste of them. "Kinky," she shamelessly commented about the fangs. She moved nearer his face during the ride on the basket, her own lips drawing near his as her tongue teased to part them to reveal his unique set of teeth once more. She never completed the move however, moving backwards just before the tip of her tongue touched his flesh. Ever was this a game for her. "Are those just for show are do you actually... use them? You should give me a demonstration sometime. I enjoy sharp things... "On me," Rhysati added belatedly. She matched his smile with her own, but hers was that crooked half-smile that stoked the desires in men by hinting of unspoken promises of pleasure. Stepping out of the basket one their ride came to a stop, Rhysati found that Kalinor was much more vast that she had first imagined. And much dimmer than it had been from where she had summoned her host and guide, obviously due to the absence of the huge bonfire that lit the city's 'gates'. There were stones similar to the glowstones they had back in Zinrah, though light of the stones here were different from the light-blue hue of glowstones. It was more muted, like moonlight. Still, it was almost like the subterranean nest of the Dhani. Except it did not have the warmth and wetness of her home. At least she was used to the semi-darkness of the environment, Rhysati consoled herself, finding that she just needed to a source of warmth during her stay here. A warmth Demyan can easily provide. Rhysati wrapped her arm around the Symenestra's, pressing her frame against his as they walked along the cord-like streets of the city. He may think that she was suffering from vertigo or acrophobia from the great height they were at, but in truth, she clung to him for his body heat. She remained close as the man pointed out the different locations of interest to her. Rhysati would offer a polite word or expression as Demyan gave her an abbreviated tour of his home city, one that ended with the location of his house - one that was dark and out of the way. Just as Rhysati liked it. "All your structures are built like this then? Where do you get the material?" she asked out of genuine curiosity. She hardly paid attention to the two Symenestra females they passed by, though she did note that they looked exactly as Demyan did. The pasty grey skin and abnormally long fingers were the norm among their kind then. Everyone had long, black nails as well. Climbers, Rhysati guessed. To Demyan, she said, "So what do we do next? Do we go straight to dinner or do you have other things to show me in your impressive city?" Had he been looking at her, he might note that there was something almost sinister in the way she said the word 'dinner'. Or perhaps it could just be a play of the glowing stones' light on her features. Either way, when she turned back to him to hear his reply, that tempting half-smile was back on her lips. EditCorrected a typo.

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„Very kinky“, Demyan confirmed with a small grin. His eyes twinkled a bit, and then he showed her a hint of fang again. „And I actually use them quite frequently. I can extend them as well. They have quite a few interesting properties. It’s a shame you’ve probably never heard of the Symenestra’s Kiss. Maybe I should give you a little demonstration.“

He wondered what she would think of the bitter taste of venom and that it could be quite dangerous if the Symenestra in question hadn’t eaten for a while. Would she be horrified or find it fascinating?

Oh, Demyan didn’t think that Rhysati suffered from vertigo because she clung to him like that. He preferred to think that she was at least slightly attracted to him even though they had just met and that she would come to his bed and become his surrogate willingly.

„All our structures are built like that“, he confirmed. „As for where the material comes from, I don’t know. It’s never interested me particularly. Most of the houses have been here for centuries.“ He shrugged his shoulders.

„As for what we do next ...“ He paused for a moment. What did Kelvic eat? Did Kelvic eat the same things as humans? Did they prefer to have their food cooked? Or did they prefer bloodied meat? Did they drink blood like the Symenestra sometimes did?

„That depends entirely on you. I can show you the Temple of Viratas or we can go straight to my Web. Just tell me what you’d like.“ He looked at her. There was something about the way she smiled at him that he found irresistible.

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"Any activity using the lips...the mouth...I so enjoy without reservation," Rhysati intimated at Demyan's comment about the Symenestra's Kiss. The Dhani surmised that such a thing likely involved the use of the man's fangs and it intrigued her. She knew that the Viper and Rattler varieties of her race held venom in their fangs when in Dhani and snake form - did the same hold true for Demyan's kind? Only one way to find out. "You should definitely...show me... But later, in setting more appropriate for such...actions. You are a lovely and interesting man, Demyan. With the fangs and everything..." Rhysati leaned in close and ran her fingers through the Symenestra's gossamer hair. "I think I could take you in whole...wouldn't you like that?" There was a glint in her eyes as she whispered the last part, though she ended it with that ever alluring smile once more. She doubted if Demyan even realized what she truly meant with what she had just said. The man seemed so taken to her that it amazed her how he was even coherent when he spoke, for she could sense his hunger for passion. Were the men here so deprived that they would eagerly welcome any woman just to sate their hunger for the release of their physical needs? Rhysati noted that there did not seem to be any shortage of their females around though, as evidenced by the two Symenestran women they passed by earlier. Maybe women from the outside were more sought after, due to some racial need of theirs to diversify their bloodlines? Rhysati could only mentally shrug at the thought. She did not care. "A temple?" she echoed at the mention of the religious structure. "Tell me more of this 'Viratas', I have never heard of it before. Is she a deity of yours?" As a worshipper of Siku and, to a lesser extent, Caiyha, Rhysati assumed these people similarly followed a goddess. "After that, maybe we can go to your...web...and do what you like."

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„I will definitely show you“, Demyan promised her. „As for being taken in whole, I would love that. It sounds like it would be a very interesting experience.“ He practically purred those words, not knowing what she had really meant, and then he stepped away from her and straightened himself. It would indeed be unwise to try to Symenestra’s Kiss on her right now where other people were watching ... although the gossip would certainly be interesting. „Let’s get away from here.“

He was just about to take her hand and take her to his home, regardless of where she wanted to go when he realized that she had asked a question about the deity he prayed to. He stopped, looking a little annoyed, and then he answered, „It’s not a ‚she‘. Viratas is a ‚he‘ and the blood god. He is who most of us pray to. We have a holy book – the Viratassa. Maybe I’ll let you take a look when we have reached my home. Are you certain you have never heard of Viratas?“

It seemed strange to him that she didn’t know who the blood god was. He was an important god. But then again, she was just a Kelvic, an animal in human form. Maybe they didn’t care about such things. Maybe Kelvic weren’t particularly religious.

„Have you ever seen a room with walls made of silk?“ he asked her while he helped her move along the rope. „Have you ever seen a house where the door is on the roof and you have to climb down? That’s what Symenestra houses are like. That’s what my house is like.“ Unless she insisted on going to the temple, drinking blood and participating in other Viratas related rituals, he would walk up to the door and knock.

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Rhysati could sense the Symenestra's desire for her building...building...until it flowed out unconsciously from his speech, his actions. His irritation at the little delays she was making amused her greatly, though in no way was this reflected upon her features. Demyan was trying oh so very hard to get her into his home, and likely his bed, without sounding too pushy. He's ready to play my little game, the Dhani thought gleefully as she wrapped her arm around his once again. She felt her own ever present hunger - one that was similar to the Symenestra's in some aspects, but very different in others - gnaw on her insides, but she counseled herself to control her impulses. Patience...patience... She allowed him to steer her to the direction of his house, giving him full control, for the moment, of their pace and the path they took. "No...no. Show me, this is all so new to me..." she whispered as she clung to him. It was all a lie, of course. Zinrah was built much the same way, though at a much larger scale, with the main entrance of the underground city at the very top and the living quarters of its inhabitants at the bottom. The difference was that their walls were wet stone while those here were made from soft silk. Not that Rhysati cared about such trivialities. Her focus was on Demyan; he could be the first of many who would feed her limitless appetite.

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Demyan was definitely ready to play her little game, and as she asked him to show him, he smiled all over his face, showing a little fang as he did so. He waited until he could hear footsteps behind the door, and then he stepped back. He stood behind Rhysati, smiling proudly as if she was a prize he had just won, his newest, most valuable acquisition. „Hello, mother“, he said. „I’ve brought us a guest. Be nice to her.“

The woman that had opened the door was a Symenestra woman in her fourties or fifties. She had jet black hair that framed her face and golden eyes. Her pale skin was laced with delicate grey veins. She was dressed in a black silk robe. There was something about her, about the way she held herself that made it obvious that she wasn’t always pleasant company. She looked like she had been a rather strict mother to Demyan.

She narrowed her eyes as she saw Rhysati, as if she weren’t sure if she approved of her, and then she looked at her son questioningly. „Is this a s ...?“ she asked. „Yes, mother“, Demyan interrupted her. „This is a stranger. It’s her first time in our city, and I’ve offered to show her around and be there for her. You know how it is.“ He looked at her pleadingly, hoping that she wouldn’t ruin everything. The woman nodded curtly.

„Well, come in“, his mother said. If Rhysati followed her, she would see a very narrow staircase that it would be hard to descend. Neither Demyan nor his mother used the staircase though. They just jumped. The room below was round and lit with candles. Curtains of white and golden silk separated it from the other areas of the house. It was rather sparsely furnished. There were just a table, a few chairs and a large wooden chest.

„I’ve jut made a bit of Bruka“, Demyan’s mother said to Rhysati. „Do you want some? By the way, what’s your name and what do you think of my son?“