“...taste so good,” Madame Widow said. I felt her words in places I'd expect to hear a pretty girl's flirtations, despite – or maybe<span style="font-style: italic">because of</span>– the hint that she thought of making me her meal. I didn't want that... did I?<br/><br/>“But please, don't do this again...” my blush deepened, in embarrassment, “<span style="font-style: italic">until</span>I ask for it.”<br/><br/>At that, I grinned.<br/><br/>“You scared me a little,” Madame Widow continued, instantly.<br/><br/>“Sorry,” I blurted, but she was still speaking.<br/><br/>“I feared you might...” she said, and spoke some more, but my eyes were locked to her sensual attempts to cover herself, attempts that succeeded only in tantalising me<span style="font-style: italic">more</span>. Part of me wanted to fuck her, and part of me wanted to eat her, and part of me – as she spoke of<span style="font-style: italic">wondering what it would be like to be prey</span>– part of me wanted to find out what it would be like to be eaten<span style="font-style: italic">by</span>her.<br/><br/>A very tight squeeze, I surmised, followed by a tight, warm, wet space to<span style="font-style: italic">curl up</span>in.<br/><br/>Like a knot in the bough of a tree, that only a hatchling neonate snakelet could enter, and find safety and comfort within...<br/><br/>“Follow me, my precious guests,” Madame Widow said, and, quite beyond words, I did so, motioning Xarces ahead of me.<br/><br/>“No need to be jealous,” I stage-whispered to him, quite loudly enough for Widow to hear too. “For me, you can come between us<span style="font-style: italic">anytime</span>, and also right now.” As he passed, my voice fell to the merest breath. “Besides, if I have to watch that rump sway, I'll have a hard time not slurping her down.” Left unspoken, that I<span style="font-style: italic">would</span>be watching Xarces's rump, and whether I'd find it easy not to eat him, or just that it wouldn't matter if I did.<br/><br/>The view during the slither was very fine, but soon enough...<br/><br/>{OOC – should I turn the physicality of Euanthane down a bit? Is it too much? I felt that she was being affected by the atmosphere and the incense and so forth, and then that Widow was casting some kind of love-spell effect over her (?) and was trying to play into that feeling a bit.}