Silk and Venom
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				Title: <strong>Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>10-09-2009, 03:34:50</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The great eyes of a spider the size of a large dog flickered, turning from a mirror glossy black to translucent, then to a swirl of colors. Slowly but surely, the colors cleared and became sharper. The image was broken and segmented through the arachnid’s eyes, but scrying was never absolute<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Araña the Webspinner gazed deeply into the eyes of her servant. It was showing her the castle courtyard. The colors of the royal gown were difficult to make out, but unmistakable. Princess Gabriella of Erias, also known as the Rose of Purity, was taking an afternoon stroll through her castle court.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The spider sorceress scoffed and waved her hand, ending the magic in the beast’s eyes. Gabrielle disgusted her, but the girl was the final thread in her plans. She dismissed her servant, and the beast scurried down the well to return to its web. Araña left her keep and began to travel through the cold torch-lit halls of her castle, pondering to herself deeply as her spiked high heels clicked ominously in the silence.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Though Araña served Molurene, she tired of being a mere servant of the king there. So she wove her own plan, and did it laughing the entire time at how simple it was. Sleeping with the king of Molurene guaranteed his death the moment her venomous lips touched his. It was a slow acting poison, and he had only recently fallen ill. Within a week, he would die painfully as the mystical venom burned through is heart.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once the king of Molurene was dead, Araña would have no trouble seizing the throne, since the people were a host of drones that merely served any ruler. But that wasn’t enough. To truly be the Mistress of the land, she would need to conquer the neighboring Erias as well, though the powerful, noble nation was not to be trifled with. Their armies were vast, and the entire country was full of naught but despicable do-gooders.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The untouched Princess Gabrielle was the Erias king’s pride and joy. She represented the hope of the kingdom in the future, and would one day rule as Queen. Yes…Gabrielle was the instrument of Araña’s success and their destruction. If she could capture her, the king would do anything to get her back.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But how to capture such a beauty that was guarded all day and night? The sorceress meditated on the thought every night, yet nothing in her mind would work. There must be some flaw in their defense, some way she could trap the girl in her web…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>11-09-2009, 03:03:26</strong>
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				Sir Agathon Froseti drove his heels into his mighty stallion's sides, spurning it farther into the forest. It was an arduous journey, for the forest was overgrown and dark. Few rays of light penetrated so deeply into the moist, enshrouded interior. He was a knightly servant to the King of Molurene, and no forest, however dark and full of ghastly spider webs, hanging thickly like sheets and vines from the encroaching branches, would sway his valorous spirit.<br><br>He went into such a haunting place with a gallant purpose. He searched out the dangerous sorceress who worked magic over poison and potion. Rumors abounded as to her sinister nature, mistress of venoms exotic and mundane, magical and ordinary. It was this purpose that sent him to find her castle, hidden amidst the foggy valleys of this forest. For Agathon was a man in love. She was a simple beauty, the daughter of local blacksmith, and their love was true and innocent. However, she had recently become ill, and no mundane means had done anything more than stave off the inevitable. Some spoke of a terrible curse, and though left unsaid, Agathon knew of only one source of such deceit.<br><br>For weeks he had been hunting for her spider's web, that secretive lair which she brewed her concoctions (and, he hoped, antivenoms). He would find the witch, and with her death prevent others' tragedies, even if he could not prevent his own. He knew not of the sickness that was claiming his own lord and King, even as he approached the temptress who caused it. Agathon also knew of the King of Erias, he had met him once when he was a mere child. All the nobles from nearby lands paid visit to the King and Queen when their daughter had been born. He was just a young boy at the time, and knew not of the fine woman the Princess had become.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 03:17:13</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The evening grew darker as Araña traced a comb through her long ebony hair before a twisted wrought iron mirror. The texture of spider silk, it fell in a long black pool to the small of her back. Her mood was equally back since having scryed with her servant’s eyes and seeing the image of the fair princess.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;With a haughty grunt, Araña turned on her foot, black dress and hair fluttering in a dark arc, then strolled back to her keep, gown swishing quietly behind her. The dress was of glassy silk, even deeper than the color of her hair. Spun from her children, the dress was just long enough to grace the floor when she stood flat-footed. The hem split up the front just to the bottom of her naval. Long, pale and creamy legs carried her with ease, her silk covered loins nestled teasingly just behind the slit. The dress hugged her contours very closely, lacking a back and fastening with a wide collar around her neck. Her ample bosom sat high and proud, nestled in the silk halter top with a circular opening that displayed smooth cleavage.<br><br>The potion she was currently brewing, a lethal poison of widow’s venom sweetened with honey, stewed in a cauldron over a fire within the center of her keep. The hollow walls of her castle were alive with servants, both large and small. Their venom and silk, along with their own lives, provided with an endless supply of ingredients for her specialized poisons.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;One of her servants descended from the ceiling on a silver thread, perching on her shoulder before whispering for her attention.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“What is it, my child?” she murmured. The spider spoke its secret language to her, the language only she in the entire land could understand and speak back. She paused as it relayed its message. “Coming here?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;There was an intruder approaching her lair, and was already very close. Araña thanked her servant, stroking its hairy body lightly with the tips of two fingers, and the creature departed up the silver thread it left.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Who was it that so carelessly entered her web, a wandering traveler foolishly seeking shelter? The sprawling dungeon of her castle held many such persons, all of them encased in web cocoons. Some were fed to her children, while the more desirable ones were reserved for her own thirsts.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Araña waved her hand over her cauldron, coaxing the fire beneath it to burn hotter. Such a brew that required tedious celestial alignment was not to be spoiled for <em>any</em> reason. The heat flowed through the black silk gauntlet cuff over her wrist, her black nails glimmering poisonously in the orange light.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Once again, she retreated to the center of her castle and web: her bedchambers. The circular room that lay within the top tower of her black castle housed very little; a wardrobe, vanity, and mirror, but her bed took up a large portion of the room. It had four posters, made of iron, and was done up with the softest black silk her servants had to offer. It was hear she could listen to her servants the best.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;They would track this intruder for her as he entered her castle, and perhaps even lead him straight to her. They had not feasted for quite some time, and neither had she indulged in the pleasure of flesh. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Transgirlenstein</strong> on <strong>12-09-2009, 18:48:40</strong>
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				Princess Gabrielle was unaware that the Webspinner was watching her.&nbsp; She was seated upon her throne, her slender legs crossed.&nbsp; She was known as the Rose of Purity not only for her beauty but for her good heart and soul.&nbsp; She always lent an ear to her people, something which she was doing now.&nbsp; There was many reports that something dark was stirring in the woods.&nbsp; She had sent out a few agents but there was nothing to be found.&nbsp; Most of them didn't even return, the further they got the more dangerous it was.<br><br>Right now she was working on donating a large sum of money to a local orphange.&nbsp; All the time she did her work, unaware she was being watched.&nbsp; As she litened, a finger brushed back her long blonde hair.&nbsp; Her gown was of the purest white, the collar done up as to hide her cleavage.&nbsp; She had never bothered herself with the plesures of the flesh, focusing more on the wonders of the spirit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 00:30:10</strong>
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				While Gabrielle devoted herself to a life of virtue, Agathon was not quite the pinnacle of goodly charm that she was.&nbsp; Being of impressive stature, with dark hair and toned, bronzen flesh, he had known many suitors. The pleasures of the body were not unfamiliar to he, and indeed sex was a right of passage for many a man, especially those who expected to die, young and virile.However, these were unspoken and assumed things in his kingdom. A man must know how to treat his lady on this wedding night, after all.<br><br>Yet now, such thoughts were so distant from his mind as the oppressive weight of the night grew heavier around him. He felt those many, multi-faceted eyes watching him from the shadows as he crept on towards the gloomy, cavernous fortress.<br><br>He soon came to stand before an archway, completely covered in the thick, pearly strands of webbing. No amount of his sword could cut through the sticky webs. However, he crouched upon one knee and struck flint and steel. A torch's flame burst to life, orange tongues licking upwards with fresh and eager hunger. Thus, he burned his way through the entrance, and into the heart of that insidious lair.<br><br>He wondered of the sorceress who called it home. In his mind, she was a ghastly, appealing creature. Shriveled and hunched, ancient beyond years. He wondered if she had hideous fangs or many legs like her arachnid minions. His mind wandered, as did his feet. He felt increasingly lost within the maze of the corridors and chambers, all seemingly desolate and abandoned. He seemed to follow the path of least resistance, choosing whichever door was less protected by the silky trappings, and avoiding the scurrying of many-legged beasts in the distance. Unbeknown to him, they herded him like monstrous sphepherds, until at long last he was climbing a spiral staircase. The air grew warmed, and around the bend he caught the faint flickering of light.<br><br>She would hear the clanking steps of armored feet and the bobbing light of his torch long before she saw his chisled, angular features with a broad, sweeping jawline and piercing eyes through dark lashes emerge into her bedchambers, a sword grasped loosely in his other hand.<br><br>His eyes fell upon her, and for a moment he was shocked into stillness and silence as he gazed at the devilishly formed and sinfully garbed woman before him. He immediately hoped she was some damsel to be rescued, that he could sweep away and gallantly save. However, he knew deep inside with a sudden dread that it was not so. She was surely the Webspinner.<br><br>"Milady," he announced with a rigid formality, chin held high.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>15-09-2009, 02:38:20</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Araña was mildly surprised to hear from her watchful servants that the one intruding in her web was a warrior. She fully expected him to be a lost traveler. If he was a knight, then he must surely be here for a reason, and that reason was most likely to end her life.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<em>But is he of Molurene or Erias?</em><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her servants reported his cleverness in his intrusion. Rather than attempt to hack futilely away her webbing, he used fire to great effect. Though despite this, he was still foolish enough to let himself be ushered straight to her presence. The legion of spiders at her disposal carved ways through her twisting castle, blocking his path some ways, while inviting him in the next.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His torch and footsteps herald his approach up the twisting stairs that led to the corridor before her chambers. The man that entered was positively delectable, born of strength and might. He was the kind that liked to fight, and the kind she loved to trounce; what good was prey if it simply gave up?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The knight’s initial silence betrayed him. He had clearly heard rumors, though never seen her appearance. But even a foolish man could realize that she did not try to hide who she was. She lay on her side on her bed, presented seductively like a lady of the evening. Her faint red eyes bore deep into his image as they flickered in the light of his torch and the lights in the room.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Araña smiled slightly, freshly black painted lips bordering her gleaming white teeth. “Greetings milord,” she purred in a voice that dripped like honey. With one finger, she slowly drew the fold of silk back from her leg, giving way to smooth pale flesh as she traced up to her thigh. “Have you come to slay me?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 08:50:55</strong>
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				He was not unnerved by the smile, with plump blackened lips. He barely heard the voice, coated so richly in deceptive promises. Eyes were fastened upon the lengths of curvy, long legs that were brazenly given as a gift to be seen. Eyes started at her slender ankles and made their excruciatingly slow journey upwards, along lovely calf and the gentle bend of a knee, across the milky smooth expanse of thighs where her wicked nails traced enticingly, up along her revealed hip, with its womanly swell and curve. The diaphanous material was split so high, he saw the shadowy V of her loins, hidden away beneath a thin layer of silky darkness.<br><br>"I have," he stated with a conviction he did not truly possess. However, he was momentarily shaken from his reverie of visually worshiping that figure, and now took two steps forward. Strides were long and confident, shortening the distance between them by half.<br><br>"Do you have any last words, venomous woman?" He asked, raising his sword's steely blade to direct the tip at her chest.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>21-09-2009, 21:31:36</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Araña shifted on the black sheets of her bed as he approached, moving from her reclining position to her knees, leaning forward to greet him. She spread her legs, the hem of her dress pooling behind her as the alabaster skin of her thighs beg him to look to her loins. As she leaned, she gave the knight a full view of her bulging bosom in the halter top of the dress. The point of his sword hovered directly over where her heart lay.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Would you have me beg for my life?” she questioned as she painted a distraught look on her face.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For a moment, she held the pained helpless look on her face, and then broke out in another smile. She flicked her wrist, finger swishing through the air. The movement was simple and plain, non-threatening…had she not been a sorceress. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Through her unheard command, thin silk threads lying crisscrossed along the floor like a web rose from their anchoring on the walls and ceiling. The knight had been so enthralled by her presence that he did not take heed to them underfoot. If he had, he might have lunged for her immediately and run her through.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;But now the brilliant threads rose, forming a net. The strands squirmed like millions of tiny worms, coming together around his wrists, ankles, and thighs. Their countless numbers joined until they were six thick white strands of web holding him spread eagle at the foot of her bed by his limbs<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Araña chuckled wickedly, flipping her cascading black hair behind her shoulders as she slid off her bed. “Fool. You walk to the center of a spider’s web, but take no heed to her snares.”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;His sword had clattered to the floor before him, wrenched from his hand by her web. It was close enough for him to stoop and pick up, but the bindings pulled him taught. The blade felt heavy as Araña picked it up from his feet, then propped it against the wall, putting it forever out of his reach.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>23-09-2009, 07:53:43</strong>
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				The tip of his blade lingered near her heart as he edged closer to her temptingly portrayed figure. A dark part of him secretly yearned to turn the blade down, drawing its sharp point into the valley of her breasts and slice through her gown, so he might feast upon the sight of those proud, full globes. Instead, he steadied his hand more over her heart, the tip settling against her milky skin.<br><br>"No, I will save you some dignity, whore--" his words were cut off as the trap was sprung. The sword fell, clattering harmless onto the floor at the foot of the bed.<br><br>"Unhand me! Your deceptions are pitiful, witch!" He did not give up, there was that. Even though the silken web seemed unbreakable he twisted and fought, tugged and cursed. Powerful, muscular form buckled and bent, desperate to escape, though ultimately futile. Even as she mocked him he glared at her, casting a look at the sword. Some part of him trying furiously to reason a way out of the circumstance he found himself in.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>26-09-2009, 20:17:47</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Araña ignored his bristling and fighting, merely laughing at his demand to release him. Her silk was strong, strong enough to hold down a thrashing bear. A man was no problem. The bonds would hold until she released him, or her life ended, and her servants reported this one alone. He was helpless, and there was no one to save him.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Pitiful you say?" she mocked. "Yet you stood there, watering at the mouth. Save me your lies, knight, or I shall cut out your tongue and find a better use of it."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;The knight was built strong, as a knight should be. He gave her web quite a lot to hold on to as he viciously fought against it. Even when it pulled his limbs taught, he found the strength to create slack. His features were fine and noble; he was quite handsome, as many warriors were. Some still held true to the old laws of chastity and loyalty, but more often than not, they strayed to a more lavish lifestyle simply because they could. Araña wouldn't be surprised, handsome as he was, that he was the latter case.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Was he of Erias, come to slay Molurene's sorceress? No, the two lands may have never saw eye to eye, and had even fought in years past, but had since come to an agreement of sorts. Then was he of Molurene, a knight who discovered her treachery against the king? That seemed more likely, but surely the powerful kingdom would have sent an army to kill the one who threatened them, and not one foolish knight.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Rather than throw him in the dungeon, cocooned in web for her servants to feast upon, Araña drew close to him, standing prominently on her dagger heels. He was tall, but her current posture almost matched his height. She lifted a hand to his face, gently caressing the side of it with the back of her hand. The air around them shuddered as the weight of her magical essence bore down on him. A deep, almost inaudible rumble filled the chamber, like distant thunder, only closer. She could feel it reverberate in her chest as it covered the room like a thick, suffocating blanket. Her dull red eyes swam with a hidden light as she directed her gaze deep into his.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"I, Araña the Webspinner command you: who are you, and from where do you hail?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>27-09-2009, 08:48:52</strong>
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				"I will show you my mouth watering," he growled out the words, and he spat defiantly at her feet. One final thrash of his body before he admitted a temporary defeat, muscles burning.<br><br>He clenched his jaws tightly together, the muscles under chiseled features flexing. She was coming closer, he thought. Teeth grit together as he felt her hand lifting to touch his face. He tried to twist away, but the webs held fast. There was no room to escape. Her skin was smooth, but with it came that shuddering of the air. He felt it at once, permeating the air around them both.<br><br>"You will command nothing from me," he hoarsely defied. Yet even as he did, he felt that insidious magic, his eyes having foolishly met her own. He felt lost in them, the hypnotic, infinite depths of those stunning eyes, drawing him inwards. He felt the desire to speak, to tell her everything she wanted to know, bubbling up inside him. A part of his mind knew it was not really him, but was futile in stopping it.<br><br>He bit his tongue until he drew blood, wanting to give her nothing. Until, at last, he finally spoke. He would not -- could not-- lie to her, but he would not give the truth she wanted.<br><br>"I am Agathon Froseti, and I come under no nation's banner, only my own. I hail from a place of virtue and dignity. Where I knew love... until you took that away from me! I have come to fulfill my vendetta, spider witch. I will not rest until I have redeemed my name, and made right the wrongs you have committed against me."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>29-09-2009, 01:08:32</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;She had his name, though he was a little more reluctant to reveal his origins. Araña contemplated pushing harder, but then thought ill of it. Agathon's face was already showing strain as if he was being pressed between two stone slabs. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;With a whirl, she released her touch and broke her eye contact. Immediately, the air settled back to its original ambiance, the thunderous shuddering dissipating instantly as if it had it been a passing squall. Exerting such an influence upon the mind was dangerous, as she learned over many years. It did not take much to turn a man's mind into paste. If she bore much deeper than she already had, he would become a limp fish, and her servants despised eating prey that did not resist. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;As to his personal claims against her, she waved them away as her hand left his face. Many sought her poison and magic, and for the right price, she was all too willing to indulge them. Who was she to care what they poisoned, or for why?<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;But that indifference had gone on far too long. Araña desired her potions and spells to serve a greater will: her own. That is why she poisoned the foolish king of Molurene, and that is why she longed to topple Erias as well. They both hindered her rise to greatness.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;She lifted her hand, intending to bring it down with a twist of her wrist and to separate the threads that bound Agathon. The silk strands would whirl, cocooning him tightly for the goliaths in her dungeon to drag away and feast upon. But she halted, suddenly considering what was trapped in her web. Instead of coming down, her hand went to her breast, slowly stroking a smooth patch of cleavage jutting from her halter top. It was a habit she developed when deep in thought.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<em>He is a knight, no doubt of noble status. Did not the king of Erias decree that Gabrielle was to marry a warrior, so that their military strength would not weaken?</em><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"Fortune befalls you, milord," she purred lightly with a slow smile. "I may have a use for you other than as fodder for my children."<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Her plan was simple, yet cunning and easily executed with her power. Princess Gabrielle was worth everything in the kingdom of Erias, and Araña was going to ransom her for just that very thing. The only thing stopping her had been the fact that Gabrielle was always out of her reach...but now a potential suitor for her hand was struggling in her web. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 00:11:52</strong>
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				His body sagged momentarily as the air freed him from the hum of its imprisonment. He drew in a steadying breath between half-parted lips and slowly glanced back up at her, his own eyes hidden beneath his lashes. He watched her contemplation, sensing the devious scheming taking place.<br><br>As soon as she spoke her words he scoffed, knowing no good could come out of those throaty purrs. Suddenly, there was a chill along his spine. A dawning realization that there were things worse than death, worse than being devoured by spiders. He did not care if he goaded her into action against him.<br><br>"You are not well known for your mercy, milady. Nor your altruism," he said defiantly. "And what does the infamous spider-bitch have planned for me?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>01-10-2009, 21:56:29</strong>
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				&nbsp; &nbsp;Araña ignored his question, instead turning on the ball of her foot with a swish of black silk, then walking to the corner of her bedchambers. There, laying closed upon an iron podium was an ancient tome of spells and potion recipes. She unclasped the rusted lock holding the sinister leather cover shut, then opened it.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;The withered, faded parchment wheezed as they revealed their secrets. Each page, scrawled in various hand-writings of countless other sorceresses before her were the ingredients and incantations of hundreds, if not thousands of dark spells. Araña carefully turned each page by the corner with her black fingernails. Human oil would smudge and damage the writing if one was careless, and the book already displayed many such injuries. A phantom line of pain flashed across her buttocks as she remembered bearing the wrath of her mistress's cane for marring a single word in her youth.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;After several minutes of patient searching, the book displayed what she sought. The name of the potion she desired had an old, nearly unpronounceable name, but a hastily scrawled note in the margin made the loose translation 'The Widow's Bridle.' It was a concoction to mesmerize and subdue any person who consumed it, turning them malleable to bend and control.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;The ingredients were simple enough: nightshade, milk thistle, hornet wax, and devilfish scales, to name some of the more common items in her stores. But there was one ingredient among the many that acted as a catalyst to the whole concoction: the seed of the one you wished to control. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Araña's smile broadened further as she scanned the list one final time, memorizing the ingredients and other notes she needed, then shut and latched the book. She turned once again to her captive prey, who had long since stopped actively struggling, then glided back to him, body moving with a natural sway and haunt. The tome's notes had mentioned some interesting and erotic passages; she knew she was going to enjoy this victory even more. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"I have many things planned for you, milord," she finally revealed cryptically, then worked her fingers beneath the pauldrons he wore, finding the securing buckles and releasing them. It wasn't the first time she had to break the shell of a man, though watching her servants do it was far more violent and entertaining. "You may think that you will not enjoy it, but I assure you, you <em>will</em>"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;The pauldrons fell to the ground with a heavy clank, where she brushed them away with her foot. Slowly, she began to undo the clasps on his breastplate.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>03-10-2009, 09:27:25</strong>
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				There was little he could do but watch, taking note of her figure and its fluid grace as she sashayed across the room, and then back. The wicked gleam in her eyes drew a shiver down his spine. He knew not what she schemed, but knew only it did not bode well for him.<br><br>Then she was upon him, though she showed little fear. Chin tilted high and lips pursed together uninvitingly. So easily she moved through the strands of magical webbing that bound him there. The heavy weight of the armor upon his shoulders sagged, and with a solid thud they fell away. At once, the muscular slopes of his broad shoulders heaved with relief, belying the stress its weight had placed upon him.<br><br>He wordlessly watched as her skillful fingers danced across that molded armor, with its etched depiction of a royal, noble dragon emblazened upon its surface. Her black nails contrasting with the reflective sheen of the bluish-white silver and steel.<br><br>The metal armor peeled away from the statuesque form of her captured white knight, and once that final piece of protection was stripped from him, he heaved a final, almost pleading growl.<br><br>"Kill me, spider," he demanded, looking to meet her gaze with fierce determination.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>04-10-2009, 20:42:35</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp; &nbsp;Araña chortled once again. "Kill you? Wouldn't you rather have me do this?"<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;With that, she stooped over, sliding her fingers into the waistband of his simple linens. At the same time, she squatted, sinking to her knees upon the cold stone floor, tugging his pants down and exposing his girth. His spread legs prevented her from tugging them much lower to mid-thigh, but it was of no concern. All she needed was his cock exposed to suck his seed from.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;"My my, what an endowment," she remarked as she eyed his manhood. Even limp in the cool drafty air of her castle, Agathon had an impressive cock and large balls. He would provide an ample amount of semen for the potion that would control his will.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Araña leaned forward, swishing her long black hair behind her as she tipped her head, then planted warm, soft kisses along his shaft.&nbsp; It twitched, slowly lengthening as she continued to nibble along the skin. Her hands came up, taking hold of his hips to steady herself. She wrapped one hand, surprising warm despite the pale color of her skin, around it and slowly massaged his growing cock. At first, it was spongy like a rope, but slowly lengthened and hardened until it was an arrow of stone in her palm.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;She had misjudged his size when he was limp. Her hand now glossed a cock the length and width of broadsword's handle. Her hand left his erect shaft, finding his balls. She played with them with experienced fingers, examining her ingredients before they were put to proper use, juggling and sifting them back and forth.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Pinching his already swollen head between her fingers, she lifted his stiff cock, closely inspecting the powerful organ and its balls. She would have been foolish to throw such a man to her spiders without enjoying him herself. Of all the men she had taken pleasure from, this Agathon surely was the most well endowed.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>24-11-2009, 23:00:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Agathon drew in a shaken, surprised breath as his belt fell open and the pants, loincloth and all, fell about his booted feet. He felt the cool breeze of the fortress along his most sensitive of flesh.<br><br>"I would rather you -- " his breath escaped him, words lost as she was kneeling there in that snug, sheer black gown before him. Her lips were so warm, so moist. Indeed, her touch was hot along his bare hip. It was not the cold touch of death, but rather an exhilarating hint of lurid life.<br><br>By the time she was finished, that steely rod was hotter than her warm palm, which it now dwarfed as it rested across her slender fingers that feebly tried to wrap around its impressive girth. It swayed with a powerful weight and strength as she lustfully inspected the silky, veined piece of meat that she had so brazenly claimed as her own. He was grimly slightly. Watching, he did not seem bashful, but rather coldly seperate from the throbbing of his cock, refusing to accept how easily she drew it to its full and glorious length.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 03:23:04</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Araña leaned back, still admiring Agathon’s girth as she shook her long ebony strands to one side. “I thought so,” she said, grinning. “You claim yourself to be a noble hero, but I wonder, how many times have you visited the brothels to satisfy your lust?”<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She parted her plush black lips, and then leaned forward and took the impressive organ into her mouth. His thick cock forced her lips apart further and filled her mouth. A peasant woman would have trouble fathoming even a third of Agathon, and the whore a king? Not even half. Araña, however, was trained explicitly by her mistress in the art of fellatio and the dark magics behind it. Just to give her captive a brief taste of her true abilities, she wormed her tongue out of her mouth, then slid forward further, forcing his cock down into the recesses of her throat without so much a gag.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Araña moaned into his shaft, then chuckled with a full mouth as she bobbed her head back and forth, each time his wide head dipping into the back of her throat. Her black lips were laced with a special poison that sent a tingle washing over his wet, slippery sensitive shaft.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her goal was not to pleasure him, though her actions would bring him such. There was no tease or hint of sensuality as she methodically bobbed her head back and forth upon his cock. Every time she slid down on it, her cheeks flattened as she sucked greedily to his balls, wanting to draw forth his seed. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Araña settled back on her haunches, the black silk of her dress pooling behind her as she spread her legs. Aside from an occasional slurp or light purr, she blew him in silence. The volume of her breasts contained within the halter of her dress sat squarely beneath his balls, moving with equal pace to her upper body.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>27-11-2009, 07:21:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Never," he groaned under his breath, muscular arms giving an indignant tug at the glossy prison of webs that help them close to his body.<br><br>He watched with rapt fascination as she devoured his massive cock. He watched how her plump, womanly lips swell and strained around him. He watched as her mouth sank down to the hilt. He shut his eyes, trying to focus on anything but the sight of the devilish temptress at work. He thought back to when the other knights had caught sight of him in the communal baths or during training. The way they mocked his size and made lurid jeers about horse-blood in his veins. In his experience, his impressive size had never been a boon.<br><br>He could not forestall the pleasure for long, however. The suckling purrs and dancing tongue, along with the warming tingle of exotic poison brought his eyes to flutter open once more. What he saw was her head bouncing furiously along his length, glistening brilliantly in a mixture of toxins and saliva, disappearing time and again in between those darkly stained lips...<br><br>He very nearly whimpered, biting hard upon his tongue. The pain was a temporary reprieve from the unwanted pleasure that caused his balls to tighten and shaft to strain and throb mightily as the undesired torrent of lustful seed threatened to erupt.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 23:35:55</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her prey squirmed, and her response to his defiant statement was only another throaty moan into his cock, one that made her lips buzz around the organ. It filled her entire mouth, causing some difficulty for her experienced tongue to fully coil around the wide shaft. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Araña shifted on her knees and straightened her back, forcing his cock to lift with her mouth. She now bore down on it, twisting her head with each suck out and gripping his hips even tighter. As she pressed closer to him, the tip of her bust grazed his thighs. If she were to release his cock, its slick surface would drop into the crevice of her bosom. Araña had no intention of releasing just yet, instead continued to suck hard as if on a juicy sausage.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Sensing from his increasing squirms and the way his impressive girth flexed in her mouth, Araña increased her rhythm. Her hair became a resonating wave as it shook back and forth. She let the organ slide out more, so the fat head rested on top of her tongue instead of wedged deep down her throat. She needed not to drink his seed like she would an antidote, but collect it, and the surface of her tongue would greatly stimulate the sensitive spot beneath his head.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>01-12-2009, 23:48:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He tried everything in his power to prevent her from getting that precious reward she so hungrily sought out. He bit lips until it bled, but to no avail. He tried to picture her with a spider's maw and horrific pincers, but the reverberating warmth of her throat and mouth, the way her lips messily smeared saliva across his rigid cock, made it to no avail. He tried to imagine her tongue was a serpent's, forked and coarsed, and not the supple, coy thing that danced encouragingly just beneath the velvety, plump cockhead, but to no avail.<br><br>"No, no..." he breathlessly spoke, pleading with himself. Yet he had never been so hard in his life, hung like a horse she could feel every pulse of his pounding heart against her lips and curled tongue. How could she do this to him? She was a bitch-whore of a sorceress, he thought. He wanted to make her pay for doing this. He wanted to fuck her throat until she gagged and suffocated. He wanted to see the look in her eyes when he smacked her in the face wetly with his shaft. Yes, he'd cum all over her and make her regret her decisions... He growled out loudly as the thoughts of dark revenge and deviant sexual need betrayed his mind to his wants, and more sinister, to her.<br><br>"No --!" A strangled cry as she felt it jerk against her tongue as she successfully teased him beyond his control. Soon those thick, gooey strands of hot cum would lance out, to slide over that masterful tongue and fill her mouth, lest she chose to do otherwise with it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>12-12-2009, 07:17:12</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Her pace increasing one final time, Araña let his cock slide further out of her mouth until she suckled on the last third of it, like a newborn at a breast. Agathon’s head pulsed once and he helplessly quivered in her web. Even if he continued to deny it, his body betrayed him, and he exploded within her mouth.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The seething mass of his seed burst from the end of his cock and into her mouth, squirting again and again. The amount surprised her; she nearly swallowed a large portion as it spilled uncontrollably into her mouth. But she pooled the flow beneath tongue and into her cheeks as she continued to draw it forcibly out.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Araña quelled her sensuous fellatio as soon as her prey climaxed, settling for long, powerful sucks into her full mouth. She ran along the length several more times, being sure to milk every last drop from his enormous shaft. As she did, she glanced up to him, her red eyes brimming with malice and mischief.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;When Agathon’s cock ran dry, she relinquished the strangling hold of her now shimmery black lips. She kissed the tip of his head, holding his seed within the cavity of her mouth, and then got to her feet, straightening the lines in her silk gown.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She spat the considerable load into a retort upon her vanity, and then licked her lips clean. The retort was filled nearly to a third of its volume with the milky white fluid she desired. Araña swirled the flask, sampling its viscosity. She did not relish the taste of a man’s load like a whore, though it was pleasing flavor nonetheless.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>14-12-2009, 07:20:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He was in some tortured state of ecstasy. He found it exhilarating, yet undeniably corrupted as she milked at his shaft. It had been... quite a long time for that gallant knight, and the sheer quantities that she claimed as her own were evidence of that, along with its gooey thickness.<br><br>A grudging glance down as her mouth once more sank upon him, leaving not a single wasted drop behind. He caught that malevolent red gaze and quickly turned his eyes away in appalled shame. And then she was rising. What would she do with him now?<br><br>He watched, and waited... though what came next was truly unexpected as she spat out the copious amounts of his cum into that basin. Seeing it lewdly pour from between her black, glossy lips caused his spent shaft to twitch involuntarily. Why did such a sight arouse him so? It should have been gross, and disturbing.<br><br>"What... what are you doing?" he managed to call out weakly to her from across the room, suddenly feeling very vulnerable and helpless. He wanted nothing more than to be able to pull his breeches up and cover himself, but those damned silken bonds prevented it.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>18-12-2009, 22:03:54</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Araña licked her lips one final time, cleaning off the last of his juices. She placed a stopper into the retort, despite the fact she would be using his fluids within minutes.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She smiled cryptically again, then swayed close to him on the points of her dagger heels. For a moment, she merely admired what she obtained from him before turning her gaze to him. She could reveal her plan; he would soon be powerless to stop it otherwise, but why should she waste the effort?<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Never mind what I have in store…” she purred, then raised her hand, index finger extended. She spun her wrist, and a thin silk strand appeared at the tip of her finger. It grew longer and longer, then without warning darted forward and began to coil around Agathon’s head. It wormed its way through his lips and teeth, then magically began to grow, wrapping itself around again and again. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Within seconds, a thick band of silk had formed, wedged between his teeth, yet it continue to spin itself further. By the time it stopped, it cocooned the entire lower half of his face, sealing his mouth and tongue behind a tight gag of silk. The knight didn’t strike her as the one to call for help, but it was better to take precautions. No one would hear his cries, but her children in the walls might grow agitated.<br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;“…but I promise you quite a night ahead. I suggest you rest yourself, milord.” Araña glanced down to his softening cock, still quite large and moist from her powerful mouth, before moving to her chamber doors to venture to her keep to begin brewing the potion. “It has been quite some time since I have indulged in such endowment.”<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Umbral Sanguinus</strong> on <strong>21-12-2009, 05:41:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Never mind?&nbsp; Never mind I --" his voice was captured by the strange, silken strand. Voice muted, and moments later he tried to scream out in fury, only to be a muffled groan through the web that ensconced his strong chin and rugged jawline.<br><br>And thus he could do little but watch her leave the room with narrowed eyed. He swore to himself, since he could not aloud. A flurry of vicious insults that he had never the vice to speak aloud. The dark thoughts he had for that sorceress who mocked him. He wanted to bring her pain, a revenge so sweet... but he also wanted to steal away from her some pleasure. A treacherous, sinister victory. He wanted to use her, and break her.<br><br>Of course, none of that was likely. The festering spiders would come and devour him as he hung there. They'd lay their eggs in him and he'd be eaten from the inside out. He dwelled on the many ways of his death while she left him alone, preparing her exotic elixers.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Silk and Venom</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>NileGoddess</strong> on <strong>30-12-2009, 21:23:07</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The heavy doors to Araña’a keep swung open to bid her entry, and then shut behind her with a reverberating thud. The spider witch moved quickly on her dagger heels as her gown trailed behind her like a great black tail of silk. The fire beneath her cauldron of poison still burned merrily as its heat fueled the power within it.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;She immediately turned to her alchemical alter, a curved bench filled with cupboards, mortars and pestles, twisting glass alembics, flasks of varying shape and volume, and many retorts. Araña set Agathon’s seed on an open space and then snapped her fingers. A small fire burst to life beneath one of the open containers.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;It took an hour to gather all of the ingredients the tome had detailed, and another hour to mix it properly. Araña’s hands were stained various colors as they worked the ingredients. She first ground a handful of devilfish scales into a fine powder with a pestle, adding the nectar of a rare plant to it until it turned to a paste. Wax was added, thickening it further, but the concoction was quickly distilled upon addition of nightshade and water.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The mixture was boiled several times, and each time it was, it turned a different hue. Upon addition of dried polyps, it turned a deep red, but eventually settled to a thick, poisonous green. Araña took the flask of sperm and dribbled it into the mixture. The potion frothed, then turned a darker shade of green as it steamed over the fire.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Several minutes later, the Widow’s Bridle was complete. Araña took the cooling mixture off the flames and pored it into a bottle, unable to hide her glee with a smile. She wanted to scry through her spider’s eyes once more to observe Gabrielle, wishing the helpless girl would sense the imminent trap, but instead turned in a swish of dark silk back to her bedchamber. It would be rude to keep Agathon waiting during the last hours of his free will.<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The clicking of her high heels heralded her entry as she entered her quarters. The knight was still bound and gagged by her web in the center of the room at the foot of her bed, his pants still pulled around his ankles. <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“I apologize for my absence, milord,” she purred, granting him a small curtsy with the bottle in her hand.
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