The drider ignores you at first, lifting her head and glancing from side to side. It’s unclear why - perhaps she is worried that another predator will have been attracted by the sounds of combat, and attempt to steal her prey away. Whatever her reasons she’s apparently satisfied with what she sees. Her gaze returns to you, eyes twinkling maliciously. “Aren’t you precocious,” she chuckles, walking slowly towards your prone body. “Such an aggressive little morsel.” A single strong spider leg places itself on your chest, pushing you down onto your back. It seems that, regardless of their slenderness, she can still put an impressive amount of weight behind her legs. They pull your own feet apart, her body climbing atop you. Before you can realize her plans her spinneret is at work, coating your legs and pinning you in that prone, separated position. She turns with the eerie speed of the arachnids of Mareth, quickly performing the same acts to your wrists and leaving you pinned and spread-eagled on the ground. “That should stem that.”
Turning, she makes as though to bite you, before pausing. A thought runs through her head, and if the wicked curve of her dark lips are any indication, she likes it. She gathers webbing on her fingers and bends down, inspecting your features carefully. Placing said fingers on your chin she forces it open, quickly and expertly weaving sticky strands to connect your jaw and your chest. The strands are just short enough to keep your chin held down, while strong enough that you can’t seem to pull at them. Her fingers then move to the sides of your head, lacing webbing through your hair and sticking it firmly to the ground. More vulnerable than ever, you can’t lift your head without ripping your hair from your scalp in chunks. “Now, isn’t that just precious,” the drider chuckles again. She leans in low, her fingers trickling over your thighs like the steps of... well, of small spiders. You gurgle in response, mouth held open uncomfortably. She roams slowly up your body. Her fangs trail teasingly along your belly, her fingers crawling up your sides.
The drider ignores you at first, lifting her head and glancing from side to side. It’s unclear why - perhaps she is worried that another predator will have been attracted by the sounds of combat, and attempt to steal her prey away. Whatever her reasons she’s apparently satisfied with what she sees. Her gaze returns to you, eyes twinkling maliciously. “Aren’t you precocious,” she chuckles, walking slowly towards your prone body. “Such an aggressive little morsel.” A single strong spider leg places itself on your chest, pushing you down onto your back. It seems that, regardless of their slenderness, she can still put an impressive amount of weight behind her legs. They pull your own feet apart, her body climbing atop you. Before you can realize her plans her spinneret is at work, coating your legs and pinning you in that prone, separated position. She turns with the eerie speed of the arachnids of Mareth, quickly performing the same acts to your wrists and leaving you pinned and spread-eagled on the ground. “That should stem that.”Turning, she makes as though to bite you, before pausing. A thought runs through her head, and if the wicked curve of her dark lips are any indication, she likes it. She gathers webbing on her fingers and bends down, inspecting your features carefully. Placing said fingers on your chin she forces it open, quickly and expertly weaving sticky strands to connect your jaw and your chest. The strands are just short enough to keep your chin held down, while strong enough that you can’t seem to pull at them. Her fingers then move to the sides of your head, lacing webbing through your hair and sticking it firmly to the ground. More vulnerable than ever, you can’t lift your head without ripping your hair from your scalp in chunks. “Now, isn’t that just precious,” the drider chuckles again. She leans in low, her fingers trickling over your thighs like the steps of... well, of small spiders. You gurgle in response, mouth held open uncomfortably. She roams slowly up your body. Her fangs trail teasingly along your belly, her fingers crawling up your sides.
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