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open ;; "There we go, my pet... my toy..." the drider nearly purred, it's pedipalps twitching - the web it had spun, wrapped tight around their form... "Can't you wait to feel bliss..?"

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Limbs clicked and crunched as they unfolded from the dark corner. Dusty webs shifted. The drider straightened, slow, cautiously manipulating life and blood back into it's form. The chill of it's winter's rest began to ease off of cold skin and dark eyes blinked slowly. It was... awake. It was hungry. With the new season, the drider's hibernation finally ended and it took slow, cautious steps towards it's larder, stocked before the rest sunk in. A few treats, somewhat shrivelled but still full enough to sate one appetite. Unfortunately, another remained; even in rest, it's blessing continued to churn. This first one was always uncomfortably large. It would have to find a good host, it mused, starting to skitter into the underdark.

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ooc ;; I have been locked out of this account for months but I'm back baby

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@idolsummons is pregnant and needs you to come take responsibility, coward.

"That one... can deal with their blessing alone..." it chittered softly, though, amused.

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It's body was already producing aphrodisical venom, dripping down it's mouth. It grimaced, trying to swallow back the fluids - of course, it was immune to it's own effect - but this required far more caution than it was used to using. "I... no. Yes." it paused, the drow mind fighting against the spider side, which longed to lunge, so achingly full... it's ovipositor had started to slip loose, drooling it's own lubricant, even as it struggled to maintain control. "I have left because there is no... life. My body starves. My young... grow too large for me to contain." it exhaled slowly, rarely used throat struggling with this much work. "I do not know what drives life away. But I must grant bliss to another. A living thing. An... understanding thing." it's head tilted, a sharp motion.

The Drider was acting with caution... a wise decision, considering Halsin's teachings that demanded him to slay the creature before him. Silvanus demanded it of him. And yet Halsin didn't move, examining the drider very much in the same manner it was examining him. Neither seemed willing to close the distance between them... Halsin knew that to step forward into the webbing would be his demise.

In one way or another.

"Something wrong? Does it have to do why you ache?" he questions, prying for answers from a creature that seemed in some kind of distress. How could he slay a creature that was suffering and still able bodied? If it were dying, then Halsin likely wouldn't have hesitated to end its life...

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Oh, sweet thing - so lost in the breeding already. What a perfect thing she was, so beautiful. It's own perfect little toy. The drider's mind ran with the possibilities; to keep her here, filled over and over… but it knew that when the eggs were settled deep into her body, it would lose interest. Of course, until Hana came crawling back once more, addicted to the pleasure of being filled.

"Patience, sweet thing." it whispered. "Sweet toy, addict pet… I will fill you. I will fill you more than before. Each time your blessing will grow…" venom dripped over it's lip, drooling in excitement as it's body rolled slightly, the egg popping loose, more already in quick pursuit.

"Good toy, good pet," it groaned, lowly, body trembling just a little. It was already swelling, locking in place, oozing thick goo deep inside her, lining, relaxing, preparing... the first egg was big. A touch bigger than the last one; squeezing it's way into her body, a soft pop as it broached into her tunnel, then deeper - deeper - hissing in pleasure.

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"Yes, yes, good little pet." a hand tangled her hair briefly, but it's lower body was doing the work now which meant it couldn't easily reach any of Aurelia's features. It could feel the way her body was accepting it, inch by inch slicking in. Abdomen bobbed, slowly, carefully, but rapidly picking up speed as it stretched and prepared her. Ready for it's clutch, to be swollen and heavy, be bred… be blessed… Lolth's most wonderful gift to her most loyal servant…

The ovipositor drove in, all the way, drooling it's thick aphrodisiac to loosen and open out her deepest areas - a few more thrusts before the pointed tip sunk all the way in, then began to flare open, a bloom to trap them together -

What a wonderful thing, to be so willing, so pleading for it; the drider took just a breath to admire the cool body below it, before it was moving again. It swung up, allowing the rubbery tube to drool it's payload over her belly, pool in the soft areas of Aurelia's thighs, and then, slowly, pressing into her hole. It sunk in cautiously at first. Incredibly slick, the lubricant heavy with aphrodisiac too, just to make sure whatever creature it was breeding would take it most willingly. Pleasure would keep them coming back... make them dumb and pliable... rewrite their brains to get their delight from the throbbing load of eggs... "Do not fret, little one," it whispered, "You will be blessed soon enough..." it's body pressed closer, easing inside inch by slick inch.

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This one was so fascinating to the drider. It was settled comfortably, and so... it watched. Ferocious beast, tamed by the young in her belly... and yet insisting on not waddling off away into the underdark. Determined to stay by it's side. The multitude of eyes blinked, fixed on Katya's shape. It saw no reason not to stare, after all; now, it would usually settle into trance until it's body called to movement once again... and yet some strange instinct was driving it to guard her, at least in some way. Whilst there was no interest any more that the breeding was done... there must be some curiousity left from it's drow days.

She couldn't help but laugh when she saw it preen a little at her compliment - it was right to preen. The webbing was beautiful in a way, intricate and lovely and with different textures. Like the ones she was one weren't sticky, but comfortable, soft in a way - it made her want to take another nap.

"That's good," she mumbled, shifting to get comfortable.

"All homes should be comfortable," she agreed with a nod as she continue to look around as it settled in as well. Honestly, this place was giving her ideas for her own apartment - probably a weird thought, perhaps incensed by the hormones and chemicals going through her body. But a cave that none other could reach, bathed in blue light and made of intricate patterns... it was a good look.

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ooc ;; who wants to get dridered? :>c

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"All these arguments I see... how strange. All creatures belong to me... eventually... they all come to the brood." they chitter in amusement. "After all, if I tamed the werewolf..."

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It's body was overburdened, aching. The creature below would be ideal. The heat coming off the form, the strength. The drider did not doubt this one could even give it's own powerful limbs a fight if it so desired. It would carry such a wonderful clutch, and yet it was not coming closer. Fighting back the urge to hiss in frustration, it dropped a touch lower, slender legs moving with extreme caution.

The question… unexpected. What was this man? Head tilted to the side, allowing pale hair to shift and the multitude of eyes to look in fascination. He smelt of the woods, of wild things, fragrances that would not be too unwelcome in the drider's usual world.

"There is… something wrong." it said, slowly. "In the underdark. I have been driven up here." it hesitated, voice incredibly soft, from narrow throat and disuse. "My body is… I am struggling…" it admitted. Maybe a touch of pity. "I ache…"

To say that Halsin was shocked to see a Drider lower itself down into his line of sight was an understatement. Eyes widen as his brows climb on his forehead, mouth agape before he remembers himself and collects himself back together. He quickly recalls what he's learned on Drider, knowing them to be abominations among society...

Silvanus' teachings demanded death in this instance... and yet Halsin didn't act. Not even as the Drider beckoned him closer, did Halsin move. "Why are you up here, among the surface?" he asks instead.

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ooc ;; I'm back and here to cause annoyance to @estarion >:]

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How does it feel about making friends, and does it let people in easily?

ooc ;; for the drider, 'friends' isn't really a concept it understands. There are enemies, and there are those it can breed, and there is food. There are those who come back to be bred over and over, which it kinda-sorta thinks of fondly, but it's not so much a friendship as it feels a kind of... ownership, I guess? You could consider it like a holy fanatacism. To the drider, it is sharing a blessing. It's relatively hard to get close to it, unless you're willing to let it breed you. I imagine if someone was to provide it regular breeding toys and food, it would grow to think of them fondly, although it would always want to take the provider, too.

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out of spiders ;; sorry folks, haven't been feeling it recently.

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out of spiders ;; the drider does still have a uterus and whatnot. If there was another drider like it... it's 'drow' side could definitely 'carry'. or, well. If you were doing something unethical with portals. You could theoretically have it breeding itself over and over again...

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"Good toy, good pet," it groaned, lowly, body trembling just a little. It was already swelling, locking in place, oozing thick goo deep inside her, lining, relaxing, preparing... the first egg was big. A touch bigger than the last one; squeezing it's way into her body, a soft pop as it broached into her tunnel, then deeper - deeper - hissing in pleasure.

She leaned her head back - not threw, as that was impossible in her current situation - as the drider slid its length further and further inside her. And then it breached her innermost depths, and Hana winced, though it was nothing more than an instinctual reaction; the truth was hidden inside her moan. God, it felt just as good as she remembered, and better than it should. And to think, what would come next would feel even better...

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The drider wasn't going to waste any time. It had taken so long to get Hana into it's webs; and that work had paid off. The curious creature now tangled, begging, losing her mind with it's work... yes, yes, what a joy. It pushed rougher, body smacking wetly against hers. Each drive shoved it's long tool further inside her, the lubricant relaxing her cervix, before it finally drove into the deepest part. The tip pointed, pushing in, a few last thrusts into that pocket before it spread open and locked itself inside her...

Forgetting her own name might occur, especially when the words were but a distant memory the very second each one fell upon her ears, like they slid from one and out the other; rather, she was quite focused on the way the creature's length kept creeping further and further inside her. How tantalising it was, how exciting, awaiting something which would usually bring pain but would instead, in this instance, bring pleasure. With words near lost to her, Hana moaned out, though it was weak, shaky. Hopefully it would be enough to signal her desire.