[Smooth, dark, unmarred flesh, human-like but off, a featureless expanse. He chose this shape, so long ago, a mockery of the human form, one that's close but missing things, so that no one will ever mistake him for a mere primate. It should set off alarm bells in the human mind - but Flug is hardly human anymore, is he?
Black Hat bites his lip as those claws draw gentle circles on his skin, to hold back a command to dig in, to draw blood, because Flug is the one leading the way this time.
"Not so terrible, is it?"
It's not. It's far from terrible. This is nothing like when the poachers pulled out his claws, or when Aunamee crippled his wing, or when Y'doethe stole him away. No, it's exhilarating to not be the one calling the shots, because he's choosing it. It keeps him from wrenching Flug down in a crush, allowing the spider to position himself as he will.
His tail traces Flug's stomach a little longer, then begins trailing lower, wrapping around to his back and moving against the firm keratin of the arachnid tail. His cheek cupped, he stares into Flug's eyes, all six of them, so close, so delectable.]
What are your plans, doctor? [His voice has a breathy quality to it, one Flug has never heard before.] Are you going to stick me? Ride me? Keep me in suspense?
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Black Hat bites his lip as those claws draw gentle circles on his skin, to hold back a command to dig in, to draw blood, because Flug is the one leading the way this time.
"Not so terrible, is it?"
It's not. It's far from terrible. This is nothing like when the poachers pulled out his claws, or when Aunamee crippled his wing, or when Y'doethe stole him away. No, it's exhilarating to not be the one calling the shots, because he's choosing it. It keeps him from wrenching Flug down in a crush, allowing the spider to position himself as he will.
His tail traces Flug's stomach a little longer, then begins trailing lower, wrapping around to his back and moving against the firm keratin of the arachnid tail. His cheek cupped, he stares into Flug's eyes, all six of them, so close, so delectable.]
What are your plans, doctor? [His voice has a breathy quality to it, one Flug has never heard before.] Are you going to stick me? Ride me? Keep me in suspense?