Silken Webs
Keywords: Webs, Silken,
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Startled, Izdreth wrapped his arms tightly about her. He held her close as she sobbed, stroking her lustrous brown hair, speaking gentle words of comfort.
"Fear not, child," he murmured. "You're safe now. I will not harm you."
She nodded against his chest. "I know." She stroked his night-black hair, pushing it aside.
Something in her voice startled Izdreth. He tried to pull back to look at her, but she held him with surprising strength. Something cold and sharp pricked the back of his neck. Izdreth tried to pull away from the girl, but a curious langour stole through his bones. Then he was falling, falling into an endless, velvet darkness.
***
"Wakey wakey, Sleeping Beauty."
The voice pulled Izdreth from sleep as surely as if he'd been doused with ice-cold water. He blinked, gasping as he came to.
"Welcome to my web, sweet Izdreth."
Izdreth's eyes went wide with shock. "*You*!"
Ashryn laughed throatily. "Yes. And this time, your master isn't here to save you. What a pity."
"You'll pay for this! My Master will see to you, and--"
Ashryn laid two slender fingers across Izdreth's full lips, shushing him. "Spare me the tiresome clichés, little one. No doubt I will pay, and most grievously so. But it will be well worth it, I am sure." His voice, low and throaty, told Izdreth more than mere words ever could. Ashryn smiled with deceptive sweetness as he stroked Izdreth's silky hair.
Chains clinked as Izdreth tried to pull his head away from Ashryn's touch to no avail. His head was held firmly in place by a stiff, fur-lined leather collar. From what Izdreth could tell, his arms were held tightly behind his back by more chains fed through loops in fur-lined cuffs.
As though he'd read his captive's mind, Ashryn said, "Feel free to test your bonds, love. I'm sure that you'll find that they hold you quite securely." He stepped back, anticipating a sudden frenzy of movement. When it didn't happen, he arched a delicate chestnut brow.
"I see that Talryn has given you a sense of discipline, Izdreth. Good. Very good. In that case, I'll tell you exactly how you're held." He reached out to trace the collar at Izdreth's throat. "This collar...so very lovely." He looked up at Izdreth, blue eyes searching his. "Would you like to know what makes it so special?" Izdreth remained silent, eyes staring defiantly into Ashryn's. "I'll tell you," Ashryn said as if Izdreth had begged him for the secret. "It's enchanted, love. While it's around your neck, you can't even so much as bring to mind a colouring cantrip."
Izdreth made no reply. He merely stared straight ahead, right through Ashryn. His earlier burst of temper not withstanding, he had a strong sense of discipline. All the same, his heart raced even as he tried hard to think of some way out of his predicament.
Ashryn's mouth turned in a pout. He refused to be dismayed, however, and turned his attention to the rest the chains. "Now then," he continued, reaching behind Izdreth to grasp the chain. "This chain..." He trailed his fingers slowly down the cold mithral links as he spoke. "This chain leads through loops in the cuffs holding your hands behind your back.You'll notice that you've not much freedom of movement. That's because the chain is connected to a harness around your abdomen. In turn..." He ran one hand in a slow caress over Izdreth's glossy black spider body. "In turn, chains lead from the harness and are hooked into loops in the floor, pinning you down. Go on...try and move." When Izdreth made no move to comply, Ashryn's eyes flashed cold fire.
"Obey me."
This was not a time to fight, Izdreth realised. He experimented with his bonds, not by thrashing madly, but with carefully controlled movements. "It is as you say, yes. I am quite securely held." He might have been commenting on the weather, for all the emotion his voice held.
Ashryn's eyes narrowed to mere slits. This was not to his liking. He wanted the apprentice frightened, uncertain of his fate, but Izdreth's demeanor was perfectly composed. "Good. Very good. Then you realise that there will be no possibility of escape." One slender hand caressed Izdreth's shoulder before curling around the back of his neck. "Do you know how beautiful you are, little one?" Without waiting for an answer, he took Izdreth's mouth in a slow, silken kiss.
Izdreth shivered: he couldn't help it. Ashryn said nothing, but Izdreth was certain that the lips pressing into his curved in evil amusement. The kiss was like liquid fire, flowing into his mouth and through his veins until it was all he could do to resist his captor.
I'll not give you that pleasure again, Ashryn. Savour the moment while you have it.
Ashryn licked lightly at Izdreth's tongue before pulling back to look at him. The eyes, so beautiful and defiant, but the body--ahh, the body trembled ever so slightly against his. He smirked. "You don't feel that I can break you, do you? No need to answer; I see it in your eyes." He stroked Izdreth's hair gently.
Suddenly, his hand wrapped brutally into the lush mane. Stinging pain ripped into Izdreth's scalp. Tears welled in his eyes. "Perhaps I cannot make you respond to pleasure, but I am very certain that I can give you pain. The choice is yours, Izdreth." He glared into his prisoner's eyes, gratified to see a bit of fear creeping in. Perfect.
Ashryn had no intentions of hurting Izdreth, except perhaps as part of the pleasures they would share. He doubted very much if Izdreth had been shown such things, although Talryn himself enjoyed such play. However, it wouldn't do for Izdreth to know this. "Let's try this again, shall we?" he murmured. "Why are you so very certain that you will not bend to my will?"
Izdreth licked his dry lips. "Because you are evil!" he spat.
Ashryn threw back his head and laughed. The mocking sound echoed in the chamber, grated on Izdreth's nerves. "You really *are* convinced of your moral superiority over me, aren't you? What sort of rubbish has Talryn filled your brain with?" He pressed up close against his plaything, chuckling when Izdreth couldn't stop himself from gasping.
"Your mind and soul might care about such things, love. But your body will not, does not. You are an *arachin*, dear Izdreth. And no matter how smart or how disciplined or pure of heart an arachin is, there's only one thing that's constantly on their mind--fucking."
Izdreth glared viciously at the older arachin. He was right, of course. Every arachin struggled constantly against his baser impulses. But that didn't mean that one gave into them when desired.
"You know that I'm right," Ashryn taunted. His hand came up to stroke Izdreth's face. He nearly groaned aloud at the texture--softer than the smoothest velvet. Like cool, rich cream. "Your skin is so soft, Apprentice. Think you that it is so everywhere?"
Izdreth ignored him. Undaunted, Ashryn pressed his lips to the skin he'd just stroked so gently. "Mmm. Very soft. I would enjoy touching my lips all over your skin, just to see how soft it is."
His captor's words brought an unwanted vision to Izdreth: Ashryn slowly removing the apprentice's clothing as he kissed and licked newly exposed skin an inch at a time. Izdreth closed his eyes, only to find that the visions came more sharply into focus. Shaking his head hard to clear it, he then glared at his tormentor.
Ashryn smiled smugly. "You can't resist forever. But if your sense of moral superiority demands it, then by all means, please do so. It's highly entertaining." His pale, slender fingers toyed at the lacings of Izdreth's suede jerkin before deftly untying the knot.
Izdreth tried to ignore the gentle tugs on his clothing as Ashryn undid the laces. Instead, he forced himself to concentrate on exploring the room with his eyes.
Ashryn held him in a small but elegant chamber. There was just enough room for the two of them to stand and maneuver about: Izdreth tried not to ponder what maneuvers would be required of him here. Black velvet swathed the walls in soft shadows. Large furry rugs, invitingly soft, covered the floors. Izdreth tried not to think about sinking down into them.
Rolling his eyes up as far as they could go, Izdreth saw a high, arched ceiling painted a deep crimson. His gaze traveled elsewhere, showing him brief glimpses of red walls behind the black drapes.
A warm hand on his skin made him gasp. Ashryn had unfastened his jerkin and had slipped his hand inside Izdreth's tunic. The older arachin favoured Izdreth with a leering smile."You like?" he purred, slipping his other hand inside as well. Both hands moved around to stroke Izdreth's satiny back.
Izdreth gnawed on his lower lip. Ashryn's hands stroked and caressed, leaving tingles in their wake. Occasionally, sharp nails would lightly graze his spine, sending liquid fire through him. He wondered what it would feel like to have Ashryn's nails raking his back, his breath hot and harsh in his ear as they coupled madly. To sink his teeth into Ashryn's creamy shoulder as he shuddered in uncontrollable ecstasy...he shuddered, and while Ashryn did not chuckle, in his mind's eye Izdreth saw the evil grin on his captor's face.
"Well?" A purring demand brought Izdreth out of his reverie. "Do you?" Ashryn"s green eyes burned into his captive.
"I--I respond to the touch, not you," Izdreth told him, shivering slightly as Ashryn's fingers brushed ever so close to his still-sleeping sex.
***
Izdreth slept restlessly that night, his dreams filled with erotic visions, his waking times torn with fierce, unfulfilled lust. At last, he drifted off into a deep dreamless slumber born of exhaustion.
The scent of strawberry wine and fresh baked bread woke him the next morning. Blinking sleepily, stomach growling, Izdreth looked up to see an air servant setting a silver tray laden with food before him. No sooner had the transparent creature departed than Izdreth fell to the food with unseemly alacrity, the hunger of lust replaced by the hunger of his stomach.
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Keywords: Webs, Silken,