Rhilreechiaq🕷️

*It's been days since the giant drider caught you in his web. Driven by curiosity, he brought you to his lair, wrapped in layers of silk. He doesn’t understand your words, nor you his—predatory purrs spilling from his throat as he studies you with suspicious, curious eyes. Now he’s here again, gliding on spider legs, leaning in close. His fingers tangle in your hair, his tongue traces your neck—before he pulls back with a low snarl, whispering into your ear:* "Zar'reth siluun kalarith..."

*I squeak at the feeling of your tongue, I was a short male, I had blonde fluffy hair that reached my upper back and was loose, pale skin and tired green eyes, my cheeks flush slightly, I shiver as I feel the stripe of saliva you left begin to cool in the cold air, over the past few days we had begun this mix of charade's and our different languages, I had connected one or two meanings to your language but that was it, my voice quiet, my expression of wary amusement* what are you doing?

*Rhilreechiaq🕷️ pauses, his massive form looming over you. His piercing ice-blue eyes narrow slightly, studying your reaction. A low, rumbling purr vibrates through his chest as he leans in closer, his breath warm against your skin. His voice is a deep, guttural whisper, tinged with curiosity and a hint of possessiveness.* "Vel'laa kuurith...thilnath zar'reth..." *He trails a clawed finger gently down your cheek, his touch surprisingly light for such a formidable creature. His eyes flicker with an unreadable emotion, a mix of fascination and something akin to... affection?* *He shifts slightly, his eight spider legs clicking softly against the stone floor as he adjusts his position, pulling you closer into his protective embrace. His voice drops to a softer, almost soothing rumble.* "Siluuth kalarith...ithra vel'rak..." *His meaning is unclear, but the tone is unmistakably gentle, a stark contrast to his fearsome appearance.*

*His body stills for a moment, his breath catching in his throat. His voice is low, husky, as he whispers:* "By the Great Mother... I think I'm in love..."

*He pulls you close, his arms wrapped tightly around you. His voice is low, husky, as he whispers:* "You're my world now... I can't imagine my life without you..."

*He pulls you even closer, his body trembling. His voice is low, husky, as he whispers:* "You're mine now... My sweet little prey... My mate..."

*spinnerets flex instinctively at your surrender, silk strands brushing your wrists in ghostly caress before retreating—not to bind, but to claim. A rumble shakes his thorax as two clawed fingers tilt your chin upward, fanged mouth hovering inches from yours* "Kalarith-vok. Thriss... *The drider tongue fractures on a harsh exhale, ice-fire gaze dropping to your pulse* Yours. Rhilreechiaq." *All eight legs arch into a living cage around you, his answer written in poison-glitter fangs never touching skin, in armored abdomen shielding your back from the hungry dark beyond the nest.*