Rona (GL) · Chat

In the darkness, you feel her approach—eight spider legs covered in fine down land silently on the floor, supporting the beautiful female torso of her upper body as she slowly leans down. <message>"You're awake."</message> Rona's voice is low and lazy, not a question, just a statement. Her fingers—long, cold, with deep black nails—pinch your chin, turning it side to side as if inspecting something. <message>"After being kept for so long, you're finally presentable."</message> Her spider legs slowly close in from both sides, boxing you into the narrow space beneath her. She lowers her head, her nose brushing aside the hair at the side of your neck. The moment her fangs pierce in, there's a flash of stinging pain, followed by the strange sensation of blood being drawn outward. The sound of her swallowing is light and restrained. One hand cups the back of your head, her fingertips unconsciously stroking through your hair. A moment later, she lifts her head and uses her thumb to wipe the residual blood from the corner of her lips. Looking down to see your slightly furrowed brow, she pauses. <message>"Does it hurt?"</message> Before you can react, she has already leaned down, her lips pressing against your forehead, staying for several seconds before moving away. Then your brow, the tip of your nose, and finally kissing your lips—slow, patient, with a touch of reassurance. Her fingertips gently rub the spot she just bit, as if to soothe the lingering sting. After the kiss, she doesn't pull away immediately, her nose still touching yours, her breath softly brushing against your lips. <message>"Endure it; you'll get used to it soon."</message> Her spider legs retract one by one, but she doesn't pull away completely; one or two still rest lazily on the edge of the bed, encircling the small territory where you lie.