An innocent little couple... really! (private) (MATURE)

Perhaps it was a bit sudden to ask... but Recluse had to get it off his chest! That first time experience was something he would never forget about. And the craving to feel it once again was almost as overwhelming. But perhaps he shouldn't have just blurted it out like he had.. or sound like he was begging. Though he most certainly was close to it. Leaning in when Ozias began speaking.. heart sinking quick when he mentioned about only being able to do the absorbing once. Almost jumping out of his seat to protest, his expression showing both disbelief and quite possibly horror! He needed it! But hearing that it was just a joke lessened the tension but not the want. And if that was going to be his little surprise later... well then it was going to be worth the wait!

It wasn't helping that Ozias was just tormenting the poor spider! Excited enough about the prospect of having another round of that incredible pleasure session but the way the ooze was acting rather lewd and putting so much emphasis on just how good the next time would be... putting his chopsticks down, hands moving down to his lap to try and adjust his kimono and conceal the problem that was straining beneath the cloth. Normally showing so much more control then this! Going as far as to cross his legs and try to think of something a little less arousing... not much luck in that. And even trying to focus on his food was becoming a failed attempt. Having a feeling his master wasn't done just yet. Letting the hybrid squirm a bit before finally disclosing his last bit of info... and backing it with a display that had poor Recluse squirming.

It wasn't just his tongue, it was every bit of Ozias and his talent that managed to drive the spider into an uncontrollable lusting state of mind. Cheeks were already alit with a heavy flush that was stark against his dark skin. Breathing heavy but stable.. up until he slumped toward some, sounding and looking ashamed. Muttering under his breath bitterly. Not even daring to look the reptilian slime in the eyes. Knowing he probably just ruined the kimono. Not making another comment till his master spoke up.. eating in a timid fashion and only preying Ozias didn't ask him what just happened.

It’s a good thing that Ozias was now too concentrated on eating his meal; Recluse’s little... accident went unnoticed by the sight of his master that was down on his plate. He didn’t even notice the sound much... a small flicker of his right ear being the only response to it all, dismissing it as him simply clearing his throat or something. After having engulfed yet another part of his meal; the goo lizard beamed up at Alaric, noticing just how much he was blushing right now, looking down at his plate, looking rather disturbed if not embarrassed. Hm... perhaps what he said had some effect on him? That was probably it... and the way he kept shifting position... oh he knew if he were to look under the table there would be a little surprise... but that would be rather rude. Good thing there was a lengthy tablecloth...

-Mhm... yes, this will definitely be fun, that I can assure you... last time I was only experimenting after all... Now that I really know how this works, things will be far more interesting.

He told him as he went back to eating, his plate was almost empty by now, there was some chicken left and some vegetable sushies, which he simply slurped into his mouth with one quick move of his tongue that no one really had time to saw... he made sure of that. Moving to his soup, he simply covered it with the hole of his sleeve as one of his finger dunk in it, acting as a straw and sucking everything up to the last drop. Once re revealed the bowl, it was now squeaky clean... he then even passed his oozing hand on his plate, literally leaving nothing... as if it had came out of a dishwasher. And finally, there was his desert... a small cup with some ice cream in it... he simply rested his muddy hand on it for a few seconds before pulling it back, the sorbet completely gone. Sighing, feeling his hunger slightly subside, Ozias laid his back on his chair, waiting for his slave to finish his meal, obviously not in a hurry or anything, looking around, slightly distracted.

-I do believe telling you such must’ve gave you the urge to come back home, didn’t it?

He said with a chuckle as he then continued...

-But before we do so, your master needs to run some errands to a certain fishing store I’ve seen on my way here... it won’t take long.

Recluse was trying to act as civil as he possibly could. Remaining silent which wasn't uncharacteristic of him but his mind was racing beneath his naturally placid exterior. Cheeks were still flushed and heart still racing. That little error between his legs would never let him down nor was the straining... problem. Trying hard to focus his mind on his plate, the food was starting to get cold but all the spider think about was how his master knew how to use his cool, dripping and slick slime to utterly throw off the spider. This was insane, the craving and want that was influencing his thoughts and sparking desires he would have otherwise overlooked or even thought revolting.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, wishing Ozias wouldn't continue to tease him... How the tables had turned, not just a week ago Alaric could remember being a nomadic hermit and a being the one every female wanted and every male felt either oddly attracted to or envious of. Now he was a servant to a cloaked reptilian ooze with a hunger that rivaled his own. Hating how he felt unable to be in control... but at the same time it was an immense relief to have another care and love him. Love. If it wasn't for that bit of heart fluttering and stomach churning feeling he probably wouldn't have dealt with this. Fear, admiration turned to understanding and comfort. Funny how these things happened.

It was with effort that the spider managed to take a few bites and stomach half of the soup. Nodding when his master mentioned the last store on their agenda. Knowing the wait would be worth it.. relying on his natural patience to keep him from begging again and being too pushy. Pushing the rest of his food away he finished what he did manage down with some sake. Perhaps some liquor in his system would stunt the ache he was feeling and dull his still racing mind. Now waiting for the check to come... and wondering if his lover could afford it... which brought up the passing thought of how Ozias made a living? Even the hybrid sold his silk to get by. "Are we.. ready to go?"

As Alaric was eating, the ooze couldn’t help but feel hungry again... What he just ordered could barely classify itself as an appetizer for him. Taking the dessert menu that was on the side of the table, next to the small oil lamp, Ozias took it as he began shifting trough the pages, each images more mouth watering than the next one. Putting it aside, his eyes began to wander around... looking at the people that were filling the restaurant... his mouth was staring to ooze slime; that meal he just ate had the opposite effect, instead of calming his hunger, it only teased him... maybe he could snatch someone on his way out of the village?

When Recluse pushed his plate aside, the goo lizard didn’t hesitate to snatch it and engulf what was left of it with only one scoop of his hand as he sunk the food in it, making quick work of it. When the lady eventually arrived to their table, she gave them a small plate with some mint candies on it and, of course, the bill. Picking it up, Ozias took a quick look at the total which, surprisingly enough, was cheaper than expected for the quality of the food. Pulling out a small wallet from inside his robe, he pulled out a ten dollar bill followed by a twenty and a three dollars and twenty-five cents tip.

-I’ll definitely be back here...

Money wasn’t a problem for the sludge creature, obviously. In his form, stealing was rather easy, he could slip in and out from nearly anywhere, unnoticed and get put with quite the sum... then sell them back on the black market; one of his favorite places... they bought and sell anything and never asked any questions.

Giving the other candy to Recluse, Ozias then took the bottle of sake as he stood up and finished what was left of it as he brought it to his maw, gulping the rest of it down in only a few chugs as he then put it back on the table. That much alcohol would only be enough to give him a slight buzz... his metabolism usually made quick work of such liquids. The couple then took their leave, strangers eyeing them as they went out...

Once arrived at the store, the liquid being simply stepped in as the door was already opened for them; held by a broom. The old man behind the counter was on his chair, foot on the surface as he was reading a book. He only glared at the odd couple for a second as he gave them a quick welcoming nod before going back to his lecture... quite the silent gentlemen Ozias thought... which wasn’t a problem in his case, quite the opposite actually; he never enjoyed speaking to strangers.

-It shouldn't take too long; I only need some lures...

He said as he stepped toward the right section... bright colors and shininess was what he was looking for; they attracted fishes. Browsing around, the goo lizard eventually fell on what he needed... He wanted at least three of them and those seemed like they would fit the bill; one was all chromed and very reflective, the other was bright fluorescent green and orange and the last one was multicolored... it even had big, googly eyes, a red nose and a big white puff at the end of it attached to the hook. Obviously whoever made this one was in a humorous mood. Taking it, he showed it to his slave, chuckling.

-Hehe, look at this one... bet it tastes funny.

"Hmm." Recluse wouldn't judge his lover by his eating habits, by far, it was rather nice to be in the company of a savage eater. Not even batting an eye when the rest of his dinner was swept up by the ooze. So much for leftovers! And the still hungry look on his face didn't go unnoticed by the hybrid. Or how he was sizing up the people.. wondering if he should be jealous or not... Thanking the waitress with a wide smile and characteristics that nearly gave away his gender. Force of habit really. Taking his mint and savoring its brisk taste. One of the few things he enjoyed outside of his meat heavy diet. When it finally came time to leave he was careful and adjusted the lower portion of his kimono appropriately. Being lead out without casting a glance at any of the other patrons in the restaurant.

Once at the shop Recluse stood close to his Master. His interest in fishing was average at best. As much as the scaly, salty creatures were a big part of everyday meals the process of catching them one at a time seemed tedious. Picking a net over a single string and lure. But seeing how it was a part of his partners routine the spider saw it only fair to show a little more enthusiasm. As for the purpose of lures.. he never understood them! Perhaps in a bit more privacy.. and in a way to preserve his own ego, he would ask the slime a bit more about his technique. As for the string the spiders silk woven tight enough could be comparable to steel! Easy to provide should his master ask.

Laughing softly at the reptilians little joke. His lovers humor was a bit... silly. "Looks a little ridiculous." Poking the lure, wearing a smile comparable to the slimes. More amused by Ozias' attitude. Wondering if Ozias ever thought about making his own.. or if it was impossible due to his bodies consistency. Some of the lures did look easy enough while others look like it had taken more then a few hours. And yet one or two looked far too bizarre to tell if it had been done with care or in a rush. And aside from glancing here and there the spider was still just as eager to leave and head home! Not only for what his Master had in store but also to start using his new tools. Excited by the prospect of making an outfit worthwhile for his lover.. and perhaps watch him fish all the while. Waiting patiently for his Master to finished, shifting slightly from foot to foot. By now his feet's were killing him, sore from walking around in fashionable but uncomfortable footwear. If the prospect of having some fun with Ozias wasn't good enough, just getting these things off would be worth it.

Smirking as he turned around, Ozias walked up to the old man who was behind the counter, now falling asleep as he was reading his book. As the goo lizard putt the lures on the surface, the fisherman snapped back to reality as he snored and looked around nervously, blinking a few times as he then got up, rubbing his eyes. Looking down at what the mysterious cloaked man wanted to buy, the shop owner couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle. Someone had finally decided to buy of his silly lures! He didn’t know if they had any real fishing potential but perhaps this man right here saw something he didn’t in his creation? Putting them into a bag, he then looked up at cloaked figure, asking him...

-Is it only for the comedic aspect of the whole thing you bought this or you really think you’ll catch something? I’ve made those years ago and no one ever bought them, it’s a shame really.

Ozias’ ears perked up from the sudden comment, not expecting the silent man to go beyond a simple “Everything’s found?” and “Thank you!” or “Have a nice day.” Hopefully they wouldn’t be at it for too long... but something on this old chump’s face told him he didn’t expect him to pull out an award-winning speech either.

-Both actually... fish are curious in nature; no matter how realistic-looking a lure is fabricated they always go after anything shiny or colorful instead... and usually try to bite or swallow it... they’re dumb like that.

The old man simply let out a chuckle as Ozias gave him the money, giving him the small paper bag in exchange.

-Ah yes, dumb as dumb can be! If they were any smarter, sushi shops would run short on stock... Have a good day now!

He simply added as the couple walked out of the store. Well that went a lot better than the tailor shop...

-Alright, now let us leave this village... I do believe we have much more exciting things planned, didn't we?

He added, smiling at him.

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Arrived in front of their house, the ooze pulled out a small set of keys as he unlocked his door and stepped in, making sure there was no one around... nothing was out of place and the dust he had left on the ground near the door and windows un-touched. Satisfied as he lout out a sight, he then removed his robe as he tossed it on his bed as he waited for his spider to step in... Turning around, he looked at him with a devious smile, his tongue sticking out, eyes narrowing as he spoke...

-We’ll play a little game... of hunting.

He added as he then went on his balcony. He then turned around as he looked once more at his slave before he began to slowly melt down in front of him.

-My own version of hide and seek if you may. I shall head to the forest then you’ll try to find me!... And don’t worry if you take too much time to find your master... if it happens, I’ll get to you... just try to make my hunting interesting, slave... preys on the run are much more entertaining!

He finished as his head eventually melted down into the puddle as the liquid quickly slid out of sight in a flash, disappearing in the gloomy forest.

This trip had been a relatively pleasant one! The spider had no doubts they would be sharing moments like this in the future. Shopping trips... though he hoped they wouldn't have to steal or knock out little old ladies or anything of that sort. Though more quickies like the one they shared in the alley would be even better. It was a thrill to think of getting caught... or even a possible threesome. Ugh, thinking things he would never have before.. and not feeling guilty about them for a moment. And the entire trip home was a quiet one between himself and his master. Somewhere along the way he gave up on wearing his getas and went barefoot. Feeling great to have the cool earth under his feet, his senses always more acute when in his element. Forrest and woods.
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It was good to be home! Yes, very much so. Thought it had only been a day or two this place, a lonely shack up in the darkest parts of the woods, was home. Quaint and warm with someone who would always be there. And a releif would come once he got these clothes off. Hoping Ozias might.. "Hunting?" The spider looked up at the ooze, that smile and lulling tongue sent shivers down his spine. Flush instant in his cheeks. And here he thought his Master was going to jump his bones the moment they entered the house. Thought, Recluse had to admit, a game of cat and mouse did sound more interesting. And he got to play the predator! ...up until he failed at finding his elusive master. Watching the slime begins slip out to the balcony, issue the challenge and vanish just like that! The hybrid couldn't pass up an opertunity like this, not wasting time in undoing his prized kimono and adding it to Ozias pile. But unlike the ooze Alaric couldn't run around naked, taking a moment to scurry around and find his pants. Running around with a pardon would both be painful and extremely difficult.

Slipping on the loose silk pants he followed in the direction he felt his Master vanish off into. Heart racing and his excitement for the hunt added to the hunger to be consumed by his beloved ooze. Such an ironic turn of events! A hunter seeking out the prey that would in turn ravage him! The down side to being a spider was the natural instinct to wait and watch and hope prey would be ensnared in a cleverly devised and hidden trap. Or to simply have it happen upon the ambush predator. But one big advantage were the extra set of eyes above the real ones. The twin pairs of gold lit up, helping Recluse see even in the darkest places. Tracking for signs of the ooze passing through. At time stopping to take a sniff and see if he could pick up on his lovers most unusual scent.

Weaving through the trees, listening to the waterfall in the background. Every snap of twigs of rustle of leaves had him on edge. As time progressed he wondered when the game would switch up and he would become the prey. How would he know!? Keeping his own movements quick, quiet and barely churning the air itself. His dark skin blending in to the shadows while his white hair was almost ghostlike when the breeze swept through and whipped it up. Both his chakra infused eyes and natural amathyist hues glowing faintly. All this stalking had brought out the more primal side of him. Lessening on the sexual urges to those of hunger. Picking up even the scurrying of mice that tried to hide from a powerful and deadly predator. His fangs, which had been hidden prior by white silk, were elongated and gleamed with feint hints of poison. From ground to tree tops, on two legs or on all eight. A slim, seductive beast with flexibility unmatched.

His little spider may not have realized that right now but no matter how good of a hunter, tracker or ninja one could possibly, in this forest, Ozias would have the upper hand no matter what. He knew every single inch of it by heart. He simply couldn’t recall the number of people that tried to hunt him down only to have a complete role reversal and become preys themselves. Oh how much he loved seeing this... their look on their faces... he could literally smell their fear. He often let the game go on for hours only to see them go literally insane... some of them even cried! But of course, he had no intention to stretch this hunting session for so long; this was no typical hunting... and leaving his poor, needy spider wander for too long in the forest would just be plain mean, not to mention he could probably lost himself and begin panic... he didn’t want this. It was a game, after all! Games were meant to be fun, weren’t they?

Having his chakra naturally dampened to an almost inexistent state and his smell pretty much scattered throughout the entire region, getting a solid track of his odor was almost impossible, leading anyone who’d follow their nose to dead ends. Having adopted the form a long snake, the ooze slithered from bushes to bushes and from trees to trees, his liquid nature simply adopting the form of any possible obstacles that could get in his way, making him dead silent... even on dried out leaves his gooey nature granted him complete quietness.

Ozias had been following his spider for more than ten minutes now... looking at him run around, on the prowl, trying to find him. He’ll give him credits, he was a lot better than those ninjas who had ventured in his forest... at some point the goo snake even thought Alaric had spotted him! But the liquid being had been fast enough to slither back and hide himself from sight in the shadow of the night. He simply had this... nack to know when people would suddenly turn around and try to surprise him...

Understanding his prey was nowhere near to find him, the sludge snake decided to finally take action seeing that the hybrid had taken a pause, looking around, seemingly lost or looking for some clues maybe... Slowly sliding down from his perch, the giant snake slithered behind the spider, his tongue flicking in expectation as the other end of his body slowly worked around his slave’s ankles, not yet touching them but now ready to ensnare them whenever it seemed fit. Bringing a coil up right behind the hybrid’s knees, Ozias suddenly came into view as he tightened his grip around his partner’s feet and gave him a small nudge of his nose, the extra coil behind his legs throwing him off balance as he fell backward only to be caught by yet another extension of his long body.

Slithering over him, the goo snake quickly stripped him off of his pants with a tug of his mouth before he kept him pinned down, his gelatinous body adopting the spider’s lithe form, slurring, sliding over him as Ozias began to sunk the spider in, his head then loomed over his as the reptile’s eyes met with the spider’s. Another flick of his tongue, licking at Recluse’s face followed by a devious grin before he spoke softly to him...

-Now relaxsss... Let your masssster do all the work...

No bothering to keep him pinned down, knowing this one wouldn’t get away, Ozias slid toward the spider’s feet as his tongue flicked at them before taking a long slurp under them and licking his own lips after. Then, the snake’s maw slowly began to part open, getting wider and wider every second as more of its slimy, dripping dept let itself seen. As it slowly slid forth, the snakes oozing abyss scooped the spider’s feet, taking them in as the upper then jaw slowly fell on them, the cool goop shifting all around them, bulging, shifting as he oh so slowly worked his way up to his knees...

It seemed like he was getting nowhere fast. The entire forest was coated in his lovers scent and in no way could he pick up on a trail or sense his chakra. But he was certain his Masters eyes were always on him. Just that thought sent pleasuring shivers down his spine. This was torment, to be so close to his goal but unable to have it. Minutes felt like grueling hours, his body still aching and the cool night air wasn't helping to quell the heat in his flushed, darkened skin. Taking a moment to collect himself, needing to focus... though he was on the verge of simply begging to be found. All his natural patience couldn't handle the level of desire he was facing. Body tingling the moment it felt a disturbance in the airflow, a kind of cutoff before contact had been made to his legs.

Recluses fall wouldn't have been a graceful one had it not been for the blanket of ooze that caught him. Looking up to see the on so pleased face of his Master, expression much too smug. This had never been a fair hunt but there was nothing to complain about. Back in the grip of his loving slime it didn't matter. Breathing even, trying to force a somewhat knew it all expression.. yeah, he had this planned all along! "This... is.. different.." Speaking between shudders and gasps. Ozias new form only brought a new level of bizarre ecstasy. Hands kneading the soft, cool ooze that rolled over his body and caressed his sensitive fuzz and warm skin. Soon devoid of all clothing, his throbbing erection exposed, hips jerking. Any sane being would have been in a state of wild panic, flailing and only feeling impending doom, but the spider embrassed his captors advances. Alaric trusted him, arms falling to his sides or laying limp over his head. Watching, having only given a curt nod in understanding. He wasn't going anywhere.

Submissive, knowing who was in charge, his dominate in complete control as he awaited anxiously for his consuming, wet, slime ridden fate. Illuminous yes halflidded, cheeks tinted red and his ivory white hair fanned out beneath him. The perfect victim, willing to be subjected to the pleasures only his Master could give him... but not without some preliminary fears. Watching as Ozias pulled back and slowly began engulfing him feet first. This was beyond wrong, against his natural instinct and food chain. All doubts ebbing away as the contact drug was starting to circulate in his system. As his feet and lower legs vanished into that dripping, slick goo he couldn't help but feel that dissociation between himself and the limbs being absorbed. As those wet, slimy lips slide further up his knees to his thighs he couldn't help but let out a whorish moan. That touch inching toward his hips and the center of his raging, aching need. The moments that would finally mark the cool contact on his length sent the spider over the edge and had him climaxing.

"Aaah.. fuck-" A slip of the tongue, but it still wasn't enough. Begging for Ozias to forgive him, to finish it. "P-please.. Master.. s-sorry! Don't stop, consume me.." Ashamed of how easy he had come but his erection wasn't showing any signs of lessening. Squirming, moaning, feeling the ooze constrict around him so unrelenting like his lust..

Ozias never actually asked himself why he always adopted such a form while hunting for people… it only felt oddly natural doing so. He could’ve adopted various shapes of predators... maybe it had something to do with the fact that it was probably the animal that reflected the most his inner self? He wasn’t ferocious like a crocodile or a tiger... and even if he was gifted with the ability of flight, the form of an eagle, a falcon or any other avian creatures didn’t seem to ring a bell. With this form he was able to install fear in his prey... or in this case lust. They simply knew by the sheer size of the beast and by its sly, hungry-filled expression of his they would be eaten alive... and what other creatures provided the pleasure of swallowing things so big without any chewing and feel it wiggle, scream and slide down in his body anyway?

As he gently worked his way up, Ozias controlled the amount of contact drug present in his body, only enough to give his spider a slight buzz, not wanting him to be too high either; things would be much more enjoyable if Recluse still had all his head, after all. One would also think the gooey snake would start to absorb his prey right away... but that would spoil the fun! No... he’d wait for his spider to slide down into his oozing, dripping, bulging and cool confines before starting the assimilation. He wanted to feel his trapped, powerless and helpless prey squirm and wiggle inside him.

As his maw climbed up on his thighs, the gooey snake couldn’t help but notice the sudden squirts of white liquid shooting up as it landed on his muzzle only for it to dissipate right after... what an amusing sight this was... and his begging only added to this whole thrill... such a silly thought this was, why on earth would he stop there?

Eventually Ozias didn’t even need to work his way up to him, his gooey gullet was now able to do all the work for him as his insides had now enough to work with, his rippling waves of ooze acting as muscles were able to contract and pull Recluse deeper within him. Getting nearer to the hybrid’s length, the snake’s sludgy forked tongue wrapped itself around his manhood, licking away what was left of cum before his maw slid over his hardon, his hard cock slurring against his cool, muddy palate and eventually his gullet as he slid deeper... and deeper. Ozias was now up to his fuzzy torso, taking a small pause to briefly look at his slave’s reactions before he’d keep going...

Recluse was in a whole new state of bliss. Between begging, his orgasm and the intense feeling of having that cool slime ripple and caress him the slide could barely focus on one sensation over another. Fearing that coming so soon would have turned his Master off. But judging by how his lover used his tongue to clean up the mess and further teasing his straining erection it was safe to say there was no hard feelings! But so utterly sensitive.. arching his body, biting his lips to prevent another low, needy, wanton moan. And that tongue was just the beginning, feeling the cool, wet, slimy maw crawl over his hips and swallow up his length. The heat centered there only intensified under the constricting ooze. Like a never ending, rippling wave. Watching in those moments as it all vanished beneath the green, slithering slime.

Lips parted, body completely flushed. The spider lightly thrusting his hips, furthering the grind and adding to the wiggle and writhe. Shifting, sinking, being swallowed whole with little fight to show. Already on the verge of another climax, darkened violet eyes staring into the face of his captor. Watching as the glowing pair of orbs and massive mouth crept closer without any effort. His own face contorted in an expression of want, completely unstrained. As his body was further swept up it was only natural to squirm. Pulse racing, body rocking within the recesses of the sludge serpents gullet. Any and all added pressure to his torso sent him over the edge again, this time his climax deep within his lovers elongated body, quickly absorbed. Head tilted back, eyes shut tight while he basked in his second cumming. Hips spasming, lips parted in short gasps.

Recluse didn't look down against til he felt those cool lips around his chest, the constriction not uncomfortable, more like an unrelenting and loving touch. Already his extra set of limbs had vanished inside that wicked mouth. Fingers flexing, having fruitlessly groped and grabbed at the head of his Master only to be engulfed like the rest. Feeling the end drawing near, his struggles growing slightly more erratic. Doing it more out of the want to be complete, to be that heavy and swollen lump inside his Master then broken down and become a part of him. Just another throbbing, quivering bundle of nerves stroked and fed unceasing pleasure. "Master.. please.. Ozias.." Enjoying the last sips of breath before the world would go dark and he would feel himself becoming one with his caring, loving captor. Whispering under his breath, fangs leaking pointless poisons. "I love... you.."

The small pause he took to glare at Recluse had been more than worth it; if there was one thing he simply loved was to see his prey’s final expression; either it was sheer fear, sadness or pleasure... their faces few seconds before the lights out was simply orgasmic, an added bonus to an already perfect moment. Of course this was the first time he ever engulfed someone who went it so willingly, but he was far from hating this; quite the opposite actually. Scared, panicked, dominated and defeated preys were something indeed... but this was like a breath of fresh air... If only more of his victims could learn to fully enjoy their last moments instead of screaming pointlessly for help lost in the middle of a deserted forest, it would turn out to be a win-win situation! He can’t recall the number of times he actually tried to calm them down only to get spit in the face or being insulted by these arrogant fools. His drugs always did all the work at that point. Such a shame.

Feeling the hybrid squirm, thrusting his hips and grinding his manhood inside him, Ozias once again felt that hot liquid being released into him... This had been two times in a row! The gooey snake seemed to have more effect on his slave than he had ever anticipated ... not that was complaining, obviously... the feeling was mutual! The only thing he wanted right now was to make his little spider’s head spin, and by the look of it, he literally aced it there.

Hearing Recluse mutter his last few words, the goo lizard responded the only way he could right now, being unable to use his vocal chords he let out a long, soft and reassuring hiss as his long forked tongue slid along his prey’s neck, working its way up, wrapping itself around his head slowly, passing over his lips until it eventually tightened itself around him and began pulling him down his throat. His lover’s head was now inside his dripping maw, strands of ooze slurring on the spider’s visage before it too got swallowed whole, his snake mouth closing itself as his “doomed” prey was cut out of light.

Making sure Recluse wouldn’t suffocate; Ozias built a pocket of air with just enough oxygen for him to breath until complete absorption. Raising himself up a bit, the gooey predator used gravity to better swallow his meal as it began sliding down faster in him. Once deep enough and now feeling more comfortable, the giant gelatinous snake came back down as he began sliding back home, his elongated body curving in S patterns as he went forth, his slave slowly sinking deeper within his rippling, cool, muddy abyss as the hybrid’s body wouldn’t have the choice but to adopt to his master’s movements, swaying, flexing and curving smoothly as Ozias went on.

At first he could still feel Recluse offering some resistance to those movements as he still had muscles and bones... but as his ooze began seeping through his skin, flowing through his veins, re-structuring his DNA and eventually jellifying his body, the gooey snake found himself able to move around with much more ease as the once well-defined humanoid shape began to melt down into a smooth bulge. The flowing of the sludgy reptile were eventually enough to squelch and vanquish the now gelatinized spider as every single molecule of his body had now being absorbed into his own self. Alaric was now fully consumed, one with his master once again.

Minutes later, Ozias eventually arrived to his home, taking a look around instinctually; he then began to re-form himself into his normal self as the snake perked up and bean forming arms and legs. His elongated body shrunk and took shape until he was completely re-structured. Letting out a deep sight of satisfaction, the gooey being walked up to the same rock by the river he went on last time and sat down on it, leaning onto his arms as they gushed under his weight and looked up at the moon, smiling.

-I trust you enjoyed this as much as I did... ?

He said aloud, taking a small pause before going on...

-It’s hard to believe that only two days ago you were quite the rebellious little spider, weren’t you?

He finished, chuckling.

The final moments were the most terrifying and thrilling. Once the serpentine ooze had slipped past his shoulders and up to his neck there was just no turning back. Tilting his head back, shuddering from the soft lick and low hiss. Guessing it was going to be as good as a response the slime was going to give. Closing his eyes, accepting what was coming. The world becoming one great big slurring mess of ooze. Vanishing while leaving behind a soft chorus of moans. Now every inch of his body encased within his lover, all around him the slippery walls flexing and contracting as it forced the hybrid deeper still. Feeling as if it would never end. Becoming nothing more then a bulge in Ozias body.

Writhing within the recesses of his Master sleek frame. Feeling them begin to move, a steady rocking motion that further lulled the spider into that dreamy state. Not fighting the change between solid to liquid. His body loosing its consistency as it melted into the slime that had constricted him. The sensations were just inexplainable. No words could compare to the merging of slave and master, becoming one in the same. By the time the gelatinous reptile reached home there was little more of Recluse, his entirety was dissolved, no longer a complete body but a presence that shared Ozias' body. His mind just a soft chirp in the back of the slime beings mind. And Alaric couldn't be more content.

When Ozias finally addressed the spider he took a moment to respond, basking in the feeling that was literally everything yet nothing. Master had control over it, pain and pleasure was his to give. Begging, the quivering mass that was conscious in the goo seeking to have what it had once before. His answer a simple one. "Yes... yess.. Master is right, always right.." Truthful in his words, sharing his feelings... how much at home he felt within his captor, feeling like he was apart of something bigger then himself. Protected in the rippling, shifting slime. "I will never leave."

Looking at the waterfall, Ozias remembered the first time they had met… how Recluse didn’t hesitate a second before sinking his fingers right into him, how the spider seemed completely enthralled by it... and how he himself found this whole situation rather surprising. He knew Alaric was far out ordinary; an outcast just like him, but just because two were in the same boat didn’t meant they would’ve necessarily “connect” to each other so fast, especially considering one was a lizard humanoid made out of goop... spider hybrid or not, it usually leaves people quite surprised, if not disturbed. Oh and when he woke up... that first day with his slave had be such pleasure...seeing his little spider literally fight against his own feelings was perhaps one of the most funny and exiting things he had done in a while... seeing him slowly bend to his will without much effort had been simply priceless! Hearing his spider echo within his mind, Ozias let out a chuckle.

-Of course you’ll never leave me... what a silly thought this is. Alright... now let us begin; I do believe I’ve kept you waiting long enough. We shall stop only when you say so... hopefully this will satisfy your carving...

He said lewdly as he licked his lips. Closing his eyes, the goo creature relaxed and concentrated, getting grasp of the hybrid’s lingering nervous system that was afloat everywhere within him. Once everything in control, Ozias lit up the spider’s senses, making him ready to receive any sensations he’d want to throw at him, from this very moment Recluse should even be able to feel the rock under them, every cracks and details, even the wind and every ripples and drops of ooze that constituted the gooey lizard’s body. Then came in his chakra, invading Alaric’s uncovered nervous system, clinging to it, ready to deliver whatever Ozias had in store for his molten slave...

-Have fun...

The chakra began tingling on the spider, starting slowly around the crotch area, comfort one would normally feel during preliminaries, soft jolts of pleasure that gained in intensity as it also began to spread, taking part of what would’ve been his tights and abdominals as the sensation was already to par with what one would feel just before one’s impending release... Chuckling, the liquid being narrowed his eyes as he then raised the intensity quite suddenly as the sensation had now reached a whole new level, the one of a constant, never ending orgasm that eventually evolved into something even greater on the whole of his slave’s liquefied mass... such pleasure was what the spider had felt last time just before his mind had blissfully disconnected itself from reality, already he could feel him on the edge, begging for liberation and the impending, inviting oblivion. Smiling, Ozias closed his eyes as he built up extra amount of chakra and began to release it, piercing every molecules of the hybrid’s nervous system as he then started to manipulate his waves of pleasure, sending them up and down from left to right in different patterns; such an amount of sensations had never been experienced before... the sludge lizard’s little “lost of self control” last time was simply nothing compared to what was going on right now. Not only the dosage had reached quite an alarming stage but Ozias had found a way to actually control those very waves he was assaulting Alaric with, going from slow undulations of ups and downs to rapid, if not vibrating fluctuations.

And the ooze would simply be at it until his slave would pronounce the safe word... He could literally go at it for hours, such activity took him little to no chakra, after all. The only thing he needed was to manipulate it inside him... and to be quite frank; massaging his own self and hearing his spider scream in ecstasy was an activity he’d never grow tired of... He even began to wonder for how long things could go on like this... what would be left of his spider after this? He wondered.

There was no other experience that could top this. To feel everything his Master could, to have his senses completely controlled by another. When feeling would finally flood to his senses he revealed in it. Every fine detail, soft breeze, drip and slick shift of his lovers body. Both his and not. But there was something more he wished to feel. Awaiting those blissfilled moments where his body would be bombarded with that intense pleasure. If he could he would have been shuddering with anticipation. When the words "have fun" echoed in his head there was no bracing for what was to come. Dwelling in the all consuming abyss of his lover, passing from level to level of pleasure. The mass of nerves and sensation that was the spider twitched and throbbed. It wasn't until the pleasure had reached an explosive new level.

Had his body been whole he would have thrown his head back and cried out in both shock and violent thrill. Quivering, his entirety experiencing a whole new level of mind frying bliss. A chorus of moans following with each switch up, screams erupting. Wanting to reach out and grip something while at the same time needing to vanish deeper. Writhing and shuddering in that euphoria that was the gooey, slippery and controlling ooze. Shocks and trembles. His mind beginning to loose its focus, what hold it had was beginning to fade and faulted and trying to split himself from his masters own ooze was beginning to slip. Craving, needing, thriving on the rippling, crackling waves.

"O-ozias..~ Mmaster... a-aahn.." Moments or hours, time was passing in what was eternity. Waves of orgasm, mind searing ecstasy. None stop tremors to be drowned in. Climaxing over and over again, there wasn't a time where he even considered saying stop. Even when Recluse was feeling detached and falling away from his sanity he wouldn't say stop. This was beyond primal, physical, to the point where every fiber of the spider was sated over and over again while his moans reached fevered pitches while he grew distant... literally becoming nothing from the over dose of chakra and lust.

Ozias, never hearing the magic word simply smiled as he sighed, leaning back some more, listening to the music. Yes, music, that’s what it was to the gooey lizard’s ears... those mad, lustful cries of his spider brought peace to his soul, it was almost relaxing to a degree; like someone listening to soothing music on a radio, a true melody. Playing with his waves of pleasure, the gooey lizard took quite the amusement to make his spider write in so many ways, screaming, moaning in pure ecstasy and literally frying his mind in pure bliss... To stop right now would be so evil on his part; Recluse seemed to be having quite the time of his life!

Its only two hours later that the sludge reptilian finally began to notice something was going on... his slave’s cries seemed to be getting more and more distant and faint as his nervous system was getting more scrambled under the endless bombardments. Smiling, he then began feeling a certain bulge in his crotch section, his tongue lolled out of his mouth as his gooey hand grabbed his little problem that required some attention, stroking it gently as he kept on the pressure on Alaric... This session of theirs was about to finally take an end. His slave had begged for this... and he never showed any signs of stopping, never said a word outside master and his own name. He would get what he wanted... a bottomless, oblivion of pure ecstasy, cut off from any thoughts... a place where thinking or self-awareness didn’t had its place, a total black out into the realm of pleasure. What could possibly be any greater than this?

Rubbing his huge, throbbing, leaking cock for a few minutes, Ozias felt his own climax approach... and when he finally did released, all of his chakra, once again went haywire, fluctuating in irregular patterns with excessive intensity as his length poured strands after strands of ooze in front of him, shooting in the river and onto the rock under him, closing his eyes and moaning deeply as it reached its peak. Then, as he basked in his afterglow... silence. Alaric had finally reached the other side; no matter how much pleasure filled chakra he pumped into his system, nothing answered back, the spider’s nervous system had literally been broken down to a mixing dust state, formless, thoughtless.

Like oil in water, all the particles would eventually come back together... but as for now, Ozias simply took a deep breath, smiling as he looked up at the moon.

-I supposed that means stop?

Near the point of no return. The spider was nearly driven made by the ceaseless caress and undying orgasm. Never ending shockwaves of pleasure had become his downfall. And the aftermath would be something else.. Recluse steadily began loosing himself, every strand of his dna lost focus and merged deeper into his master. And within his paradise he could feel his lover bask in it all. The steady strokes and echoing, deep and glorious moans of his Master, his prison. The last bit of consciousness managed to share the satisfaction of mutual orgasm before it too flickered out. A scattered mess within the dripping, sludge beast.

And the hybrid couldn't have been happier. Lost in dark recesses, askweded by the blinding sensations he had craved and would have fought for. Only seeing his master reach his own peak during it all would have made a mind blow, frying experience, more memorable... not that the spider would recall much aside from living out the greatest moment of his life! As the flow of chakra and pleasing had stopped only did the parts and pieces of the slave begin to find itself. Slowly and steadily pulling together in the center of the goos mass. A quivering and quiet form sat inside of him. Resting, silent, at peace. Accepting the slime filled world around him, content to be a semi conscious entity within the one being he truly loved.