Poisonous Hearts
#1 of POISON
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POISON
Part 1: "Poisonous Hearts"
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'The House of Venom'...
It was a clean place in a safe part of town. In truth, there wasn't really anything here to worry about.
Steve had told himself all of these things and more, yet he still shifted nervously on the black leather couch. He continued to cross and uncross his legs as he waited. The Fox was rather timid by nature, so the fact that he was even here was already somewhat stressful.
He vaguely wondered why he was doing this... Of course, he knew the reason why he was here- whether he was willing to openly admitted it or not.
He reached up and yanked his dark tie loose from around the collar of his dress-shirt. He then undid the top two buttons- showing a bit of the light sand-colored fur on his chest. He brushed back some of his messy reddish-brown hair and glanced around at the room.
The walls around him were painted black and the blinds on the windows were all shut. The room was kind of dark; the only light came from lamps in the corners. The timid white-collar worker took out his cell phone and flipped it open and shut a few times and then slipped it back into his pocket.
"Steve..."
He glanced up suddenly when he heard the familiar voice. The figure in the doorway looked at him with a friendly expression. The female snake licked her lips with a long, serpentine tongue and motioned for him to get up.
Gira. He knew her... he knew a lot of the creatures in this place.
"Kria is ready to see you now." She told him as they walked down a dark hall. "Between you and me, she was rather upset when you missed your last visit." The snake told him a sultry hiss of a voice. Her long black hair hung down her back.
The serpent was wearing a tight black latex strapless number that came down mid thigh along with black stiletto boots and a choker around her neck. Steve- who had his fluffy red tale pushed down- wondered if she bothered with anything under the micro dress, perhaps what he'd seen so far were the only thing she wore?
The fox quickly cleared his thoughts as he removed his tie and tucked it into one of his pockets as he followed her. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that..." He began nervously. "I had to leave suddenly on business that weekend." He replied, briefly recalling the sense of resignation he had felt at the time when he'd had to cancel the session.
Gira shook her head and smiled to herself. "Don't tell me that you're sorry," she paused. "...Tell Kria." She replied with a toothy grin. "I think the lady's gotten pretty attached to you." She added, resting her hand against a nearby wall. Gira stopped and smiled at him wickedly. "...Or maybe it would be better to show her just how much you miss her?" The last word was highlighted by the sight of the woman's fangs in her mouth.
Steve felt his cheeks get warm as he blushed. He crossed his arms nervously and looked off to the side. "Um... I'll try and keep that in mind."
She grinned at that, enjoying his timid demeanor. She motioned for him to move along and he continued following her. The red fox looked down at the floor and noted how it was covered in dark red carpeting as they walked though the shadowy hallway.
Steve wasn't like most guys...
He'd always had trouble getting along with others. It wasn't because he was rude or antisocial, but rather because he was so painfully shy. Still, in spite of this social awkwardness, he very much didn't want to be alone. He had been frightened by the prospect of living his life alone and that had led him to do some things that he wasn't exactly proud of.
After a few unsuccessful tries, he eventually came upon "The House of Venom"- the place where he now found himself. There, inside the walls of the house, he could properly indulge himself. It was here where he could play out the desires that he always kept hidden from the rest of the world.
You see, at some point he had discovered something... Steve eventually realized that he had a rather strange fetish... And it seemed that this was the only way to get him going sexually...The truth was that he was attracted to those who could kill him!
He didn't exactly have a death wish, it was more like that he got off on the idea that the person he was with could kill him at any time- that he was totally at the mercy of someone who could inflict either pain or pleasure as they saw fit. This longing had taken him to this place where both the ecstasy of pleasure and the threat of a "poisonous" embrace tread closely together.
He never thought of it as a whore house- it was far too clean and safe. Plus, the females here had no diseases- so only "clean" customers were allowed in. Perhaps "Bordello" was a better name for this place. Still, even that seemed to cheapen it somehow... and he didn't like that.
In many ways, he respected the various creatures that lived here. They didn't judge him or disregard him as so many others did...
The dark halls were illuminated by wall-mounted lamps that were designed to look like old Victorian-Gothic gas lamps. The two of them passed them along the way, bathed in the strange yellow glow as they navigated the corridor.
However, the reality was that people came here for sex. And while it was unfair to say that this was the bottom line, it was why he had started to come here.
He needed something unique, and this was something that only SHE could give to him. "Kria..." He muttered softly to himself, groaning at the sound of her name as memories of their last encounter came surfacing back to him.
The serpent stopped and turned to face him. "Here you go..." Came the simple phrase and he looked at Gira- her smiling face and slender form (practically encased in that damning latex dress that effectively left very little to the imagination) before him. She motioned towards the door and stepped aside as he moved forward.
The fox looked at the door in question and gulped slightly. It was sturdy looking and he could see "Kria's Web" written on a small plaque on the door. He knew very well what was on the other side of it- it was the thing that he had come for...
He looked at Gira and smiled. She nodded in understanding and departed back the way they had come. The fox turned back to the door and steeled himself as he reached out and gripped the knob with a black-furred hand. It turned easily and he stepped into a darkened room...
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He was quick to close the door behind him. He knew Kria's preferences- how she liked to keep her lair nice and dark. The fox reached down and took off his loafers, leaving them at the door before venturing inside. He almost jumped when a pair of hands rested on his shoulders. He turned around as the lights came on slightly.
"Steve, it's been too long." The eerie voice spoke to him from the darkness. He tried to say something in response, but he was silenced by a slender finger suddenly brushed over his mouth with a gentle shushing sound at his ear.
The dull light a lone lamp (situated on a nightstand) reflected off of a pair of strange dark red eyes. The smile came next- revealing sharp teeth in the process. "My little fox... How I've missed you so." She spoke in a husky voice, moving the hands up to his cheeks and holding his head still.
"Kria..." He managed to say as another pair of hands began to roam across his chest- feeling him through the fabric of his shirt- while a third pair rested on his waist. "I- I've missed you..." He replied with some effort.
She was tall and slender, and her legs were long with feet that were capped off with two clawed digits. Her arms were the same. Her body was smooth and sleek to the touch. Her jointed body was mostly covered in a semi-hardened shell. The exceptions were her head and front torso, along with her inner thighs and pelvis- which were both smooth and soft.
He placed his hands on her slender waist. He glanced down, taking in the sight of her flat stomach and her modest breasts. He quickly looked up at her face. Her shaggy hair came down the back of her neck and along the sides of her face, as well as hanging down in the front in long bangs. It was a vibrant red color, with darker red and pink highlights.
The fox shivered slightly at her touch. "...I'm sorry that I missed our appointment last week... I had business that I had to take care of." He explained. He found it very difficult to form coherent sentences when she began to lick at his neck and run her teeth along the exposed fur. The though of her sharp teeth so near his pulse made his heart race
She sighed, listing to his words- sounding like a plea for forgiveness more then an explanation. "Don't worry." She began. "We'll make up for it." She told him as one of her pairs of hands began unbuttoning his shirt. Steve trembled, feeling himself grow hard as smooth hands effortlessly removed his shirt and began running along the lines of his furry body. Kria smiled as she traced her hands across him, regarding his slim build.
The room was still dark, but there was enough light that they could find their way to the bed. Steve fell into a sitting position on the black silk sheets and looked up at the spider-web canopy hanging over the two of them.
The entire atmosphere seemed tinged with a strange sort of dangerous edge to it. The darkness and the image the webs helped to highlight the potential danger of the situation as she glared at him.
The spider leaned and licked at his neck and brushed her teeth along his collar bone as she kissed at the red fur. He groaned and ground against her as she nibbled at his furred body.
Her uppermost pair of arms pinned his hands above his head while the others roamed along his body and eventually found the top button of his slacks. She paused for a moment before biting down softly on the nape of his neck.
The fox moaned at the feeling of the non-venomous bight, knowing that the poison coursing through her body could easily kill him. If she wanted to, she could have just sank her sharp teeth into his neck and he would have been dead... He felt himself grow painfully hard as she expertly undid his pants and pulled the zipper down. "...Kria." He groaned through his teeth.
She moved down and began to lick and nip at his chest with great skill. She traced her fingers along his body and released his arms, knowing that he was ready to happily fall into the role of the helpless victim for her. The spider was a mean woman, but she knew that he got off on her controlling him. She smiled to herself as she continued moving down very slowly across the valley of white fur that was his upper body.
She slowly slid his pants off and tossed them aside, now the only obstacle for her were the simple white boxers he had on. She took in the sight his hard length through the fabric as it pressed against it and tented it. She took it in one hand and squeezed it slightly before stroking him through the garment.
He moaned her name and bucked his hips up at the friction of the material grinding against his stiff member. His erection was straining the fabric of the boxers in the front. However, she wasn't satisfied with simply thinking about it, so she slid her hands inside the boxers and captured the smooth flesh of his dick in her skilled hand.
She felt it, taking in every aspect of it. It was warm and slick in her hands, she could feel every detail of it- the texture and the veins that ran along it. There was also the way that it seemed to pulse in her hands- trembling at her touch. The spider began stroking the hard pink flesh in her hand, enjoying the look of Steve's face. It was a mix of lust and confusion and some fear as well. She smiled and continued running her hand up and down his rigid cock
Steve whimpered miserably when he felt her stop jerking him off. He looked down just as she positioned his member and began gingerly sucking the tip and running her tongue around the head. She paused and hovered around the base of his shaft. He bucked his hips when she leisurely ran her tongue up the length of his member with ease. She snaked her dark tongue out and flicked around the head of his cock before slipping it into her mouth once again and slowly bobbing her head up in down.
She loved this- how his heart raced and his blood pulsed only for her... How her touch and caress made him erect to the point of pain, and the way that she alone would give him relief. One of her lower most hands moved down between her legs and located her dripping sex. She inserted a finger and began thrusting her aching slit, periodically stopping to rub and tease her aching clit.
The fox began whimpering and cursing, becoming frantic as the spider expertly nursed the hard organ in her mouth. One of the middle hands gripped his member to steady it while lapped at the tapered head of his dick while the other hand began rubbing and caressing his furred balls.
Kria began rapidly going down on him as she slipped a finger into his ass and worked that entrance as well. Both of her lower hands were working madly at her aching mound in the hopes of coaxing out an orgasm for herself as well as him...
...And then it happened.
She knew it. She paused as he came, shooting streams of his seed into her waiting mouth. Her lips clamped down around his cock (making sure that none of it was wasted), as she ground against her own skilled fingers.
She pulled her head back as she came suddenly- soaking her hand with her own juices. She hadn't meant to come at that exact moment. This was obvious when she pulled back to cry out and a long stream of his seed splattered against her face, marking her in the process.
The fox gasped for air and looked up at her in a state of bewilderment. He saw his own semen on her face and locked gazes with her at that moment. His inquisitive blue orbs met her eerie dark eyes. He expected her to be angry with him over this...
But the spider merely laughed and reached a slender hand up to her face and calmly collected the seed and slipped the digits into her mouth to lick it up. She then crawled over to him pressed her mouth to his, forcing him into a rough kiss and making him taste the lingering flavor of himself on her lips.
It was almost hypnotic to watch her as she sat before him devouring his seed like it was honey. Steve found it incredibly sexy, though he honestly found just about anything she did to be very arousing. She pulled back while still holding his gaze, "I think it's time you showed me what your 'stinger' can do." She told him coolly as she let go of him and moved back to position herself over his member.
Her hand reached down to guide the tip of his cock to the entrance of her slit. She maneuvered downward, parting the outer lips of her core as she mounted him. She gave a slight hiss of pleasure as she slid down him slowly, biting her lip as she savored the feeling. Her face flushed from the sensation of him inside her.
Steve bucked into her the moment her felt her tight passage clamp down around him, enveloping his length in her slick warm inner folds. Everything about this felt right, it seemed perfectly natural that he was buried deep into her. He reached his hands up boldly- well for him, at any rate- and cupped her soft breasts in his hands and began massaging them.
The spider moaned at the sudden contact of the fox's hands on her breasts. The action was welcomed and she continued riding his rigid length with enthusiasm. Steve glanced down as his crotch, watching it slide in and out of her opening, keenly aware of how wonderful it felt and the way it so effortless plunged into her.
Kria slowly began to curse (in a rather un-ladylike manner) as she pumped her body up and down on his member. She knew she was close to her, and he probably was too. A pleading look had come over him and he was trying to hide it, but his desperation and desire to climax was obvious to the spider.
The venom-filled female understood all too well. She really wanted another orgasm as well. In truth, she found it surprisingly hard to come in her line of work and it seemed that she was only really guarantied a climax when she was fucking the fox. Something about how well he fit into the role of being her 'prey' really got her wet!
Then it hit here- the sensation of his release and the feeling of his seed filling her. She hissed as her inner walls tightened around him, soaking his cock as she came. She threw her head back and cried out. She then leaned forward and stared down at the fox.
Still joined, she hunkered down and gripped his face somewhat roughly and pressed her mouth to his, inflicting a very passionate kiss on him. (The kiss was perhaps a necessity, as she might have otherwise bit him in her current state.)
Steve smiled at her and silently mouthed her name. She returned the gesture by cupping his cheek and rubbing it with her right middle hand. The upper arms pointed up, stretching, while the lower ones crossed over her stomach.
The miniscule light in the room cast eerie hallows around them and illuminated them just enough so that they could be distinguishable to one another in the darkness.
Fore a while, the two of them remained like that. But eventually, the fox broke the silence. "...Kria?" He asked nervously. He looked down at him attentively, running the hands on her upper arms down the soft fur of his chest.
"...Come home with me."
**(- To be Continued -)
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Well, what did you all think of this? I'm really trying to do something different with this story. Please let me know what you guys thought about it.
Original Version: Jun 10, 2007
1st Revision: Nov 13, 2009
2nd Revision: Oct 16, 2010