Even Lionel finds himself somewhat surprised by the speed with which the young drider rushes him up the stairs to her room, although he doesn't particularly complain about it. As he steps inside he can see that it's clearly recently rented - a few traveling packs have been dumped into one corner but not even unpacked yet, and the bed is still in a pristine state. It's a large one, too, although that doesn't imply much when the tenant is a drider. Still, experience has taught the man to ask.

"An excellent room. Just yours, or do you share with your party?"

"Oh, it's just mine right now, since I need the extra space. Sometimes I share with Bank - our Vanguard - we've got a sort of on-again, off-again thing going on, you know how it is." Slinz smiles, then hurries to clarify the last point. "Oh, we're off-again at the moment, just so you know."

The incubus chuckles at her concern. "Not always a great worry of mine, but it is good to know. You're part of a Valleyland party?"

The woman shakes her head as she walks around, double-checking that she didn't leave anything embarrassing out. "No, just me, the others are Rainlanders. Though Bank and I both lived in border towns, and I traveled a lot with my parents as part of trade caravans, which is how we met. Childhood friends, sort of."

Lionel mock-gasps at the revelation. "Oh my, childhood friends! Your love must be fated - although since my name is Fatestealer, perhaps I can steal his place for an evening or two."

"Hey!" Slinz shouts in response, half-mockingly herself, although only half. "A girl invites you up to her room, and you're trying to talk up her ex? He is my ex right now, like I said!"

"Haha, but that 'right now' is doing a great deal of work, is it not? But what can I say - I am not a possessive man, and if you will it, I hope things work out for the best. I will agree to set the topic aside for the moment however, although we may need to discuss this unfortunate team of yours later on."

"Later on?" Slinz smiles as she approaches the man, attempting to look seductive. "Which means you'd like to start off with handling your...incubus problems?"

"I do find it is easier to deal with weightier matters with a clear mind. That said, I have no objections to working to your benefit to begin with. With, as you might put it...my incubus solutions."

"Oh gods." Slinz covers her face, failing to hide her blushing in the process. "I'm sorry, I'm usually not so flustered, but I've never been with a sex demon before!"

While Lionel doesn't mind her eager attitude, he has to admit, this exact reaction is a little new to him. "You know, I've been treated as a minor celebrity before once or twice, but usually fans have to at least hear my music first! You seem to have a rather high opinion of us incubi, don't you?"

"Well...it's just, I've heard that you're all, you know...masters of lovemaking, right? And that you get your pick of partners, which means you only choose to share your abilities with the most beautiful and handsome, and..."

The Bard nods, understanding a little better now. "Ah, I see, I see. Well, I will not deny the first part of that, although I cannot claim that we are always so choosy. But even if we are not, you shouldn't act so surprised - you are indeed a beautiful young woman, and going by your sense of fashion, I would have imagined that you were aware enough of the fact yourself."

Slinz glances down at her sashes, much better tailored now than the old ones which had led to far too many wardrobe incidents. "Aw, that's just tits. Not hard to impress a boy with these, am I right?" Smirking, she pulls them aside and allows the sizable breasts beneath to breathe free. Lionel's hands would already be drawn to them, were he not more focused on coming off as better than the average 'boy'.

"While you're not wrong, you shouldn't write yourself off so easily, either. Confidence can be even more attractive than physicality, and it seems you have that in spades." That said, his self control fades after two sentences and his right hand does take hold of one of her tits then, his thumb beginning a massaging motion around her nipple. It perks up under his attentions quickly, and from the drider's sudden intake of breath and closed eyes, the man judges that she has no complaints about the move. After a moment she leans forward and stretches her legs a bit, giving her a few more inches in height and allowing her to take his lips in a kiss.

Lionel hardly minds matters as the kiss continues for several minutes, time allowing his hands to wander freely across her chest for the entire duration. In fact, he would normally have moved on to removing his partner's garments in the process by now, few as they may be in this situation, but somewhat to his surprise Slinz beats him to it. When he finally pulls back both her chest and waist sashes have fallen to the floor, leaving her entirely bare for his eyes. It's not the man's first time with a drider, but they do have a rather unusual body configuration, and Lionel always enjoys the chance to learn a little more about partnering with them. The 'rear exit' of the spider-folk was, as one might expect, at their rear, while their genitals rest on their front, just at the dividing line between their humanoid torsos and their spider-like abdomens. Given their size it could make some positions quite difficult, but there were a few benefits to drider anatomy he'd learned to take advantage of.

Benefits that would have to wait a few moments longer. Slinz steps back up to Lionel, running a hand along his shoulders, and quietly whispers a question. "Can I be the one to undress you? I kind of like taking my time, you know?"

"Ironic, coming from a woman who goes from clothed to nude in the blink of an eye, but that sounds fine to me." Slinz scoffs lightly at his attitude, but she clearly does have a rather unique definition of 'taking her time', given that she begins to pull the man's vest off nearly immediately. While it's not exactly a frenzied, passion-driven stripping, the woman only takes slight pauses as she removes each of his garments, inspecting his skin very closely as she does so. While Lionel's previous partners have occasionally had a thing for scents, or touch, Slinz instead appears to take her time memorizing the lines of his skin, the appearance of his chest hair, or the color of his eyes - although the last only briefly, as she blushes away from the eye contact after only a moment.

Once she removes his pants and finds herself face-to-face with his cock that attention shifts a little, and she begins to take hold of him with one hand while the other gently fondles his scrotum, although Lionel pulls her back up before she can turn it into a full-on handjob. She looks back up at him, a little surprised. "Oh? You don't want me to...?"

"Perhaps later. First though, as I said, I'd like to focus on you first - if you have no complaints?"

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"Oh! No, ah, go ahead!"

While normally Lionel might lead a partner towards the bed at this stage, the man knows that driders are often more comfortable standing, and so he goes down to his knees where he stands. The woman's vertical slit is rather longer than would be found on most humanoids, but is no less sensitive for it, and as he begins to lick his way around and across it, Slinz's hands begin to run their way through his hair. At times they brush up against his horns, but they aren't quite long enough to serve as good handholds, and in any case she seems satisfied enough by his own movements without needing to direct him. While the incubus keeps his mouth busy, his hands pull a bottle of lubricant from one of his discarded pockets - an essential tool in his line of work - and he begins to work it onto one of his hands without ever letting up on his oral assault.

Even so, Slinz eventually notices the motions and gets a rather worried expression. "That's a lotta lube you're using up there. You think I've got problems getting wet, or something? You might be hot but you're not that big." She pauses, a little concerned. "...Are you? Do incubi get like, a second-level hard-on?"

Lionel chuckles. "Now there's a form of special magic worth looking into. But no, this is for something else. Now, this is something I've done on a drider lass or two before, so I'm certain you'll enjoy it, but it can be a little uncomfortable the first time if you haven't done it before. Do you mind if I go a little deeper than you might be used to?"

Slinz eyes the man and his newly shiny hand a few times before coming to a conclusion. "...You're not talking about butt stuff, right? Then...uh, sure, show me your fancy tricks."

"Not so fancy as all that, but definitely enjoyable." Lionel moves back in for a moment to lick at her clit, but as he does so he primarily focuses on slipping a few of his fingers into her entrance. Then...a few more. He takes it slow, giving her time to adjust, but Slinz adapts quickly and before long his entire hand has sunk into her cunt. As the woman looks on in a bit of surprise herself, he doesn't stop there either, slowly pressing forward with inch after inch after forearm. Lionel grins with a bit of self-satisfaction, because he knows there's an odd fact about drider anatomy many don't realize.

While the genitalia of male driders isn't that different from most humanoids, in size if not in exact form, the same is not true of the women. Drider offspring are born in cocoon-like sacs, but are still somewhat larger than most humanoids, and are often born in batches of five to eight. Furthermore, a drider woman's reproductive organs are actually located deep within her spider abdomen. Which means that drider vaginas are very, very deep compared to most mortals, even compared to the taller minotaurs or draconics. Which further means that, even as Slinz's eyes eventually grow as wide as dinner saucers, Lionel himself is not surprised when he eventually manages to sink his entire arm within her pussy.

"Oh, gods, Lionel! I've never even tried that with a toy before! That feels so weird - but in a good way! It's...not weird for you?"

The demon smirks up at her. "My lady, I have nowhere I'd rather be. But now that I'm here, it's time for me to get started, I believe."

"Get started? What do you mean, get - ah!" As Slinz shudders, she finds out what Lionel means. Another interesting fact about drider anatomy that the man knows is that while they may be mostly sensitive around the clitoris, like most women, they actually have multiple equivalents to the human 'g-spot' throughout their vagina. And to a musician like Lionel, that makes it seem very much like an instrument - if of a sort that plays a very special, erotic kind of music. As he works his arm in and out, the Bard's talented fingers search out the sensitive clusters of nerves buried within her, memorizing their locations for later. It's more than just his sensitive fingertips that do the work however, as each discovery leads to a new moan or shiver from the pleasured drider.

It takes him about two minutes to fully explore her depths, and that's when his performance truly begins. While his tongue returns to lapping at her nub, his hand moves in, out, and around, triggering and massaging each pleasure center one after the other. As one becomes overloaded or oversensitive his moves on, at all times managing to keep at least two or three different clusters in excited stages at a time. That eventually turns into Slinz's first orgasm - but there's no second, as the first never ends. Just as part of the drider's body begins to recover Lionel refocuses on another one, and the pleasure does not stop but simply moves back and forth along her tunnel, following the commands of the incubus' fingertips.

Lionel eventually relents, not because he could no longer keep the effect up, but because the rest of Slinz's body and mind would eventually tire out even as her grasping and contracting cunt seems to beg for more. Indeed, as soon as the man's arm finally makes its escape, Slinz's heavy abdomen practically collapses to the floor, all eight of her legs giving out. Her head begins to loll across his chest, and her hands grab on to his shoulders to help keep her own torso upright.

"Holy...fuck. That was everything...that was more than I dreamed even a sex demon could do! Holy fuck!"

"Glad to see I haven't lost my touch. There's more I can offer, of course, but if you need a moment to rest..."

At the mention of stopping Slinz's eyes widen again, but her response isn't quite what the man expected. "Rest? I mean, yeah, my poor pussy's all tired out right now, but if it's on offer, I really want a taste of that demon dick." Without even waiting for a response Slinz's strength seems to recover, and she pushes the incubus back over onto the edge of the bed - not that he exactly resists her movements. Once he's seated she immediately dives in and begins licking at his heavily erect cock, but then thinks twice and leans forward with her torso instead. As she presses her breasts around the shaft and begins to slide them up and down, she finally tears her attention away from it long enough to look back up at Lionel's face.

"I've never actually done this before, but I kinda always wanted to try. I uh, I'm sure you've had better from prettier girls with bigger chests than me - "

Lionel interrupts her chat there, although he motions for her hands to keep moving. "Even if you weren't already a beautiful woman, there is absolutely nothing more attractive in a partner than a willingness to try, in my book. By all means, enjoy your fantasy, I'm sure I'll have no complaints on my end."

Grinning, Slinz leans down to begin sucking at the man's tip while her cleavage continues to massage his shaft. In size he was perhaps a bit above average, if maybe not the monster Slinz might have imagined of a sex demon, but there's plenty enough for her to work with as her tongue continues to run in circles around his engorged head. If the fantasy of the drider titfuck disappoints anyone it's perhaps Slinz herself, or her own desires simply overwhelm that particular wish, and after only a few moments she leans back to readjust her position.

When she dives back in next time it's with her mouth alone, and the aggressive woman shows that she's able to take things deeply from above as well as below. On her second try Lionel's cock makes purchase within her throat, where it stays, her head bobbing up and down only enough to give her occasional gulps of air as her tongue works at the underside of his shaft and her hands massage his sack. After everything that proceeded up to this point, Lionel didn't exactly need a great deal more to reach his own climax, and soon enough his testicles are beginning to clench within her grip.

As their promised load begins to shoot its way down her throat Slinz presses her nose up against his groin, her eyes catching Lionel's with perhaps a hope for a sign of his approval. If so, she receives it, with a massive moan existing the man's throat almost on a scale to match the massive amount of cum sliding its way down her throat. Fortunately for her his climax doesn't take too long, and with a long gasp of air the drider finally pulls back, sticky saliva and other fluids dangling from her lips. "Hmm! Should've uh, kept a bit more to taste, but that's...not bad."

"I'm glad you think so - and as I said before, I'm even gladder that you're the type of woman to try." Lionel leans back on the mattress, resting on his elbows as he shoots her a slightly tired grin. "Perhaps we might both need a little break before continuing, eh?"

"You want more? I mean - great! More is good! And you still wanted to talk about something about my team, right?"

Lionel nods as he begins to pull the much larger woman up onto the bed. "Indeed, perhaps we could chat a bit before the next round. I believe our close contact has already granted me a few insights, in fact. Tell me, Slinz - are you aware that you've been cursed?"