Sexy predatrix: Peta Ophidaste vs Daigo Kimura

Ambush KO match - the match is over when one of the contenders is totally unresponsive for 10 seconds

Daigo was taking a rest under the shadow of a big tree. The Woodlands of Gaia had revealed to be quite an ample territory to cross, and he thought he'd better have a pause to restore his strenghts before he would continue his journey.

With a nostalgic expression on his face the apparently young guy picked a blade of grass and brought it to his mouth, using it as a small improvised trumpet. A sweet tune came out as he blew against that blade of grass, bringing a little smile to his lips as he remembered of very old memories of his childtime, while the soft breeze caressed his skin.

A soft breeze ruffled a bit of nearby tall grass... or so it seemed. Loosely adorned in her red fabrics, Peta pierced the grass like a fish through water. Lured by such a wonderful sound, Peta was slithering silently through the woodlands. She paused, sniffing softly. A smile curled across her lips. Prey.

Almost silently, Peta crept up on the samurai, sitting beneath the tree. Using it to sneak up behind him, she would approach and reach around the tree, drawing her slender, clawed fingers softly across his chest, "What... delightful mussssic," she would hiss, before her hand would reach up and scratch her claws across his face!

Soft feminine fingers teased Daigo's chest with sharp claws, while Peta's soothingly seductive voice would caress his ears.

It felt, and sounded very nice, but there was something sinister in her hissing cooing. Instinctively, the young samurai would roll away from his sitting position, though Peta's claws left a slight cut across his cheek.

"Hey... you have a strange way to show appreciation to my music!", he said, placing a blood-stained finger to his lips and tasting his own blood as he glared at the barely visible female figure still partly hidden behind the tree. It looked like there was something else moving sinuously behind her body...but what?

((Perhaps burning the violence card too early was the wrong play. AH WELL NO TURNING BACK! " title="Wink" />

And I'll try to only draw out the s's where appropriate/sexy beyond this post.))

Bobbing back and forth smoothly, Peta would slither out into the open, revealing her snake half to Daigo. Flexing her claws teasingly, she would bring them up to her face. Her lengthy, serpentine tongue would coil around her finger, lapping up the few drops of blood Peta managed to wrest from the samurai. She would unfurl her tongue and dangle it playfully before taking it back into her mouth. "Mmm... Oh, did I play too rough?" She hissed with a playful pout, "The bessst way to take the measure of a man is through hisss flavor..." Peta's accent was exotic. She was definitely not from these parts, even discounting the hissing on her s sounds. Her tongue darted out once more for an instant as she slithered to the side, her human half appearing to barely move apart from a few gentle bobs in time with the undulations of her snake half. "And you... have an interesting flavor... Very, very interesting. I have not tasted this for centuries." Though she looked relaxed, her muscles were tensed, ready to spring into action as she sized up her prey. "I could drink you all up."

She would smile playfully, only a thin disguise for her true intent, "I... am Peta. I do not normally give my name."

Daigo's eyes widened in surprise at the sight of the legendary creature actually standing, or better said undulating before his eyes... a LAMIA! "...and a beautiful one at it", he could not suppress such thought in his mind, though he could sense that the snakegirl was going to be very dangerous.

"Well i guess that's a honor. My name is Kimura Daigo, Peta-san. Pleased to meet you", he would say with a light bow of his head, keeping his eyes onto hers. "Though... i don't know if i will agree with your idea of drinking me up.", the young samurai would add, leaning his hand on the handling of his katana.

While he was watching intently at every movement from the snakegirl, Daigo would realize that the gentle bobbing of her coils was quite pleasant to follow...almost...relaxing.

Even on one such as Daigo, the old ways still worked wonders. The wound she had given him seemed to be fading from his mind. Prey seldom escaped a lamia's gaze.

"Oh, mosssst say that, but they tend to give themselvesss up to it all the sssame," Peta smiled, slithering inch by inch ever closer to Daigo. "I am adept at... relieving such sssilly hindrances." She smiled coyly, edging closer. Then, she raised a curious eyebrow, sniffing softly, "From where do you hail? I have traveled far... tasted many... but your scent... it isss... unordinary."

If he let her, Peta would close to arm's reach and caress Daigo's cheek softly.

Daigo could simply unsheath his katana and slash the approaching lamia... but he didn't feel like slashing someone who was not clearly attacking first. Or maybe he was just under the entrancing spell of her sensually hissing voice and her sinuous movements.

Before he could resolve to do anything, she was sniffing and caressing him in a primal seductive way, having his skin shiver lightly in response.

"nn..., i'd say that i'm just an ordinary japanese guy, except for... i've been forced to walk on this Earth for a longer time than a mortal guy is supposed to do...", he replied, distracted and allured by her closeness, which she could tell from how he lowered his hand from the hilt of his sword.

"Ah... one from many yearsss ago. That explainssss the ssscent," she smiled. He accepted her touch. It would be so easy now to just plunge her fangs into him and drink deep of him... But that would be so dull. Daigo intrigued her, and she could not quite figure out why. (She would never admit it, but that ditty he played on the reed probably helped in appealing to her feminine side.)

Turning around, Peta would lean back against Daigo, the back of her head resting on his shoulder, but the rest of her body would curl loosely around him, her torso and snake half stretching around his back and back to the front. She would reach up and lazily turn his head so that she could stare into his eyes, "I think I like you, Kimuradaigo." She hissed, extending her damp serpentine tongue and licking Daigo's face.

With her other hand, she reached down behind her using her claws to attempt to slice free the sword and sheath from the samurai's belt.

No matter how dangerous the situation, Daigo could not help but be seduced and entranced by Peta's sultry charms.
His hands wandered against her sensuous tail, caressing her sexy scales, while the lamia had her easy way to part Daigo from his blade.

"Hey what..?..", he reacted at the unmistakable sound of his sheath dropping down, squirming in slight alarm in Peta's snakely embrace.

((Sorry for the absence... And son of a biscuit, I completely forgot what I was planning on having Peta do! Augh! Ah, well, IMPROVISE ))

Peta let out a few soft, hissing sighs as her coils pulsed into Daigo's touch. She had him right where she wanted him. She smiled coyly at Daigo as he suddenly stirred, noticing his sheath being released from his body. She twisted a bit, tightening her coil around him to a firm, but still gentle, squeeze. A chuckle escaped her lips, as if this were a joke, "Oh, Kimuradaigo," She was unfamiliar with far eastern names, "Do not be sssilly. You do not need that." Part of the reason she tightened herself up was to bring the end of her tail to bear, aiming to knock the sword aside.

For a brief instant, Peta had an almost imperceptible shift of instinct. This was easy... too easy. Most men gave off an almost imperceptible scent of fear even at their most relaxed. It was that innate fear of death... death that Peta usually dealt. With Daigo, it seemed different. She could not place it... a less experienced huntress might not have noticed it, but Peta had sharp, often overactive, but rarely incorrect instincts. The feeling was niggling, too deeply buried, too imperceptible to really act upon, but a part of her was absolutely certain there was more to this man than met the eye.

Hesitating a bit, when she should have simply gone in for the kill, Peta turned, leaning into Daigo's neck and sucking on it softly. From her position, the craning of her neck would have been impossible for someone with a real human physiology. "Mhmmm..." Peta teased Daigo's neck with some soft kisses and a few licks with her tongue. If Daigo did not fight back, Peta would proceed and plunge her teeth into Daigo's neck, furiously lapping as much blood as she could before he could react.