Thalassa
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
As her hands ran intentionally along the fine lines of her body, a strange voice entered her head. Despite the alarming and violating presence, Thal didn't pause her actions or give any acknowledgement to them. Instead, while she listened, her eyes remained locked on the man's, gauging if he heard the voice as well. The unnatural words echoing through her mind felt like they should be causing her to scream and panic; however, she didn't much care for anything said and nothing she did at this moment would give her answers. So she pushed aside the peculiarity and kept to the present, waiting for the broadcast to stop. The danger of the situation was not lost on her, only serving to increase the potential for pleasure. Although she was unfamiliar with the cave system, her expertise with the ocean told her they had about five minutes before there would be no more escaping. In her hungry greed, Thal wanted to spend those precious minutes with this man's touch all over her. She would not lose this standoff and it would give her extreme satisfaction to tempt him further.
When the words finally faded away, she responded to his comment, "Perhaps, but would you rather teach me a lesson in patience or something else?" Thal emphasized her words by moving the trailing of her hands beneath the material. Small moans were deliberately released and she bit her lip in concentration. Her eyes threatened to close, but their vibrant blue gaze latched onto his out of pure willpower and defiance.
