Told you not to worry, but maybe that's a lie
Her arms came around in a head lock, tight and practiced after years of wrestling her sailors. She could feel his pulse racing against her arm, hear his short gasps coming through the constriction of his airway, feel his arms reaching for purchase, hoping desperately to make room. As his hands fumbled at her, she heated the outside angle of her arms, just enough to make it painful for him to touch while she slowed his blood flow enough to sedate him.
There was no mercy in the way she held him, no room for error.
When his head attempted to strike, Thal barely had to move, a thick tendril of laughter coiling around him. Her mouth came down to hover over his ear like a lover in a smokey room, gentle in its dark temptation. "Come now. Just relax. Everything will be better when you wake up." And she held him tight in her embrace, a huntress with her prey - a woman with her lover, waiting patiently for the darkness to claim him.
There was no mercy in the way she held him, no room for error.
When his head attempted to strike, Thal barely had to move, a thick tendril of laughter coiling around him. Her mouth came down to hover over his ear like a lover in a smokey room, gentle in its dark temptation. "Come now. Just relax. Everything will be better when you wake up." And she held him tight in her embrace, a huntress with her prey - a woman with her lover, waiting patiently for the darkness to claim him.
Thalassa
Honey, what's your hurry? Won't you stay inside?
