Cerulean Cape crustacean frustration

Time slowed dramatically for Pipit as her peripheral caught the male's blinding strike for her throat. She flinched, but was not nearly quick enough to evade his teeth, and still in the spirit of the game, it didn't occur to her that she needed to get completely out of the way anyway. Alarms trilled through her body as his mouth closed on her throat, her eyes widening and her body tensing as she fought the instinct to tear herself away from him even at the risk of losing her jugular. And yet...

What frightened her most about this vulnerability— the pressure, the threat— was that she liked it. She'd never had her throat in the jaws of anyone before, and she was bewildered to find that her fear was being overpowered by a foreign sense of ecstasy. A shiver crawled up her spine, culminating in a quiver of her throat that toed the line between a whine and a groan. The foot planted on his chest flexed softly, her claws scoring into fur like smoke and ash, scraping against skin and the hard layer of sinew that made up the pirate's body.

She gasped as he released her, scuttling from atop him as she struggled to comprehend the residual tingling of her nerves she was left with in the aftermath of her powerlessness. His laughter only managed to make her more self-conscious— did he know?!— so she kept her back to him, unwilling to face the roguish devil and his unmistakable allure of total power. Unwilling to admit that she wanted... more.