Easy.
"So how do you like to be serviced?"
Their language is an odd combination of clicks and whistles.
"Silently, or I cut out tongues."
What a keeper.
Clearly I need a new strategy. I take one step into the woods and have an overwhelming feeling like going farther is a terrible idea.
I turn to the disgusting hunter.
His giant eyes are glued to my ass, which gives me an idea. I take a step closer to him, telling my suit to recede to its small band. His mouth parts, revealing a green tongue.
"The genali outdid themselves on you."
I put a bit of a bounce in my step and his eyes are transfixed by the movement of my breasts.
His gun is slowly lowering during his distraction. It comes up again as I get close and so I dip one hand down to the juncture of my thighs as I take the last step toward him.
He's letting out a whistling sound and his own hand is straying to his belt when I slash my other hand forward. My claws sweep across the fingers holding the gun, hitting it down and away.
It goes off to the side in a loud retort, but I don't let it distract me.
I slash my other claws toward his neck, but he moves back just enough that I slice across his chest instead. His camo suit parts and green blood flows.
He tries to bring the gun up again but I attack his extending arm.
It gives him an opening to punch me in the face from the other side. My vision blacks out for a moment, his blow much harder than I would expect for someone over a foot shorter than me.
I swipe wildly with my claws, making contact in multiple places.
Then he screams. One I've heard enough times now to know Thivoll found us. The braceaaer drops to the ground, bleeding from multiple wounds.
Thivoll is snarling behind him.
I've seen many thousands of wounds just as bad or worse, but never ones I inflicted on a person.
I throw up all the leaves in my stomach. Then scramble back down to the water, desperate to get the green blood off of me.
I start by plunging my hands into the water, but it's not enough. I wade out into the bitter cold flow and completely immerse myself, bracing myself against a rock, my hands rubbing all over.
Frantically working to remove all the splatter traces.
I hear a splash next to me and open my eyes in the water. My long indigo and orange hair is whipping along the current and Thivoll is wading toward me, then diving under to join me.
Instead of pulling me out, he rubs his hands over my skin and scales rigorously, then massages my scalp.
I can't hold my breath anymore so I get my feet under me and rocket out of the water. Thivoll comes up, but his movements are slow and precise.
His voice is incredibly gentle. "You did so well, my Ree. I know that hurt your heart. It's alright."
Shivers are racking my body as he runs his hands up and down my shoulders and arms, still speaking to me like I'm a wounded animal.
"It's alright. It's alright."
I take a long, ragged breath, then let it out.
