With that, the fine bit of control IV was keeping is gone.
The tendrils lash out at once, one of them lashing itself around Chris's stomach to force him face-down onto the bed. The rest keep him pinned, squirming against him as IV sits there, breathing heavy and head bowed and back hunched.
He swallows hard. ]
You're. You're too much, Chris.
[ His tongue flicks out to wet his lips, and he shivers - though the tendrils hold firm. ]
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With that, the fine bit of control IV was keeping is gone.
The tendrils lash out at once, one of them lashing itself around Chris's stomach to force him face-down onto the bed. The rest keep him pinned, squirming against him as IV sits there, breathing heavy and head bowed and back hunched.
He swallows hard. ]
You're. You're too much, Chris.
[ His tongue flicks out to wet his lips, and he shivers - though the tendrils hold firm. ]
Too much...