[ Minos merely scoffs when those tentacles come after him, not at all fighting back or struggling when they pin him down as Kleken wished, because all he has to do is smile smugly at him to indicate that, yes, he still has the upper hand here.
Surely Kleken hadn’t expected him to be scared? ]
Still a sore loser, I see.
[ He flexes his muscles amid the firm and slimy bonds of his tentacles, noting how hot and slippery they feel against his skin, the way heat curls low in his belly at the thought of being pinned down and helpless and at their mercy—
Even if he’s still confident enough in his own abilities to fight his way out of this. ]
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Surely Kleken hadn’t expected him to be scared? ]
Still a sore loser, I see.
[ He flexes his muscles amid the firm and slimy bonds of his tentacles, noting how hot and slippery they feel against his skin, the way heat curls low in his belly at the thought of being pinned down and helpless and at their mercy—
Even if he’s still confident enough in his own abilities to fight his way out of this. ]
I hope this isn’t all you’re capable of.