Thread: Dream Eater ~ Johto Adventures [Lady Grimoire x Viktoff Samson]

The distressed young adult ignored the ache in her legs as she searched about in the dirt for her partner. Scuffing it up to her left, the to her right, as her hands made broad, sweeping motions, seeking out that errant, tiny Pokball. The look on Samantha's face betrayed the thoughts running through her head. 'Where is it, where is it, where is it!?' It isn't until Blake spoke that the frantic blonde's searching came to a pause, a little, Uh-... escaping from her lips as she twisted some to peer around behind herself at him. ... What was that? The slight tinge of hopefulness in her voice, genuinely looking like she had misheard him, and that he had just pointed out where what she was searching for was... despite the fact she'd never actually even stated what the fuss was about, nevermind asking for the help. Then, she made perhaps what was a mistake of looking back to the area she'd been searching. The realisation that perhaps what she was doing wasn't the best way of going about it dawning on her as she fell back to her hands and knees to continue the search. 'Don't I have a flashlight?' Samantha's head perked up at the thought, blue eyes focused on her bag, and she took a 'step' toward it -- not noticing the steps that had drawn Blake closer -- when the... well, her mind hadn't had the time necessary to process what it was, nor did she much have the time to react, even, call out. Her face winkled up instinctively from the scent, eyes widening in a combination of shock and horror, but that was all before the tongue touched her skin. What felt like a thundershock from a Mareep ran through her whole body, just without the pain, and it made all the muscles in her body tense, and seize -- from her fingers suddenly clenching into the dirt, to her toes curling and scrunching up, both quite visible thanks to the lack of footwear. Nnngh! she cried finally from that surprise, through a clenched-shut and seized jaw, teeth softly grinding together as she tried to part her lips once more. Even her rear tensed up, clenching some in those pants, whether this made the sight of it more, or less appealing to the man behind her is anyone's guess. With eyes half-closed, forcing her to squint as she struggled to keep them open, Samantha's whole body trembled, and shook. Part from the effect of the paralysis, part from her those same struggles to regain some semblence of control over her own body. Panic swelled up inside her mind, and for the moment, Blake was entirely forgotten. Her left hand jutted foward sharply, digging so deeply into the dirt it left a trail, but the action only made her wince. The effect was more massively uncomfortable than painful, but forcing movement seemed to make pain shoot up the affected limb, like cramps she'd gotten from swimming. Mmmmp! She grimaced, as if this all wasn't bad enough, her mind finally registered the wet, slobbery trail running up a chunk of her body, which likely would have drawn another 'blech' of disapproval had she the motor function to be capable of it. 'I-I can't move! What's.. happening!?' A good look into Samantha's blue eyes would tell anyone that's what she was thinking in that moment. As she rested there and hands and knees, frozen in place and unable to move behind some twitching, shaking, and short, sharp pained bursts of movement she was helpless, vulnerable, and probably in exactly the position Blake had been hoping for.