<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/r9juJQ3.jpg)</div><br/><br/>The usually stern faced Gwyndolin couldn't help but crack a small smirk seeing the fish woman awkwardly tumble to the ground, rolling like an uneven barrel until she was sprawled out before the witch. As the merwoman pleaded and groveled she would find only a dark pair of uncaring eyes staring down at her in response. With a small sigh she undid the knot of her thong with a single flick of her wrist, the garment falling away to reveal her neatly trimmed mound, her lips glistening in the light of the low hanging sun, excited from the trill of the hunt, no matter how brief it had actually been, "you're actually quite lucky you ran, do you know that?" she said, taking both the woman's webbed hands and tying them behind her back using the strings of her thong, the dark beast leather they were crafted from deceptively strong, "normally I wouldn't be all that attracted to your kind, too scaly really..." she explained, grabbing the woman and hefting her up to her knees, looming ominously over her, her shadow standing nearby, already poised to attack, clearly sending the message that she shouldn't attempt anything...fishy, "But the sight of this lithe form in flight...your chest heaving as it draws panicked breaths...eyes darting so swiftly seeking any kind of escape...the look of frustration and fear twisting your features...you actually look quite beautiful like this..." she cooed, a soft yet perverse smile twisting across her lips. Gwyndolin suddenly took a firm grip on the back of the mer's head, stepping closer so that her oozing quim was level to her face, "though you look even more beautiful on your knees, serving your huntress like good prey should" she added, pressing the mer woman's face into her loins and letting out a light shudder, both sets of lips quivering at the strange but not unpleasant texture of the mer's skin grazed her sex, "Go ahead, enjoy your last meal...though if you do well enough you may even live to taste it again..." she instructed, wanting the mer woman to help work out all the frustration this bothersome stop had caused, "would any of you care to join? the female ones don't seem that bad actually" she casually called to her fellow Delvers, her gaze lingering particularly long on Rose, biting her lip as she stared at the other woman, as if she was envisioning the thief in the fish woman's place.