Kirk could feel the tightness around his neck. Ayel squeezed and never relented. He enjoyed seeing the human trying to breathe his last breath.
What Jim did not expect was his other hand fondling the human from below.
"You are pretty for a Hu-man. Are they all like you, so soft, and your smell. You smell like a sweet wine we have on Romulus. I am eager to taste you my pet."
Kirk could feel again the predator before him. His breath of sulphur and ash.
"I don't think this is wise. Someone will see us."
"Oh, I am surprised you can even speak with all the pressure I am applying to your throat. Tell me Hu-man have you ever come while losing oxygen?"
"No, and I don't intend to either. Certainly not with you."
"Oh, you prefer the other. The Vulcan is that it?"
"What are you talking about?"
"You do not know that you and the Vulcan are t'hy'la. Of course he does not know either. Nor will he ever know. For, I speak of the other."
"Need to breathe. Please...let go?"
"I don't think that is going to happen. Since no one here will save you my pet."
"Take your hands off of me."
"Not until I feel my prize, and watch you crumble to the ground, in agony."
"Step away from him now." replied Spock.
Things just got better.