Thrill Me, Chill Me, Fulfill Me

Though she hadn't exactly discovered sex willingly, Scylla had grown to love it. There was little that she enjoyed more than having a huge, tough brute fling her around and pound her into the ground. She didn't mind screaming for them at all. In fact, it was one of the rare moments where Scylla allowed herself to be completely untethered. That freedom was a heady thing and she had become rather addicted to the feeling. At two years of age, she was ripe for planting puppies within. If she hadn't been taking precautions, anyway.

Scylla, little genius that she was, had concocted her own type of contraceptive. A mixture of various herbs that could potentially be fatal if taken incorrectly, but she'd experimented enough to know what worked for her. Those experiments came with lots of practice. Had to get the water to make the plants grow, if you know what I mean.

With her stores running a little low, Scylla needed to collect more. Down to the hot springs she went and she convinced her brother, Cerberus, into accompanying her. Her sweet sibling was so pure. So nice. It was her intent to make him loosen up a bit and have a little fun. Maybe he'd do so with her. It was no secret that the Kleins did what they wanted and who they wanted. Cerberus was a strapping brute and she knew that she could trust him. That was half the battle, right?

Clipping a few buds off of various plants and digging up several different kinds of roots, Scylla shoved everything neatly into her pack. The small fae cast her mismatched gaze towards her ink and rust brother and motioned towards the bubbling, steaming pools of sulfuric water. "Might as well take a little break while we're here, don't you think? It's good for the joints." The slate and cream fae wiggled her brows comically and moved towards the pools. Surely he wouldn't tell her no.

"Scylla Klein"