Thrill Me, Chill Me, Fulfill Me

What did she mean? Well, she was working on showing him just that. As she wrapped herself around him, the man's big paws found her sides and Scylla couldn't help but grin into his fur as she groomed him. He admitted to missing her too and she could hear the emotion in his tones. Of course he missed her. Cerberus was a good wolf. A good brother. The best of them all, in many ways. He was sweet and kind and protective. He was terribly handsome. He had been the one that their father placed his trust in the most and Scylla had never felt slighted or put off by that. She would have placed her trust in him as well, and she did in that very moment.

Cerberus gently gripped her sides and responded with a little joke about her size. The blue and cream fae chuckled darkly and gave his neck a gentle little nip. "Makes it easy for a big guy like you to throw me around," she admitted. Her tongue pulled over the pulse on the side of his neck and she practically purred. "Makes it easy to pin me beneath you." Could she be any more obvious without spelling it out for him?

Her name was spoken and a thick foreleg was placed between them. Scylla raised her gaze to meet the minty eyes of her sibling and she blinked somewhat innocently. Slender hind legs pushed at the bottom of the spring, raising the woman's hind end into the air, water once more cascading off of her striped coat. Her front half rose a moment later and she wasted no time in tilting Cerberus' muzzle upwards with one paw. Her lips found his and she kissed him sweetly, drawing back out of reach, but leaving a lingering lick to his lower lip. Scylla backed into the spring, out of his grasp and into the steam and mist rising from the warm water. "Come play with me," she spoke once more in a lustful, singsong voice.

"Scylla Klein"