Bite The Poison Apple

He was angry. Of course he was angry. She would have been angry as well and couldn't blame him for that one bit. The growls that he forced out were broken and uncontrolled, but there was no mistaking his displeasure at the situation. No one wanted to be helpless like that, especially with someone that they blatantly disliked. Scylla remembered their drunken time together. She'd quite liked him then. Inebriated, he'd let his guard down a little and she could see a little of his depth. That like had held on once she was sober. He may still dislike her, but she didn't dislike him.

Blue and cream ears perked as Saracyn tried to growl again. Scylla rolled grey and blue eyes, giving her head a little shake. "Yes, you're upset. I get it." There was a glint in her gaze as she spoke again. "You don't have to worry though, I won't tell anyone and I'll protect you while you're...indisposed." She looked towards his raging erection once more and her decision was made. When would she ever get such a chance again to hold such power over him? Best enjoy herself now and deal with whatever the consequences may be later. "Yes, I'll take good care of you."

Rising from her place in the snow, Scylla stalked towards Saracyn as though he was nothing more than prey. Coming up before him, she grazed her nose across his cheek, her warm breath steaming in the winter air. She absorbed his scent, giving a soft sound of appreciation for his cleanliness. Scylla detested smelly males. She'd run into quite a few on her travels. So close, her grey eye stared straight into his blue before she moved from his cheek to his neck. Here's where she had her first bit of fun.

A wolf such as Saracyn would hate to be so vulnerable with someone that he didn't trust. Wouldn't he hate it even more if such tender places were free game? Lazily, Scylla's tongue pulled over the brute's throat just under his jaw. Another sound of pleasure pulled from her, the feeling of power bringing about urgent fluttering in her lower belly. No doubt the smell of her heat would be thick in the air, but that mattered little to the fae. Gently, Scylla applied teeth, grazing Saracyn's pulse point blatantly, but not enough to hurt. Just enough to let him know that she could. The blue and cream fae licked the red man's throat once more before she placed a little kiss there for good measure. Then she moved along.

Down the brute's obsidian belly she went, touch and caressing as she wished. It was difficult to take her eyes away from his belly as he was standing so proudly before her. She didn't want to wait, so she didn't. Maw parting, Scylla took that pride into her mouth, tongue meeting the chilled length first. The woman fed at him, quite skilled for someone her age. Her tongue flicked and curled, undulating so that no scrap of Saracyn was neglected. A pleasured, breathy moan drifted through pink nares. She could tell by his breathing that he was feeling pleasure and this, in turn, brought her even more pleasure. The first hint of his flavor hit her tongue and Scylla slowly pulled back, releasing him for a moment. "Just as sweet as a strawberry should be," the woman whispered in lust filled tones before opening her maw once more and, in one movement, she took him in to the hilt.

"Scylla Klein"