Bite The Poison Apple

Saracyn really hated her, right? This was certainly such torture for him to suffer through. Scylla could think of worse ways to spend her evening than taking advantage of someone who would have never chosen to bed her on his own. His nose was too far up his sisters tailhole to look at anyone else, she'd heard. In fact, he even smelled like her now. It didn't bother the woman at all; the fact that he was banging his sibling. That would definitely be hypocritical on her part, wouldn't it? What did bother her was that he had always acted as though he was superior. Well... right now she was proving otherwise.

With her throat relaxed, Saracyn slid home like a sword to its scabbard. The blue fae had been left to her own devices out in the wild for quite some time. In that time, she'd learned many new things, this being one of them. Saracyn would be the first that got to experience such pleasure. Well... the first one that was granted his life afterwards. No one ever expected death from the tiny, svelte fae. That's what made it so easy. Sara was in no danger of joining the dead this day. If he died on his own from pleasure though, well... that wasn't her fault.

Though her throat was occupied, Scylla's tongue stroked and curled, sliding around the brutes length while her head dipped and lifted. One paw slid forward, wiggly fingers gentle as they grasped and toyed with the furry orbs hanging below. A lover that always took the initiative, she would do everything in her power to bring Saracyn to the heights of pleasure. She listened to his breathing, could feel the tension in his body, even the way that his balls drew up as she worked them, they were all signs that the fae paid careful attention to.

Again and again Scylla lowered her hot mouth down upon the giant man's length. Once it felt as though he was close, she increased her pace, working him expertly until she could feel just how full he was. When Saracyn was ready, the fae pushed the limits, squeezing him into her throat while her long tongue protruded outward, sliding over the brutes tightly drawn up bits as he emptied himself against his will. The corners of Scylla's maw turned up in a smile despite having her mouth quite full.

Once he was finished, the woman released him. She breathed deeply, taking in the sweet oxygen that she'd deprived herself of during their session together. She was careful not to leave a mess and she was nice enough to move the man's leg so that it covered his bits once more. It wouldn't do to have him get frostbite. Licking her lips, Scylla turned and moved back up the length of the giant's body so that she could look him in the eye. "Mmm, it didn't seem like you hate me as much as you pretend to." She enjoyed irritating him and he knew it.

Saracyn should have regained use of his vocal chords, but she wouldn't be surprised if he hadn't. This was a test batch, after all. Since they would still be here a while longer until he regained full control of his limbs, Scylla would have to stick close. Lifting one of the man's big forelegs, the diminutive fae slid beneath it, placing them chest to chest. If she was going to stay here with him, she at least wanted to be warm. Scylla tucked her pretty pink nose under Sara's chin and gave a small sigh of content as she settled.

"Saracyn" & "Scylla"