Bite The Poison Apple

Saracyn knew he should have felt some sort of shame. He should have felt some sort of anger or rage for this humiliation. He should have been planning some sort of vengeance on the diminutive fae for these debased acts on him. Instead, all Saracyn could think of was how damn good Scylla's mouth felt around him. His mind was blank with pleasure, cerulean blue eyes rolling back behind fluttering red eyelids as wave after wave of hot, brain-melting pleasure washed over him with every movement and motion the slate and cream striped woman made over and around him. The only other fae he had slept with was Avacyn, and as much as he loved her, there was just something so intense and sordid about how Scylla was treating him that would have made his toes curl if he had any control over them. He had thought Scylla disliked him as much as he disliked her given how tumultuous their interactions had always been, but now even he was questioning if he hated her after this. It was awfully hard to hate someone when they were rolling their tongue around your... oh gods, that felt good!

Saracyn let out another throaty moan as Scylla continued her expert work over him, precise and practiced ministrations unwinding him like a ball of twine wound up too tightly. His heart was pounding in his chest fast and strong, his breathing evolved into a shallow panting that formed thin clouds of steam at the end of his muzzle as Scylla stole the breath from him over and over again. Despite how furious he had been at the start of this, Sara wished he could gaze down the length of his body to watch the blue fae at work, just to see if it was as hot as it felt for him. There was something so erotic about being put totally out of control, left to stare numbly out at the thick woods around them while she took advantage of him, not knowing what would be coming next with every slide of her muzzle around his length and glide of her tongue over his sensitive spots. The sudden brush of a soft paw on his balls drew a shuddering gasp from the brute, his muscles rippling uselessly beneath his coat from the contact and the sensations of Scylla's dexterous digits massaging and working him over. That was entirely something new and unique even Avacyn couldn't replicate! It did make Saracyn briefly wonder just how many times she had done this to other brutes to get this talented—but even that thought was wiped away with the next swallow she made around him.

Reduced to a shivering, moaning mess, Sara rode those tidal waves of pleasure while Scylla pulled out all the stops to blow his mind while she blew him. Resistance was futile at this point; the petite fae had the brute exactly where she wanted him. Trapped inside his paralysis, the crimson prince could do nothing but lie back and enjoy. He wondered if this would have felt any different if he had his faculties about him, or if perhaps the nature of Scylla taking what she wanted from him was what turned him on so much. Almost too soon nature took its course, and within due time, Sara was riding the edge of coming undone. Just when he thought he was going to lose his mind from how good everything felt, Scylla finished him off with one deep swallow, surrounding him and teasing every part of his male bits like a pro. Saracyn's eyes squeezed shut as fireworks exploded in his head, his whole body shaking as he hit his peak and came undone, emptying himself at her demand. What had begun as something he had vehemently denied wanting had turned into something so indescribably good that the Mendacium prince couldn't help but lose himself in.

Saracyn's quivering lasted for several long moments until the giant brute was spent, his twitching body going limp in the snow while Scylla cleaned him up and repositioned his legs to protect his most precious parts from the cold. At least she had the kindness in her heart to give him decent aftercare when she was done having her way with him. Listening to Scylla gasp for breath while he was still panting from her ministrations to him made the brute's fur bristle with a feral lust, knowing that she had practically been choking herself on him arousing him in strange ways. Saracyn felt the slide of Scylla's svelte body move up along his until she reemerged in his vision, smiling at him with this pleased gleam in her eyes that both irritated and enticed him. Those purred words just further stoked that heat in his core, and though Sara could not move any parts of his body yet, his throat had relaxed enough to allow him to speak and make sounds normally once again.

"Scylla..." Saracyn spoke her name in low, husky tones that vibrated with a bit of a growl on them. Bright blue eyes followed her movements as she lifted his leg to snuggle in against his chest, feeling her silken fur mingling with his own and the warmth of her form pressed up to his body. With her this close to him, his sense of smell was once more flooded with her heat scent, the pheromone-laden perfume making that hunger well up in his belly and a singular animalistic drive rouse in his brain. He had spent so much of his life hating on Scylla and Albion, but after the surprise paralyzing and blowjob, only one thing was burning on the brute's mind right now. "I'm going to fuck your brains out when I can move again." It was spoken like a promise, or perhaps a threat, whichever turned Scylla on more. She had made a mockery of Saracyn, felling the giant wolf with no effort and taking advantage of his incapacitated state. When he could, he was going to regain his masculinity and pride by having his way with the petite Klein princess.

"Saracyn" & "Scylla"