Sister, Sister

Ruse seemed a little shy when it came to the very intimate topic, but she asked questions right away. Scylla laughed aloud, mismatched eyes closing as she did so. "Jumping right into the deep end, are we?" It was amusing that, out of all the questions that one could ask, Rusalka immediately wanted to know what sex was like. Had she had sex? "Oh yeah," Scylla confirmed, "Many times. You'd be surprised how many guys out there are just itching to sleep with a younger wolf." Creeps, but easy victims in the end.

What was sex like? "It's one of my favorite things," the slate and cream fae admitted with a shrug. "Once you know what you're doing, it can come with an extreme sense of power, knowing that you're able to make someone else feel ultimate pleasure." How could she even put it into words for someone that was still a virgin? "When you finally get your partner to the heights of pleasure, it's like a pat on the back. A testament to your skill. YOU did this."

The smaller wolf turned her head so that she was looking fully at her sister. "So are you thinking about sleeping with Cerb?" There was no point in beating around the bush. Scylla was always blunt. Not knowing how her sister might feel about the situation, Scylla reached out and placed her nimble digits across the other fae's paw. "You won't be disappointed. He's incredibly gentle. He'll take good care of you, Ruse." Cerberus, in many ways, was the best of them. Scylla had no doubt that he would treat Ruse like a queen for her very first time.

"Scylla Klein"