I am one with the animal inside

Alastor reacted perfectly to her pets and touches, the sound emanating from the man sending little tingles up Scylla's spine. She liked to hear the noises that she could elicit from her lovers. It let her know whether she was doing a good job or a great job. The black and red giant gave her sweet growls that reverberated through the blue woman's small frame. She loved that sensation. There wasn't a wolf in the world that was as confident as Scylla, so there was no fear of her companion, only sweet, sweet anticipation.

When given the option of whether or not to chase her, it seemed to shock the man for a moment. Obsidian eyes went wide before his primal brain caught up. He chose the chase. Of course he did. The thought of chasing her down obviously excited the brute for he buried his nose in the side of her neck. Scylla tilted her head to the side, giving him better access. Ever the generous lover, eh? Al wanted to play, so play, they would. He spoke of letting her meet his beast, but Scylla wanted to go one step further.

Run, he instructed. Scylla rose to her paws, staring down at the bloodied giant before her. Mmm... not bloodied enough. He had tasted her blood, but she hadn't tasted his. Hardly fair, right? "A kiss to speed me on my way," the woman purred. Leaning forward, Scylla met Alastors lips with her own. The kiss was deep as she plunged her tongue into his maw. Once more she tasted the blood of their enemies, but she had something else in mind. As she pulled back, tiny, sharp teeth sank into the brutes lower lip, instantly piercing the flesh. His blood mixed with her own and a moan of pleasure ripped from the blue woman. Eyes rolled back for just a moment and she felt as though she might explode just from this sharing of blood alone. She held back, of course. There was much more fun to be had before she allowed herself release. Much more fun.

The moment that Scylla jerked her mouth back from his, she pivoted on her paws and disappeared into the darkness. Small and quick, she darted between rocks and trees, sliding her little body through nooks and crannies that Alastor could never dream of fitting through. The woman's heart pounded in her chest as she rode the high of bloodlust. With Alastors blood still enveloping her tastebuds, Scylla ran. She ran and she let the anticipation build within her. Gods... did she hope that he would give her what she craved.

"Scylla"