Just a little wine

"Fuck me then." That was all that Scylla needed to hear. A lascivious grin pulled the woman's lips back, exposing sharp little teeth. Fuck Ava, she would. And if she wanted it just how she'd fucked Saracyn...

As though she wasn't inebriated at all, Scylla moved off of Ava and climbed the bank. Padding back to the bottles of wine, the blue fae pushed them aside to reveal her small satchel that she almost always had with her. Sifting within, she pulled a small container and emptied it into the wine. Giving it a shake, she took it back to the purple fae and demanded that she drink, which Ava did.

While Scylla was waiting for the concoction to set in, she sat beside the larger woman and decided to tell her what the drug would do to her and what it had done to her brother. "As it takes control of your system, you won't be able to move. You'll be able to breathe just fine, but you won't be able to speak. All of your muscles will turn to water." Grey and blue eyes regarded the Mendacium alpha. "That being said, your body will be extremely sensitive to touch." As if proving this, one dexterous paw drug its way slowly down the length of Avacyn's stomach.

"When I raped your brother, he loved it," she purred, remembering the fun she'd had. "He pretended to hate it, but he came so hard. His eyes were begging me by the end." Leaning in, Scylla's tongue slid along Avacyn's lower lip. "He tasted so sweet... ah, but you know that, don't you?" Brother fuckers that they both were.

Enough time had passed that the herbal concoction should have done its work. Ava should have been feeling tingly, her lower bits begging to be touched, but unable to move to do anything about it. Just as she had done with Saracyn, the small woman draped herself down the length of Ava's belly, her face pointed towards her victim's sensitive bits and her own pointed towards Ava's face to give her a show. Slowly, almost lovingly, Scylla began to stroke and caress Ava's inner thighs, her lower belly, and more, taking advantage of the spots where the fur was thinnest. After teasing for a time, the fae's nimble digits stroked across the most sensitive part of the purple woman before sliding home into the well-used cavern of Ava's body. This wasn't Scylla's first lady rodeo and she knew how to use her special little paws to her advantage.

Being so small, Scylla could feel the breath of her lover beneath her and knew when Ava was getting close. Both paws were at play now, diving in, stroking, teasing. She could feel the woman's inner hand clenching around her and Scylla chose that moment to add her tongue to the mix. Long strokes from top to bottom, dragging a cross the sensitive nub hidden within. It wouldn't be long at all and she was ready for it. Having this power over another... it was a sort of orgasm all it's own.

"Scylla"