Just a little wine

Caught up in the heat of the moment and her own inebriated state, Avacyn fully expected Scylla to go about what she had threatened to do, but instead the smaller woman suddenly disappeared from her line of sight and left her at least for a moment laying on her back alone on the pebbly shore of the lake. Avacyn blinked with surprise as she turned her head to watch Scylla walk back toward the lounging area where their empty bottles of wine had been abandoned. It was a sobering moment and she realized for seemingly the first time what she had given in to. She had never been with a woman before and the fact that it was Scylla–the sister of her former fiancé and the woman her brother had at one point been engaged to–made her head spin even more. The only saving grace that kept her from rolling back to her paws and backing out of this entirely was the fact that Scylla returned quickly with a bit of wine that she had added some unknown substance to, insisting that she drink it. Avacyn glanced between Scylla and the bottle with a bit of uncertainty before giving in and draining the remaining wine from the bottle, deciding that she was already too far gone to back out now.

The warmth of the wine spread through her system once more from her gut as Scylla sat beside her while she was still sprawled out on the lake shore, her dark gaze turning up to meet the woman's gaze with curiosity and trepidation. She didn't know what Scylla had planned or what she was doing, but she wasn't left guessing for long as Scylla began to explain exactly what the substance she had been given would do to her just as that warmth she felt began to spread all the way to her toes and send slow tingles over her skin. She quickly picked up on the fact that it wasn't the wine at all as she tried to move one of her legs and the best she was able to do was a twitch of her paw before even that was lost to her. There was a momentary bit of panic as she tried to respond and found herself unable to, only making a shuddering breath and a quiet whine in response. Any semblance of the careful control she usually liked to have over herself was taken away and it made her heart start to pound with nervous energy as she was suddenly trapped within her own skin.

However, as Scylla's dexterous paw found its way onto her stomach out of her line of sight the sudden electrical sparks that even the most simple of touches sent through her disrupted her panic and made her gasp, her muscles trying to flex and twitch in response and failing to respond to the movement she willed them to make. It was almost enough for her to not fully catch what Scylla was telling her about her brother and the time she had spent with him, but the words seemed to register with a delay, as if she didn't really hear them until she played them back again in her mind. Saracyn hadn't slept with Scylla, Scylla had raped him with this exact same substance. Well, that certainly explained why she hadn't heard about that particular escapade until now, didn't it? She was shocked by the revelation and in the back of her mind knew that she should and wanted to do something in the defense of her mate, but in her current state that was quite literally an impossibility. Even if she could break away from Scylla's touch as she talked about how sweet Saracyn had tasted–sparking a jealousy and an anger low in her belly–she wasn't certain that she would.

The way her skin burned in the most amazing ways under Scylla's paws was both maddening and euphoric, making her be at odds with herself and making her want more and more despite the circumstances. She couldn't fully see what Scylla was doing to her without being able to lift her head to do so, but she could feel every movement and touch that made her breath quicken and heart pound wildly against her chest. The physical sensations themselves were already more than enough to put her out of control and very quickly get swept away by everything that Scylla was doing to her, but the fact that all of the power and control she was used to having was so effortlessly stripped away gave its own kind of high and freeing abandon that just sweetened the whole experience in a way she wasn't anticipating. All she could do was pant with heated sighs and quiet, barely audible whines while she was ravaged and taken advantage of, her body doing all of the talking for her and giving away how much she was enjoying every lecherous second of it.

"Avacyn Medacium"