Blood Moon Date Night

Saracyn tasted Scylla's purr against his lips, that little sound of pleasure from the sultry fae sending delightful shivers racing down his spine. Knowing that he could bring her pleasure was a heady sensation; Scylla had always been a fiercely independent wolf who took care of herself, so knowing he could please her felt like an accomplishment. Their kiss lasted far too short for Sara's liking, but it was enough to give him a taste of her, to tease him and tempt him with the promise of more. The striped slate fae whispered against his lips, so close he could feel her every exhale against his muzzle. Did he ever think about taking revenge on her for the winter ambush? "More often than you think," the dire brute replied in rumbled, husky tones. Admitting to such fantasies felt like an admission of sin, yet Saracyn felt no shame for it. Why should he? Scylla was a sexy and attractive fae, any brute would fantasize about her having her way with them. He had just been lucky enough to get to live that fantasy. The fire burning in her eyes was mirrored in Sara's as he recalled their time in the snow, the memories further exciting certain parts of his anatomy.

She teased him and Sara couldn't help but grin and chuckle. "You know I did. You tasted exactly how much I enjoyed it." He was beyond feeling shame for what had happened. It had been hot, and while a younger Saracyn might have felt some sort of slight against his ego, the more mature Saracyn cared little for such things. The more mature Saracyn had come to realize a lot—including how much he actually cared for Scylla. They parted some so Scylla could sit up, and her words came as a bit of a surprise to Sara. This had never been about duty to him. Scylla had given him and Avacyn a gift, one they could never repay. This was not something he did begrudgingly and to think Scylla might believe he held that opinion... well, Saracyn was just going to have to show her how untrue that was. "This is no duty, Scylla," he remarked, following after her into the veil of darkness with a lecherous grin on his lips. "This is a pleasure. And I'm going to thoroughly enjoy every moment of it."

The giant crimson and ebony brute followed his slate and cream fae into the shadows of night, following her scent every step of the way like a hunter stalking his prey. Oh, but Scylla was no prey. This was more akin to two apex predators meeting. Their coupling would be glorious, witnessed only by the blood moon hanging overhead. In the dark, they could both let their innermost animalistic natures out and enjoy their mating to its fullest. With the setting for their tryst decided, Scylla teasingly asked who would top, earning her a smirk and a chuckle from Sara. By the time they were done tonight, he fully expected both of them to have topped one another at some point—but for now, he knew how he wanted to start things off.

Stalking up behind Scylla, Saracyn wasted no time wrapping his large forepaws around the svelte little fae's waist and hoisting her off her paws as if she weighed nothing, pulling her slender body to his while he turned and fell to his back across the soft grasses. Sara perched the diminutive fae atop of him straddling his belly, white-tipped paws rubbing over her hips and groping at her shapely ass, leering up at her with lecherous eyes and a toothy grin. "I don't want you to be gentle," he remarked as he gave her rump a playful smack. "You gave me a fun surprise, now I get to let you have your fun too." Saracyn sat up just enough to nip at the end of Scylla's snout and flick his tongue out across her nose in a playful kiss. "Don't hold back on me, Scylla, because I'm sure as hell not when I put you on your back next."

"Saracyn" & "Scylla"