Blood Moon Date Night

The pair touched and stroked, their bodies sliding over one another, lust pure and unrestrained. Saracyn slid his most intimate of parts against Scylla's core and tempted her by telling her to tempt her beast. The woman threw her head back as she sank onto him, joining their bodies, a moan of pure ecstasy careening up her throat to be released into the night air. Now that they were one, Scylla's claws prickled the skin of the brute beneath her. The woman was in her element. Tempt her beast? Scylla was a beast. "My beast will call yours out, Saracyn." She would make sure of it.

Expertly the cobalt fae's hips rolled taking more and more into her diminutive body. She bucked and growled, not at all ashamed of the carnal pleasure that she was experiencing. There was no room in sex for shame. Not if you were strong ad Scylla Klein was definitely that. She reveled in the power that she held, her body being able to say whether her lover would experience bliss or not. She knew just how to twist her hips, just how to squeeze her inner hand for optimum pleasure. Scylla was a goddess of lust and she let the veil of her mortal mask slip away.

Each roll, each thrust, each heated caress turned the spring within her core ever tighter. She was filled so perfectly, so completely, that she wouldn't last long this first time. Thankfully, Scylla was an athlete in the bedroom. She would be ready to go again and again and again. She probably couldn't walk by morning, but it was a price that she was willing to pay.

One paw slid down the length of Saracyn's leg, grasping his paw in her own and placing it upon her hip. She did the same with the other, forcing the brute to hold on for dear life as she prepared for her final assault. The woman's muscles pulsed and she squeezed down tightly dropping the entirety of her minuscule weight down on the brute's length. A cry tore from her throat and Scylla came undone, hips moving of their own volition as she rode out her pleasure atop the man below. The edges of her vision went black with the ferocity of her orgasm. It was one of the best she'd had to date.

In time, the heady feeling of pleasure dissipated and Scylla could breathe once more. She stayed seated upon her temporary lover, staring up towards the sky above for a time as she regained her breathing. Once she was no longer panting, Scylla finally looked down at Saracyn's face, meeting his gaze with her own. The act had made her feel... a little emotional, again thinking of the 'what ifs.' Before she could think better of it, the woman spoke. "I think I could very well have loved you, Strawberry." Really, he should take it as a compliment. Scylla wasn't sure that she was capable of love aside from her brothers. Saying as much to someone that didn't share her blood... it was a big thing.

"Saracyn" & "Scylla"