Blood of the Ancients

Scylla warned him that if he had tried to harm her, they both would have died that night, even revealing to him the hissing serpent tucked away in the pouch slung across her body. Yes, this was true, but Scylla would still have died too. It was the mutually assured destruction that stayed his paw, though it seemed Scylla had chosen to keep him alive for different purposes. She had use for him, and he owed her a life debt now. "I do not underestimate you because of your size, but because you let me get close enough to kill you. Do you make it a habit of sleeping next to strangers you watch commit a slaughter?" Scylla seemed more than a little unhinged if she considered him a good bedmate, especially only minutes after they'd just met, but hey, who was he to complain?

As he vowed his loyalty to the Obscura Sovereign, the joy in Scylla's tiny face was evident. She now had what she wanted and he was still alive for it. The little striped fae came closer until their noses almost met, the difference in their size comical. He could practically scoop her up in his jaws and carry her like an unruly pup if he wished! But Scylla once more showed her dominance in this situation by declaring they seal their accord with a second kiss. And then her lips were on his, claiming his mouth with a hungry kiss. Nero gave a surprised murr that was quickly silenced by the invasion of Scylla's tongue in his maw, wrestling with his own. Scylla's taste was sweet, clean, feminine. It made the fur on the back of the massive behemoth's neck stand up as electric pleasure raced through his nerves. Gods, if only he wasn't injured, the things he would do to her...

Their kiss broke after several long languid moments, a sigh of enjoyment escaping the dire brute's lips. Scylla then stood and motioned for him to follow, and Nero did just that. His movements were slower than usual, a little limp from his injured back leg, but he showed no signs of discomfort or pain. Showing pain was a sign of weakness, and weakness meant death in his bloodline. Eventually they made it up to Scylla's den. She beckoned him inside and with a curious raise of a brow, Nero slunk into Scylla's den. He had to duck to keep from hitting his head on the ceiling, but he could fit. Nero maneuvered his way inside, peeking around the Sovereign's den while waiting for her next instructions. Why had she brought him up to her den space?