Pretty little poison

Erebos claimed that he wished for some of her sedatives and Scylla grinned. "For that, you'll have to pay Obscura a visit. My apothecary there is filled to the brim with all manner of wonders." Too many different things to carry around in her little pack, though she always carried a little something just in case. Nimble digits sifted through her pack until she removed a small clay crock.

The brutes remark about it being better to hurt brought a genuine chortle from the cobalt woman. "It's definitely easier. Hurt and Heal. Pleasure and Pain. Two sides of the coin though." Scylla had no doubt that Erebos would take his pack when the time came. He'd take it by storm.

His admission that they would get along great brought another grin from the fae and she opened the crock. "Let's find out, shall we?" Dipping one little toe into the concoction, she removed it, allowing the honeyed mixture to drip away before she quickly inserted said toe into her mouth. Couldn't waste this sort of thing, you know. After removing all of it from her digit, Scylla scooted forward on her belly, one paw reaching out to take the big brutes cheek gently. Then, with the confidence that was so very much Scylla Klein, she leaned in and kissed him.

Scylla worked to slide her tongue into his maw, sharing the honeyed mixture with him as well as her own sweet flavor. She tasted his in return and, when she drew back, she released a little hmm of pleasure. After the drug was delivered, Scylla moved so that she lay beside the giant man, but not close enough to touch. She wanted to watch the churning blue water as the waves played upon the sand. "Enjoy the ride," the diminutive woman purred. She definitely would.

"Scylla"