Let's Get To Know Each Other

Scylla's laugh was airy, lyrical even as she enjoyed the humor in his remark about her genetics. Nero, who had never cared whether others enjoyed his presence or not, found that he quite liked the way she laughed. The little striped fae gave a playful wiggle of her shoulders, catching Nero's attention to her movement, and commented on how her whole clan was attractive. Nero gave a thoughtful hum deep in his throat. "Is that so? Well, your family reunions must be quite the spectacle then," the great behemoth chuckled. He was teasing her, letting his guard down and slipping off the gruff mask he always wore. That continued as he regaled her with his origin story. Nero wasn't the emotional sort, but nor was he deliberately guarding or hiding things as he told her his tale.

When he made mention of his past paramours and their grim fates at the demands of his primordial seed, Scylla seemed almost amused by the notion. Challenged, even; like this was some sort of feat for her to accomplish. She told him to let her worry about that and the massive arctic brute gave a sound crossed between a hum of acknowledgement and a wicked snicker. "Don't say I didn't warn you," he said very matter-of-factly, a sly smirk sitting crooked on his muzzle with gold eyes flashing mischievously. "At the least I can promise you the best fuck of your life, even if it is the last one." Cocky, confident, but not misplaced. Nero knew he was large and there were no wolves like him around. He knew what he was capable of doing to a fae. If Scylla truly wished to bed and breed with a primal beast, he could deliver her greatest fantasies. It was up to her to pay that price though.

After their banter about himself, then it was Scylla's turn. Nero listened quietly while the elfin fae told her story. She won Obscura in a drunken brawl, which got a lopsided smirk and a rumbling chuckle from the giant brute again. She was so full of surprises, that Scylla... Shrewd as she was dangerous. She called herself unclaimed when it came to a mate and confirmed Nero's suspicions. Scylla didn't strike him as the kind to take a mate. She seemed to enjoy her freedom far too much to tie herself to one. Amber gold and mismatched slate and sky eyes met with mirth in them when she described herself as difficult to handle also. "I can't imagine why. Is it the mannequins, or because they're afraid you'll cut their throats in their sleep and drink their blood?" he teased her in deep playful tones. Nero was clearly unafraid and unintimidated by Scylla's deadliness or eccentric personality. He'd slept in her den with her unguarded and he was still alive. If she wanted him dead and he was meant to die by her paw, then it would be so. The fact that his heart was still beating meant Scylla wasn't the one to take his life.

What surprised him the most though was when Scylla said she did have children out in the world. Aurelian eyes widened and Nero was about to ask when Scylla explained for him. She served as a surrogate to another couple and gave up all claim to the pups. It was... an oddly generous thing for the Klein queen to do for another. This was a very different side of Scylla's multifaceted personality he hadn't seen before. Then she was remarking on how one couldn't tell she was a mother and emphasized the slim, toned form of her svelte body with a wandering paw that Nero's eyes gleefully followed down her feminine curves. A lecherous smirk played on the ancient brute's lips as his eyes roved appreciatively over her form from shapely rump to feminine face. "Not at all. But knowing that, I can see where those hips and ass came from," he remarked with a touch of carnality rumbling in his tones as he admired how motherhood had emphasized those supple features in her body in all the best ways. Scylla was quite the MILF and even more appealing to Nero knowing she desired his genes for her future children.

"Scylla & Nero"