Let's Get To Know Each Other

Scylla's light laughter was starting to become infectious, and each time he elicited a giggle from the tiny fae he found his own lips curling upwards at the corners too. Yes, he was a confident bastard, but you needed to be confident in life to survive. Doing anything half-hearted or unsure was a surefire way to get yourself taken advantage of or killed. Scylla's remark about drinking blood being outside her fancies, but then mentioning killing a lover mid-coitus did earn her a raised brow from the gargantuan brute. He didn't even doubt the validity of that claim for a second knowing the kind of wolf Scylla was. Now that was a story he wanted to hear! "Is that so? How afraid for my life should I be?" he teased her back. Should he be concerned that she'd want to off him the moment he impregnated her? His gaze lingered on her shapely ass. Hmm... it might still be worth it

Nero's lustful gaze couldn't help following the wiggles and movements of Scylla's svelte body as she made a show of herself while talking about how motherhood had filled her out nicely. Yes, he had to agree with her there. Nero obviously hadn't known Scylla before, but he could greatly appreciate the curves of her hips, the supple roundness of her rump and chest, and the smooth planes of taut muscle in between. A perfect hourglass shape that demanded to be handled with eager paws. Hey, Nero was a red-blooded brute, sue him for imagining what being under her tail would be like. But then she mentioned liking the pups' father and how she otherwise would've stolen one to be her heir and Nero... he felt something twinge inside him. Was it jealousy? He couldn't say. Nero had never felt jealousy before. But hearing that Scylla still appreciated the brute that had knocked her up already stirred something possessive inside the ancient dire brute. A primal urge to stake his claim and his dominance to ensure Scylla never thought of this unknown brute again while he was around.

When Scylla asked for his opinion on their future offspring Nero gave a pensive huff as he considered what their genes would create when blended. "If they inherit your mentality and my physicality, then I fear for the rest of the world what we would breed." A deep chuckle rumbled in the Goliath brute's chest as he shifted to lie a little closer to Scylla, being bold and daring to push the envelope a bit with her. They had slept together before so closeness was no stranger to them, but the intimate and explicit intentions were growing between them now. Nero reached a giant paw across to take Scylla's into his own, turning them so her petite paw was resting atop of his, showcasing their immense size difference. "If my genes are all you require, then why not take them now?" It was a fair question. Nero was indebted to Scylla. If she wanted his DNA to breed powerful heirs, she could have them at a whim. Aurelian eyes locked with mismatching sapphire and obsidian, seeking the truth behind her intentions. Scylla wanted more from him than just his seed. That much was becoming clear.

"Scylla & Nero"