Let's Get To Know Each Other

And entice him it did. The imaginative delight of the svelte little Sovereign enjoying her ride with him was arousing to say the least. Picturing her relaxing, freshly fucked, calmly watching as her lover/victim gradually succumbed to her poisons almost had him salivating. That degree of power and control spoke volumes of the little enchantress. Their paws continued to weave in between one another's, Nero's massive paw acting more as a bedding for Scylla's nimble digits to caress and explore between. The size difference between just their paws was comical. He could not deny how nice Scylla's touch felt though. Dexterous toes curling and stroking between his own, exploring him and studying him like he was one of her pet projects. She described life as a challenge, but before the behemoth brute could respond, she was already beginning to contradict herself.

She leered at him with a venomous gaze and sternly stated that she didn't have anything to prove. Nero couldn't help the scoff that immediately slipped from his nares, the edges of his lips turning up at her display of sassy defiance, more amused than intimidated by her icy retorts. She took her paw back from his and stood to look him in his eye. The gigantic brute remained lounging where he was, feeling no need to rise and stand above her, though perhaps it might remind her to be wary of who she spoke to. Confidence and recklessness were separated by a fine line, one Scylla was skirting dangerously close to.

When she rebuked his words and insisted she took whatever she wanted, then threatened to take something from him, Nero simply held Scylla's mismatched gaze with an icy, unyielding stare of his own, his smirk slowly melting off his face like frost in the sunlight. "Everyone has something to prove. Even you. If you didn't, you wouldn't have taken a pack. You wouldn't be invested in growing it. Your actions betray your words." Nero tipped his head to one side, looking at the challenge in her eyes with a curiosity. He'd poked a sore spot. But why was this the nerve that broke her mask? Nero was deeply curious. "I know you're not foolish enough to believe you're above the laws of nature. Nature always has balance. For every take, something is given—willingly or unwillingly." Nero shifted to roll to his belly then, placing all four of his paws beneath him braced against the ground. Would the little striped fae feel froggy enough to try something spicy? "You are free to try to take something from me, Scylla. But what are you willing to risk to try?"

"Scylla & Nero"