Between Scylla and Charybdis

Chapter 11. *

Charybdis pressed his chest down upon the female's tail, blocking her from moving. The pain in his back was but a vague and fleeting memory at this point. An inconvenience he'd gladly put up with for a little while longer if it meant holding Scylla close like this.

He'd told nobody about his run in with those pirates before. Who was there to tell besides the skeletons in his lair? Besides the stone that made up his home? There were countless more stories just like that. Charybdis liked to intercede in the fate of others. To watch them squirm in the aftermath of their own decisions.

In fact, he did watch those men die. Every last one of them. He watched as the ocean took them. Only the captain was spared the fate of drowning. Charybdis kept him locked away in a bottle, only to lose that bottle some fifty years later in a cave in. Charybdis briefly wondered whether he was still underneath the rubble somewhere, tapping at the glass.

Scylla, though young in years, had wrenched more information out of him than any before her. How bold she had become in such a short amount of time. How perfect and wonderful. She wanted him. He could smell it on her and it sparked something primal within himself like no female had ever done before. Gaining access to this pod was the initial goal, but Scylla was a grand prize all by herself. If nothing else, he'd have her before the ritual was through. His cock throbbed in his sheathe, it almost hurt more than the quills still lingering in his flesh

The disappointment he felt when she called him off though, was immeasurable. Pure agony of the sweetest kind. He made up his mind then and there.

'I still want my reward.'

Scylla's small frame writhed underneath him as she met his gaze. Her eyes, though still dilated and glazed, reflected a hint of curiosity. It was time to give her a taste of her own medicine.

Charybdis lowered himself, parting his lips around one of scylla's breasts and slowly dragged his tongue around the outskirts of the scales there. A small arch of her back gave him enough room to slide a hand underneath her waist and pull the female closer until her lower body was flush against his. It didn't take long for her scales to give way, exposing a hardened nipple. Charybdis greedily fell upon her, taking the nub between his lips and suckled.

'Ah!' Scylla wanted to muffle a cry, trying to raise a fist to her lips, but Charybdis had her hands pinned besides her body. He ran the length of his tongue across the bud again before disconnecting and slowly shifting his gaze to her.

'I want to hear every sound you make, princess. If I can't have your body yet, you will give me your voice.' With the pads of his thumb and index finger, Charybdis teasingly pinched Scylla's flesh until she moaned again. Every vocal response to his ministrations was rewarded by whispered sweet nothings.

'That's it, moan for me.' She obeyed him so sweetly, granting him more of those angelic sounds. He flicked his tongue in an almost snakelike manner past her ribcage, savoring every taste of her.

'Good girl.'

The muscles in his back protested the abuse he was putting them through, but he ignored the pain, choosing instead to focus only on her. He pulled himself up high enough to claim her mouth, pressing his lips to hers in a heated kiss. Without any resistance, her lips parted for him, allowing him to slide his tongue inside. Such a quick learner she was. So mouthwateringly perfect and eager.

One of his hands snaked between them, gently raking the tip of his claws past her scales. This was all new to her still, but her innocence wasn't the same as naivety. She knew all too well what he was after. Her body tensed when he reached her slit, the edges of which were nice and puffy already. He pulled free from the kiss, downcasting his eyes to glance at her sex. Mindful of his claws, Charybdis ran a finger up her slit, pleased at the slick already gathered there.