Between Scylla and Charybdis - Chapter 11. (Patreon)

(Content warning: 18+ 🌶🌶)

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.

‘You deny me when your body is already like this?’ He groaned. Scylla threw her head back, her lips slightly parted.

‘Please…’ she moaned.

‘Please what? Use your words darling.’ He pressed the pad of his finger down against the bundle of nerves at the top of her sex, sending a new wave of pleasure over her body, making it even harder for her to form words.

‘Shall I continue?’

‘Ahn! Please…, it feels…good.’ She pleaded.

Taking on a slow but steady rhythm, Charybdis massaged Scylla’s clit, steadily working her up. He observed the way her body curled beneath his touch, the smallest changes in her expression as her pleasure built. Her tail started to move in tune to his fingers, rubbing against his hips… and causing some problems. His cock was starting to unsheathe. Charybdis needed to move or this would become increasingly difficult.

He lowered his head to place another kiss on her taut nipple before a deep thrum resounded from his chest. The sound was alien to him, he had no clue how he’d even managed it, but Scylla’s body went completely slack in response.

‘Still your body, Scylla.’ The female relaxed at the sound of his voice and though the bucking continued for a moment, her tail eventually stopped rubbing into him.

‘Look at me.’

She did. Want and need coloured every facet of her expression. Charybdis raised his hand, lapping at  the juices gathered on his fingers and grunting his approval. Another tremble surged through her body as she watched him lick his lips.

‘Do you trust me?’

She hesitated for a bit, but followed up with the smallest of nods.

‘Say it.’ He commanded. It was cruel really, but he was a hag after all. Cruelty was in his nature.

‘Yes. I trust you.’ Her voice was but a whisper, but it was acceptable. He smiled, kissing his way down between her breasts until his mouth hovered over her clit. The sight of her was mouthwatering and his cock was throbbing, but in a way, he preferred it this way. There was one more trial, if he passed that one too, there was no creature in the ocean that would be able to stop him from claiming her. Until then, this would sate him just fine.

He sucked her clit into his mouth, straining to keep her body in place as her tail curled underneath him.

‘Diz!! Fuck!’ She exclaimed loud enough for it to echo off of the stone.

‘Much better.’ He cooed after releasing his hold on her.

‘Give into me, Darling. Focus on nothing else. I want you to come screaming.’

Repositioning himself, Charybdis went back to rubbing her clit with his thumb. Scylla whimpered for a moment, until she noticed his jaw unhinge…A long drawn out pause lingered between them before he sank down on her slit. Long caresses of his tongue served to ease her into the feeling and once she was ready, he sunk inside her. She was even sweeter than he had imagined. Tasting every bit of her, his tongue flicked deeper and deeper, until his fangs nearly dug into her tail. It wasn’t enough. He wanted more, but this was for her and he’d settle for the satisfaction of having her come around his tongue.

He steadied his efforts, syncing the press of his fingers and the movement of his tongue until Scylla was once again moaning underneath him. She started bucking into him and this time he made no attempts to stop her. Scylla’s hands wrapped between his tentacles, intertwining so she could better grind against him. Eventually they unraveled, draping from either side of his shoulders as she fucked his face.

‘Ugh, Diz… I think. Ah! Just like tha—at!’

He gave one little push more, curling his tongue upward and she came apart. Like he’d requested, she screamed his name. The fake one this body belonged to. A hint of annoyance surged in his blood that this female, his female, didn't even know his real name. It wasn’t her fault of course, but it needed to be rectified. Soon.

Her body shook, but Charybdis didn’t let up until she quieted down. When the trembling stopped, she sank down slack against the rock, panting with a satisfied grin on her face. Charybdis resurfaced, her juices as well as some blood coated his bottom lip and chin, the latter came from where his fangs had accidentally pierced into her tail. He licked himself clean, an unimpeachable look on his face as he sampled her some more.

She smiled up at him, completely fucked out and satisfied.

‘You have done that before.’

‘Would it make you unhappy if I told you that is indeed correct?’ Charybdis pulled up beside her, draping a hand to rest on her neck as his thumb ran circles over her throat. ‘Cause if it does, then I shall swear on my good conscience that it was beginner's luck and requires no skill whatsoever.’ He grinned.

‘I don’t mind.’ Her gaze lingered on his for a second. ‘But can you be satisfied if it’s just me?’

‘Just you?’ Did he detect a hint of uncertainty in her voice? Why? ‘Dirty thing, we're not even mated yet and you’re already suggesting we bring in extra people?’

Scylla rose up, her ears pressed flat to the side of her face.

‘No you idiot!’ Embarrassment rose to her cheeks and she slammed a fist into Charybdis’ shoulder. Over and over again.

‘Aw! Aw! Stop! I yield. Wounded. Mercy! I was kidding!’ Every word marked another flash of pain, yet he couldn’t help but smile.

‘Please don’t kill my patient.’ Both Scylla and Charybdis rolled over with startled looks on their faces. Gaia floated at the entrance of the cave, her arms crossed and a cheshire grin from ear to ear. Scylla darted away from the platform while tidying her fins and stroking her scales back into place.

‘We were just.- Uhm. How long have you been here?’

‘Long enough to dread an invitation to whatever you two were concocting. I don’t mean to be a stick in the mud, but he needs to rest.’ She pointed an accusatory finger at Charybdis. ‘And Scylla, you are required to oversee preparations for the Moonsorla.’

‘Right.’ Scylla let out a ragged breath. ‘I knew I was forgetting something.’

‘You didn’t forget as much as you were hiding from it.’ Gaia spat back. ‘Forgive her Diz, she will be going now.’

-

Scylla couldn’t even protest, before Gaia shoved her out of the cavern.

‘What in Leviathan's name was that?!’ The petit female barked once they were far enough out of earshot. ‘I thought you didn’t want to get mated!’ She gestured in the general direction of the cavern. ‘What has changed?!’

‘I still don’t!’ Scylla retorted. ’I don’t want to get a mate.’

‘Oh please, when I first came back to check, he had his tongue down your throat and you were a breath away from calling him ‘daddy.’’

It felt like a rock hit the bottom of Scylla’s stomach. ‘You saw all that?!’

‘Gods no! I left again. Almost immediately.’ As horrified as Gaia pretended to be, she couldn’t wipe the smug look from her face. ‘He’s—-  not bad looking.’ She grinned.

‘Yeah.’ Scylla agreed. ‘He kinda snuck up on me.’