First Tattoo (Chapter 1?)

Hey y'all! This is a new one for me! I really love Motherland Ft. Salem, but I have not broken into posting work for it yet, but I actually have this and another fic written for it already. If you like my work in the fandom or you wanna see more, why not give me the heads up!? I'm always accepting suggestions (No promises that anything will happen with them, but I accept them) and especially from you beloved patrons!

First Tattoo

With false bravado and all the borrowed confidence her measly credit could afford, Raelle barged past the shoppe’s purple and red tinted doors. She avidly reassured herself she could do this and that it was fine; that this too was somewhere she could conquer- nevermind that she had failed at conquering anything else ever. That, for the moment was irrelevant and had no bearing on her current situation. She had this! She could do this! Demanding confidence of herself, Raelle stepped up to the front desk and opened her mouth. “Umm, hello, I was looking to get this design-”

“Yeah, hold up a minute kid.” A bearded man covered in tattoos threw up a finger and picked up the phone to accept an incoming call.

“I!” Raelle wanted to snap, but she wanted this done, so instead she crumpled up her reference paper and stood patiently. It took a while, and the man seemed to be on a personal call, which was infuriating, but Raelle stood patient, her confidence only waining significantly by the second.

“Alright, whatcha want done?” He plopped the phone down carelessly.

“I… I was wanting to get this done? It’s  drawing of a-” Raelle held out the paper the rendition had been drawn on and he stole it away before she could finish.

“Eh, I like the bird skull, but you sure you want the flowers?”

“Yes, I am sure.” Raelle countered deadpan.

“Eh, probably not my thing then- unless you wanted it somewhere…”

“Maybe you have a woman on staff?”

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking.” He gruffed.

“Thank you.”

“Aye, Scyl, we got one for you.” He turned around and wattled off.

It didn't take long for the aforementioned 'Scyl' to march up. She was stunning and near instantaneously Raelle began to panic! How! How could one manage to hold a conversation with someone so stunning. In jeans and a flannel with the arms rolled up above her elbows, the artist's tattoos on what seemed like full display. The uninked skin was few and far between, but it made a breathtaking outline that patched together several smaller pieces and what looked to be the end of a upper half sleeve. The colors were mostly dark with seldom pops of color that left Raelle wanting to examine every inch. Her eyes were mostly entranced with the tattoos, but that only half felt to be because of how intriguing they were. The rest of it was her bright smile, the way her long bangs had been swept up and pulled into a tiny ponytail. It gave the artist a mild  angelic quality, as if an auburn halo had fallen ever so slightly and begun to blend in with her hair.

“Hey! I’m Scylla! Jimmy told me you were looking for something?”

“Ah- yeah~ I! Mhmm!” Raelle’s confidence was gone and as she tried to rob some from every corner of her brain for more, she seemed to stall out, failing with her words.

“Oh? All set up with a reference? Making my job too easy!” Scylla took the paper and began by looking over it. “Hmm… I like it, very… life and death; wicca n’ stuff.”

“It’s- it was a charm! A lucky charm- from my mother!” Raelle managed to yelp out. She however, had not managed to find any of that confidence she was looking for.

“It looks good, but I can see why Jimmy didn’t wanna do it. He’s more dragons and skulls than flowers. But, if this is what you want me to use as a reference, give me some time to copy it and print onto some transfer paper. I can squeeze you in right now.”

“Oh! Really! That’s great! Thanks!” Raelle chirped.

“Oh! And! Where did you want it?”

Fuck fuck fuck fuck! Raelle panicked! It was one thing just holding a conversation, but… but… she was going to have to take her top off, to- to let Scylla touch her! “Umm, right- I wanted it…” Raelle raised her left arm and pointed to her ribs just below and to the left of her breast.

“Ooh…” Scylla’s eyes glimmered with something either devilish or concerned, Raelle couldn’t tell. “You know that’s going to hurt, right?”

“Yeah! I can take it!” Raelle’s mouth wrote quite the check… she needed to check her bank account.

“Ok, Same size?”

“Mhmm.” Raelle nodded.

Scylla looked over the paper a moment before turning back. Her lips moved, but all Raelle could see was the way they had pursed while Scylla observed the paper. “One fifty work?”

“I- yeah.” Raelle murmured. That, she knew she could actually afford.

“Cool, sit on down and I’ll grab you when we’re ready.”

Raelle spent the next fifteen minutes anxiously checking her phone and praying that some more confidence would come to her out of nowhere. Of course, just as she felt she had summoned some, Scylla appeared, a fresh white sheet of paper with the design on it in blue. The confidence she thought she had found was no where to be seen.

“I’m ready to put it on you, but you might prefer we go into the back room for more privacy?” Scylla glanced to her coworker.

Raelle’s shoulders tensed a moment with confusion only to relax significantly when she understood. “Yes. yes, please.”

Scylla just waved Raelle over as she lead the way. She was stunning. Scylla didn’t much need to say anything, all she had to do was tun around and Raelle felt like she would be utterly hopeless to follow.

The back room seemed to be just a break room Scylla had pulled a folding bench into. She must have done it on a whim? Goddess she moved with such grace as she wiped the bench down. “Ok then, ready?”

Raelle nodded and inched her way over onto the bench. “Sit or lay down?”

“Whatever you are more comfortable with, just make sure I have access to where you want it.”

“Thanks.” Raelle looked, thought of laying down, decided against it, changed her mind, repeated the process a good two or three times, and then finally, she layed down.

“Anxious?” Scylla prepped and ordered her materials.

“Can you tell?”

“Only a little, but it’s going to be alright. For now, top off.” Scylla made a demanding whistle with the flick of her hand.

“Oh! Yeah! That- that makes sense.” Raelle rushed to pull her tank top off. It left her in just her sports bra, but that had to come off too if she wanted it in the right place. Just as she began to thumb at taking it off, Scylla’s gloved hand landed on her belly. She yelped and shivered.

“It’s alright. Nothing to be worry about. I can see it’s your first, but I’ve got you.” She offered kindly.

Raelle’s eyelids naturally began to feel a little heavy, but she focused on staying in one piece. “Thank you.” She shuttered.

“You don’t have to take your bra all the way off if you don’t want. Just move the strap up a little and I will do my best to work around it.”

“Is it better if I take it off?”

“Yes.” Scylla admitted.

Raelle removed her bra without another word. She tucked it in at her right side along with her tank.

“Just a little cold.” Scylla dampened the paper and pressed it to Raelle’s side.

Raelle bit her lower lip and tried to ignore how the chill made her feel completely on edge. Scylla waited a moment and held a mirror up for Raelle to see how it looked on her skin, how she felt about it, and if the position was good. “Perfect.” She smiled up at Raelle.

“Good. And any preference for color?”

“Just- just the traditional greenish?”

“I think it will look best like that.” Scylla offered.

“Yeah, that works then.”

Scylla hummed and readed her tattoo gun along with ink and moved into place. She moved Raelle’s arm behind her head with a subtle domineering quality, almost like she believed she owned Raelle. Needless to say, Raelle was having some trouble and some panic. Her hands traced down Raelle’s torso without touching anywhere they shouldn't. “I’m going to start now.” The gun started buzzing. “If it hurts too much, you can tell me, but taking a deep breath should help too. Just take it slow. Kay?” She rubbed her thumb gently over the skin just below Raelle’s breast and Raelle thought she would die.

Raelle just hoped that once the tattooing started, it would distract her enough to think about anything other than how her panties seemed to be growing tight and clung to her slight slickness. It was one thing to talk with and be touched by such a beautiful woman, it was a completely different thing to be handled so easily and with so much care.

When the needle first struck it only felt like a mild burn, like Raelle had touched a hot pan. Of course, it hurt, especially since it was on a sensitive part of her body, but she could take it. She could do this!

“Hows that? You doing alright?” Scylla pressed her thumb mildly harder against Raelle’s skin in a centering gesture.

“Mhmm!” Raelle tried less than convincingly. “Yeah, I- I’m good.”

“Good.” Scylla licked at he lower lip, and that image alone kept Raelle distracted for quite a while.

Scylla continued, working along the outline in smooth motions. The pain built more and more, but with a little gritting her teeth and sealing her eyes, she could handle it. She could at least, until the buzzing gun passed over her rib for the first time. Her eyes shot open as her breath hitched in a sharp inhale. The needle seemed to drill past her skin and rattle her very soul. It hurt, it stung and felt like the needle was buzzing far harder than she could handle. It felt like too much, but she remembered Scylla’s instructions. Slow and easy, Raelle inhaled a deep breath. After holding for just a moment, she began a lingering exhale. It helped, it still hurt and burned, but it helped, especially when she focused on Scylla’s thumb and its gentle circles.

“Good girl.” Scylla praised.

In an instant, Raelle’s lungs froze. What was breathing again? How was she supposed to do that? Oh goddess no! Her mind spiraled and thinking just felt harder and harder as something in her abdomen tightened and twisted. "Shh, it's alright, you've got this…" Scylla almost seemed to hesitant, but Raelle rejected such a reality as ever being possible. What was possible; undeniable in fact, that glimmer in Scylla's eyes, how it captured all of Raelle's breath, and kick-started her breathing again. "Good girl, you've got this." She added at Raelle just beginning to breathe again. .

Raelle bit her lip and reassured herself that there was no way Scylla meant it like that. Regardless of how she meant it, the words still left Raelle reeling and her her hips fidgeting ever so slightly. She just hoped the kind artist wouldn’t notice or be offended if she did.

The pain grew, and in time, Raelle’s breathing slackened. She lost the regimented pace that helped her power through. With short pained exhales, everything grew to be too much. Why the hell had she decided to do this again? Why over her side? So stupid! It hurt and-

“Hey.” Scylla swatted the center Raelle’s firm and commanding.

Raelle’s eyes filled with water darted to Scylla, all of her attention commanded. “Yes?” She nearly whined.

“Thought I told you to take slow deep breaths?”

“I- I just- I-” Raelle choked.

“Come on, you don’t want to be a bad-” Scylla bit her tongue. “You don’t want your tattoo to turn out bad.” Rather hamfistedly, she tried to save it but she failed. For the first time, she seemed fallible. For whatever reason, that tore Raelle to shreds. Because she was a gay mess, it tore her to shreads because she was a complete gay mess.

“Ah- I- f- fuck. Sorry, I-”

“It’s alright. Just breathe deeper. In… and out…” Scylla spokle with a slow calm patience and replicated what she wanted of Raelle herself. In a belabored demonstration, she took air in, and audibly exhaled- exhaled audibly- with… with a- Raelle refused to believe her ears. “Got it?”

“I-” With a face redder than her maroon sports bra, Raelle tempted the fates. “Can you show me again?”

Scylla rolled her eyes, but she complied. She complied and the second time around it felt nearly undeniable that she moaned with the exhale. “Trust me, it will help; make it feel better.” Her eyes flickered around and she leaned in just a little as if about to tell a secret. “I even know some girls who like getting them- especially places like here.” That domineering thumb traced just under the curve of Raelle’s breast, the first line officially crossed.

“You- you’re sure?”

“Mhmm.” Scylla nodded with the slightest bite of her lip.

“Ok then.”

“Do you want to try before I start up again?”

Raelle’s ears burned. “I- I think I got it.” She denied, too mortified at the prospect of moaning at all. The idea of doing it while the noise was not obscured by the buzzing machine only left her all the more terrified. She had been painfully transparent already, but that just seemed...

“Alright then. Be good.” Scylla winked.

When the artist returned to her work on Raelle’s battered and beaten skin, all the pain came rushing back in at once. It shocked and overwhelmed, but she had instructions to follow. Of course, she didn’t want to be a bad- or have her tattoo end up looking poor, so she followed Scylla’s instructions. She struggled with the inhale, her breath shuttered, and she fought through. It wasn’t till she was supposed to exhale- to do that! That was where she truly faltered. For a half second, she forgot how to breathe again. It was only Scylla’s touch; her free hand rubbing gently over her lower chest that reminded her. With immense hesitation, she let out a mousey moan. It helped. Just focusing on something other than the pain helped, but breathing; exhaling like that soothes the sharper pains.

“Good girl, there you go.” Scylla egged on and moaning- softly at least, felt much more natural.

Raelle allowed herself to get more into it, to take deeper breaths and exhale them a little harder. As she moaned, the burn seemed to change- it didn’t lighten, or disappear, but just enough that maybe she could understand why some people might like getting tattoos- especially in areas like that. The vibrations of the tool’s motor slipped up Raelle’s chest and through her breasts. The more she focused on her breathing, the more omnipresent the vibrations felt, the less the pain interfered with enjoying. Scylla’s free hand eased with a feather’s touch, her thumb traced along the curve of Raelle’s breast in a way that could be denied as nothing, but it felt far from nothing.

Raelle’s left hand balled up her hair in a fist and she pulled at it lightly as Scylla continued. She moaned a little louder and the needle traveled higher, to a more sensitive spot. It hurt, but fuck it only made her feel better. Pressing her thighs together, Raelle’s mind began to melt. Fuck! What might Scylla’s palm feel like grabbing her breast, grabbing and groping.

Slap! Scylla slapped firm and stirn at Raelle’s sternum. “Stop that.” She demanded. “You want this to look pretty, no?”

“Y- yes.” Raelle shuttered and pulled her knees up, pressing her thighs together as if that alone could hide her shame and arousal.

“Then stop squirming! It’s looking good, but if you wiggle anymore, I’ll have to tie you down.” Raelle’s eyes shot wide with shock at how effectively the thought overencumbered her thinking. To be… while the beautiful artist had her way with her. Raelle feared she might begin to drool.

“I- Ah- Sorry!” Raelle winced embarrassed and thirstful.

“It’s alright. Just don’t make me STRAP you down; not when we only have a little left.” Scylla popped the word with such emphasis… she- she couldn’t mean anything else could she? Raelle’s cheeks burned and vignettes of what it could mean played behind her eyelids.

“Yes- yes Miss.” Raelle choked and momentarily wanted to die. How in the world could she have mustered the courage to say something like that! What in the-

“That’s a good girl.” Scylla smirked and flicked the gun back on to finish her work.

Raelle fought to be better about not moving, but she did continue the breathing. Goddess… keeping herself still was a challenge as her heart raced and every portion of her resonated with the oscillating needle. Scylla seemed to move further up, closer to Raelle’s breast, and Rae thought she might break, that she wouldn’t be able to help but give in and hump anything to just get through all the sensations. Fuck! She just wanted to fuck!

“There.” Scylla announced and wiped the tattoo down with a paper towel damp with soap solution. It was cold and it stung, it left Raelle screaming out all the tension in her body.

“Haaahn~” Raelle shuttered.

“Mhmm… that sounded like it good.” Scylla winked.

“M- mean… you’re supposed to warn me when yo do that.”

“Supposed to.” Scylla rolled her eyes.

“Haa~” Rae curled up slightly.

“It looks good tho. Check her out in the mirror, I have to prep your wrapping.” She pointed behind Raelle where a body length vanity mirror had been set up.

Raelle spun around and placed her feet on the ground. She doubted the integrity of her knees; feared they were completely worthless gelatin that would crumple under her weight. Goddess, she knew exactly what she would be doing when she got home.

Scared of making a fool of herself by standing, Raelle just turned her side and eyed the tattoo in the mirror. It was beautiful. Aslo, there was the fact that she had been giving Scylla a reasonably nice view. Her breasts were never quite ‘big’ but they always seemed to do the job, and for whatever reason, they seemed to look particularly nice as she stared into the mirror.

“So? Whatcha think?” Scylla inquired from behind.

“It’s spectacular…” Raelle reeled. “I- I love it.” She gawked only to realize the artist would likely want to get paid for her efforts. “Oh- oh shit! I- I have my money right here- or I can pay with card if that is easier? Do I just pay out front?” Raelle rushed anxiously and picked up her tank to put it back on.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“I- putting my clothes back on to pay up front?” Raelle questioned herself under Scylla’s dominant tone.

“That’s great and all, but I’m not done.”

“Huh? But the tattoo looks great.”

“And it is, but it won’t look so great if you get an infection from not covering it up. Do- do you know anything about taking care of a fresh tattoo?” Scylla scoffed.

“I- ah- uugh… not really?” Raelle hesitated

Scylla half growled. “What are you doing next?” She half barked as she stepped up and around to slather the tattoo in ointment.

“Ah! Ohh… that- sensitive, but… feels nice.” Rae melted slightly. “I- I dunno? Gonna grab some dinner and sleep?”

“Fine then.” Scylla huffed and affixed some saran wrap over the tattoo.

“Huh?”

“You’re leaving with me.”

“I- ah, I am?”

“Yes; unless you don’t want to?”

“I want to!” Rae yelped.

“Good, then skip the bra. It will only press on the sensitive skin.” Scylla dropped her hand on the balled up fabric. Slowly, she pulled her hand back, giving Raelle an opportunity to object as she stole the underwear away. There was no way in hell that Rae was going to object. “I’ll give you this back when I know you will take care of my work.” Scylla winked and slipped the garment into her pocket. Just the tip of it hung out, not enough that it would be obvious, but it was enough that any keen eyed observers would have a chance at discovering what happened.

Anxious and embarrassed though thuroghly captivated, Raelle nodded. "Yes- yes Miss." She offered the term again.

Scylla smiled and relaxed at the term. "Good girl." She praised with a hand raising to caress along the skin between Raelle's tightly braided hair.

Raelle swooned and pressed her head into the touch.

"Very good." Scylla notted in a pleased little tone. "Now, put on your tank- unless you wanted me to parade you around town topless."

Raelle was mortified when she realized that some part of her adored the idea. She fought to suppress the arousal that flaired in her, the desire to be ordered around, demanded to walk around town without- no! No! She needed to focus! Not get lost in all of that! She whimpered softly as she grabbed the shirt and threw it on.

Scylla lead Raelle back through the shoppe and to the register where Raelle paid and tipped generously.

"Thank you very much." Scylla looked up at Raelle and back down to the money.

Raelle just babbled and blushed a little incoherently.

"Ok! See ya Jimmy! I'm clocking out." She called and took Raelle's hand as she lead the way.

Scylla walked with such confidence; even more so considering that she still had another woman's underwear half sticking out of her pocket. Each stride she took felt long and Raelle rushed to keep up. So excited, so eager, and yes also rather anxious, Raelle's mind raced with questions. She did well to fight them off for some time, but eventually a question just slipped out. "Where are we going?"

“Well, first, we are going to stop in here." Scylla stopped in front of a pharmacy. "We'll be getting some things here, then going back to mine- if you want of course." Scylla paused, leaving a moment's gap for Raelle to change her mind.

"I- well- I mean… I have to… you- you have my bra." Raelle flushed.

Scylla's eyes darted around uncertain. "You- you know I will give it back if you want- just… promise me you'll get some a and d ointment, keep the tattoo clean and covered, but let it breathe occasionally too."

Shaking with excitement, Raelle leaned in and whispered. "I- I don't want you to give it back till you have the full set scattering your floor."

Scylla stole Raelle's hand again. "That sounds wonderful." She cheered, rather gleeful as she lead the way.

In a blur, they ran through the store, gathering material to take care of the tattoo. Raelle had plenty questions, but she didn't want to miss a single moment of marveling at Scylla. The artist lead her out of the store and back down the streets.

Raelle was just about to ask how much longer it would be when they arrived at an apartment complex. With a simple “This’s me.” She snaked kees out from her back pocket and unlocked the door. They made their way up the stairs and to the artist’s apartment before Scylla put her key into the lock and paused. “You’re ok with this?”

“Completely.” Raelle affirmed.

“And you’re ok with something less than gentle?”

Raelle’s jaw fell a little slack. Her heart raced. She murmured a weak “Please.”

“Perfect, cause you’re my good girl for at least the rest of the night; longer if you are particularly good." Scylla grabbed Raelle by her hips and threw her back against the door. Raelle yelped but it was easily cut off by Scylla's lips on hers. Vicious. Her tongue was vicious as it darted right past Raelle's parted lips.

Raelle yielded with delight into Scylla's strong touch; her possessive grasp. She threw her arms up around Scylla's neck and pulled in closer, allowing herself to moan again as the burn of the new tattoo stretching stung at her side.

"Good." Scylla huffed into Raelle's mouth before taking her lip between her teeth. Sensually, she pulled back, the sensation of her teeth taking Raelle's lip with her melting her brain.

"'Cylla~" Raelle moaned and tried to follow the other woman's lips as they pulled away. She tried, but Scylla held her back.

"Impatient, aren't you?"

"F- fuck… Scyl… I- ah~" Raelle whimpered and struggled to keep her knees locked together rather than buckling.

"Impatient and eager." Scylla mused and opened her door. Raelle went stumbling back into the apartment only to be picked up by Scylla before she could fall. The pathways to the living room was a little tight, but Scylla was strong; stronger than Raelle expected, and somehow she was able to shuffle her into a bridal carry. It did nothing to calm Raelle. Her heart just raced all the faster. Fuck! She was soaked! She just wanted Scylla's head burried between her thighs! Or hers in Scylla's! Or! Both! Yes! Both! Both sounded good! Please goddess, please!

"You're quite beautiful all worked up like that…" Scylla teased as she marched into the apartment.

"Fuck! Please! I- what are you comfortable with? Just… please." Raelle blurted out. She didn't want to be put down, but she would have settled for it if only they could start ripping each other's clothes off with all the ferocity that pounded between her thighs.

"I'm comfortable with plenty. I was planning to make you wait… but…" Scylla's eyes darted to a door as she turned right for it. She nearly dropped Raelle as she fumbled with the handle, but somehow they stayed together and upright.

“Please…” Raelle whimpered.

“You are a beautiful needy thing, aren’t you?” Scylla stood over her bed, Raelle still hanging in her hands.

“What do you expect me to be after… after all of today? After…” Raelle looked away and Scylla lowered her onto the bed.

“Someone started to like it?” Scylla undid one button on her flannel, revealing just the tip of her breasts. Raelle's eyes were locked. “You were moaning the whole damn time… If you’d had been any louder, my coworker would have heard you.”

Raelle burned. “I! You! But you told me to!” She froze at Scylla’s touch. A gentle hand caressing up the outside of her thigh.

“You still did it, moaned your whole way through the session…” She traced her fingers back down Raelle’s thigh as her other hand undid another button. “Did you get wet? Are you all soaked, have you been needy for a while? Ever since you started squirming in my chair?”

“Scylla~” Raelle panted out and her hips bucked when Scylla’s hand slipped to grab at the middle of her inner thigh.

“Was this what you wanted… you beautiful creature, you?”

Raelle nodded weakly. “I- wanted- you.”

“Such a good good girl.” Scylla’s hand shot up to grab Raelle by her crotch. Fingers pressed firmly against her through her clothes. She demanded, without a word that Raelle; all of Raelle, was hers.

“Please Mistress.” Raelle tried the terrifying, tittilating, term. “More, faster. D- don’t make me wait.”

“We’ll have to work on that impatience of yours, but for now… I suppose you’ve earned a reward.” Scylla crawled onto the bed, over Raelle and pulled Raelle’s shirt off for her. She took one moment to admire her work with a tender thumb around the edge of the taped down cellophane. “It turned out beautiful.” She praised her own work as her free hand pulled Raelle’s to the buttons of her shirt.

“Mhmm… Scylla~ want- Ohh~” Raelle threw her head back and moaned as a thigh pressed against her crotch. She was hopeless but to grind against it, to ride Scylla’s thigh with slow rolls of her hips. She wanted more, Scylla’s fingers or mouth- fuck, she just wanted to feel any of Scylla against her rather than their clothing.

“Fucking sexy thing.” Scylla gruffed and lowered her hips to straddle Raele’s leg, bringing them to a comfortable tribbing position. “You have no idea how damned much I wanted to grab these that whole time.” Her hands both landed on Raelle’s breasts.

Scylla’s palms were warm, they had soft callouses despite her moisturized skin. Raelle wanted to feel the slight roughness lower, but she settled for pressing her chest up and rocking her hips. “Scyl~” Raelle panted out and desperately moved to kiss the artist again.

“More?” Scylla squeezed and pinched at Raelle’s breasts and nipples before returning the kiss.

“More!” Raelle demanded as she fumbled with the buttons of Scylla’s flannel and then down to her jeans.

Scylla nodded her consent into the kiss and matched Raelle with one hand as she continued to tease her breast with the other.

“Mhmm, fuck. Yes~” Raelle panted out when Scylla caught her nipple just right.

“Perfect.” Scylla mused and kissed down Raelle’s chin, her neck, her chest. She went all the way to take Rae’s peak into her mouth. She began with the smallest taunting lick timed with exactly with her fingers slipping down between Raelle’s tight jeans and her panties.

“SCYL!” Raelle screamed to the sensation of Scylla’s finger gracing her clit and her tongue swirling over her nipple. When Scylla sucked, and she pulled Raelle’s panties to one side, Raelle couldn’t help but whine. This! This was what she needed. The twisting in her belly proved it; that and the pleasure that surged through her.

“Good girl, so good.” Scylla nuzzled her face into Raelle’s breast, she seemed to be delighting in Raelle’s body and Rae couldn’t have been more delighted. At least, that was what she thought, but then Scylla began kissing and licking her way down the rest of Raelle’s body  as her hands slowly pulled down Rae’s pants.

Urgently, Raelle kicked off her shoes and helped Scylla wrangle her legs free. “I’ve been wondering how you taste…” Scylla kissed and licked around the tip of Raelle’s natural lower hair.

“Mhmm… fuck… please.” Raelle opened her legs and offered herself up fully.

Scylla lingered just a moment. She kissed the inside of Raelle’s thighs and left little teasing nips. Raelle hissed when the nips turned to almost painful bites. She knew she was getting off easy, that Scylla wanted to torture her just a little; to hurt her in what she could already tell would be the absolute best way. But, she was getting off easy. Scylla likely just wanted to go easy on her for a first time, especially after the tattoo session. She wouldn’t be this nice next time, and Raelle wasn’t sure if she should be eager or scared. What she was sure of however, the re would be a next time.

Her confidence only grew as Scylla worked her kisses back up to meet her lower lips. Scylla proved to be a caring lover when not more interested in mild erotic torture than pure pleasure- Raelle suspected she could make that work too however. Scylla’s tongue eased all the tension that had built in Raelle’s body. It quenched her every need and more as her sex drooled down her thighs and ass. With needy moans, she cried out her pleasure and dared to ruin the devil’s hair halo. She couldn’t help but use Scylla’s hair to guide her. It was just too much, and the ache of her needy sex demanded she show Scylla exactly how to deliver her to rapture. Scylla’s hair was just an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire as Raelle began hopelessly bucking her hips up into Scylla’s mouth.

She came- she felt like an explosion; a stick bent till it didn’t just break, but shattered and sent pieces of itself flying. Scylla licked her clean after Raelle went limp in the bed, panting with her decimation weighing on her. She sucked Raelle’s labia clean and left a teasing kiss as a soft goodbye before moving back up the bed. “You did so well.” She praised.

“Hahhnh~” Raelle moaned.

“Good girl, rest some. We can take care of your tattoo more later.”

“Mhmm… more sex?” Raelle cooed.

“More than you can handle little thing.”

The End