Chapter 566: Scylla
Morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm hue across the room.
Brandon slowly woke up and turned his head to the side, expecting to see Scylla still sleeping beside him.
But the spot was empty.
The sheets were slightly rumpled, but she was gone.
Brandon sat up slowly, running a hand through his messy hair.
After the way she asked him to stay, he expected her to still be curled up against him in the bed.
He got out of bed, wrapped a towel around his waist, and walked quietly downstairs.
The villa was peaceful in the morning light.
The scent of something cooking drifted from the kitchen and Brandon followed the aroma.
He stopped at the entrance of the kitchen.
Scylla stood at the counter, wearing nothing but a simple white apron tied around her waist and the straps of the apron barely covering her full breasts from the sides.
Her thighs and ass were completely exposed, the apron doing little to hide her as she moved.
Brandon stood there for a moment in surprise as he didn’t expect her to be a type to do domestic chores.
Without a word, he walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest in a firm hug.
Scylla startled slightly at the sudden contact and her body tensed for a second.
"Master... Good Morning."
"Morning."
Scylla glanced down at his hands on her waist and a faint blush crept up her neck and ears.
She remembered what happened last night... she instinctively asked him to stay with her for the night and he did.
She cracked another egg into the bowl and stirred it gently, trying to focus on the task.
Brandon’s hands slowly slid upward from her waist.
He gently tugged at the straps of the simple white apron, loosening it.
The fabric slipped away easily, fully exposing her heavy breasts to the cool morning air.
Scylla blinked in surprise "Master?"
Kissing her ear, he murmured "I have always wanted to do this..."
Brandon’s hands moved to cup her bare breasts from behind.
He squeezed them gently, feeling their soft weight and warmth in his palms.
His thumbs brushed over her nipples, teasing the sensitive buds with slow circles until they stiffened further under his touch.
Scylla let out a quiet, shaky breath and her stirring slowed for a moment as she leaned back more against his chest.
Brandon’s lips brushed against the side of her neck as he continued to knead and tease her breasts.
He squeezed them firmly, enjoying their soft weight and warmth, his fingers sinking into the supple flesh.
Without a word, he reached down and untied the remaining straps of the simple white apron.
The fabric slipped away easily and he tossed it to the side.
Scylla’s breath hitched and she gripped the edge of the counter with one hand, but she made no move to stop him.
Brandon’s hands roamed lower. One stayed on her breast, squeezing and teasing her nipple, while the other slid down her toned stomach, tracing the defined lines of her abs before moving between her thighs.
His fingers brushed along her slick folds, finding her already wet pussy.
"You’re soaked," he murmured against her ear, "Just from me touching your breasts?"
Scylla let out a soft, embarrassed growl, "...Shut up,"
Brandon smiled against her neck and slid two fingers along her slit, spreading her wetness before slowly pushing his fingers inside her pussy.
Scylla’s breath caught sharply, her inner walls clenching tightly around his fingers as he began to pump them slowly in and out.
Her head tilted to the side, giving him better access as he kissed and sucked on her neck, leaving faint red marks on her skin.
"I thought you weren’t interested in any men... or sex, so I never made any move towards you." Brandon murmured against her neck.
His fingers curled inside her folds "You always acted like you only cared about fighting. But last night, youwere different."
Scylla pushed her hips back against his hand, silently asking for more.
"It’s just... that I thought no men would choose me," she admitted quietly, her usual bold tone cracking with vulnerability.
"Or want to be with me like this. I’m the musclehead who charges into battle screaming. Not exactly the type men dream about... or falling in love with."
Brandon kissed her neck again, "You’re wrong," he whispered against her skin, his free hand sliding up to cup one of her heavy breasts, squeezing it firmly.
"I’ve always seen you, Scylla. I see the woman who fights with everything she has. Who stayed by my side even when she didn’t have to."
He pinched her nipple gently, rolling it between his fingers as he thrust his fingers deeper inside her.
"Haanghh~" Scylla moaned softly.
"I never thought you’d want someone like me," she muttered, her voice breaking into a soft gasp as his fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot.
"So I... kept my distance. Acted like it didn’t matter."
Brandon turned her head slightly and captured her lips in a deep kiss.
"I do want you," he whispered against her lips. "I want all of you. The fighter. The woman. Everything."
Scylla’s breath trembled and her hand reached back, gripping his thigh tightly as her body started to shake.
"Master..." she gasped, her pussy walls clenching hard around his fingers. "I’m... I’m close-"
Brandon kissed her again as his fingers thrust faster while his thumb pressed firmly on her clit.
Scylla moaned into his mouth, her body shuddering as she came hard around his fingers.
Her pussy spasmed and gushed, coating his hand with her love juices as waves of pleasure crashed through her.
She leaned against him and Brandon held her close, kissing her neck and shoulder as he slowly withdrew his fingers, gently rubbing her clit.
Scylla turned in his arms, facing him fully.
Her eyes were hazy with pleasure, affection, and quiet longing.
She rested her forehead against his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"...Thank you," she whispered, almost too quietly to hear.
Brandon hugged her tightly, one hand stroking her back.
"You don’t have to thank me," he murmured. "Just... don’t hide from me anymore."
Scylla stayed silent for a few seconds, her body relaxing further into his embrace.
Pulling back from the hug, she looked at his face and a faintblush took over her face.
She leaned forward and placed a soft, almost shy kiss on his cheek.
The blush on her face deepened as she pulled back slightly, "I-I can do things like that to you, right...?"
Looking at her embarrassed face, Brandon couldn’t help but smile warmly.
"Yeah," he replied, his hand gently cupping her cheek. "You can."
He leaned in and pecked her lips.
Scylla’s eyes fluttered closed, and she leaned into it, her strong hands resting on his waist.
When they parted, she looked at him with a mix of relief and quiet happiness.
Her fingers traced small patterns on his skin as she stayed pressed against him, squeezing her breasts against his chest.
"...Good," she whispered, almost to herself.
Then, with a small smile, she added, "Because I’ve wanted to do that for a long time."
Brandon’s smile widened. He wrapped his arms around her again, pulling her closer.
One hand slid down to rest on her firm ass, squeezing gently as he kissed her forehead.
"You can do a lot more than that," he murmured. "Whenever you want."
Scylla let out a soft, embarrassed laugh and buried her face in his neck for a moment, hiding her blush.
"Let me prepare the breakfast for you."
Grinning, he gave a firm slap on her ass.
"Ah-" Scylla jolted slightly and a surprised gasp escaped her lips.
The sound echoed softly in the kitchen, followed by a faint red handprint blooming on her skin.
"Breakfast can wait, i want you now."
As he spoke, he removed the towel from around his waist, letting it fall to the floor.
His hard cock sprang free, pressing hotly against her stomach.
Scylla looked down between them and gulped "Master..."
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