Thread by @Caudlewag

Scylla girlfriend for @AgainJo!

Your scylla girlfriend is exceptionally handy, though 'Handy' might not be the most effective term. Her tentacles are always multitasking, always doing something. There always seems to be one for you, however, curled close to caress.

Your scylla girlfriend's lower body is sea blue, split off into eight thick tentacles of surprising dexterity. They wander over your body as you sit together on the couch, suckers kissing bare skin where they can, her arms just two more appendages to encircle and hold you close.

Your scylla girlfriend can breathe water. She loves going to the pool, or the beach in the afternoons when you can see the sunset. She moves as easily in water as she does on land, tentacles gently waving, sometimes she likes to play Marco-Polo but it hardly seems fair.

You often find yourself covered in circular marks. They roam around your arms, over your tummy, and tenderly around your neck and under your chin. When people ask, you site birthmarks or other things, keeping the truth of your scylla girlfriend's affections for yourself.

Your scylla girlfriend knows when you've had a bad day. It is then that you find yourself smothered in affection. Smooth, cool tentacles swarm around your body until it's hard to remember where she ends and you begin, surrounded in gently kissing touches, a scylla's hug.

You imagine that waking up next to your Scylla Girlfriend is a bit like what trees feel like around vines. Her touch has grown over you in the night, intruding into personal places, wrapping and winding, expanding and contracting as she breathes deeply. You're going to be late.

Your scylla girlfriend tells you tales of the undersea world, of whalesongs and wavemancers, the kinds of things the world above has never seen. She wraps around you as she talks, smelling softly of the sea, and says none of these wonders is worth you. Her squeeze winds you.

You find when you leave for the day, that you still feel the ghosts of your scylla girlfriend's tentacles wandering over your body. Probing tendril tips and softly smoothing suckers lather lovely touches across your form, until you get home, and she fills that need.

Your scylla girlfriend's version of tag is different from most. She sets her tentacles at you, and you see if you can get away. It's like fighting water. The second you unwind one appendage, another takes its place, dragging you closer, nearer. She always wins. You don't mind.

A lovely, aquatic bit of amore!

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