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Cracks in the thin windows allowed for the howling wind to echo around the empty building, leaving chills on anyone who passed through the corridors. It was… unusual. For such elaborate housing, the average person would have assumed the residents of the manor to have no issue with affording a replacement - and yet they never did fix them. They simply let the draught through. They let it explore each room, it soon seemed to die down as it caught even a glimpse of the contents inside.
The sound seemed to be a blessing to one of the residents’ ears. If one really let their imagination roam, it almost sounded like someone screaming their lungs out. She could almost picture it: the person’s desperate grasps on their surroundings as they tried to break free from their torture, the way the voice slowly got quieter as their lungs grew more and more tired of the constant noise and even the slow break in that person’s character, once they realised there wasn’t a way out.
The image made a small smirk grow on her face - just a tiny one. Despite being in the safety of her home, she never truly let herself fully fall victim to her emotions. To her, it made it much easier to be manipulated; she just simply couldn’t let that happen.
She stalked through her house slowly, methodically avoiding each of the creaking floorboards she’d learnt the location of over years of living here. It was a hobby of hers - to see how far into the house she could get before the other resident became aware of her presence.
The thought of the other caused a sudden stop to her steps. For a split second, it seemed as if the wind stopped too.
The air… smelt different.
Well, it always smelt different - at least in comparison to her childhood home. Before, she grew up with the scent of death. Whether it was the roadkill her father and brother liked to eat, or the taxidermied animals from some of her first-ever hunts, the smell of death clung to her still. Now, with her ‘roommate’, the place always smelt of something… colourful? There wasn’t a single word she could think of that could describe the other’s scent.
However, in the current moment, even that smell was gone. It was replaced with something thicker, clinging to the air like the vines on the brick walls outside. In a way, it seemed almost feral. A curious expression painted the girl’s face, her steps starting up again in an attempt to get closer to the scent.
Entering what used to be a tidy bedroom, the black haired girl set down her bag to look at the wreckage: scratches lined the floorboards and ripped some of the vintage wallpaper; the duvet and pillows had been thrown around the room, stuffing still slowly floating down; the faint imprint of fangs on the headboard and finally, in the corner of a room, a curled figure surrounded by a collection of plushies and what used to be the bedsheet.
The girl took a slow step forward, taking a deep breath in before speaking, “… Enid?”
Ever since the girl went away for the weekend to visit her family, Enid’s texts to her had been abnormal. Where she would have sent a voice note of a ten-minute ramble, she’d type back a quick three-word-long response. Where she would have spammed emojis that the other would glare at, she’d send one at best. Even their usual phone calls that would usually last a good half hour ended before even reaching five minutes, always being cut off by her “remembering a chore she forgot to do”. She never remembered those things by herself.
“Enid? Are you… alright?” She asked, taking a step forward and peeking at her from over the bed.
The werewolf’s shoulders heaved, sweat having fully dulled the colour of her shirt. Her arms hugged her knees, her claws flexing uselessly at her shoulders as if she needed a violent safety precaution to keep herself together. At the sound of her name, Enid looked up, and her eyes grew wide at the sight of the other girl. She shook her head, fangs flashing before she could even register what was happening, biting down on her bottom lip in an attempt to silence the noise trying to escape her. The evidence she’d seen was enough; Enid was going through a rut.
“Wednesday, don’t.” She ordered, her voice raspy and raw, “I-… I don’t want to hurt you…”
Wednesday tilted her head, a slight grin growing on her face, despite her best attempt to stop herself. She climbed over the bed to get closer to Enid, looking down at her. She tilted her head to the side with a raised eyebrow.
“Enid… mio dolce lupo… The only harm you’d do to me is denying my help with this…” Her voice was low, her eyes narrowed as she got closer.
The werewolf scrambled back, fear written across her face, “I’m not- I can’t control it, Wends! I could really-” Her speech was cut off, as her claws extended, drawing small droplets of blood from her palms, “... I could really hurt you…”
Wednesday moved forward, covering the last bit of distance between them, and crouched down in front of her. Carefully, she tucked a wet strand of hair (that was clinging to her forehead) behind her ear, using the movement to drag her finger down her jawline. She stopped at her chin, using her pointer and her thumb to make her look up at her. A small whimper came out, causing Enid to look away with a flushed look on her face.
“Do you really think that has ever been an issue for me?” The psychic asked, her voice calm. The question was provocative, a challenge - they both knew it was.
Watching her intently, Wednesday could see the way her eyes burned with desire, the way her hands twitched towards her with need. Yet, despite all that reassurance, she still hesitated - her softer personality clashing with her rut’s hunger.
“... No,” She began eventually, looking up at her with dilated pupils, “I just- I don’t know. I don’t want to… lose myself? I still remember all Miss Capri taught me back at Nevermore. Alphas have a chance to go into a rut, and it is extremely dangerous for the people around them, so I should always-”
Her ramble was cut short by a thumb being pressed onto her lips. Enid looked up, a confused expression on her face. Her gaze was met by Wednesday’s, lips curled into the faintest trace of a smile - half-mocking, half-inviting.
“Trust me, if anything were to go wrong, I’d have no problem stopping you, Enid. All I need from you is a little obedience…” Her eyes darted to the side with a smirk, “If I wanted restraint, I would have gotten with a werecat-”
The growl that tore from Enid’s chest interrupted the sentence far before its finish. In a blink, fangs flashed and bit down on Wednesday’s thumb. The black-haired woman watched the action closely, staring at the two bleeding lines running down the finger.
Enid was the one who broke contact, pulling back with a gasp, “Wednesday!” She exclaimed, caressing the small injury she had just caused the other, “Wends, I’m so sorry!”
“Shhh…” She hushed, her expression softening at the sight of just how worried the other was. To reassure her, Wednesday lifted the thumb to her mouth and sucked the blood out, “See? I’m fine. Besides…” Her voice grew quieter, as she wasn’t sure whether her next words would scare the other, “I’ve never been against a bit of blood…”
Watching this happen, Enid’s jaw hung open, her face becoming even redder. The two made eye contact - one shocked, one amused - waiting to see which one would break first.
One…
Two…
Enid leapt forward with a low growl, toppling over Wednesday and pinning her against the floor. Her hair (despite short) formed a curtain around their faces, the eye contact remaining between the two. And in that precise moment - the werewolf still trembling with the fear of hurting her, the psychic egging her on - they finally agreed: this was happening, each party interested for their own reasons.
Lifting a hand to cup the other’s cheek, Wednesday felt the other’s boiling body temperature for the first time. She already knew werewolves ran hot, but this was another kind of high. In fact, she had to fight a quiet wince from the touch.
“Cara mia… I can’t imagine what this must’ve been like for you…” The black-haired girl whispered, pulling the other’s face down into a gentle kiss. Enid could only let out a whimper in response, fighting her instincts to deepen the kiss.
Wednesday hummed at the feeling, smiling into the kiss, “That’s it…” She began, her words breathless, “See? You are able to control yourself just fine…”
A rumble escaped Enid’s throat, angry that their lips were apart for so long. She crashed their lips together again, the kiss this time being sloppy. The psychic gasped at first, but quickly went along with it. She moved the hand that originally cupped her face to the back of her head, using her free hand to slowly push herself off the floor.
Once upright, Wednesday broke the kiss once more, leaning her forehead against the other’s. She opened her eyes, watching Enid’s pupils swallow up the last remaining ring of blue. Now, the only thing her eyes spoke was desire.
“Stop it.” The werewolf mumbled, her voice barely audible as her lips turned into a frown.
Wednesday pulled her forehead away, looking the other up and down with a teasing glint to her eye, before speaking up, “What? I didn’t quite catch that, Enid.”
She let out a huff, making sure her fangs showed as she talked, “Stop teasing me.”
The smirk on the black-haired woman’s face was razor-thin, cutting straight through the heat that hung heavy between them.
“Teasing you?” She echoed, her tone smooth and measured despite the audible quickening of her breathing, “Ma chère, I’m merely testing whether you really want this. I don’t want to push you too far…”
Enid’s claws retracted once more, leaving a scratch in the floor, before sliding up to grip Wednesday’s hips. Her hands trembled as she failed again and again to hide them so as not to hurt the other. The closeness, the taste of her still on her tongue, the unbearable urge to sink her teeth into that cold, pale skin - it all knotted in her chest until it spilt out into a loud whine.
“My love…” Enid’s voice cracked as she buried her face into the crook of the other’s neck, taking in her scent, “If you don’t stop, I’m going to lose it. Lose it… at you!”
“That’s fine, mio dolce lupo,” Wednesday’s response was immediate, low and deliberate. She ran her hand through the werewolf’s hair, leaning in to whisper in her ear, “Lose it for me.”
With how loudly the two were breathing, it was hard to miss the way Enid’s breath stuttered. Her grip on Wednesday tightened, breaking skin ever-so-slightly, yet she still held back. She pulled back, looking into Wednesday’s eyes with doubt; her entire body was shaking due to the effort she put into holding her desires back.
Despite her competitive nature, Wednesday broke eye contact first to tip her head. It was just enough to display the vulnerable flesh of her skin, her dark eyes still glittering with command.
Enid’s breath caught. For a heartbeat, she could only stare at just how exposed the other was leaving herself. It was practically unbearable at this point, the way her natural instincts sparred with the boundless tenderness she held for the girl in her arms. Wednesday didn’t flinch, didn’t show one sign of retreat. In anything, she leaned in closer - daring, demanding.
That was what finally cracked the dam inside Enid. With a strangled sound, she lunged at the other: not with violence, but with desperation. She pressed her lips to Wednesday’s throat, kissing the skin as if to ask for forgiveness before she acted. Her hands locked at Wednesday’s waist, pulling her tight against herself. Heat seemed to radiate off her body in waves as her breath ghosted over the delicate spot where shoulder met neck.
Wednesday shivered, her eyes lowering to watch the other, her hand gently caressing the other’s head. “That’s it,” she whispered, voice thin with anticipation, “You’re doing amazing, cara mia…”
Trembling, testing, tensing: Enid’s fangs grazed her skin. She let out a low whimper, torn between any remaining restraint and her all-consuming desires, the sound vibrating against Wednesday’s pulse. Just when she thought she’d lost all sense of control, the other tilted her head further, offering more - demanding more.
That’s what did it for the werewolf.
The bite penetrated, slow and deliberate: a sharp sting, teeth piercing skin, the rush of heat as Enid finally sank her fangs in. Wednesday gasped, her hands clutching tight in Enid’s hair. She liked pain (who didn’t know that fact), but it took a great effort to ground herself in the burn that spread like fire from the wound outward.
Enid held her as if she were something sacred, still trembling even as she finally gave in. She bit deeper, careful, until the taste of copper filled her mouth. Half-hunger, half-devotion, a low groan escaped her - the claim she had resisted was now inevitable.
Wednesday exhaled, the sound not one of pain but of satisfaction, serene even, “Good girl,” she murmured, her voice shaking with breathless delight.
Enid whined at the words, her fangs sinking just a fraction deeper. It was as if the praise itself had undone her all over again. And in that moment, with blood on her tongue and Wednesday against her, Enid knew she hadn’t just bitten - she had marked.
Even more, she had been allowed to.
For a moment, there was nothing but the rush of blood, the pounding of both their hearts and the heaving of chests. When Enid finally pulled back, her lips stained dark, reality came crashing down. Her eyes widened, horrified, her breath catching as she saw the mark she had left; she fought the darkening of her vision at the sight of blood.
“Oh my god!” she whisper-shouted, voice breaking as her hands fluttered over Wednesday’s shoulders, as though touch alone could undo it, “Wends, I-I didn’t mean- I couldn’t stop-”
Wednesday’s hands shot up to catch Enid’s wrists, halting the franting motion. She brought her hands down to their laps. Her grip was firm and grounding, a dark satisfaction gleaming in her gaze even as her pulse raced from the bite, “Do not apologise.”
Enid froze, eyes watering up, “But I hurt you! I-”
“You marked me,” Wednesday interrupted to correct her, lips curling at the words. She lifted a hand, fingers grazing the fresh indentations in her neck as though they were precious jewellery, “Do you think I have not been waiting for this? Anticipating it? Every restraint of yours has been an insult to my patience!”
The gulp in her throat could be seen from a distance, guilt and desire tangled in her expression, “You… wanted this?”
Wednesday’s eyes darkened further, her smirk sharp but softened by her honesty, “I have wanted you in every way, ma chère. I have done so since the day you stopped being irritating and became essential…”
Breath hitching, the words seemed to detonate inside her chest. She simply stared at Wednesday, waiting for her to retract them, but she didn’t. Her gaze was steady, unwavering, as though she had just uttered the most ordinary fact in the world.
With a sound somewhere between a sob and a growl, Enid leapt forward once more, capturing the other’s mouth in her own. The kiss was messy, nothing like Wednesday’s measured control - and yet the psychic met it with equal hunger, both hands threading into Enid’s hair to yank her closer.
Enid pressed Wednesday’s back against the bedframe, unable to bear even a breath of space between them. One hand went around her neck, the other at her waist, ensuring the two were as close as they could be. She kissed her harder, lips and teeth colliding in a desperate claim, her fangs brushing dangerously close to Wednesday’s bottom lip as she struggled to balance desire with her usual tenderness.
The black-haired woman broke the kiss just long enough to breathe, her lips swollen, her eyes practically ablaze with pleasure, “Yes,” she whispered, her voice cracking due to the lack of oxygen, “That’s the Enid I’ve been waiting for.”
A low growl rumbled in the werewolf’s throat, deep and low, before crashing their lips together once more. She had finally fully let her instincts take the reins.
But now, her body felt too hot, too tight, as if every muscle would rip apart if she stopped touching her partner. The kiss deepened even further, the line between want and need fading before their very eyes.
Wednesday didn’t retreat; she met every action with deliberate precision, letting Enid choose the rhythm yet guiding it all the same. The press of their bodies was dizzying: the way their breaths were in perfect sync, the way they could feel the other’s heartbeat against their skin and the way the psychic knew the werewolf wasn’t completely fulfilled with just a kiss.
Wednesday drew back just enough to look at her, eyes gleaming, “You need more than this,” she muttered, moving a hand down to the waistband of Enid’s shorts, “Let me help you, cara mia…”
Flustered claws retracted and dug into skin, earning a slightly-pained laugh from the psychic, “My love, I’m so sorry! That must have hurt-”
“Enid.” She interrupted, the werewolf shutting up as soon as her name was called, “I told you, I don’t care how much you hurt me. If it helps you stop feeling like…” She paused to tuck a sweaty strand behind her ear again, “... this, I’m ready for anything. The question is, are you?”
A short moment passed, Enid’s ears turning a shade of red as she processed the question in her head. The two had hooked up before, many times, but the situation was different here - at least to her. Who knew what would happen to her body during a rut? She was already feeling something forming in her underwear, but she didn’t want to admit it.
Eventually, she nodded, pulling her hands away from her girlfriend to take off her shirt, slowly. Having been both home alone and going through this, she’d chosen to go without a bra. It was the most comfortable option for her, plus, she hadn’t exactly been expecting any of the events of today to occur.
This sudden nudity, of course, caught Wednesday off guard, but she tried her best not to let her face reveal this. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Enid and picked her up, moving her over to lie on top of the bed. If they were to do this, she didn’t want her to be uncomfortable, especially in such a vulnerable moment. Next, she took off her own shirt, wanting them to at least be treated like equals in this.
Enid just watched this happen, having to swallow part of how much she was salivating. Licking her lips, she had to practically dig her claws into the mattress to stop herself from leaping at the other. It was difficult, but she managed, despite the whine of impatience that she didn’t even notice had come out of her throat.
Once the psychic was on top of her, the werewolf instantly turned them over, dragging herself down her body. Her fangs bared, Wednesday could feel every little movement down her skin, failing to suppress a shiver. Enid looked up, searching for a sign that would tell her whether to stop or keep going, earning a stroke down her head. With a happy smile on her face, she bent her head down to the bare body below her.
Seeing the bite from before, she paused to place a soft kiss on it - an apology for what she’d done, and for what she was going to do. She then moved to another part of her neck and bit down. Feeling the arch of Wednesday below her, Enid knew she could keep going. Once the copper taste reached her senses, she broke contact to lick the wound clean.
She kept repeating this action, leaving a trail of red spots down to her chest. With each new bite, the werewolf would look up to those dark eyes, making sure she was allowed to keep going. Enid’s rhythm began to steady. What had started as uneven, desperate motions had turned into something almost ritualistic - bite, taste, soothe, wait. Each mark was deliberate, more a promise than a wound.
Wednesday lay as still as she perfectly could, eyes half-lidded. No amount of time pretending to be dead could ever make her able to not squirm in this moment. She watched each action of the werewolf: the tremor in her hands, the way her expression flickered between hunger and awe. When Enid paused again, uncertain, Wednesday reached up and brushed a thumb across her jaw.
“You seem to be writing your devotion into my skin…” Wednesday murmured, “One mark at a time.”
Enid swallowed hard, the heat in her chest catching on the underlying approval threatened through Wednesday’s short speech, “I just- I need you to know,” she said softly, “that you’re mine. But… more importantly… I need you to know that I’m yours.”
Wednesday’s lips curved, faint but so genuine, “You seem to be under the impression that I’ve ever belonged to anyone else.”
That earned her a weak laugh - a shaky, tender sound that cut straight through the haze of the moment. Enid rested her head against Wednesday’s chest, the air humming with warmth and the beginnings of exhaustion.
Wednesday lifted a hand and tangled her fingers gently in Enid’s hair, “You’ve made sure to mark your territory,” she said, voice quiet, “Now, will you let me mark mine?”
Enid perked up at the sound of that, her expression showing just how flustered she was. She opened her mouth to speak, but was instantly interrupted by the psychic, “Oh come on… You really think I haven’t been able to feel the bulge growing in your shorts? I’m surprised you’ve managed to restrain yourself so long. A good girl like you deserves only the best of treatment for such good behaviour.”
With that, the two rolled back to their original position on the bed - Enid lying bare, Wednesday admiring her from above. Then, the black-haired woman started sliding down, placing soft kisses as she moved down.
Enid’s breath was still hung up on the statement from Wednesday. She looked at her, confusion and surprise flickering across her face before understanding settled in. No matter how many times she had reassured her that she wanted to help her through this, she could never be fully convinced.
“You… actually want to?” she asked softly.
Wednesday looked up, tilting her head with a smirk on her face, “I can’t see you suffering like this. Besides, you’ve made your claim, mio dolce lupo. I most certainly intend to make mine.”
Enid swallowed hard, her pulse jumping beneath her skin, “If you’re sure…”
“I don’t ask questions when I’m uncertain about things like this,” Wednesday replied, laying her chin on her stomach as she looked at her, “I’m asking because I want to hear you say yes.”
That drew a smile from Enid, shy and a little breathless, “Then yes,” she whispered, “You can.”
Wednesday nodded in satisfaction at the response. She lifted her head and hooked her fingers on the waistband of her shorts once more, pulling them down slowly. As she did this, she kept looking up at Enid, making sure she was still certain about this. No matter how much she herself wanted this, she couldn’t just force the werewolf to do this. If she wanted to somehow deal with it on her own, she’d listen and back off. However, as she saw no refusal as she kept going, a smile appeared on her face.
She pulled the shorts completely off, leaving Enid in her underwear. It was quite obvious that she wasn’t prepared for all the physical changes that happened during a rut (Wednesday made a mental note to spend some time researching it for her), having worn female underwear that looked like it was about to snap. The black-haired woman looked up at her, looking as if she was about to laugh, but the other was not so impressed, shown by her obvious avoidance of eye contact.
Enid let out a nervous laugh, cheeks flushed red as she played with her hands so she’d have something to do, “Okay, don’t laugh at me!” she exclaimed.
Wednesday’s smirk softened into something closer to affection, “I’m not laughing,” she said, voice low as her eyes flicked from Enid’s face to her underwear and then back again, “Merely taking in the evidence of your… enthusiasm.”
That earned her a choked sound halfway between a groan and a laugh. Enid dropped her head back against the pillow, trying to hide the grin that slipped through by biting into her own arm.
The psychic placed a kiss on the other’s inner thigh, keeping her mouth close to her skin as she spoke, “You have nothing to be embarrassed about, ma chère. Your instincts are certainly inconvenient, but they are also honest. You’d do well to stop apologising for being what you are.”
With that, Wednesday started taking the woman’s underwear off, watching as the penis slowly rose to its full size. She looked up once more for reassurance, but could only see Enid’s covered and flustered face. She let out a sigh, which the other seemed to have felt quite strongly due to the lack of distance between them, this showing in a shiver accompanied by a muffled groan.
“Arm off, Enid.” She instructed, looking up at her, “I want to be able to hear you. You have avoided my phone calls far more often than preferred. I missed your voice…”
The werewolf looked down at the other with wide eyes, swallowing a large gulp. She remained still for just a moment before removing her arm slowly, nodding slowly to allow the other to continue.
Content with the action, Wednesday raised her head above the erection, opening her mouth to let spit fall on it. They weren’t often the ones to require lube during sex, so they never spent the money to invest in it. Besides, through a few trials, they found that spit worked perfectly fine. She looked at the other as she moved her hand to spread it down the full length.
Seeing no objection, she began to move her hand up and down. The action instantly had Enid squeezing her legs around the black-haired girl, not having expected such sensitivity. As Wednesday’s movements began to speed up a little, she couldn’t stop herself from letting out a moan. She went to cover her mouth from embarrassment, but the other had been watching her carefully, instantly using her other hand to stop the action.
“Cara mia, what did I say?” She asked as she looked at her sternly, her hand never stopping its movement.
Enid bit down on her bottom lip to stop another moan from escaping her as she tried to speak coherently, drawing the smallest droplets of blood, “That.. mmph~ That you want to-” she cut herself off to let out another moan, “... t-to hear me.”
Wednesday let the other squirm under her touch for a little while longer before speaking again, “You’re endearingly self-conscious for someone who was practically devouring me earlier,” she said dryly, “Presumptuous of you to think you’re the only one allowed to be unrestrained here.”
With that, she moved her head down, her lips at the tip. She placed a small kiss on it, earning her a whimper, before she opened her mouth. Wednesday was about to lower herself when she was cut off by a gasp, causing her to look up. Seeing it was just the other reacting in response to the stimulation, she continued with what she was doing.
The action drew a soft, helpless sound from Enid - somewhere between a whimper and a growl. She was trembling, trying to breathe evenly, but every brush of Wednesday’s lips undid her composure all over again.
“Wednesday…” Enid breathed, voice breaking on the name. It wasn’t a protest — it was a plea.
Unfortunately for the werewolf, she craved more noises from her. With such a silent, empty house, they had full reign of just how loud they could be - might aswell take full advantage of it. She started moving her head up and down on the dick, making sure she was slobbering it up as much as possible. Not having used many toys in their sexual endeavours, Wednesday wasn’t exactly sure about how painful the process might be for her, so she chose the safer option.
As she sped up her movements, Enid finally let out the noise the psychic had been waiting for - a moan. It wasn’t loud (or as loud as she’d wanted it to be), but it showed progress. She smiled at the sound, lifting her head up and off the erection. A whimper could be heard due to the lack of pleasure, but the thirst-filled look Wednesday flashed her was enough to keep her patient.
Wednesday started taking off her trousers, a nervous sigh failing to be muted. While she was fully ready for whatever level of insanity Enid’s rut brought to this moment, she couldn’t help but feel vulnerable: not only were they unclothed, but Enid seemed to have not known she’d be retracting a penis from this.
Enid froze immediately, her hands twitching before she pushed herself up from her lying position. She placed a reassuring hand on Wednesday’s shoulder, a shy smile on her face. For all the haze still clinging to her, instinct made her attentive to every little shift in the other’s demeanour, every subtle hint of hesitation.
“Hey,” Enid murmured, leaning her head on the black-haired girl’s shoulder, taking in a whiff of her scent, “You don’t have to be scared. I’ll be careful with you - promise.”
Wednesday turned her head to look at her, genuinely surprised by the gentleness in her tone, “You make it sound as though I’m frightened,” she said, managing a faint smirk.
Enid paused to admire the other for a moment before speaking, “Maybe not scared. Just… what’s the right word for it?... Overthinking? You do that sometimes.”
The words seemed to have loosened the tension between them, Wednesday letting out a soft exhale. Her body visibly seemed to loosen once she herself had been reassured.
“Very well,” she muttered, “Then don’t hesitate. Just… mind your strength.”
Enid nodded at the sound, instantly launching herself at her neck to place kisses where she’d previously bitten. The blood was beginning to dry now, but she still treated them with the utmost care. As she moved further and further down, she gently lowered Wednesday onto the bed until she was in the same position she had been in moments previous.
Once she reached the area unexplored by bloody bites, she rose to a position where she was now on her knees, her hands on either side of her legs. Enid looked into the dark eyes she knew so well, making sure Wednesday was still as sure as she had been about this at the start. Seeing a nod, she grabbed her dick and placed it near her opening.
Hearing a breath being taken in preparation, Enid knew it’d be best if she somehow tried to talk her through it, just like how she had done for her beforehand, “Wends…?” she asked, making sure she had her attention, “I-I’m sorry if it hurts, okay?”
Wednesday let out a shaky exhale of a laugh, wrapping her legs around the werewolf’s back, “Mio dolce lupo, I told you, I’m ready for whatever you need, as long as it helps you feel better.”
Enid nodded with a gulp, still not reassured about the potential of her losing control. Despite that, she also didn’t want Wednesday to think she viewed her as weak. So, she grabbed her penis by the base and started to push it into her opening.
As soon as that happened, Wednesday let out a short wince of pain and raised her arms to wrap them around Enid’s back. Hearing the noise, she instantly turned to the other to make sure she was okay, but she just nodded to tell her to keep going. She looked down again, not wanting to see the potential pained expression on the psychic’s face as she went deeper.
They both let out a quiet sigh before Enid continued, making them look at each other with a small smile. Moments like these always reminded them that they were in this together, that this wasn’t solely for one of the two’s pleasure but both.
Unserious moment over with, the werewolf began to inch herself deeper into Wednesday. The deeper she went, the shakier the other’s breathing got, and the more the other dug her nails into her back. Feeling this, Enid lowered herself to be closer to her, trying her best to comfort her pain with her body heat and closure.
“... Thanks…” Wednesday whispered, wrapping her arms tighter around Enid’s back.
The werewolf lowered her head so that she could whisper in the other’s ear, “I can’t have you passing out on me!” she muttered in her ear, placing a soft kiss on it before she continued.
With her full length in, she heard Wednesday’s attempt to cover a moan. To say the sound filled her with adrenaline would have been an understatement. She began to move back out, slowly, and the sound echoed in the room again.
“Fuck, Wends…” She groaned out, her head buckling into the black-haired woman’s neck, “Who would’ve thought you could sound like that..?”
A dig of nails in Enid’s back was the response to the question, and it spoke enough - shut the fuck up. Enid laughed at the thought, trying to picture what kind of grotesque threat would have followed.
“Enid.” The psychic warned.
“Wednesday~” The werewolf mocked back.
“Stop it.”
Enid grinned against her skin, the sound half growl, half laugh, “You love it when I tease you,” she whispered, breath warm against Wednesday’s throat, “Besides, you started it.”
Wednesday turned her head to look at the other’s face (or well, as much as she could see with how close they were), expression cool despite the flush that had begun to paint her cheeks, “I… tolerate it,” she corrected, though her voice trembled just enough to betray her.
“Sure you do,” she whispered, thrusting in and out to force a noise of pleasure out of the other, “You’d have thrown me off by now if you didn’t.”
Wednesday was still recovering from the movement she had just felt, “You are being so unfair, cara mia. It is so clear just how much you are mistaking my restraint for fondness.”
Enid dragged her fangs from her jawline down her neck, “Sure I am…”
The psychic let out a sigh, wrapping her legs tighter around the other, “Are you seriously forcing me to say this?”
To keep up the clueless act, Enid let out a little whine as she spoke, “I don’t know what you are talking about~”
A moment of silence reigned in the space between them, the air charged with challenge - the two had entered a battle of stubbornness. Wednesday’s gaze was sharp, unblinking, every inch of her radiating quiet defiance. Enid, on the other hand, met her stare with a wolfish grin, clearly refusing to back down. The psychic’s fingers tightened subtly against her back, leaving a slight sting behind; the werewolf answered by pressing herself just a little more against her, daring her to speak first. The standoff felt endless - a contest that tested both their patience and pride - until, at last, Wednesday’s composure cracked. She exhaled, with a shake of her head, and whispered the words she’d sworn she wouldn’t.
“Enid, stop teasing me and just fuck me already.”
The girl being addressed let out a giggle, brushing her head against the other’s neck, “Well, since you asked so nicely… How can I refuse?”
With that, Enid began to thrust in and out, her speed slowly picking up. After each movement, Wednesday would be left unable to stop herself from making a noise, letting out pants, whines and moans - basically any noise of pleasure. After a little while of gaining speed, the werewolf couldn’t hold herself attached to the other well enough, leaving her with no choice but to have to bite again.
“Wends…?” she asked in between pants.
“Yes-” Wednesday’s answer had been interrupted by another moan, “What is it, ma chère?”
The nickname made her let out a groan of pleasure; it sounded so much more arousing in this exact moment, “... Can I bite you again?”
A disappointed exhale could be heard from the girl below, followed by her moving a hand up to tangle it in her hair, “Stop asking such stupid questions, Enid. Just do what makes you feel good, alright?”
Enid didn’t even let herself form a response to that, simply bit down and began to speed up even more. The animalistic craze was beginning to take over her, and she couldn’t stop herself. She was glad she had asked to bite down to support herself, because she knew that otherwise something around them would have been covered in claw marks and broken.
“... Fuck!” Wednesday exclaimed, pulling on the girl’s hair slightly, “Just like that, Enid!”
The werewolf nodded obediently, like a dog to its master, and did just as she asked. She continued at the same speed, making sure her thrusts went as deep as she could get them. Wednesday’s moans could be heard throughout the room, which helped Enid’s orgasm begin to build up. She could feel it forming in her stomach, which brought a smile to her face - finally, she could be free of this constantly horny feeling.
A growl left her throat as she let go of the skin she was holding on to, leaving a bloodied mess on her throat, “Wends-” she was cut off by a groan, “Wednesday, I think- I think I’m gonna cum!”
Despite her own sounds of pleasure, Wednesday made sure to reassure the girl that she was allowed to do it, “That’s- my good- girl,” she replied, each part cut off caused by some kind of gasp or whine.
The words seemed to drive her into a crazed frenzy, making her pick up the speed to help herself finish. Each thrust grew faster and stronger until, suddenly, she felt her entire body shaking. Enid finished quickly, some white liquid spilling out from the hole due to the sheer quantity. She fully collapsed on top of Wednesday, and both girls left covered in sweat and panting.
For a long while, neither of them spoke - each too tired after everything to bother to do anything besides breathe. It was the only thing audible in the room, an uneven sound that was slowly finding its rhythm again. Enid’s entire body trembled from the effort; every muscle in her arms and legs ached, and she didn’t even dare to move more in case she pulled something.
After several long minutes, Wednesday was the first to break the silence. She moved her hands around the werewolf’s shoulders; that way, she was embracing her partner. “You did well, Enid,” she whispered. Her voice, still rough around the edges, carried a calm that immediately seemed to settle the crazed air between them.
Enid nuzzled herself into her shoulder, realising her movement was rather limited by the knot that had formed at the base - clearly the two would be like this for quite a while. After everything, emotions were at an all-time high, and she wasn’t sure whether she should laugh or cry, “I… didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Not even close, mio dolce lupo.” Wednesday’s thumb began to draw small circles on the other’s back, the finger every so often brushing against slightly-raised skin, “You were careful, just as you promised. I’m… proud of you.”
The last admission seemed to catch the two of them by surprise, noticeable by two quiet gasps, but the black-haired woman didn’t show even a subtle sign of retracting it.
Enid’s breath hitched. “Really?” she asked, turning her head to admire the other girl’s face.
Wednesday nodded once, despite the ache it brought to practically her entire body, “Control is difficult. You managed it, even when instinct demanded otherwise.” She paused, her tone softening further as she squeezed her once, “Rest now. You’ve earned it…”
Enid exhaled, her body finally relaxing and allowing her to melt into the other girl. The psychic’s hands remained where they had been before, occasionally twitching due to muscle ache.
Praise and affection were shared in such a tender moment between the two, grounding them both in the quiet that followed.