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she's a superfreak, superfreak - Wessex - 04-07-2019 It’s later. And if Wessex recalls correctly, she owes And now she isn’t bothered by all of that. Now, it’s more of an ego thing. Who wants her. Who she can top. So Wessex, for the first time in her life, walks in the Rathskellar, where she’s heard Edy has taken over. The Ascended silently walks over to the bar and leans on it, patiently waiting. She has all night. RE: she's a superfreak, superfreak - Edrei - 04-08-2019 As soon as Wessex enters, Edy's eyes fall upon her like a predator to a flit of movement. Her pearly-whtie grin is feral but wildly excited. There'd been so much shit that had happened between, oh you know, her captain dying, the spire being breached, basically exploding (sorta?), and the Voice being freed (whatever that meant, it all seemed the same to Edy as it had before), there'd been surprisingly little time to think about the back-from-the-dead blonde babe. But then she just went and strolled right in and Edy wondered how it was she'd ever managed to get her off her mind in the first place. [say]"Is this the part where I say, come here often?"[/say] The no-longer teenager trilled, leaning against the bar as well with a mischievous smirk. RE: she's a superfreak, superfreak - Wessex - 04-10-2019 SO much shit has happened. Resurrections. Spire-tops exploding. Magic falling. Death. It’s some small miracle that Wessex is even there to look at Wessex leans a little bit closer, closing the gap between the two women, but not quite close enough to make a move. Yet. RE: she's a superfreak, superfreak - Edrei - 06-05-2019 [say]"Just a pesky hole that needs to be plugged. I'm sure you're more than up for the task."[/say] Edy replies instantly, her pupils dilating like some hardened street-cat as Wessex leans in. [say]"Although a lesser woman might be offended. Orgasmic bliss on the battlefield and then you don't call? You don't write?"[/say] Grinning lasciviously, Edy shrugged her bony shoulders. [say]" But that sounds damn near perfect to me."[/say] She added with a wink. Running a fingertip in suggestive circles along the bar, Edy tilted her head slightly to the side. [say]"So how'd the fire feel?"[/say] The Launceleyn asked with a slight tilt of her head. [say]"The fucking best, yeah?"[/say] RE: she's a superfreak, superfreak - Wessex - 06-08-2019 Her systems clock Wessex reaches out to grab the hand that's making circles on the bar, catching it with a quick movement. Looking straight at the younger woman, she entwines their fingers and brings Edy's wrist to her mouth, where she draws her tongue and teeth across the smooth skin in a long, slow, seductive caress, pressing just hard enough to tease the promise of more. To smell the fire in the not-teen’s skin. “Like I held life and death in my hands,” she replies - for it was, for her. Fire would kill her. She plays with the enemy and she likes it. “Show me what’s back there.” Her head jerks slightly towards a door leading from the bar to elsewhere. RE: she's a superfreak, superfreak - Edrei - 06-12-2019 Whether or not Edy could have bested Wessex' speed in the bar, away from the sun and its pesky effects was anyone's guess (though only a moron would have thought Edy was in anyway faster). Even so, the Launceleyn girl didn't flinch, though her eyes did tighten a touch and perhaps darken a shade. The feeling of pressure makes the Launceleyn draw in a breath. Across the bar a man whistles and without missing a beat, Edy plucks a shotglass with her free hand and hurls it across the room where it shatters over his head with surprising accuracy. The fire-mage knows what those teeth promise and she'll be damned if she lets some drunken farmer ruin her fun. [say]"Back there?"[/say] Edy purrs, raising a brow. [say]"Nothing but that hole 'needs pluggin'."[/say] She adds with a salacious grin, spinning her fingers in Wessex' grip to tug the ascended along behind her. RE: she's a superfreak, superfreak - Wessex - 06-20-2019 Wessex laughs at Edy’s antics. Fire runs in every fiber of her being, doesn’t it? Put that man in his goddamn place. She takes a look over her shoulder and flashes the drunk a bit of her fangs. He recoils, and it is oh-so-satisfying. But not as satisfying as that dark room will be… Following the younger woman’s lead, Wessex comes ‘round the edge of the bar and into the back. Once they’re inside and hidden from prying eyes, she stops and moves to pull Guess that’s what happens when you do some hardcore flirting and then die. Just can’t get them off your resurrected brain. RE: she's a superfreak, superfreak - Edrei - 06-20-2019 Edy lets herself be taken, even if she isn't really. Here in the dark Wessex certainly had the advantage, but that doesn't mean the Launceleyn-girl couldn't do some significant damage if she wanted to. Still, the need to dominate could be soothed by the act of domination, and though Edy was indeed strong-willed, she was always happy to succumb to a confident touch. The fire-mage's fingers find their way around Wessex's waist and the not-teenager straightens within her grasp. [say]"There's more to play with, than just fire."[/say] Edy purred against Wessex' ear. She didn't just mean her body either (although obviously she did mean that as well). But the power she could share with the blonde was just as intoxicating as anything else that might pass between them. To underscore her point, Edy reached a hand back, her fingers fumbling and eventually landing upon a chair. Though the Launceleyn couldn't see, she knew that didn't mean the ascended couldn't. In an instant, the chair was simply gone. Disintegrated. RE: she's a superfreak, superfreak - Wessex - 06-22-2019 That’s part of the fun, isn’t it? Knowing that the other is playing half-nice, despite the very real damage they could do. Trusting that the person with their hand around your throat is going to ease off when tapped. There’s a certain amount of trust involved in domination, but we won’t go into that. Trust is… complicated for the two of them, one can imagine. Edy’s hands find their way to her waist, one of her own wrapped similarly, the other moving to the back of the girl’s neck, underneath that wild mane of hair. There’s more, comes creeping into her ear and Wessex hums a little upward note of questioning in response. She looks over The barkeep is a font of mysteries. She's going to keep exploring till one of them uses the safe word. RE: she's a superfreak, superfreak - Edrei - 06-26-2019 Edy doesn't recoil, doesn't relent. Instead she meets Wessex force head on, but her movements speak of experience. Tension, heat, pressure; it isn't about just slamming your face against someone else's and hoping it gets them hard, wet, or both. There is no hasty click of teeth, no lips ground so tight that the blood is squished away leaving on thin white lines. What there is though, is calculation. Her tongue slips forward, dragging along one of Wessex' fangs. The pressue is more than enough to slice through the layer of pink causing a line of blood to bloom. Not enough for orgasmic darkness, not enough for a transfer of powers. But enough to entice. Hopefully, anyways. [say]"Always."[/say] Edy crooned. On the table behind them was a potted plant. Dexterously Edy plucked a stem, twirling the bright green leaf between her fingers. Shifting her gaze towards the woman in her arms, Edy raised a brow. As she did so, the petal wilted, turned black, and finally to dust. RE: she's a superfreak, superfreak - Wessex - 07-01-2019 The metallic tang of blood, slight as it is, sends a knee-jerk reaction through Wessex: her hands tighten their grip, she growls in the back of her throat, and perhaps most importantly, the need rises. They part long enough for If the not-teenager will allow her, she seeks the waistband of Edrei’s pants, moving to slide down to her core, to dip between her folds and then inch back up to her clit. This is also a form of power, and Wessex wants to overwhelm her - keep her coming back for more. RE: she's a superfreak, superfreak - Edrei - 07-02-2019 Edy's lips turn upwards in a snarl, her eyes like black suns that burn in the dark for the amazonian presence nestled against her. The teeth against her skin feel like claws and for a moment she wishes that they were. Wessex's restraint and control is perhaps the most alluring thing about her; a predator with the mind of a warrior. It makes the Launceleyn's heart pound and distractedly Edy wishes that similar blood ran through the ascended's veins, if only to feel her soon to be fuck-buddy pulsing just as strongly against her. But there is only the stillness that Edy once felt with Lucas, the physical reservation, the lack of the organic mechanics to make this truly an orgasmic experience for them both. She has heard there is a room, the one the prissy-seeming woman built as some sort of entertainment house that allows the ascendeds to— —inhaling swiftly, Edy's fingertips tangling against and through the tufts of Wessex's blonde hair, a silent laugh appears on the not-teenager's lips as the ascended presses her fingers into the already wet and swollen folds of Edy's lips. Toes curling, one of Edy's hands distractedly searches behind her for something she can break. Finding a vase, magic surges from her fingertips just as the ascended finds the nub of her clit, making the smashing of the glass sound all the more satisfying. Pressing the pads of her fingers into the sharpened points hard enough to make blood drip into her hand, Edy hitches herself forward to give Wessex all the room needed to continue her ministrations. r Placing her fingers into her mouth and pushing against the wound to encourage the blood to flow, Edy leans forward with all the primal grace of a creature basking in the scent of the kill. Her tongue and the blood thereupon meaning to reciprocate the sensations Wessex's fingers were currently giving the mage. RE: she's a superfreak, superfreak - Wessex - 07-02-2019 Found wet and wanting, Wessex smiles, taking more pleasure than her partner can know. Few people alive now know this, but the Ascended And who is Wessex to say no to such continual offerings? With a chuckle and full appreciation, she kisses Edy, tasting the blood on her tongue, the electric zing as it sets her sensors on fire. A real, guttural groan starts in her belly and turns into a half-pant, a verbal need for more.And rather than bite the girl’s tongue off (so not sexy and nonconsensual), the Ascended breaks the kiss to search for the source of the blood. Blindly grabbing for Edy’s cut fingers with one hand, she continues playing her clit with the other as best she can. Wessex’s own need is building: If she can’t find the cut, she’s about ready to rip open Edy’s shirt and sink her fangs into one of her soft, beautiful tits. RE: she's a superfreak, superfreak - Edrei - 07-05-2019 Edy is not one of those to simper and want and wish that her partners will satisfy her the way she wants. So despite Wessex' more than capable fingers, still the younger woman grinds her hips, leaning back to afford the ascended more space to make banging her all but idiot proof. The fire-mage knows she doesn't have the strength to fend of Wessex' advances, but that doesn't mean she isn't more than happy to try. Pulling her arm up and back, the blood dripping down to her wrist now, Edy continues to press the glass against the flat of her palm. Once upon a time in Northaven this blood letting was used fairly common as a way of channeling magic. Now she was using it to channel something decidedly more dangerous. [say]"Take it, if you want it."[/say] Edy taunts, her voice husky against Wessex' ear. |