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WESSEX

It’s later.

And if Wessex recalls correctly, she owes Edrei one hell of a good time. Slinking through the Flowerbirth-draped night, the blonde woman growls quietly to herself. Though she felt nothing more than the euphoric transfer of pwoer between them, there was something so satisfying in having the teenager in her hands, in tasting her, smelling her, and hearing her groans of pleasure. Before she turned, Wessex had been quite the enthusiastic partner - in shape, with stamina, and the confidence to direct, to take her orgasms without shyness from men and women alike. She wandered in and out of Natural bedrooms for years, never finding one that met both physical and emotional needs (or lack thereof).

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.

No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all