[Training] makes me that much stronger

WESSEX out of the night that covers me A different, new sort of taste floods her mouth; not fire, not life, not earth - but something that drew her closer to the Gods. The Gods which reviled her, burned her, and would turn her to ash and dust if they could. She almost snarls into Are's neck, but holds on, because there’s a light in the orgasmic bliss that whisks that anger away, something that transforms when it hits her systems, something that says She might be a little closer. Wessex hums, sighs, and pulls away from the big man. His mind may be reeling from the unusual encounter, but hers is not. She pushes him away, fairly certain his reaction wouldn’t be welcoming. An arm lifts to wipe her mouth, a little dribble of blood smearing across the ever-tan flesh. His blood. The blood she took from him. Wessex watches, almost taunting him. What was he going to do about it? black as the pit from pole to pole i thank whatever gods may be for my unconquerable soul