you wouldn't even recognize me anymore
not that you knew me back then
In very few areas of her life is Wessex this generous, giving and edging and coaxing with a cougar’s patience an orgasm out of her partner. They both know a woman’s body is a fickle thing - it needs a practiced touch, someone willing to listen, who can withold her own pleasure until the end. Ascending has done that for the older woman; there is nothing else but the bite for her, so she might as well turn then all into bite-whores by ramping up the pleasure until it floods and overwhelms and erases everything before.
Even with her head between Hotaru’s legs, she hears the moans, grinning to herself - an amusing sight if her ride cared to look down - as she meanders and tests. This? This? That speed or slower? She’s drunk on the heady smell of her sex, taste just enough to push past dulled buds and want to consume. Working with the rhythm of Ru’s grinds and thrusts, she lets the girl dictate the pace, simply keeping up doing what she seems to like, with stamina to go as long as she likes. Her fingers, nay, half her hand is slick by the time she’s humming her encouragement up at the little, lithe blonde.
Oh you’re going to cum? Good girl. Cum for Wessex.
Continuing her machinations for another couple of moments, Wessex takes her cues from Hotaru’s body and hopefully as she reaches the point of no return, removes her tongue from its work on her clit and turns her head, sinking her fangs into the upper part of her milky white thigh. The tang of blood floods her mouth as she finally joins in with her own pleasure, growling and moaning as the waves of ecstasy take her. The Wraith’s chin is smeared with sex and blood and she doesn’t care, fingertips digging into flesh as she shudders under the girl. She tastes lightning and creation and groans, closed eyes fluttering.
But the goal is not to drain her dry, and after a couple of minutes of body-coursing, toe-curling pleasure, Wessex wrenches herself away.
“Fuck.” she exhales. She's missed this.
Even with her head between Hotaru’s legs, she hears the moans, grinning to herself - an amusing sight if her ride cared to look down - as she meanders and tests. This? This? That speed or slower? She’s drunk on the heady smell of her sex, taste just enough to push past dulled buds and want to consume. Working with the rhythm of Ru’s grinds and thrusts, she lets the girl dictate the pace, simply keeping up doing what she seems to like, with stamina to go as long as she likes. Her fingers, nay, half her hand is slick by the time she’s humming her encouragement up at the little, lithe blonde.
Oh you’re going to cum? Good girl. Cum for Wessex.
Continuing her machinations for another couple of moments, Wessex takes her cues from Hotaru’s body and hopefully as she reaches the point of no return, removes her tongue from its work on her clit and turns her head, sinking her fangs into the upper part of her milky white thigh. The tang of blood floods her mouth as she finally joins in with her own pleasure, growling and moaning as the waves of ecstasy take her. The Wraith’s chin is smeared with sex and blood and she doesn’t care, fingertips digging into flesh as she shudders under the girl. She tastes lightning and creation and groans, closed eyes fluttering.
But the goal is not to drain her dry, and after a couple of minutes of body-coursing, toe-curling pleasure, Wessex wrenches herself away.
“Fuck.” she exhales. She's missed this.
but it all comes back to me in the end
WESSEX
