She glances towards Edrei and her fire-tipped fingers, licking her lips before choosing her words carefully. “And more… if you’re good. But you should know, my dear, ” Wessex says, before turning towards her with a ‘come hither’ look. Cool. Calm. Collected. As if she seduces spitfires every other day. Really playing the predatory power-lesbian card with flair.
“I led them to the Spire. It needed an Ascended’s touch. She told us that.” She reaches out to stroke a soft, strong shoulder, hoping to let her fingers trail down the girl’s arm.”The puzzle was faint, even to our enhanced eyes. Your Captain couldn’t have opened it if she tried every day for a year… shame she never thought to ask, but then again, she has a fondness for midday and that’s not a good time for us.”
If anyone had been listening, they’d known that was the message all along. But no one thought to ask an Ascendant, did they? ‘Hey guys, your Goddess is imprisoned in this tower, any idea what we should do?’
It doesn’t matter anymore, does it? Not really. They need to succeed. Wessex draws closer and if Edy will still allow it (young minds have a curious capacity for discordant thinking, don’t they? Should it become too much, she has the capacity to stop Wessex at any time.) she will turn the two of them away from the others (sorry guys!) and take her from behind, one hand sliding around the slender soldier’s waist and then up to roughly cup one of her tits. The other hand snakes up to hopefully grab the base of Edrei’s beautiful mass of hair and pull her head to one side, revealing her neck. And then she exhales ever so softly on her nape before sinking her teeth in.
WESSEX
She whispered back, I am the storm
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