Edrei the Rapacious
Edy allowed herself to be touched, her back arching beneath Wessex's wandering fingers. Like a preening bird she stretches and turns, allowing her best assets to be fully on display and pliable for her fuck-buddy's inspection.
Seemingly much more interested in the ascended's steely-blue gaze upon her dark flesh than the importance of her words, Edy merely shrugs coyly. "And we both know how much I hate when holes go unfilled." She pouted. Instead of reaching for Wessex as she might have done with any other human, Edy instead reached for a knife at the side of her bed. Pressing her fingertip against it until a crimson bead of blood appeared, the not-teenager raised her dark gaze back to the woman in her bed with eyes like flint.
"If you betray me in this, I will kill you." She all but purred, running the blood along her lower lip as if it were naught more than rouge. Back in Northaven, blood-magic had been one of the Launceleyn's most powerful ways of digging deep into their power. It seemed only fitting that blood was similarly involved now. Wessex was likely much stronger than Edy was, especially at night. But oh boy, Edrei would go to the ends of the earth to burn the woman in a fiery hell of her own making should this go tits up (in anything but the fun way).
Pursing her lips forward with a raised brow, her shoulders scooping inwards to accentuate and push together her breasts, Edy raised a brow.
Seemingly much more interested in the ascended's steely-blue gaze upon her dark flesh than the importance of her words, Edy merely shrugs coyly. "And we both know how much I hate when holes go unfilled." She pouted. Instead of reaching for Wessex as she might have done with any other human, Edy instead reached for a knife at the side of her bed. Pressing her fingertip against it until a crimson bead of blood appeared, the not-teenager raised her dark gaze back to the woman in her bed with eyes like flint.
"If you betray me in this, I will kill you." She all but purred, running the blood along her lower lip as if it were naught more than rouge. Back in Northaven, blood-magic had been one of the Launceleyn's most powerful ways of digging deep into their power. It seemed only fitting that blood was similarly involved now. Wessex was likely much stronger than Edy was, especially at night. But oh boy, Edrei would go to the ends of the earth to burn the woman in a fiery hell of her own making should this go tits up (in anything but the fun way).
Pursing her lips forward with a raised brow, her shoulders scooping inwards to accentuate and push together her breasts, Edy raised a brow.
