WESSEX
the wraith
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
That, that split tongue thing is entirely new. Wessex doesn’t even know what it is for a moment, but it is amazingly more efficient at touching her the way she used to touch herself: rolling her fingers along either side of her clit rather than a single-minded circular motion. She leans into a wall, a deep, guttural, “Oh my Gods” slipping out as she closes her eyes and focuses on the feeling.
Until… until he finds a way to keep her an inch from the edge. Purposefully, she imagines, and that belly-heavy previously uttered Gods becomes a playful growl of frustration as she opens her eyes again, only to find impish steel-gray looking back at her. Yeah, she knows that look. She’s done it to others. And she knows she can’t really get him back in the same fashion because fangs and all. (Eating pussy is fine with fangs, but she’s so out of sucking dick practice that she doesn’t trust herself to not nick him at some point.)
“You fucking tease.” Half accusation, half-moan, she leans back to sit on his chest for a hot second. Not quite to catch her breath, because she doesn’t need to, but to decide what to do next. Between his ministrations and Frey’s magic, she’s plenty wet, so the demigod whirls herself around and slides down to his cock. Wrapping her fingers around its base, she slides the head against her wetness before slipping it inside her - just not the whole way. Holding him halfway in, one hand’s fingers find her clit again and she begins to ride him, slowly, trying to find the best angle.
Until… until he finds a way to keep her an inch from the edge. Purposefully, she imagines, and that belly-heavy previously uttered Gods becomes a playful growl of frustration as she opens her eyes again, only to find impish steel-gray looking back at her. Yeah, she knows that look. She’s done it to others. And she knows she can’t really get him back in the same fashion because fangs and all. (Eating pussy is fine with fangs, but she’s so out of sucking dick practice that she doesn’t trust herself to not nick him at some point.)
“You fucking tease.” Half accusation, half-moan, she leans back to sit on his chest for a hot second. Not quite to catch her breath, because she doesn’t need to, but to decide what to do next. Between his ministrations and Frey’s magic, she’s plenty wet, so the demigod whirls herself around and slides down to his cock. Wrapping her fingers around its base, she slides the head against her wetness before slipping it inside her - just not the whole way. Holding him halfway in, one hand’s fingers find her clit again and she begins to ride him, slowly, trying to find the best angle.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
