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
Mostly for her. Some part of it needs to be for Jata, too. Wessex has no problem taking and taking and taking, because when she isn’t trying to be good, she’s inherently selfish - the kind of woman who used to fuck, get herself off, and then walk away. It was stress relief. It still is, they both know this isn’t romantic at all, but this time she actually cares about the other naked body.
Which means that she wants the Flood to cum too.
Something in her is able to register the NW on his chest and then gloss over it. He isn’t here. They won’t be repeating this. There’s a wrist and a forearm in her line of sight and as Sunjata reaches for her hair, she twists her head and half-sinks her fangs into his arm. It’s not a very tight bite, making it messy and easily breakable, but that little bump, that little blood nudge sends her over the edge like a fucking addict. The Wraith explodes on the inside, as bright as any star-wrought supernova, but tingling with all the Voice’s electricity. Her legs shake and nails dig into his skin, and then she contracts and freezes, letting the waves roll her eyes up and pleasure sucks her in, in, in, and down, into the infinite recesses of her self.
Until she comes out the other side.
Which means that she wants the Flood to cum too.
Something in her is able to register the NW on his chest and then gloss over it. He isn’t here. They won’t be repeating this. There’s a wrist and a forearm in her line of sight and as Sunjata reaches for her hair, she twists her head and half-sinks her fangs into his arm. It’s not a very tight bite, making it messy and easily breakable, but that little bump, that little blood nudge sends her over the edge like a fucking addict. The Wraith explodes on the inside, as bright as any star-wrought supernova, but tingling with all the Voice’s electricity. Her legs shake and nails dig into his skin, and then she contracts and freezes, letting the waves roll her eyes up and pleasure sucks her in, in, in, and down, into the infinite recesses of her self.
Until she comes out the other side.
and from your lips she drew
the hallelujah
the hallelujah
