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WESSEX

The metallic tang of blood, slight as it is, sends a knee-jerk reaction through Wessex: her hands tighten their grip, she growls in the back of her throat, and perhaps most importantly, the need rises.

They part long enough for Edrei to show her the last of her magic, and the Ascended says nothing as she watches, eyes focused and hungry. Yes, power is great but there’s a hot little thing pressed up against her and some ecstasies are more important than others. Sliding a hand between the two of them, Wessex moves to nuzzle into Edy’s neck, murmuring, “A woman of many talents,” before teasing the delicate skin with her fangs. Hard enough to scratch, perhaps, but not hard enough to bit down - not yet.

If the not-teenager will allow her, she seeks the waistband of Edrei’s pants, moving to slide down to her core, to dip between her folds and then inch back up to her clit. This is also a form of power, and Wessex wants to overwhelm her - keep her coming back for more.

No, I’ll be the stone
I’ll be the hunter, a tower that casts the shade
I lie awake and watch it all