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EDREI happy ending? sorry this isn't disney. Edy's lips turn upwards in a snarl, her eyes like black suns that burn in the dark for the amazonian presence nestled against her. The teeth against her skin feel like claws and for a moment she wishes that they were. Wessex's restraint and control is perhaps the most alluring thing about her; a predator with the mind of a warrior. It makes the Launceleyn's heart pound and distractedly Edy wishes that similar blood ran through the ascended's veins, if only to feel her soon to be fuck-buddy pulsing just as strongly against her. But there is only the stillness that Edy once felt with Lucas, the physical reservation, the lack of the organic mechanics to make this truly an orgasmic experience for them both. She has heard there is a room, the one the prissy-seeming woman built as some sort of entertainment house that allows the ascendeds to— —inhaling swiftly, Edy's fingertips tangling against and through the tufts of Wessex's blonde hair, a silent laugh appears on the not-teenager's lips as the ascended presses her fingers into the already wet and swollen folds of Edy's lips. Toes curling, one of Edy's hands distractedly searches behind her for something she can break. Finding a vase, magic surges from her fingertips just as the ascended finds the nub of her clit, making the smashing of the glass sound all the more satisfying. Pressing the pads of her fingers into the sharpened points hard enough to make blood drip into her hand, Edy hitches herself forward to give Wessex all the room needed to continue her ministrations. r Placing her fingers into her mouth and pushing against the wound to encourage the blood to flow, Edy leans forward with all the primal grace of a creature basking in the scent of the kill. Her tongue and the blood thereupon meaning to reciprocate the sensations Wessex's fingers were currently giving the mage.