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WESSEX

Found wet and wanting, Wessex smiles, taking more pleasure than her partner can know. Few people alive now know this, but the Ascended is was generous in the dark. Now, she circles and teases, faster and harder, wanting to draw a flood of moans and groans out of Edrei. Still, the teenager is persistent.

And who is Wessex to say no to such continual offerings?

With a chuckle and full appreciation, she kisses Edy, tasting the blood on her tongue, the electric zing as it sets her sensors on fire. A real, guttural groan starts in her belly and turns into a half-pant, a verbal need for more.And rather than bite the girl’s tongue off (so not sexy and nonconsensual), the Ascended breaks the kiss to search for the source of the blood. Blindly grabbing for Edy’s cut fingers with one hand, she continues playing her clit with the other as best she can.

Wessex’s own need is building: If she can’t find the cut, she’s about ready to rip open Edy’s shirt and sink her fangs into one of her soft, beautiful tits.

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