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Werewolves are.. One heck of an outcast species.. You have to transform every full moon. Ruining your favorite clothes without being intentional. Not to mention your bones snapping out of place. That was the worst.
But what was worse than that? The heat cycles. Which is what Enid Sinclair is going through right now. She doesn’t know it. Well- for now, she hasn't realized it, she thought of her symptoms as regular symptoms of a cold or a simple flu. I mean, who can blame her? It was her first time after all.

It was just a regular afternoon in Ophelia hall, inside the dorm of Enid Sinclair and the great Wednesday Addams. Usually, Enid goes out after classes, but today she was sick, so she didn’t. Enid lies on her colorful plushie filled bed, painting Thing’s nails. Wednesday is out doing who knows what, not that Enid really cares what her roommate gets up to after classes.
“See? They look cute, don't they?” Enid asks cheerfully, Thing gestured a thumbs up and starts hopping up and down the bed excitedly “I bet Wednesday has never pampered you like this, huh?” she chuckles, giving Thing a pat.

Enid yawns “I should do my night routine before Wednesday comes back, I HATEEEEE HER SARCASTIC JOKES SOMETIMES… It ruins the mood hmph” She says dramatically, standing up and dusting off her skirt. Grabbing her pajamas, as she heads toward the bathroom, but then… Enid flinches and feels a wave of heat pulse through her.

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Enid’s Pov
The random sensation hit me like a truck out of nowhere. My hands and body grew warmer. A shiver running up and down my spine … My hands and legs feel kinda tingly? What was that? I looked at my hands and legs, checking if there was something wrong. But all I saw was them shaking. My heart was beating faster than normal, and my knees feel like they're about to give out.
"thud" Thing plops down to the floor and taps my leg gently, asking if im okay.. I smiled at that, people rarely check on me so its sweet a dismembered hand is asking about my wellbeing.
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Enid looks down at Thing, still feeling the warmth spreading all over her body. She slowly picks up Thing and heads back to her bed and sets Thing down next to one of her plushies on the bed. She lays down next to Thing, on her stomach, burying her face into the pillow, trying to cool down.
“Thing.. I feel odd.. “ She mumbles into the pillow.

Feeling her entire body heat up again, she took a deep breath, sweat forming as her clothes began to stick to her skin.. “…Can you turn on the fan please?” The werewolf turns her head to look at Thing. Her face was flushed as she spoke. Enid took off her blue vest and set it on the nightstand, still face-first on the pillow.

Thing “nodded” and stretched one of his fingers out and turn on the fan for Enid. When Thing was done, Enid pressed her face back onto the pillow, feeling another wave of heat pass over her. She couldn’t move. It felt like her joints were locked, refusing to cooperate. It annoyed her more than Wednesday ever could
“I feel hot all over.. It.. Doesn’t even feel normal” Enid whined, Thing faced her, concerned, and taps her shoulder. Enid groaned as she slowly sat up, looked at Thing with half-lidded eyes, flushed cheeks, and disheveled hair, her heart still racing faster than it should, her knees felt weak..
What was wrong with her?

Thing starts to sign rapidly
“You look sick, you're sweating and your face is red. Should I get Wednesday?”
Enid immediately shook her head. She knew full well that Wednesday’s blunt comments would only make her feel worse. Besides, she didn’t want to rely on the goth, she wanted to handle things herself more often..

“I’m not some damsel in distress, I don't need her..”
Thing does a little shake of disapproval
“Maybe, but you can't say that when you look like you're in distress.”

The werewolf groans, knowing full well that Thing has a point, a good one even. “I just don’t wanna be dependent on her, I don’t wanna be baby’d..” Enid says while trying to get up from the bed, but her legs gave out on her, and she flopped back down onto the mattress.

The blonde sighed in defeat.
“I’m probably just gonna… sleep and skip my night routine tonight,” she yawned. “It’s for the best…”

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The night had fallen silent, the faint hum of the fan being the only sound filling the dorm. Enid was half-asleep, her body still burning up despite the breeze brushing against her skin. Her breathing was shallow, her hair damp with sweat. Thing sat quietly beside her, tapping his fingers nervously as if trying to decide whether to get help now or stay with Enid and wait patiently for Wednesday to come back.

Minutes pass, the little digital clock on Enid’s nightstand ticks. Suddenly…
The door creaked open. A familiar tap of boots echoed against the wooden floor.

“Sinclair?” came that familiar monotone voice
Thing froze mid-tap. Enid groaned softly and tried to pull the blanket over her face. “Oh nooo…Your back…” she mumbled, feigning annoyance in her tone, voice muffled by the pillow.
Wednesday stopped near the foot of Enid’s bed, her eyes scanning the sight before her: the colorful mess of plushies, the scattered nail polish bottles, and a very flushed, very sweaty Enid Sinclair looking like she’d just run a marathon.

“Are you dying, or is this another one of your... Emotional breakdowns?” Wednesday asked dryly. Enid peeked out from under the blanket, her hair messy and disheaved. “Ha-ha. Very funny Wednesday.” she muttered. “So…? Was I wrong?” The broody girl asked the werewolf with a hint of concern? Seems foreign for the Addams.

Wednesday leans to get a better view of Enid yet carefully avoiding direct contact with Enid’s bright pink sheets.

It then hit her. The mix of scents wash over Enid.. The smell of libraries and a hint of new books, there was an ache in her core now. Pant pant pant… She was breathing heavily now..
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Enid’s Pov
Sh-shit.. Am I getting aroused..? Am I getting aroused by my roommate..? I can smell her everywhere, this is overwhelming. I need help..
“Enid?.. Are you okay?” Wednesday looks at me confused. I dont blame her.. I would most definitely be concerned or- confused in this matter if my roommate suddenly fell ill like this..
Cough cough I clear my throat, avoiding this lingering sensation. “I'm okay..” My words came out strained..
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Enid’s internal struggle was growing worse, and she was growing more desperate by the second. Wednesday’s scent was all she could smell, it was strong and domineering, commanding all her senses.

Wednesday noticed the changes in Enid’s breaths, how her chest now rose and fell with increasing speed. “you smell… different. Are you sure you’re okay?” The goth asked with a hint of softness into her usual cold tone.

Enid snaps.. No longer able to control herself, she yanks Wednesday down to her bed. Thankfully for Wednesday she has taken her pills this morning, safe to say she won’t be getting an allergic reaction.. But she is going to be getting something.

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“Enid !! What the fuck!?..” The goth managed to say before the werewolf's hands found their way to the front of her uniform. Enid's fingers fumbled with the buttons, unfastening them one by one in an agitated pace. Wednesday tried to pull away, her face flushing at the unexpected boldness from the werewolf.

"Enid, what are you doing? This is highly inappropriate." she berated, but Enid's grip was stronger than usual.

Her wolf instincts were in control, overriding any reservations.
Each button popping open revealed a little more of Wednesday's chest, which only spurred Enid on. The werewolf leaned in, her nose close to Wednesday's collarbone, inhaling deeply. A fresh, yet familiar scent invaded her senses, a mix of typewriter ink and musk.

“Wednesday… Please.. I-I need..” The desperate wolf moaned out under Wednesday’s collarbone..

Wednesday's eyes widened, her mind was struggling between her logical and the instinctive. She swallowed hard, feeling the pheromones in the air, their close proximity making it difficult to think straight.

Finally,
With a sigh of relief, Wednesday manages to push away from Enid's grip, well– not without struggling...

Wednesday stood back up, stumbling a little because of the unexpected encounter.
“Enid your in-” Before she could finish her sentence, a fresh wave of pheromones filled the air.

The werewolf whined as she subtly grinds her thighs together. “Wednesday..-” The blonde choked out.. She fists the sheets of her colorful bed “I need you…”

Wednesday can feel herself get affected, a bulge formed beneath her trousers.
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Wednesday’s Pov
In situations like this, I'd rather stay calm and composed.. Yet, my body has its natural and instinctive reactions.. And I'm ashamed to say— but, it's happening right now… She looks like a piece of fresh meat.. It's enticing.
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The goth can feel her knees buckle forward, feeling the effects of Enid’s pheromones.

Wednesday just stood there… Looking at the sweaty flushed wolf..

Thud.. Thing fell down onto the floor.
“Should you buy suppressants?.. I heard they help ease the pain that Enid might be experiencing” He signs.
Wednesday nods.

“They could help” scoff “I should leave before I get… More uncomfortable” Wednesday says as she starts to fix her buttons.

“Wednesday…” Enid moaned out, "Don't leave me…It hurts..” The wolf pleads. Her core is now throbbing like crazy. She couldn't even control her hands, they were wandering her body. Breast, neck, inner thighs. She was touching it all.

Seeing Enid touch herself is surprisingly turning the Addams girl on. The bulge in her trousers has grown more noticeable, it's throbbing now.

The wolf groaned in both pain and need.
She's yearning for something, yearning for Wednesday…

“Sinclair, I'll be right back. I need to go to the infirmary and find suppressants-” Yet again Wednesday gets cut off

“I don't want suppressants, I want you.” Enid snarls, feeling the heat takes full control of her body, her fingers slide inside her skirt and underwear and finds her already wet core.

The wolf spreads the slickness around her clit, spreading it around as natural lubricant. Her hips jerk forward, trying to find friction.
She moans and whines loudly as more pheromones fill the room… She slides her finger inside. Earning a gasp from herself, tears form in her eyes as desperation starts to set in. "Ngh-.. Wednesday.. !" the blonde moaned out as she continued to pump her finger in and out.

Wednesday couldn't take it anymore, the sight of Enid touching herself, the pheromones, the tension, the growing bulge. It's killing her, she needs to do something about it.

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The goth strode over to the edge of the bed and stared down at the flustered wolf girl.
"Enid..." The goth's voice came out huskier than intended. “You really…” Wednesday leaned forward, her tone lower.. “Want this, don’t you?” …

That sent shivers around Enid’s spine and flinches, Wednesday’s resolve crumbles.
"You... Really need to be taken care of.. Huh?" She mumbles in a low, but not entirely unsympathetic tone. Before Enid could respond, Wednesday pulled down the blanket and grabbed the front of her skirt, roughly pulled it and Enid's underwear off, exposing the blonde entirely.

The werewolf yelped in surprise, but any complaint was quickly silenced as cool, pale fingers pumped their way inside her. Enid's eyes widened, a gasp escaping her lips as she clenched around the fingers. As Wednesday pinned Enid down onto her colorful bed.

“Mngh!- Wednesday-!!“ she moaned, grabbing fistfuls of the bed sheets. The sudden intrusion was a shock to her system, but it was exactly what she needed.

“Thing. Go outside, this is a.. Private matter.. Lock the door while you're at it.” Wednesday commands Thing to leave, as he skee-daddled out the dorm and locked it. “Mnghf.. Weds.. Move… Dont make me wait..” Enid whined.
Wednesday's fingers curled against her inner walls, exploring her wet depths. “You’re so warm… And wet…” The goth groaned out, her own breath coming a little heavier. It was then that Enid noticed the noticeable huge bulge pressing against Wednesday.
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Enid’s Pov
I-Is… My roommate has a fucking cock?!.. Shit.. If she has had it this whole school year, and managed to hide it since, I'll technically be the first person to know.. Haa.. I’m too horny to care right now..
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The wolf is too far gone to be questioning the goth about her secret cock, she just continued letting her roommate finger-fuck her.

Enid moaned louder, her fingers desperately gripping the sheets. “More, please-“ she whimpered, her back arching off the bed. Wednesday seemed more than happy to oblige. Her fingers picked up the pace, pounding into Enid harder and faster.

All the while Enid tries to reach out to unfasten Wednesday’s belt… She’s still out of reach but- It's an effort, “W-Wednesday… Let me..” Enid whined out, her face flushing at the situation. However, Wednesday swatted the blonde’s hands away with a free hand, a firm grip on her wrists held them in place. Wednesday shook her head. She denied Enid's request. "No." She replied firmly. "You're not doing that right now."

Instead, the goth leaned in closer, her fingers continuing to pump in and out of the wet heat below. Wednesday's eyes locked onto Enid's facial expressions, taking in every little reaction and feeling as it appeared on the werewolf’s flushed face.

"You're so needy." Wednesday murmured, her chest pressed up against the wolf girl's. "Do you always get this desperate, or are you just that much of a slut for me?” The goth asked in a husky tone, as she stopped pumping her finger.. “I-I’m just needy..” the wolf moaned again, her hips bucking up against Wednesday's hand.

“Please.. Mnghf.. Keep going Weds.. Please..” The wolf is begging now. Desperation for release is becoming more evident.

Wednesday’s free hand is still keeping both Enid’s hands immobile, her grip too strong for the weakened wolf. With no friction nor stimulation Enid can feel herself about to explode..

“Please.. Wednesday, i’ll b-b-be good..! Haa.. I- promise I'll be good.. Please.. I’ll be your good girl..“Please, . A-And I'll behave..” She begs. This time Wednesday’s grip on Enid’s wrist loosened just a little, giving the wolf girl some sort of hope.

Wednesday’s raised a brow up. “You’d be a good girl, huh? For me?” She murmured huskily.

Wednesday’s fingers start moving again, keeping their steady-slow pace inside Enid, her free hand releasing Enid’s hand.. As she slides her own free hand down to the waistband of her pants. The goth unfastened her belt and unbuttoned her pants, sliding her underwear down until her hard, leaking cock sprang out, slapping up against her stomach.

Enid let out a quiet moan and almost came as she saw how big her roommate’s cock was. A solid 9 inch, but since it was hard. It was practically an 11 incher.

Wednesday leaned back from Enid, giving the trembling wolf girl a good view of her hard cock,
Enid moaned louder than before, her breath hitching, her eyes locked on the huge cock in front of her.

“Gods… You’re so… big..” Enid managed to whisper out between moaned breaths, her mouth watering at the sight. “I’ve been this close t-to you this whole school year, and you never once mentio- hic mentioned this.”

“I prefer to keep certain things about myself in the dark..” The goth replied casually, her fingers still working between Enid’s legs. “Besides, it's not substantial, why would anyone give a damn if I have a cock or not?” At that moment, Wednesday withdrew her fingers from Enid’s core, earning a whimper from the blonde.
The raven moved herself further onto the bed, coming to rest with knees on either side of Enid’s hips, making her enlarged cock brush against Enid’s inner thigh, earning a gasp and a throb in her cunt.

Wednesday ran a hand down the werewolf’s body, her fingers trailing over her chest and stomach before coming to rest on her hip. The wolf groaned at the touch, arching into the goth's hand. Wednesday leaned forward, her breath warm against Enid’s ear.

“What should I do about your neediness..?” She pretends to contemplate. “This is your first heat, isn’t it?”

Enid whined at Wednesday’s question, a flush spreading across her face as she nodded. “Y-yes," she admitted softly. "My first heat...oh… and it's bad.. So bad..” She squirmed beneath the goth, trying to get some sort of friction.

Wednesday’s fingers dug into the flesh of Enid’s hip, holding her still. “Then you’re in for a long night, princess.” The goth murmured.

Enid mewled at the possessiveness in Wednesday’s voice. There was a sense of satisfaction in knowing that a strong, stoic girl wanted her as badly as she wanted Wednesday. It was intoxicating.

“I-I don’t mind,” the werewolf panted out. Then, in a moment of boldness, she reached down, her fingers brushed against the length of Wednesday’s cock. A shiver of surprise went through Wednesday at the unexpected touch. She was still in control here, but it seemed like her little wolf was starting to gain some confidence….

“Oh, look at you,” Wednesday murmured approvingly, a smirk still on her face. “Getting a bit too comfortable, aren’t we?”

Her grip on Enid’s hip tightened, as Enid’s fingers wrapped around the length.
Wednesday's grip on her only tightened as her fingers brushed over the head.

There was already precum beading, and leaking at the tip, and Enid couldn’t help but gather it up with her fingers, spreading it down the length.

This made Wednesday’s own grip falter for a brief moment, her stoic facade cracking just for a moment. A quiet, low groan escaped her lips. It seemed like she wasn’t as immune to Enid's touch as she appeared to be.

The wolf continued to stroke and explore the cock, her fingers moving up and down the length, occasionally dipping down to fondle the goth’s balls.
Wednesday’s grip on Enid’s hip was starting to be painful, but the wolf didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she found it pleasurable, moaning as the grip only tightened.
Wednesday’s breath was becoming irregular as the werewolf continued to stroke her cock. She tried to maintain her façade of being in control, but the wolf’s ministrations were making it difficult. She gritted her teeth, her fingers digging even deeper into Enid’s hip.

“You’re... huff Surprisingly good at this mutt” Wednesday grunted out, her voice betraying a slight quiver. “But don’t get cocky, Sinclair…”

Enid was too caught up in the moment to fully register the threat, or even hear Wednesday’s tone changing. The wolf’s brain was fuzzy.. Filled with pleasure. Her eyes were fixed on the cock in her hand, watching as it twitched and throbbed under her touch.
She’d never had a big dick like this, and it only made her neediness and hunger worse. But she also wanted to see more of a reaction from the goth.

But for Wednesday.. This was getting out of hand

“You’re underestimating my self-control,” Wednesday’s hand left Enid’s hip and seized the wolf by the wrists, pinning her arms above her head with a rough grip.
The goth leaned close, her face mere inches away from the other girl’s, her words sharp and cool.

Wednesday leans over, her lips brushing against Enid’s, as they settle in a passionate but rough kiss. The kiss was hot, tongue-to-tongue. Wednesday dominated the kiss, her tongue pushing past the wolf’s lips and exploring her mouth with possessive ownership. Enid moaned into the kiss, her hands instinctively trying to grab at Wednesday’s hair, only to be reminded of the firm grip holding them in place above her head.

Wednesday pulled back from the kiss, “I told you, don't get cocky now..." She murmured.

The werewolf’s cunt is throbbing even more now because of the lack of attention is getting
Acknowledging this, the stoic girl smirk widened. She loved having this kind of power over the usually chatty and cheerful blonde. Seeing Enid needy and submissive was a side she’d never thought she needed before.

Enid whined again, her hips twitching reflexively at the lack of attention between her legs. Being in heat, this was the ultimate form of torture. She felt like she was being ignored, as if the raven was only paying attention to her upper half, her whimpers and moans grew louder.

She tried again to free her hands, trying to escape from the restrictive grip holding her in place, but the goth kept her under control. Her fingers curled into the sheets as Enid could feel her wolfish instincts getting impatient, desperate, needy.

“Wednesday!” she moaned out “Please.. I need..”

Instead of giving in to the blue-eyed girl’s pleas, Wednesday's hands left Enid's hands, leaving them free to roam, but of course, there's a twist. The goth's fingers went straight to the wolf girl's neck, wrapping around it, applying a firm but careful amount of pressure.
Enid’s breath hitched as she felt the strong grip around her neck. Her eyes widened as she looked up at Wednesday, a mix of surprise and thrill in her gaze.

“Mmmh.. This is- h-hot..” the girl whimpered strainedly, she felt like her release was close.. Yet so far out of her reach.

Wednesday’s grip tightened slightly at those words, her eyebrows knitting together in annoyance. “Keep your comments to yourself, princess,” she murmured. The goth’s fingers increased the pressure, enough to make Enid’s head feel a bit fuzzy from the lack of oxygen.

Enid lets out tears of pure pleasure, the lack of oxygen taking a toll. Her hands flew up to Wednesday’s, trying to pry them off, but the goth’s grip was like a vice. Enid’s eyes widened as the pressure increased, her fingers clawing at Wednesday’s wrists.

“Wednesday, can’t… can’t breathe…” Enid managed to rasp out.
The raven girl’s grip on the werewolf’s throat didn’t seem to falter. In fact, it seemed to tighten in response to Enid’s feeble attempts to break free. The goth’s face was expressionless, her eyes fixed on the wolf’s increasingly submissive face.

“You’re making this difficult, princess,” Wednesday murmured, her voice cold and unyielding. “You know it’s best to just be good and obedient.”

“I-i’ll be good, I promise..!” The blonde’s eyes start to roll back at the intense pleasure she’s experiencing.

Wednesday finally let go of Enid’s neck. The wolf took in greedy gulps of air, her chest rising and falling heavily. The grip on her neck left Enid feeling lightheaded, her face was flushed red from the lack of oxygen.

Enid caught her breath, her eyes darted between Wednesday’s face and her straining wet cock and then back up again.

“I-I need re-release.. Please.. Mmmhhhh… I’ll be your good girl I promise..” The wold begged as she saw Wednesday’s cock twitch

“Impatient once again, aren’t you?” the raven murmured, her tone taunting. “You’re in no position to be making demands.”
Before Enid could reply, Wednesday leaned in closer, her breath warm against the wolf’s ear. “
“You can beg a little more right?..”

The wolf’s fingers flexed, desperately wanting to reach out and touch the goth, but she managed to keep her hands still. She knew better than to risk getting into more trouble.
“Please…” Enid whimpered.

“You’re asking so nicely...” The usually stoic girl murmured, her fingers sliding down to touch Enid’s waist. Her fingers dug into the werewolf’s hips, keeping her in place.
“Stay still.” Wednesday ordered, her tone no longer taunting, but commanding now.

Enid nodded desperately, her breathing erratic, she was so wound up at this point that even the slightest touch made her jolt. She obediently obeyed the goth’s command, staying still as best she could while anticipating what was coming next. Her hands still rested against the bed sheet, fisting it tightly.

Wednesday pulls Enid up a little, so that she can squeeze and spread the werewolf’s cheeks apart.

Her other hand ran over the wolf’s clit, gathering the slickness there.
“You’re so wet for me, princess” Wednesday murmured firmly,
She shifted and the head of her cock finally pressed against the wolf’s leaking entrance.

The sight of it made Enid’s eyes widen, a low moan escaping her lips. This was a moment she’d been anticipating for hours. A low, guttural groan escaped Wednesday's mouth as she found her target.

The werewolf’s slit was slick and hot, practically welcoming Wednesday’s cock as it slid into her. Enid let out a whine as she felt the tip prod at her entrance, it was a good thing she was so worked up, otherwise it would’ve been painful.
Wednesday’s grip on Enid’s ass tightened, her nails digging into the firm round flesh.

Enid moaned loudly as Wednesday pushed inside her, her back arched off the mattress. Her thighs spread wider and her hands reached up to find Wednesday’s hips.

Her fingers dug into the pale skin as she tried to hold on to something, anything, in an attempt to ground herself. The feeling of being filled and stretched by the goth was overwhelming.

Wednesday started off with slow, shallow thrusts, giving the wolf girl time to adjust to the sizable intrusion. But as the seconds ticked by, Wednesday found herself losing control over her movements. The raven’s pace picked up, her hips slamming harder and faster into Enid. Each thrust was rough and powerful, causing the wolf girl’s body to rock forward.
Enid’s moans grew louder, her nails dug deeper into Wednesday’s hips as she tried to keep up with the relentless pace. She could feel every inch of the big wet throbbing dick.

As Wednesday picked up the pace, her roughness and power in her thrusts was almost too much for Enid. The wolf was practically incoherent, a mess of moans and whines. The sound of skin-to-skin slapping, wet noises, amongst others.
Enid’s legs wrapped around Wednesday’s waist, pulling her closer, trying to get every last scrap of friction possible.
“Unnngh… h-... harder~” Enid moaned into the room, the word was almost unintelligible. But Wednesday heard her.

Wednesday growled in response to Enid’s plea. She leaned forward, her hands finding their way to Enid’s hips, her grip bruising on the already marked skin.
Her next thrusts were even rougher, rougher than before. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, along with Enid’s desperate moans and the goth’s heavy breaths.

Enid could feel tears forming in the corner of her eyes from the sheer intensity of it all. Her head was spinning, her body on fire. Everywhere Wednesday touched seemed to burn in the best way possible. Wednesday could feel herself getting close, she could feel the precum slip out, the heat building up between them.

Both their thrusts and their hands were getting more fervent, more desperate. The goth let out a low groan, her head rested on Enid’s shoulder, her teeth grazing the skin there.

The thrusts lost their rhythm, becoming more sloppy as the raven girl neared her limit. The tension was building and building, reaching a boiling point. She moaned in Enid’s ear, and Enid’s hands were holding her head in a vice grip as the wolf girl struggled to keep up.

Enid’s hands moved to the raven’s hair, fingers desperately threading through the dark locks. Her nails scratched the goth’s scalp as she attempted to pull her closer. The wolf moaned into the crook of Wednesday’s neck as her body began to coil with tension.

“Mnghh.. Wednesday-“ Enid moaned out breathless, her fingers tightening in Wednesday's hair.
That seemed to make the stoic girl snap. The last few thrusts were hard and deep, and she could feel Enid clenching around her. Wednesday moaned out a curse in Spanish against Enid’s ear, as her head swam.

The wolf girl couldn’t hold back anymore. Her nails dug even deeper into Wednesday’s shoulders as her body tensed. She felt it, that wave of heat spreading through her body, her fingers clawing into Wednesday’s back, as her hips rocked back. She felt herself tightening around the goth’s cock as she came hard and unexpected. It was like a switch flipped, and everything Enid had been feeling peaked at the same time.

Following Enid’s release, Wednesday came hard and hot inside Enid, a low moan escaped her lips as she rode out her orgasm.
Her hands were still bruisingly gripping the wolf’s hips as she tried to regain her breath. Her arms wrapping around Enid’s waist, holding the wolf girl close as she thrust a few more times. Her breathing was heavy, her face buried into the blonde’s neck. The wolf moaned out Wednesday’s name over and over, her body still convulsing in waves of pleasure.

Wednesday moaned into Enid’s neck, her heart hammering in her chest. She shivered as she felt Enid's wolf claws dig into her back, and her legs twitching against her waist, still holding her close. After a few moments the goth stilled her movements, her grip on Enid’s waist loosened, yet she didn’t pull away.