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The bonfire was an absolute catastrophe. Wednesday had been threatened; her novel, of which she only had one copy, was stolen, and then she burned a perfectly decent painting. It was a mess, and that's not even getting to the part where she almost died because of Dort's weird, but kinda cool, flaming bird!
Enid was stressed. She was stressed the whole night because of Ajax and Bruno; she had weird dreams about a raven taking her out, and then, to top it all off? Wednesday had collapsed. Like, a full seizure. With black tears and the shaking, which happened after Enid had touched her.
The wolf looked at her hands and held them on her lap, trying to pretend like she was paying attention to whatever the pack was talking about. She should love this, being with them, but she was more worried about Wednesday.
She'd heard through the rumour mill that she was back from the medical wing, which honestly kinda hurt a little. She would have thought her best friend would have found her, but she didn't. In fact, Enid had rushed to their dorm expecting to find her, but again. Nothing.
Enid clenched her jaw and stared at the table, her leg bouncing uncomfortably. She could feel Bruno's eyes on her, and while a part of her enjoyed the attention, another, much larger part, wanted her gone and searching for her roomie.
"And then I said-"
She stood, the urge too much to ignore, and unconditionally cutting off Alcide, who was mid-sentence. The pack stared at her, and she would have flushed, if her mind not been entirely stolen by her friend.
"Enid?" She smiled weakly at Bruno, and then apologetically at the others, stepping over the bench.
"Sorry guys, I gotta go."
"But lunch just started?" Gio replied. It wasn't the norm for Furs to spend their free time apart, but Enid felt like her skin was going to rip away, and only one person could help her with that.
"I'm not that hungry." She lied, and waved back at them. "See you guys after class!"
They weakly wave, and she runs off in a slight jog towards the dorms. She rounded the corner and pressed her body against the wall, fingers pulling at her shirt for the necklace she still wore, despite the hurt.
But then she paused, hesitant over the soft gold. She could do this without the telepathic necklace her roomie had given her just a week and a half ago.
Enid lowered her hand and closed her eyes. The entire school was a rush of heartbeats, some slow, many fast, but one always stood out. The average heartbeat at the school was around 70 beats per minute, but Wednesday? Well, she was usually at 45 beats per minute.
Incredibly slow, half dead. And probably just how the girl liked it. Slightly faster than a vampire, but definitely a standout.
Enid focused. The other beats faded away, and she could hear her. Second Floor, History room.
She followed the source. It wasn't hard to find Wednesday, even without the telepathic necklace, but she did like the way it felt around her neck. Her cell buzzed in her pocket as she walked, and Enid absentmindedly took it out.
Yoko
you're not online you're always online. what's happening?
Enid scoffed and tapped a response, taking the stone steps two at a time when her cell buzzed again.
Bruno
enid? are yo u okay?
She stared at the notification, thumb hovering over to open it, when her ears perked up. Wednesday's heart had sped up, just a little. She was either in danger or excited, both of which were deadly outcomes. Enid sped up, not quite running but definitely not walking, and found the thick hardwood door to the classroom.
Her scent of Datura, cedar wood, and ink.
It opened with a creak, and Wednesday looked up from where she was poring over a book on the teacher's desk. She was surprised, if only for a second. An emotion not visible on her face, but Enid knew she felt it; she could tell.
"Enid." Her eyebrow raised. "I didn't hear your call."
Enid stepped into the classroom, letting the door close behind her. It did so with a surprisingly light scrape, and she stood with her hands behind her back and a wide, almost nervous grin.
"Necklace on silent?"
She frowned. "It doesn't have a silent option."
Enid winced; she took a step forward. "I was… totally joking. Sorry." Wednesday didn't move, and Enid scanned her. She looked… fine. Not like she had been asleep for 48 hours. "Are you okay?"
Wednesday's hand curled around the thick book, and she lifted it to close with a heavy, dust-scented slam. "Yes. I am perfectly acceptable."
"I didn't know you were out of the medical wing yet," Enid asked, staying still as the window opened and closed, Thing escaping through it. "When did they let you go?"
“At dawn," Wednesday replied. "My mother attempted to detain me with conversation, which has never been her strength. Unsurprisingly, I left and arrived here instead.”
"You checked yourself out? After crying black tears?" Her eyebrows scrunched together, and she took another half-step closer. "Why?"
Wednesday ground her jaw together and crossed her arms. "I was not crying. When I channel my gift, it bleeds through the weakest points of my body. Eyes are the easiest escape."
"Oh, I'm super unfond of that."
"And I left for research." Wednesday finished. "Whatever else?"
"Wednesday, you… You seized, you were shaking on the floor because… because of me!" Her voice pitched, and Wednesday stared at her in that… way of hers. Not quite emotional, but not quite dry either.
"Don't flatter yourself, it was not because of you." Wednesday jutted her chin and raised a challenging eyebrow. "Because of my visions."
Enid brought her hands to her front, worrying them together. She couldn't forget the sight even if she tried. Chasing Wednesday, her anger and annoyance made her move faster and catch her wrist.
It wasn't the first time they'd touched. There was the time after she had defeated Crackstone, and Enid was reeling, because she had thought she was dead. That she had lost her.
But she hadn't, she was alive and bloody, and she could smell the death on her skin like a coat over her shoulders.
She had hugged her, and Wednesday had hugged her back. She had felt so happy, safe, her friend was safe, and her recently awakened wolf howled in her head.
This was the first time since then, the first time she had caught the other girl off guard before touching her, and the wolf whined and snarled in fear as Wednesday shook in agony, bleeding black from her eyes, frothing at the mouth. A part of her worried it would happen again; she wondered if Wednesday was worried, too?
"I always kinda hated seeing you use them," she answered, her nails denting her skin, but not breaking it. "But this was something else."
Wednesday stared and huffed a little. "How unfortunate for you. I won’t abandon what’s effective simply because it offends delicate eyes.”
"What if it wasn't?"
“Doesn’t matter." Her tone was finite, and Enid knew the conversation was over. "What justifies your intrusion?”
She pushed the book to the side; it scraped heavily. Enid wondered what she was researching and why she hadn't mentioned it to her.
"I... I was worried, I-"
Wednesday laughed, but Enid knew it wasn't genuine. It was a huffed sound, her shoulders barely moving, and her face didn't break. "Doubtful."
Sarcasm came so easily to her. Enid frowned at the dismissive tone. "That's not cool-"
"I am aware." She replied, instantly cutting her off. "You run hot, Enid. I have felt it several times now."
She raised a brow, and Enid flushed on the cheeks, her palms turning sweaty. "I expect you feel agitated with the lack of my touch after two days. Is that why you're here?"
"I'm here because I was worried about you!"
“Sure." She moved around the desk, standing at the corner with her arms still crossed. "Why waste time when we can go directly to the real reason?"
Fire nipped in her throat, and a growl started to grow, before she stomped it out. She wouldn't let it get to her, she… she wouldn't let her wolf speak for her. Instead, she glowered and clenched her teeth even harder.
"You're so infuriating!"
Wednesday hummed, and her head tilted to the side, looking at Enid like she was an experiment, something to figure out. A case eagerly waiting for her.
“I am? How fascinating. I’m only pointing out the obvious trajectory we’ve been forced into. One which, tragically, hasn’t occurred in two whole days.”
"I can control myself better than that." Enid grumbled, crossing her arms and mentally cursing as her cock twitched in her pants. "You're making me sound like some-"
"A dog in heat, perhaps?"
She gasped, dropped her arms, and stomped closer. "You can't say that, Wednesday!"
“Interesting. Your skin accepts me more readily than your patience.”
Enid knew Wednesday could see the blush now, had worked it out. Had got her way, yet again. Enid didn't necessarily mind, but this was frustrating when she had come here with innocent intentions, concern for a friend, a semblance of control.
"Wednesday…"
The girl had now rounded the desk and stood in front of Enid, a few paces between them as she battled the voice snarling in her head, and Wednesday just stared at her.
"If it offends you, then let me make it up to you, yet again." She nodded her head to the side, gesturing to the desk behind her. "Sit, and I'll drain your forgiveness from you."
Her words are like a hammer to her chest, and Enid bared her teeth as she almost stumbled at how hard it made her get in seconds, her dick thickening in her pants and swapping her anger for something much easier to deal with.
"For the love of…" she stormed back to the door and dragged the lock across it. At least she believes she did, messing with it for a moment as it was one of those weird old-timey ones she could never really understand, and marched back over to Wednesday.
"For the record?" She asked, unclipping her belt and letting it loose, flicking her button and dropping her zipper. "I really was worried about you."
“I’m certain you were. Delusion is a powerful comfort.”
"Oh, shut up."
This time, Enid took advantage of her leading the interaction, she thought, anyway. When Wednesday pushed off the desk when the wolf stormed around it, she took her face between her strong hands and kissed her.
She had seemingly caught Wednesday to some surprise, as she didn't move at first when the wolf pressed against her. But Wednesday was adaptable, and her eyes closed moments before she leaned into the embrace.
Her hands slipped to Enid's waist, under her jacket, and along her tucked-in shirt. Her head tilted as Enid pushed the other way, and her cool lips opened, which allowed Enid to kiss her mouth with a grin.
Their teeth knocked together once, but Wednesday simply shivered at the sound and invited Enid's tongue into her mouth with a well-placed moan. Enid staggered forward at the sound until Wednesday's thighs hit the desk behind her, and she sat up onto it, Enid's hands moving to support her under her knees, thumbs rolling across the top of her caps as Wednesday gripped her back and pulled her close.
Wednesday didn't find enjoyment in anything, not normally. But this was one of the more unpleasant things she would gleefully stomach. The touch of Enid's lips, the heat from her hands, the whining in her mouth every time they broke away so she could breathe, but only for a second before Wednesday pulled her back by the neck of her tie.
She was strong between Wednesday's legs. Her front was pressed against her, and Wednesday opened her eyes to look at Enid's face, which was an open display of arousal and need. She was leaning up, practically bending Wednesday backwards in an arch over the desk as she sought her mouth, kissed her- no. Ravaged her.
Wednesday hummed in her head, her fingers dragging up to her short blonde hair and scratching at the base of her neck. Enid's eyes screwed even harder, and she broke away with a moan and a string of saliva between them.
Wednesday took her head, pushed her backwards, and Enid opened her hooded eyes as the other girl stared at her. Pale in comparison to Enid's blazing red cheeks.
"If you want to take care of this," she told her, which made Enid look down and flush even darker at the tent digging into Wednesday's thigh, "Then we have to be quick. There are only twenty minutes left of lunch."
The urgency sparked in Enid's eyes, and Wednesday found the panic to be delicious as she nodded.
"Right, okay. Okay. How're we doing this?"
Wednesday didn't break eye contact and nodded behind her. "Sit in the chair."
"This is Mr Augustus' chair-"
“Then you mustn't make a mess. I dislike having to hide evidence."
"I thought that was your favourite pastime?" Wednesday didn't gift her a response, and instead put a hand on her shoulder. She pushed her back, and Enid fell heavily into the chair with an overdramatic "Oof!" of pain, which her roomie tutted at with a huff.
But Enid didn't let it get to her; she was annoyed. She had come to check on Wednesday, and her friend hadn't even told her she was back! Urgh.
So, she dropped the pants, barely getting them halfway around her thighs, then, before Wednesday knelt in front of her, surrounded by the top of the desk, and reached into the waistband of her boxers.
"You're getting too good at this," Enid commented, leaning back in the chair and gripping the felt arms as her shaft was fished out, and Wednesday glanced up.
“You say that as though it is a flaw.”
"I wouldn't say flaw," Enid mumbled, nervously looking up at the door she had locked; she was sure she had. "Just a bonus?"
Her breath caught at the end of her word, eyes closing, because Wednesday had fully pulled her out. Her pants weren't all the way down, so the bite of her zipper cradling the base of her shaft wasn't great, but it wasn't entirely unpleasant either. Wednesday seemed to notice, and dragged her chilly fingers along the length, sitting up and staring down the point of it.
"It is a shame I didn't think to bring a-" Enid cut her off, not with words but with action, kicking the bag by her feet so the lid popped off, revealing two things inside. A bottle of water and a toothbrush.
Wednesday's dimple deepened on her cheek, and dark eyes looked up at blue. "Admit it, you're impressed."
"With how little control you have, you must ferry those items around in case you need to mount my head?"
She felt the dick throb at her words, and she pulled her hand up, thumb sweeping over her tip again. Enid shivered, her already weak glare loosening by the second. "I'll take that as a yes."
"You'll take whatever I want."
The wolf gasped, looked down from where her head had been falling back, and stared at her as Wednesday slowly, torturously, pumped her hand down her length. Their silence was broken by the slick click, and the dark-haired woman huffed quietly.
“Fine. I admit it. Your hunger for me grows to the point of you require planning is a genuine pleasure. The kind that lingers.”
Enid smirking, slumping back in the chair, her legs spreading around Wednesday and bracketing her under the desk. "Knew it- ah."
Wednesday had interrupted her bragging, leaning forward and taking her tip into her mouth. She revelled in the flinch above her, and tightened her lips around her bulbous head as best as she could. Her tongue snuck out, and dragged in a slow circle anticlockwise around the edge of her head.
Enid made a noise so high only she could hear it, covering her mouth with her hand as Wednesday's tongue finished its circle at the top, and then dragged down her slit slowly, heavily, until Enid's knees were shaking and she was already breathless.
"H-How…" she groaned, opening her eyes and looking down when Wednesday sat back, looking up at her, hand working her shaft, "How did you do that? How do you know what to do?"
Wednesday, still moving her hand, just hummed at the question, not breaking her gaze from Enid. “You’re remarkably easy to read. I, fortunately for you, excel at observation.”
Enid's mind blazed, her fingers curled around the arms of her chair, and it creaked as her hips ground herself forward, pushing herself harder against Wednesday's hand. The girl exhaled at that and dropped her hand down her length. "See? Simple."
Enid had a biting remark lined up, she was sure, but it was drained from her mind the moment Wednesday opened her mouth again. She moved the head to the side and licked down her length, faster than the first time she had done this, not waiting time as Enid's legs trembled and her grip was so tight the chair groaned.
This time, Wednesday was quick to soak her, a goal in mind, a demand to be met. "Enid?"
She asked it as she reached the base of her shaft, nose close to her pants, dick past her head, and miraculously not dribbling down her shoulder. Enid looks down, sweaty and shaking, when Wednesday matched her gaze, slowly moving along to the tip again.
"Y-yes?"
"When you find yourself at the entrance to my throat, do not hesitate."
A drop fell down Enid's spine. It was blazing and achingly hot, spreading in her balls and flourishing to the tip Wednesday's hands currently twisted around. She didn't have anything to say, to ask, so she nodded.
Wednesday nodded in response and moved her mouth to the tip of her impressive length. "Good dog."
Enid groaned loudly, her claws bursting out and just barely not ripping into Mr Augustus' chair, when Wednesday took her wet shaft between her lips, and ground her face down.
It was slow, tortuously slow without the intention. Enid was longer and far more girthy than the average, Wednesday had realised, which made her all the more determined to succeed in this endeavour she had set herself.
Above her, Enid was doing her best to remain calm. She was still trying to catch up, her worry becoming anger, and then arousal so fast even her wolf was lost, for a moment, anyway. She clenched her jaw so tight her dentist would be concerned, and retracted her claws.
"Gods…" she whined,feeling Wednesday's cold hand moving up and down her length as fast and harsh as she could, her head twisting around the tip and past it, her tongue working in tandem with the rest of her. Licking along her length, and then taking more of her in her mouth.
Something cold took Enid's hand, and she opened her eyes to see Wednesday guide it to the back of her head. Dark eyes stared up as she struggled around her length, and Enid felt her hips jerk, which made Wednesday's eyes look down at the remaining length, and she did the most rapturous thing imaginable; she groaned.
Electricity shot up Enid's spine, and she sat up, her hips snapping forward at the feeling, as the hand on Wednesday's head kept her still, locked in place as she thrust hard against her mouth.
"What the-" she can't finish it, leaning forward so an elbow rests on the desk, burying a hand in her hair at the fire churning in the pit of her stomach, a gasp, a mixture of agony and pure arousal rolling from her throat into something like a whimper.
"Wens… shit…"
The girl would probably be smiling at the reaction, but thankfully, she couldn't. Instead, she closed her eyes, relaxed her throat, and did it again. A low moan, coming from somewhere deep, shivering up Enid's dick and making the poor wolf whine. She grunted and tightened her grip on the girl's head, grinding up again, and again.
Deeper, so much… her head spun, Wednesday's mouth was so warm, her mouth so wet, and she was doing so well.
"You're…" Enid shuddered a breath. "You're so good at this, you blow me so well, Wednesday."
She hummed again, and Enid's eyes rolled to the back of her head. She wanted to lie forward, head on the table as she sat there and let Wednesday service her, but then she felt it again. Something tight, squirming. The entrance to her throat.
Enid felt it overcome her, washing away the heat and arousal, the realisation that… Wednesday had said to do it. Do not hesitate.
She looked down. Dark eyes stared up at her in challenge, her mouth wide and taking all she could without assistance. Enid leaned back and got a better grip on her head.
"Okay…" she huffed, legs spreading a little wider, one hand on the desk, "If you need to stop, pinch my thigh, okay?"
Wednesday tapped a strange pattern on her leg, and while Enid had no way to confirm, she knew it was Morse Code for yes. Such a loser, she thought with a shiver of arousal, looking down on her with a heavy stare, and a flushed face.
"Just remember, you asked for this."
Wednesday raised her eyebrow in challenge, and Enid thrust forward. Immediately, Wednesday's eyes closed, screwed together as Enid pushed the head of her cock against her tight throat.
"Relax…" she groaned, hand clenching on the desk, ready to pull out if needed, but the pinch never came. "Just… breathe."
Wednesday relaxed her eyes, feeling Enid press at the entrance of her throat. She was so close to pushing in, and Wednesday didn't want her to stop. She relaxed as best as she could, her throat relaxing, right as she swallowed.
Above her, Enid grunts, surging forward as the head of her dick sank into Wednesday's throat, easily done once it had slipped past her entrance. She groaned, arms shaking and her grip slipping as she practically fell into her.
"Oh my… oh my god…"
It felt so… fuck, it felt good. Warm, wet, her throat squeezed and caressed her in ways Enid had never even imagined possible. She wasn't even fully in yet, but she can't…
"That's so…" she bit her forearm to prevent her scream, and risked looking down.
Wednesday was staring at her, so close to touching Enid's stomach with her nose, a few inches off, if that. Black eyes tracked Enid's movement, and her nostrils flared, breathing in and out, calmly. Casually. Wait.
"You can breathe?"
Wednesday raised an eyebrow and tapped that same pattern again. Enid didn't know what to say, but her silent prayers to the Addams' biology were cut off when Wednesday lost her patience, and she swallowed again.
Enid yelped and ground forward; her breath was short, and the heat was boiling inside her. "That's so…" she groaned, sitting forward on the chair, and thrusting forward. Her head was spinning.
Wednesday could see her stomach getting closer; she reached up with her cool hands, which had been loose on Enid's legs, and gripped her thighs. Her nails locked her in place, and she pulled back with her head, only to hum and drop down once again, doing anything to get her as deep as she could.
So close, they both unknowingly thought, so close.
Enid's hand tightened on Wednesday's head, and she thrust forward with a ragged gasp. She sat back in the chair, and she rocked into her warmth again and again, shivers running up and down her spine at the wet sound of her throat doing its best to keep her trapped.
"I needed this…" she sighed, brushing her hair out of her face. "I needed this and I didn't even know it…"
But Wednesday did. She knew the wolf better than either expected, and she hummed deep and low as she crept lower down to the base of her dick. She felt so full. Enid was large for sure, and her size brought an ache to her throat as her muscles tried to resist. She would not let them, and hummed, sucked, and swallowed around the throbbing member in her mouth.
A spark started below, and Wednesday was so preoccupied with what she was doing that she didn't even notice her body begin to react. Her right hand slipping from Enid's thigh, sliding down her pant leg to her own skirt, stopping there for a second as Enid thrust particularly hard, enough to spark tears in Wednesday's eyes that she would never let fall.
Enid sighed back into her seat, and Wednesday's hand started to move again. It snuck under her skirt, up her inner thigh, which is when she noticed it. The woman paused, trying to focus on the large dick slowly fucking into her throat, but feeling compelled to do something else at the same time.
Enid sank lower into her, and the spark she felt was too strong to ignore. Her hand moved, and she let it, eyes closing as she found her underwear, and then, quite roughly, cupped herself.
She groaned around Enid's dick; she was so wet, it surprised even her. Were she a worse woman, she would have blushed. She would have stopped Enid and had her fuck into something else, instead.
But she was an Addams. She had some control.
"I'm close…" Enid sighed, and Wednesday could agree, she could feel how deep she was in her throat, fucking it raw as she got closer to her stomach. She couldn't wait to taste her again, to drain her dry and take all she had.
The hand in her hair clenched; she could feel the sting of claws nipping her skin. It was too much; the thickness in her throat, the girth shoving back and forth past her lips, Enid's delicious groans of pleasure, her whining, which only got louder, despite herself. The throbbing between her own legs.
She ground the palm of her hand against herself, and Wednesday gasped around her cock. Enid sank in, all the way. Wednesday's nose is pressed against her stomach, buried in the mess of blonde curls and smelling something which was so entirely Enid it made her head spin.
The wolf stood no chance. She gasped, a high and loud sound, and fell forward once again. Her head was on her arm, on the desk, and her eyes slid shut. It felt too good, Wednesday felt too good. Her throat, her lips, her nose pushed against her.
"Wens!"
Her hips thrust, sending Wednesday leaning backward from the movement, and she fell, pushing into her as hard, as far as she could go, and she burst out into her. She fell from the edge and erupted all she had to give, and then some more, with a long, meaningful groan.
Wednesday could barely take it. Her come thundered down her throat and almost choked her, flooding down her throat so suddenly, taking so long that she ached for something herself. Her palm ground against herself as she swallowed, her throat working hard to satisfy the moaning mess of a woman above her, who just watched.
She stared as Wednesday struggled. Feeling her throat flex and squeeze around her dick, milking her dry, or as best as she could. A sight so hot it did the opposite, and Enid felt her balls clench as they immediately filled, her dick harder than ever, even as she stopped with a small grunt.
Wednesday swallowed one last time and looked up at her expectantly. Waiting for Enid to pull out, probably with something sarcastic lined up. Little did she know, Enid would do no such thing, as her hand landed on top of her head, pulling her off, yes, until her tip was encased by her lips, still. Only to slowly, cruelly, sink back down into her sodden throat.
It was a dizzying feeling of power, having Wednesday Addams lodged on her dick like this. Unable to do much else but swallow her come, after she herself had asked for it.
Unsurprisingly, it went straight to her head.
"I'm not done…"
Wednesday was hard to surprise, but Enid assumed the expression she was looking down at could be considered that. Her mouth stretched, her eyes still emotionless, but surprised, yes.
She shuffled to get comfortable again, leaning back in the chair, the palm of her hand on Wednesday's forehead, and she swallowed.
"No, no I'm not." She grinned, panting a little, her cock throbbing in her friend her legs shaking, but she was determined as she thrust back in. "Not after what you said, calling me a dog like that? Like you're any better."
She laughed, and Wednesday groaned around her, her tongue dragging along the base of her weeping dick as it powered through her mouth, her throat, and worked down as hard as she wanted.
"I know you're just as desperate for my dick as I am for your throat, Wednesday. I can tell."
She hated that the wolf was, apparently, right. Her palm ground against herself, the spark grew, something numb flaming alive with each rough thrust into her throat, against her slit.
"Yeah, I can be as observant as you, you know?" Enid groaned, eyes closed, enjoying it a little too much as Wednesday held on tight with one hand, laughing to herself as she looked down.
"Fuck, you feel so good…" She huffed, forcing Wednesday's head up and down her shaft, faster by the second, so she didn't get a moment's rest. "You look so good choking on me. Taking it. Taking me."
Her eyes rolled. "God, take it…"
The sounds were louder now. Wet, clicking as she sawed in and out of her wanting mouth. Her mind wandered, imagining this was somewhere else, in their room, how far could it go? Would Wednesday bend over for her? Would she spread herself open for her?
The wolf screamed in her head, and her mouth opened, heavy, harsh gasps as she worked herself up, ears straining for every sound as Wednesday sucked and swallowed around her, tight. Warm. Needing her as much as Enid did. She could tell, she could tell Wednesday was desperate too, she could, she could smell it, she…
Wait. She could. She could smell it. That same thing from before, something so incredibly Wednesday that she had left on her thigh. It was here again, stronger. Only holding her with one hand.
She looked down, and she slowed her thrusting. Without the sound from her own movements, she could hear it. Beneath, Wednesday pleasuring her dick, quiet, but there.
A wet grinding.
"… Are you touching yourself, right now?"
It stopped, and Wednesday looked at her from between her legs. Enid exhaled in utter disbelief.
"You are…" She whispered, feeling near rapturous. "God, you are. I knew it. You're into this, aren't you?"
She gripped her hair and pulled her along her shaft, and Wednesday moaned around it. "I knew you were, you… Holy shit, you love it."
That? Oh… that made her hot. Already so sensitive, so warm. The idea that Wednesday was into this, that she was touching herself while Enid used her face like some fucking toy, it made her feel insane.
Any other time she would be embarrassed at how quickly she reached a climax again, but she had Wednesday Addams on her dick, rubbing herself while she was sucking her dry. Enid was on top of the world.
"Gods… It's happening soon, I can feel it." She warned, and Wednesday's tongue danced along the base as it pressed into her mouth again and again. "Touch yourself, Wednesday. Do it."
She does. Her fingers are rubbing against her soaking underwear, but then they slip. Her underwear shifts, dragging down the side of her lip, and making her grunt onto Enid's length, making the wolf whine and drop her head back against the chair, grinding forward, so hard the chair squeaked.
"You are, aren't you?" She was so breathless, like she had run a marathon. "Wow, the Wednesday Addams is getting off from choking on my dick. I should feel lucky, you know?"
Wednesday kept moving her head, and Enid's hand remained on top of it. Not moving her, just moving with her, enjoying the sight of it shifting up and down as she ground into her friend again, and again.
"Oh my god…" She huffed. "I'm gonna stay buried in your throat, Wednesday. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Yeah? Just always on your knees for me…"
Wednesday swallowed again, her nose pushed against Enid's stomach before she pulled off to take her again, and the wolf shivered. "I'll take that as a yes. God… Wednesday, I…"
Her tongue rolled in her throat, the smell of Wednesday made her heart skip, and her mouth watered. She swallowed as best as she could, breath catching on the air as the ache grew, throbbing up from her core to her base, tingling in a way she now knew too well.
"This one's gonna be harder, I- I can feel it, I…"
Her eyes closed, and Wednesday groaned louder, anything to get Enid to finish, so she could taste her again, swallowing as hard as she could until she was, once again, at her limit.
"Oh god…" the wolf moans, and this one is like a whimper, the chill of Wednesday's nose against her stomach, the heat from her glare as her body betrays her, her throat twitching, gargling around her dick. Massaging it, calling her closer with each spasm.
Her eyes shut, she's exhausted, she's exhilarated. She's so close. She can feel it, growing between her legs, throbbing up her shaft so fast she's almost dizzy.
And then the door opens, the lock unlatching, from a supernatural, and arguably expected, strength from someone at the school. Enid looked up from the desk, red-faced and sweaty, and she stared at the woman who had walked in with a mounting, horrific dread.
Why her? she thought miserably, as the woman spoke.
"Enid?"
Why her, of all people?!
She froze and smiled as best as she could. Her heart still racing, her face red as anything, out of breath and doing a poor job of hiding it.
"M-Ms Capri!"
The woman frowned at her voice and walked closer. Beneath the desk, Wednesday stayed still, and Enid tried not to look as though she was currently holstered in her best friend's mouth.
"Are you alright?"
Mentally, she hoped Wednesday was kinder than she often failed to be, just like in times like this. But Enid knew she was fucked. Especially after what she had been saying, especially after she had used her so roughly.
Her tongue dragged along the base of her shaft, and Enid wanted to cry. Instead, a burst of shockingly laughter rolled from her throat, and she seemed almost manic.
"Whaaaat?" She asked and clapped her hand on the hardwood desk. "Psh, yeah! I am like, so okay. So good." Her nails rapped across the top, rolling one after the other three times in scarily quick succession.
"What's up?" the teacher raised an eyebrow, and Enid's smile twitched, "I- I mean, can I help you, Ms?"
The woman stepped further into the classroom, the door closing behind her, and Enid's panic spiked for two reasons. One, because with the door shut, there was no way she wouldn't be able to smell Wednesday's scent. And two, Wednesday had sank back, silent as anything without Enid's hand on her head, and she curled her tongue around the head of her dick, sparking a fire right down her spine and along the length of her shaft, which throbbed from her touch.
Enid was fucked.
"Well, I was actually looking for Mr Augustus," Ms Capri told her, looking around the classroom like the Satyr would be waiting nearby. "Does he know you're in here?"
Enid gave a wave of her hand, nonchalant and not like Wednesday had taken her dick in her hand as she sucked mercilessly at her tip. "We get a free rein of the classrooms at lunch."
"You do?" The older Lycan asked, "I must have missed that in my teacher briefing."
Enid shrugged, leaning forward on the desk with her elbows, and ran a hand through her hair.
"I mean, well, I don't know if it's all the teachers, but he's cool, so…"
"I'm cool." Was Ms Capri's quick response, with narrowed eyes and pursed lips. Enid exhaled shakily, nodding extremely fast with an almost uncomfortably wide grin.
"Oh, of course you are, Ms! Like, totally cool-!"
"Are you okay?" the teacher interrupted, and Enid nodded, a straight-up lie because Wednesday had opened her mouth, dragging it to the end of her cock and fluttering it up and down her sensitive tip.
"Yeah! Sorry, knee twitch- HA!"
Enid's knee slammed up against the desk in shock, and she clambered to grab it, to keep it in place so Wednesday wasn't seen, a sound so loud she would have flushed in any other scenario.
Her laugh was also loud, awkward, and echoed in the large room. Ms Capri looked concerned, and Enid needed her gone because Wednesday's hands were working. One up and down the rest of her shaft, and the other? Well, the other had fished her balls out of her loose pants, and she very gently, very calmly, rolled them in her palm.
Enid was going to die.
"… Okay," Ms Capri replied. "Well, I did want to speak with you anyway."
"With me? Right…" She wiped at her forehead, "Right now?"
"And the rest of the pack." The teacher looked around, turning for a moment when a drawing on the wall caught her eye, a horrid depiction of one of the first Hydes in history. The second she looked away, Enid glared down.
Wednesday! She mouthed, and Wednesday just stared, before swallowing more of her dick into her mouth, just to prove a point, just to make Enid's head spin like crazy.
"Principal Dort has just informed me our camp trip will take place a week and a half from now, which we both know is a poor decision."
Enid nodded, looking up when the teacher turned, absentminded and only half paying attention to what she was saying.
"It is?" She grinned, again too wide, "Obviously, I like, agree, but…"
"It's the full moon, Ms Sinclair. Honestly, as a werewolf yourself, I'd like to think you had the moons scheduled."
The jab was caught and buried in her chest, and Enid shook her head. Her hips wanted to push into Wednesday so bad. And she was awful at hiding it, her thighs twitching as Wednesday twisted her hands up her length and licked down it yet again.
"What? Of … of course I do, I just… I'm not feeling too well."
Ms Capri frowned and took a step closer, her hand reaching out. "Do you have a fever?"
She is almost leaning over the desk when Enid notices, and the young wolf shot back, avoiding her touch with a loud, over-the-top, almost begging sound as she scoffed. "Oh, it's nothing serious! I think it might be a bit of Moon Sickness!"
"Moon Sickness?"
"Yeah, I'm like, sick of that thang, you know?"
The teacher frowned, and Enid wondered if she'd ever treat her seriously again.
"Enid, Moon Sickness is no laughing matter."
She tried to act like that was a surprise, and not like Wednesday was driving her insane. Like she couldn't feel herself ready to come all over again, and like Ms Capri wasn't the hottest teacher in the entire building.
"It isn't?!"
"No, it isn't. If you become restless, it can affect your pack and be a potential danger to the rest of the students. I can get you some medication from the school nurse if needed-"
"I think it's fine! I'm totally chill, look at me!"
She gestured to herself, and the woman raised a brow, holding her hands in front of her, which pushed her breasts together in a way Enid couldn't ignore.
"I am, which is the cause of concern."
Rude. But also fair. Enid gave her a thumbs up, a final attempt to get her out of there. Because fuck she was close. She was so close, and she couldn't be looking in this woman's eyes as she does.
"I am totally fine, Ms Capri, honestly! I promise, no wolfing out or whatever." She gives a thumbs up. "All good."
Her cells beep. Ms Capri looks down again, which is enough time for Enid to slump, her mouth opening in a silent scream as a moan begs to be let out, but she can't let it. The older wolf looks up just as Enid sat back up, none the wiser.
"Well, I have to get to my classroom. Let me know about the Moon Sickness, will you? And spread to the others about the full moon." She puts her cell in her pocket, shaking her head. "Ridiculous man…"
Enid nodded, feeling almost insane now. "Yeah, sure, sure, sure. Got it. On it like teeth on a bone."
"Hm, good. And before I go," Enid whines in her head, "How is your roommate, Miss Addams? Is she feeling better?"
"She's good, so good it's almost annoying, you know?"
She laughs, and the teacher looks, somehow, even more confused. But Enid can't worry about that, because oh fuck. Oh shit, it's happening. It's… I'm gonna.
Her hand tapped silently on Wednesday's head, a warning she understood, pulling herself to the end of her shaft so her tip was resting on her bottom lip, and she opened wide. Enid regretted glancing down, because she was done for the moment she did.
"It's nice to see you like this, Enid." She pushed herself into Wednesday's mouth, so she rested on her tongue, so the roof of her mouth cradled her cock perfectly. "You're really coming into your own this year."
And she did. While her eyes were locked with Ms Capri, and a silent grunt so muted neither could hear it, and a subtle snap forward of her hips, she fell over the edge once again.
God, it was hard. It was so heavy. It was so much.
Enid didn't think she had ever come like this, so fast and so hard.
It felt like nothing she had ever experienced, and she had to hide her moans through a fake little laugh, tears in her eyes as she fell apart. Enid poured into Wednesday's mouth with a pathetic sound, and the woman worked hard to swallow around it, all while she kept eye contact with the older woman before her.
Enid hummed, content, exhausted, and tilted her head to the side. "No shit?"
The teacher raised an eyebrow, and Enid swallowed, her cock throbbing, and she finally stopped coming. Wednesday still swallowed as much as she can, which filled Enid with a drunk sort of pride.
She was right, it was a big load. She wanted to look at Wednesday, to see how she dealt with it, but she couldn't.
"I-I mean, thank you, Ms Capri."
The teacher nodded, and Enid waited for the penny to drop, to get caught with her pants around her thighs, and her roommate lodged onto her cock. But she doesn't.
Instead, the woman nods, giving the room one last look, and then steps backward.
"Good day, Miss Sinclair."
She waves, which is enough. Because then Ms Capri leaves. And the door closes.
Enid pushes back and grabs Wednesday by the shoulders. She lifts her, standing so the chair rolls back, and she places the girl on the desk. The dusty book falls to the floor as she pushes it, clearing the desk to drape Wednesday over it, and she climbs over her.
Wednesday doesn't move, doesn't try not want fight her. She buried her hands in Enid's hair, pulls her down, and shoves herself against the wolf's mouth.
Enid can taste herself on Wednesday's tongue, her come soaking every inch inside, which she desperately searched for. She groaned in her embrace, blazing fingers lifting the shorter woman's legs so she can settle between them, feeling them tighten around her waist as she kisses her, and she moans.
Searching for the taste of her own mess, hands around Wednesday's jaw, keeping her still as she messily takes her mouth, again, in a different way.
"You're a menace," she grumbles between kisses, and Wednesday hums, pulling the wolf back as her hips ground forward, making them both flinch. Because she has accidentally dragged her aching, sensitive tip along Wednesday's soaked underwear.
They both froze, Enid above her and Wednesday staring at the ceiling. She felt lightning down her spine, and to her incredible horror, felt a grunt bubble in her throat.
She wanted to pull Enid closer, to roll her over and press against her shaft. To thrust and moan and-
Control.
She reached out with a shaking hand for Enid's face. The wolf knows what she wants, pulling her mouth away from her collar and opening wide, taking her fingers in her mouth. She shudders, moaning and almost falling on the woman she bracketed with her arms at the taste.
Her hips thrusts against her again. She needed her, gods she craved her. But she would not get her, not yet.
"And you are a ravenous creature," Wednesday told her, voice even, unfitting her face with lips swollen red, and tears in her eyes. "So predictably feral."
She pushed at Enid's shoulders, and the wolf got the hint. She whined, sure, but she listened, pulling her mouth off Wednesday's third knuckle, and sitting up, leaning back, and sliding off the desk as Wednesday followed, and they both stood there.
Knowing she was done, the wolf receded and pulled up her pants, tucking her softening self away. Wednesday busied herself, business as usual, and took the toothbrush from Enid's bag, brushing her teeth quickly as her friend made a job of picking up everything she had pushed to the floor in a moment of weakness.
"Sorry," she eventually said, making Wednesday look at her. "For… you know. Saying those things."
"Don't be."
Enid nodded, and Wednesday threw the toothbrush at her to catch, drinking the water next. Enid watched her throat bob and pushed at her groin uncomfortably. Calm down, she begged her wolf, and it reluctantly listened.
"I… I was worried she'd smell your perfume or something." Enid said as Wednesday had had her fill, dropping the water back in her bag, and looking at her, slightly confused.
"My scent is a threat?"
Enid shook her head, looking at the time. Class was soon. Damn. "Well, because she's a wolf, and all. She might've known you were there doing… well, that, you know?"
But Wednesday still looked confused, which Enid didn't understand. Not until she fixed her jacket, which was slightly askew, and shook her head.
"I don't wear perfume."
That didn't make sense. She must do, because why else would Enid know that she smelt of cedar wood and ink, old leather-bound books and black pepper. The hint of Datura, the moon flower. Deadly in certain doses, and so perfectly Wednesday that Enid had thought it was on purpose.
Apparently, it wasn't. "… You don't?"
"No." Her tone was final, and while she may be a master manipulator, Wednesday wasn't a liar. Not in moments like this. "I must go now, but have a good day, Enid. Hopefully, this alleviates some of your trauma from the bonfire fiasco."
She picked up her bag Enid hadn't even noticed was there, as well as the book Enid had placed back on the desk. Enid watched her go, feeling the exhaustion she had been fighting as her thoughts spun around her mind and made her feel dizzy all over again.
Wednesday was leaving, making her way to the door to go without another word, when Enid found the small bit of bravery she was so scared to touch.
"… I know you're into it, you know?"
Wednesday froze at the door, her hand over the handle. She doesn't move, so Enid walks around the desk, her nails dragging along the top of it.
"You don't have to hide it." She tries, as gently as she can, looking Wednesday up and down from behind as she still remains frozen. "… I can smell it on you."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Is her quick response, and she glances over her shoulder. Enid shrugged and leaned back on the desk, their positions from before now swapped.
"C'mon… Wednesday Addams is smarter than that."
Her friend swallowed. Enid wondered if her taste remained. She tilted her head, but still she did not speak, so Enid did, again. Looking at her shoes for a moment.
"This doesn't have to be a one-way thing." She whispered, looking up, meeting dark eyes. "I could… return the favour?"
The dimple deepens, and she finally speaks. "How Altruistic of you."
"… I don't know what that means."
“Consult a dictionary." Is her even response. "Or remain hopelessly confused."
She leaves it there, and Enid honestly doesn't know where to take the conversation further. So, the silence stretches, but it isn't uncomfortable. In fact, the other woman made her feel more comfortable than ever, and not because she had drained any stress Enid may have had, like it was nothing.
But still, as Wednesday's dark eyes scan her up and down, Enid can smell it. Can smell her, can smell her arousal. She knows that is what it is, and she once again swallows.
Wednesday nods, tightening her grip on the book, and makes for the door.
"Goodbye, Enid."
The wolf watches her go, once again, waving with one hand as the door slides shut.
"See ya, Wens."