she's a superfreak, superfreak

EDREI happy ending? sorry this isn't disney. Edy doesn't recoil, doesn't relent. Instead she meets Wessex force head on, but her movements speak of experience. Tension, heat, pressure; it isn't about just slamming your face against someone else's and hoping it gets them hard, wet, or both. There is no hasty click of teeth, no lips ground so tight that the blood is squished away leaving on thin white lines. What there is though, is calculation. Her tongue slips forward, dragging along one of Wessex' fangs. The pressue is more than enough to slice through the layer of pink causing a line of blood to bloom. Not enough for orgasmic darkness, not enough for a transfer of powers. But enough to entice. Hopefully, anyways. "Always." Edy crooned. On the table behind them was a potted plant. Dexterously Edy plucked a stem, twirling the bright green leaf between her fingers. Shifting her gaze towards the woman in her arms, Edy raised a brow. As she did so, the petal wilted, turned black, and finally to dust.