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By the time they made it to the showers, after dropping everything off at their dorm and grabbing their toiletries and fresh clothes, the previous excitement had mostly faded, leaving behind a healthy mix of anxiety and sweat.
“We don’t have to do this.” Wednesday says with a soft tone, gently touching Enid’s bicep in a show of supportive affection, drawing her attention from where she was blankly staring at the open locker in front of her.
“I want to.” Enid responds with a quiet voice as she looks into the raven’s eyes. “It’s just…” She continues, briefly looking back to the locker with her pj’s and phone staring back at her. “No one has ever seen me… you know. Like that.” She finally admits with a shy glance towards her girlfriend.
“And you think it’s not the same for me?” Wednesday asks with a slight tilt to her head, not fully understanding the sudden nervousness coming from the wolf.
“No!” Enid quickly says, slightly appalled at the implication Wednesday thinks she just made. “But you’re… you’re normal.” She eventually says with that same shy tone, only this time it was tainted with disgust and hate, both of which were self directed.
“You know very well that no one on this planet views me as normal.” The raven says with her usual even voice, a little offended that Enid would even use such a word to reference her. But it’s only after the words left her mouth that she finally understands the point Enid was trying to make.
“Wends. Please.” Enid begs with a sad look and equally sad voice. It tugs at Wednesday’s heart and fills her with a desire to burn the world for making her love view herself so poorly.
“If by ‘normal’ you mean ‘cisgender,’ then I feel your definition of the word has been skewed far too much by the views of others.” There’s pure determination in her eyes as she essentially scoffs at the idea that cisgender equates to normal. “But by every other sense of the word, you are certainly not normal.” Tears briefly swim in Enid’s eyes at hearing her girlfriend’s words, not expecting her to just straight up tell her she's not normal. “Because ‘normal’ is the last thing I would ever want in my life, and no ‘normal’ person could ever make me fall in love with them.” Wednesday continues, making sure her opinion on things that are normal is clear. “And I would never let anyone other than you share a shower with me.” She adds on, letting Enid know she would never even entertain the idea of allowing anyone else to view her in such a vulnerable state. “That’s all this is, Enid. Just a shower. You can even wash my hair.” Are the final words of comfort she offers to the wolf, trying to take some of the pressure and expectations off what they’re about to do.
“Oh my god, you’ll really let me touch your hair again?” Enid instantly latches on to that part, her previous nerves all but forgotten as her excitement overwhelms any other emotions she has.
“Yes. But we need to make it into the shower first.” Wednesday says as she begins walking towards the shower with her toiletries and towel in hand, still clothed in the outfit she wore during their date.
By the time Enid gathers her own towel and shower supplies and chases after her mate, Wednesday has already entered the shower at the very end of the row. So, after hesitating for a few seconds, Enid pushes open the curtain and steps into the small floor-to-ceiling cubical before closing the flimsy plastic curtain behind her. Once she turns around she sees Wednesday has already taken off her top and is standing there in just her bra and jeans. They had both seen each other topless a few times already, so the sight of her in her bra didn’t turn Enid into a blushing mess, but it did really hammer home exactly what they’re about to do.
It fills her with an excited kind of nervousness that has her working to take off her own clothes with shaking hands. By the time Enid strips out of her underwear and places her clothes in her clear waterproof drawstring bag she hears Wednesday turn the shower knob, followed by the stream of water that begins to fall down onto the tile between them.
When she turns around, she sees Wednesday fully naked with her back to her as she carefully undoes her braids. So Enid takes the opportunity and steps past her girlfriend and into the falling water, not expecting the temperature to be as pleasantly warm as it was, figuring Wednesday would have set it to be as frigid as possible.
She quickly wets her hair and washes the dirt off her face, feeling a great sense of relief to be free from the small little grains of soil that were stuck to her.
As Enid goes about washing her hair, grabbing her shampoo and working it into her beautiful blonde locks, Wednesday stands behind her and watches on with love. Her gaze drops down to Enid’s back, briefly landing on the swell of her hips and curve of her ass before focusing on the four lines of scars that travel across her spine from hip to shoulder.
She can’t help but reach out and almost hesitantly touch one of the large scars that run down the entirety of Enid’s back, drawing a gasp and shudder from the wolf and causing her to send a questioning glance over her shoulder.
“Your scars are magnificent.” There’s a dreamy, almost enchanted hint to her voice as she looks up into the blue eyes she fell in love with.
“Yours are so much cooler.” She says as she turns around, fully facing the other girl for the first time so far. Her gaze rakes over Wednesday's body as she takes in the series of various different scars that mark her skin, from long claw marks to little cuts an even a few gunshot and arrow wounds. But then her focus shifts from the pinkish-silver scars to the more intimate areas of her body. Her boobs are surprisingly big, not massive but more than enough for a good handful, and her nipples are a wonderful shade of light brown. And then Enid sees something else that takes her by surprise. “Did you shave for me?” She can’t help but ask once she realizes the distinct lack of pubes on her mate, and that leads her to the thought that Wednesday planned to get naked with her before their date even began.
“I shave my pubic hair for the same reason I wear braids.” Wednesday says with an even tone as her own gaze traces the form of the girl in front of her, lingering on each and every scar and freckle as her eyes journey downwards. Her pink-tipped breasts are a decent bit larger than the average hand grenade, and her areolas are roughly the same circumference as a quarter. Her stomach is hiding a set of abs, which aren’t that prominent yet nonetheless impressive. “I see you have no such sensory issues.” Her voice has a bit of a teasing tone as she looks at the large patch of curly light-brown pubes Enid was sporting.
“I can shave if you want me to.” She self consciously suggests while doing her best to not cover herself under her girlfriend’s gaze.
“Never change yourself for me, mi loba.” She says as she leans in and presses a kiss to her mate’s lips, lingering there for longer than usual, but not long enough to satisfy her. “I have no problem with a little pubic hair, so long as it’s not attached to me.” As she says this she brings her fingers down to run through the curly hairs on Enid’s pubis, earning a slight gasp from her and a little twitch from her dick. It’s then that Enid’s hand comes down and wraps itself around Wednesday’s wrist, pulling her fingers out of her pubes before sliding their hands together, intertwining their fingers as she looks into her mates eyes with a hesitant smile.
“We should probably get cleaned up first, before we get distracted.” She says with a quiet voice, making it clear she’s not entirely ready for anything sexual yet, which Wednesday instantly respects. “I think there was the promise of washing your hair?” Enid adds on with a somewhat hesitant tone, as if she’s not sure Wednesday was being serious when she offered.
“I believe you are correct.” Wednesday says with a smile as she hands Enid the black bottle of shampoo and walks under the stream of water with her back to the wolf, wetting her hair until it reaches it’s full length and comes to a rest just past her hips.
Once the extra pound of water-weight was added to Wednesday’s hair, she steps back out of the stream and looks over her shoulder at her somewhat amazed mate.
“Start at the scalp and work your way down.” She tells the wolf who was staring in stunned silence with the black bottle of shampoo still clutched in her hand.
“Your hair is so long.” Enid finally says as she uncaps the bottle and squeezes a decent amount of shampoo into her palm before placing the bottle on the shelf. “I never realized how much shorter it gets when it's dry.” She shares her observations about the sudden extra foot of hair as she steps forward and gently runs the fingers of her free hand through the raven’s beautifully cared for hair. After a few seconds of idly playing with the long locks, Enid begins to work the shampoo against Wednesday's scalp with her fingers, making sure to massage it in until it’s lathering the skin of her scalp before working her way down the thick black strands of hair, exactly as Wednesday instructed.
Enid has never really appreciated just how much hair is needed to make those two thick braids. But now that she’s running her fingers through it, she can really feel just how much, how long, and how cared for her mate’s hair actually is. The feeling of Wednesday’s silky locks flowing through her fingers is one of Enid’s favorite feelings, both the softness and the intimacy of the action, as well as the fact that she’s the only living person allowed to touch Wednesday's hair, was filling her with a massive amount of love and happiness. A sentiment that was becoming more and more apparent the more time she spent with her mate.
She gets so lost in the feeling of her fingers running through the long black hair that Wednesday actually speaks up after a few minutes, when all the shampoo was ready to be washed out and it became obvious that Enid was just playing with it.
“Enid.” Wednesday begins as she remains focused on the wall in front of her. “You can play with my hair all you want later, in our room.” She tells the wolf, feeling like she’ll only somewhat come to regret that promise. “But right now it needs to be washed.” She says as she takes a step forward until her hair is back under the falling water.
“Sorry.” Enid apologizes as she begins to massage Wednesday's scalp once again in order to remove the shampoo, feeling the suds wash down her hands and arms. “It’s just so pretty.” She absentmindedly says as she lightly scrapes her nails against her mate’s head. Wednesday instantly begins to melt into the feeling, leaning into the touch until she goes back too far and a wave of water washes over her face, bringing her out of her bliss with a sudden waterboarding. Thankfully it’s not long before her hair is free of shampoo and Enid’s fingers are idly playing with the tips of her hair.
So Wednesday quickly reaches over and grabs the conditioner, wordlessly handing it to Enid who begins to work the gel into the long black locks. This time, Enid doesn’t get distracted and works diligently until the entirety of Wednesday’s hair is lathered in conditioner. All that’s left to do now is wait a few minutes until it needs to be washed out again.
It’s then that Wednesday takes the pink bottle of conditioner off the shelf and squeezes a little bit into her hand before turning around and facing Enid with a smirk, eternally grateful the gel wasn’t as obscenely colorful as it’s container.
“Your turn.” She says as she makes her way around the wolf, slightly urging her into the center of the small space so she can return the favor.
The wolf complies as she lets Wednesday take her turn, standing with her eyes closed as her girlfriend reaches up and begins to wash her blonde locks.
Enid’s hair is silky-soft and addictively easy to run her fingers through. But unfortunately there’s not a lot of it, which means Wednesday is finished lathering the wolf's hair before she’s had a chance to fully enjoy it.
And before she knows it, it’s time for the conditioner to be washed out of her own hair.
So she takes her place back in the stream of water.
But, instead of having her back to Enid, this time Wednesday steps into the falling water while facing the other girl. That means Enid has to wrap her arms around her back in order to wash the conditioner out of her hair, causing the wolf to almost press her front against Wednesday’s.
Enid tries not to brush up against Wednesday, but the length of her hair causes the wolf to bend over slightly to get all the conditioner out, inadvertently brushing their chests against each other and sending a shock of arousal through both their bodies.
They lock eyes for a brief second before Enid shyly looks away and continues on with washing Wednesday's hair, even as she tries her hardest to stop the blood rushing down to her steadily growing cock.
But it’s a pointless fight, and Enid finds herself at her full four and a half inches in no time.
She does her best to ignore it and focus on her task, and for the most part she’s successful. At least until she finishes washing Wednesday’s hair and stands up straight, causing the head of her dick to make contact with the bare skin of Wednesday’s lower stomach.
“Sorry!” Enid quickly apologizes as she pulls her hips back in an effort to prevent any further accidental contact.
“It’s okay, Enid.” Wednesday quickly reassures the wolf as her gaze flicks down to her waist and back up, taking a quick glimpse at the wolf’s erection. While it wasn’t the first time she’s seen Enid’s penis, this was the first time she’s seen it at it’s full length, and she finds it difficult to look away. “Now I believe it’s my turn to wash the conditioner out of your hair.” She says as she grabs onto both of Enid’s hands and spins them around until Enid is the one under the water, careful to avoid making the wolf uncomfortable with anymore bumps or brushes against her erection.
As she reaches up to rinse Enid’s hair, the wolf reaches down and presses her erection up against her own stomach, giving Wednesday plenty of space to maneuver without the risk of bumping into it. And due to their height difference, Wednesday needs to step forward until there’s barely an inch between them, just so she can reach the top of Enid’s head.
And once again, due to the short length of the wolf’s hair, Wednesday is finished washing the conditioner out before she’s had a chance to fully enjoy it.
But now that she’s done with her task she drops her hands down until her arms are wrapped around Enid’s neck, using her position to pull the wolf out of the falling water and into a deep kiss.
It starts slow but quickly ramps up as soon as Wednesday’s tongue pokes at the wolf’s lips, which Enid doesn’t hesitate to reciprocate.
They begin to melt into each other, leaning into the other as Wednesday tightens her grip on the wolf. And Enid does the same as she wraps her own arms around the raven, pulling her closer and inadvertently pressing Wednesday’s stomach directly against the entire length of her erection.
She moves to pull away but Wednesday doesn’t allow it, using her arms around Enid’s neck to keep her locked in place, even taking a half-step forward in order to keep herself pressed against Enid’s cock. She only ends the kiss once she feels the wolf stop moving.
“Enid.” Wednesday says with a breathless kind of desperation in her voice as a hunger shines in her dark brown eyes. “You don’t need to hide yourself from me.” She pleads with the wolf as she drops her head against Enid’s shoulder, loosening her grip and putting some space between them, not wanting to push Enid into something she’s not ready for. But, before she can get far, Enid pulls her flush up against herself once again, earning a surprised gasp from the raven.
“You’re right.” She says with a quiet determination in her voice, which causes Wednesday to lift her head off the wolf’s shoulder and look her in the eyes. “You’re absolutely right.” Enid repeats again with desire dripping from each word before she leans in and captures the raven's bottom lip between hers, quickly sliding her tongue against Wednesday’s and picking up their kiss were they left off.
It doesn’t take long before their kiss intensifies and Wednesday finds herself with her back up against the wall and Enid pressed to her front.
With the raven’s arms still wrapped around her neck, Enid takes the opportunity to lean down until her hands are on the back of Wednesday’s thighs. With an impressive display of speed and strength the wolf pulls Wednesday off the ground, and the raven responds by wrapping her legs around Enid’s hips, using her arms to hold herself up and take some of the weight off of Enid’s hands.
But as they shifted their position, Enid’s erection was freed from the space between their stomachs and now rests along Wednesday’s labia.
They freeze in place as Enid’s length rubs against Wednesday’s lips, both of them very aware that the wetness that drips down onto the wolf’s cock has nothing to do with the shower.
“Holy shit.” Enid lets out in a breathless groan of pleasure as the feeling of her girlfriend’s warmth teases her dick each time it twitches upwards.
“E- Enid,” Wednesday says between heaved breaths, the look in her eyes downright feral. “I need you to fuck me. Please.” She begs as she lowers herself the slightest bit, pressing her pussy against the top of Enid’s dick before she begins to rock her hips back and forth, grinding on the wolf’s length.
“Should we-” She gets cut off by a sharp inhale as Wednesday's grinding begins to affect her. “Should we get a condom first?” She asks as she uses everything in her to stop herself from following the raven’s lead and rocking her hips.
“Not necessary.” Wednesday says with unwavering determination somewhere beneath her intense arousal. “Neither of us have had any past sexual partners.” She adds on as she buries her face in Enid’s neck, taking in a few heavy breaths to savor the smell of her love.
“But what about-” Enid once again interrupter herself, this time to moan, “Fuck, Wends.” into the raven’s ear. She has to take a second, and a few breaths, before she’s able to continue. “What if you get pregnant.” It's less of a question and more of a statement to highlight the risk she was initially thinking about. Wednesday lifts her head up and looks into Enid’s eyes with a comforting certainty.
“Then our child will be well loved and well cared for.” Her response quickly blows any concern of pregnancy out of the water as the wolf part of Enid’s brain floods her body with endorphins at just the idea of them having pups. The only response Enid has to that is to start rocking her hips back and forth, running the length of her cock along Wednesday’s dripping labia.
Wednesday quickly adjusts herself, tightening her legs around the wolf and pulling herself higher up against the wall.
Once Enid rocks her hips backwards again, their new position proves fruitful as the extra space between them allows for her erection to spring up and the tip of her cock to glide against Wednesday’s lips. As the wolf pushes forward once again, the tip of her dick presses against Wednesday’s entrance instead of slipping across her labia.
She freezes in place as her eyes grow wide, waiting for Wednesday to make a decision and take the lead.
And Wednesday, feeling Enid stop moving, begins to slowly lower herself down onto the head of Enid’s cock as she keeps her gaze locked onto Enid’s, only pausing once she feels the tip fully enter her.
“M- move your hips.” Wednesday's voice is shaky and quiet as her chest heaves in and out, her limbs keeping her frozen in place resting on top of Enid’s dick. “Slowly.” She adds on with a more even tone as she gets used to the feeling of having the wolf inside of her.
Enid does as she’s told and begins to push her hips forward before pulling them back very slowly, feeling the resistance of Wednesday’s walls lessening slightly with every thrust. And soon Wednesday begins to mirror Enid’s movement, rocking her own hips in time with Enid as her intense wetness allows the wolf easy entrance.
With each thrust they both feel Enid’s cock slide further and further inside Wednesday until her clit comes in contact with the pubic hair at the base of Enid’s dick.
Once the majority of Enid’s length is inside Wednesday, the raven lets out a breathy gasp as she tightens her legs around the wolf, stopping both their movement. But that has the unintended side effect of tightening the walls of her vagina against every inch of Enid’s cock.
The wolf loses her balance as her legs nearly give out beneath her, forcing her to place her left hand against the wall to stay upright.
But with that hand no longer wrapped under Wednesday’s thigh, the raven slips down, entirely impaling herself onto Enid’s cock before she could catch herself by tightening her legs around Enid’s hips, which once again tightens her vagina around Enid’s length.
The movement downwards, mixed with the tightening of Wednesday’s walls around her dick, instantly becomes too much for Enid to handle. Wednesday can feel Enid’s cock twitch and throb as she looses control and begins to flood Wednesday’s insides with wave after wave of cum, letting out a low moan of shocked pleasure as her orgasm reaches it’s peak.
“¡Mierda!” Wednesday moans out as she feels the pressure and heat of each ejaculation erupt against her inner walls, filling any free space left inside her. She clamps her eyes shut and throws her head back against the tile of the shower until the wolf’s orgasm slowly begins to die down a few seconds later. When Wednesday opens her eyes, after all the movement inside of her finally settles, she’s met with Enid’s wide eyes full of shocked guilt.
“I- I am so sorry, Wends.” She begins to apologize as soon as she recovers from her unexpected orgasm, not moving from her position braced against the wall, too afraid her legs will stop working if she tries. “I didn’t mean to-” She’s cut off by Wednesday’s lips slamming against hers, cutting off any other apology the wolf was trying to give. She quickly works her tongue into the wolf’s mouth as her arousal skyrockets at the feeling of Enid’s cum coating her insides.
“It’s okay, mi alma.” She reassures Enid once they break from the kiss for some much needed air, not caring in the slightest that their intimate moment was cut short, even though she fully intends on grinding against the wolf until she can get herself off.
“I can keep going.” Enid shyly admits, which spreads a smile across Wednesday’s face as she feels the unrelenting erection inside her continue to hold it’s shape, confirming the wolf’s words. “I mean, if you want to that is.” She adds on with an unsure voice, her eyes darting between both of Wednesday’s as she looks for any signs that the raven was getting overwhelmed.
But Wednesday responds by slowly rocking her hips back and forth, slowly pulling herself up before lowering herself down again.
Enid quickly gets the hint and matches the pace set by the raven, beginning to thrust in and out of her girlfriend once again.
Wednesday can feel a little bit of the wolf’s cum slide out of her with each thrust, which isn’t a great sensory feeling. But thankfully they find a slow but steady rhythm that quickly fills her whole body with a pleasure she’s never felt an equal to before. She begins to rock her hips forwards each time Enid fully thrusts into her, rubbing her clit against the hairy patch of skin above the base of the wolf’s cock, sending an electrifying jolt down her spinal cord and to the tips of her toes.
And Enid feels the tightening of Wednesday's walls against the tip of her cock each time she starts to pull out, only for it to give way when she thrusts back in. It only takes a few more thrust before Enid notices the effect Wednesday’s clit brushing against her is having on her girlfriend.
With more confidence in her footing, she takes her hand off the wall and brings it down between them, using the tip of her middle finger to gently rub the raven’s sensitive clit.
“¡Diosa mía!” Wednesday moans out before Enid leans in and locks their lips together once again, trapping the rest of her moans in their mouths as they begin to desperately explore each other’s tongue with their own. It’s then that Wednesday loosens one of her arms around Enid’s neck and brings her own hand down between them, placing her palm against the back of the wolf’s hand and guiding her to be a little rougher, using Enid’s finger to put more pressure on her clit.
Enid takes the hint and keeps pressure on it, but Wednesday doesn’t let up.
She can’t.
Not while she feels the pressure of her orgasm building up.
She pulls out of the kiss and rests her head in the crook of Enid’s neck as she lets out a loud moan, her words failing her entirely and leaving behind nothing but the primal sound of pleasure.
The first wave of her orgasm hits her like a hundred volt zap, causing every muscle in her body to contract and another more desperate moan to slip past her lips.
But then the next wave comes, and it’s even more intense than the first. This time when she moans, a word does come out, the only word her mind can focus on at the moment.
“E-Enid!” She practically screams out as she feels the tell tale throbbing of the wolf’s cock inside her, marking the start of Enid’s second orgasm of the night.
The feeling of Enid filling her with cum is even more intense than the first time as her orgasm continues to build in intensity, creating an intoxicating bubble of pleasure that radiates out from her center.
The next few waves hit her in time with the wolf’s own orgasm, timed perfectly with each powerful burst of Enid’s cum that soaks every inch of her insides.
By the time her orgasm reaches it’s peak, she’s starting to see black spots in her vision as she fights to stay held onto Enid.
And Enid isn’t in that much of a better state.
Wednesday’s intense orgasm is creating a feeling on her dick that she wasn’t ready for. The constant contraction of her pussy coaxes every single drop she has out of her, making her knees go week.
She brings the hand she had on Wednesday’s clit up to support her mate as she stumbles backwards, hitting the other wall of the shower and sliding down the tile until she’s sitting on the floor with the raven still held tightly in her lap.
“Holy shit.” Enid moans as the last few waves of their orgasm’s die off, their heavy breathing is the only sound in the small space other than the still falling water of the shower. “That was…” She starts but trails off as she fails to find the right words to describe what just happened.
“Life changing.” Wednesday breathes out with unrestrained bliss tinted by a decent amount of exhaustion as she leans her entire body against Enid’s and buries her face in the wolf’s neck, closing her eyes as she slowly catches her breath.
“Absolutely.” Enid agrees as she adjusts her grip on the raven sitting in her lap, pulling her closer and holding her still to stop any movement between them so her erection, which was still fully inside of Wednesday, can begin to fade. “I'm ready for some cuddles right about now.” She says as she leans her head back against the tile, relaxing as much as she can while keeping a steady hold on her mate. “What about you?”
“That sounds like an excellent idea.” Wednesday says into Enid’s shoulder, agreeing with the wolf without making any move to stand up.
“Wends?” Enid questions the lack of movement from the raven as she looks down at the unmoving girl in her arms, wondering if Wednesday thought she meant she wanted cuddles right now.
“I need a minute before I can stand.” There’s a quiet tiredness to her voice that makes it clear how much her orgasm took out of her, and Enid was in a similar state. So, with no rush to end this moment, she leans her head back and relaxes once again.
“Yeah, same.” She agrees, taking the opportunity to play with her mate’s unbraided hair, slowly running her nails across Wednesday's scalp, earning a soft hum of content from the girl as her breathing starts to even out.
They sit like that for a few minutes as Enid’s erection begins to die down, eventually slipping out of Wednesday's overflowing insides. Enid’s own cum starts to drip down onto her soft cock as it leaks out of Wednesday. It goes on for a while until it stops, and that’s when Enid tries to see where Wednesday is in her recovery.
“You ready to stand up yet?” She asks the raven, waiting a few seconds for a response she never gets. “Wends?” She tries to get her girlfriend’s attention once again, only to be met with the same silence as her previous attempt. The wolf frees her fingers from Wednesday’s hair before placing both her hands on the girl’s shoulders, pushing her back slightly so she can look into her eyes. But, instead of those lovely dark brown eyes, she’s met with the sleeping face of her love, blissfully slumbering in her arms. The fact that Wednesday felt comfortable enough, and safe enough, to fall asleep in her arms while they’re both completely naked fills Enid with an unmatched sense of pride and affection.
Her pack instincts and wolfish nature absolutely loved how it felt to have skin to skin contact with her mate, and she would love nothing more than to fall asleep right along with the raven, but there was time for that later, when they weren’t on the floor of Ophelia hall’s public shower. So Enid begins to lightly shake Wednesday’s shoulders, coaxing her out of her unconscious state and waiting until those beautiful brown eyes flutter open.
“Good morning, sleepyhead.” Enid says once Wednesday focuses on her with her bleary gaze, flashing a bright smile at the raven’s cute face. “C’mon, let's get you cleaned up and into bed.” She tells her mate as she reaches up and brushes the wet bangs out of Wednesday’s eyes.
“Yes, my alpha.” Wednesday says with a quiet and tired voice as she untangles herself from the wolf. Her words briefly cause Enid to freeze and suck in a shocked breath, not expecting Wednesday to call her her alpha, and definitely not expecting to like it as much as she does. But she can’t ruminate on it for long as Wednesday stands up directly in front of her, her well groomed pussy allowing Enid a clear view of the cum that was still slowly emptying out of her mate.
She can’t help the giddy little smile on her face, feeling her heart swelling with love as she’s presented with the evidence that her and her mate have taken that step, and might have even started their own pack today.
That thought compels her to stand up and pull her mate into a hug, quickly beginning to rub her face against Wednesday’s neck as she scents the raven with a desperate need to make it clear to everyone that Wednesday was hers.
Her fangs grow in her mouth as her instincts all but scream at her to sink her teeth into Wednesday’s neck, to mark the raven as her mate forever.
While she knows Wednesday is her mate with absolute certainty, she wants to do this properly, with an unforgettable moment orchestrated with love. Not in a passing moment fueled by arousal. And she’s definitely not going to give Wednesday a mate bite in Nevermore’s public showers.
So she forces herself to pull out of her mates arms, putting some distance between them just so she’s no longer tempted to act on her intrusive instinct. Thankfully her fangs start retracting once she’s not within biting distance of the other girl. And, as her fangs disappear, so does her overwhelming urge to taste Wednesday’s blood on her tongue.
“Sorry.” Enid says once she notices the confused look Wednesday was sending her way, obviously not understanding her sudden unusual actions. “Just some werewolf instincts I had to work through, there.” She explains with a shy smile as she moves to grab her pink loofah and body wash. But Wednesday surprises her by stepping forwards and pulling her into a hug, nuzzling her face into Enid’s neck as she returns the scenting.
“You want to bite me.” Wednesday states, not asks, before she leans her head back and looks into the shocked eyes of her mate. “I felt it too.” She admits, continuing to surprise Enid into speechlessness. “The sudden desire to sink my teeth into your neck and split your flesh until your skin becomes forever marred with my mark.” The words pour out of her mouth with unbridled affection as she describes exactly what Enid just felt. “But we can’t taint such a moment with the dull tiles of the communal showers and the smell of bleach.” Once again, as if to just re-affirm the fact that they were always meant to be mates, Wednesday says almost exactly what’s on Enid’s mind.
“God.” Enid sighs out with pure love in her voice. “You’re perfect.” She says as she leans down and kisses her mate, wrapping her arms around the raven and puling her close. Their naked bodies pressed up against each other once again, Enid’s soft dick pressing against the smooth skin of Wednesday’s pelvis. But, due to the extended use and lack of energy, it remains flaccid. They break apart from the kiss and just stand there in their mate’s arms, staring into each other’s eyes as they savor the bit of non-sexual skin to skin contact.
Unfortunately though, it doesn’t last long as the sound of the locker room door opening pierces the silence and ruins their moment of peace. The low murmur of talking begins to echo through the locker room and showers, making it clear that their time here is coming to an end.
“We should probably…” Enid trails off as she steps out of the hug and grabs her loofah and body wash, letting her actions finish her sentence and making it clear she intends to finish cleaning up and get out of here sooner rather than later.
“Yes.” Wednesday quickly agrees as she steps to the side and grabs her bar of soap, giving Enid the space to wash herself off. She watches as the wolf rubs her loofah over her entire body, scrubbing herself down and covering herself in suds. While she doesn’t have the energy to fully appreciate the view at the moment, she does begin to appreciate the fact that they share a room. The thought of falling asleep next to this beautiful creature without a thread of clothing between them propels her to scrub her own body down so her fantasy can manifest into reality as soon as they make it back to their dorm.
She works fast, only slowing down when she begins to clean between her legs, working delicately as she washes off her sore and still leaking vagina, cleaning off any remaining bits of cum that trailed down her legs as she’s been standing here. Thankfully, once she’s finished scrubbing herself down and rinsing herself off, most of Enid’s cum has either settled inside of her or dripped out onto the tile floor, so she no longer has to deal with that very unpleasant leaking sensation.
As she steps out of the water stream she looks over at Enid and sees she’s already drying her hair with an obscenely pink towel. Wednesday follows her lead, grabbing her much more sensible black towel before patting her hair down, opting for a much more restrained tactic than Enid’s almost violent scrubbing. By the time she finishes with her hair and moves on to dry off her body, Enid is already slipping her underwear up her legs before she wraps herself in her towel.
Once Wednesday is sufficiently dried off, she wraps her towel around her body and grabs her bag of dirty clothes and basket of self-care products, turning to Enid who was already holding her own toiletries, waiting for her mate with a soft smile on her face.
“Ready?” She quietly asks as she reaches for the plastic curtain, opening it as soon as Wednesday gives her a nod in response.
Wednesday follows Enid to the locker room, both of them incredibly glad that the girls they heard before had already made their ways into their shower cubicles, meaning the locker room was void of anyone else.
Enid wastes no time before she makes her way over to her locker and begins to get dressed, quickly putting on her pink sweatpants and yellow spaghetti strap tank top.
And it doesn’t take long before Wednesday has slipped on her panties followed by a silk nightdress, opting to skip the bra as she has a feeling their clothes won’t stay on for long.
And she was right.
As soon as they made it back to their dorm room and closed the door behind them, Wednesday dropped her things onto her desk and began stripping off her nightgown, turning to Enid with a smirk on her face and a challenge in her eyes as she made her way towards the colorful bed on the other side of the room, dropping her panties and stepping out of the leg holes as she walks.
By the time Wednesday climbs under the covers, Enid has already stripped out of her own clothes and is standing next to the bed in just her panties, which she quickly takes off before climbing into bed next to her mate.
Wednesday is laying on her back as Enid crawls over until she’s on top of her, leaning down and capturing the raven's lower lip in a slow and loved filled kiss. They pull apart soon after and spend a few minutes just looking at each other, taking in the subtle features and hidden details on the face of their mate.
“I love you so much.” Enid whispers with unwavering affection, her tone subtly tinted with disbelief, as if she herself finds it hard to grasp the depths of her feelings for the girl beneath her. And Wednesday shares the sentiment, never in her life believing she would ever feel this way for anyone.
But here she was, naked in bed with the girl who stole her heart before she even realized it was gone.
Her Addams blood as unavoidable as her feelings for Enid.
“The affections I have for you are unmatched.” She says as she looks up into the mesmerizing eyes of the wolf. “You are my love, my mate.” She begins as she brings her hand up and gently caresses Enid’s face. “Mi alma, mi vita.” (My soul, my life) She continues to shower Enid with flowery words of affection before adding one last thing as she stares into Enid’s eyes with pure devotion. “My alpha.”
Those two words cause Enid to let out a whine as her heart clenches with intense and overflowing love. She’s overcome with a need to hold her mate as close as she physically can, so she leans down and wraps her arms around the raven’s back, laying on top of her and pressing their bodies against each others as she slowly and methodically rubs her face against Wednesday’s neck.
And Wednesday responds by wrapping her arm around the wolf’s bare waist and placing her palm flat against the back of Enid’s head, closing her eyes as she lets her mate scent her to her hearts content.
It’s five minutes later when Enid lets up, not because she was done, just because she was too tired to continue.
With exhaustion forcing her to stop, she presses a quick kiss to Wednesday's cheek before she cuddles against her mate’s bare body, resting her ear against Wednesday’s chest and taking comfort in the constant beat of her mate’s heart.
That’s how they fall asleep. In Enid’s bed, both as naked as the day they were born with Wednesday's unbraided hair splayed out over the pillow and Enid curled directly into the raven’s side, her face resting on the swell of Wednesday’s chest and her leg wrapped over Wednesday’s waist, causing her flaccid dick to press against the seer’s thigh.
It was intimate in a way that was based in comfort and safety, the kind that didn’t need to be sexual to show just how intense the love and trust was between them.