Wednesday pulled her braids behind her head, tucking them in the back of her shirt. Then lowered her head into Enid's lap. A timid tongue took a little lap at the clear liquid at the tip of the she-wolf's cock. Wednesday didn't find the taste unpleasant, a bit salty, but as she brought her tongue back into her mouth, a string of Enid's pre-cum stretched from the tip of her lupine arousal to Wednesday's lips.
She felt emboldened, lowering her head again, this time letting her tongue trace lazy circles against the crown of Enid's new toy. Tasting the saltiness of her skin, the muskiness of her pheromones. Enid smelt both feral and fitting, the perfect match for Wednesday's mouth. Winna lowered her mouth, taking all of her glans within it, and Enid's head tossed back in a low howl, her fangs pressing into her skin as she bit her lower lip in pleasure.
The natural act involved pumping in and out, and Wednesday started to do this with her roommate. Taking in an inch at a time, she lowered herself on Enid's feminine manhood. As the wolf-girl relished these feelings, altogether alien and familiar, her hands started to thread through Wednesday's hair. At first delicate and supporting, Enid's nails lightly traced against Enid's raven hair and pale scalp. Wednesday continued to bob up and down, so slowly.
Eventually, though, the nature of the beast is to rut. And Enid wanted more of this sensation. More of this pleasure. And, in her eyes, Wednesday was offering herself plainly to her. Her hands gripped more forcefully, more a simultaneous pulling of the hair and pushing the head down, and Wednesday definitely noticed. A half-cough of surprise came out her nose, as her mouth was quite occupied. Enid pushed down, and Wednesday felt her against the back of her throat.
In her mind, Wednesday analyzed the situation. She knew what Enid would do, having seen acts like this, and (ugh) having heard her parents in their house. So she went back to her sword swallowing tricks, loosening her jaw and relaxing her throat muscles to allow Enid's rapier down her throat. But as she did, she felt the knot growing against the outside of her lips. She knew she'd have to keep that out of her mouth, or Enid would be stuck inside her for who knows how long.
Wednesday took Enid's cock in her throat, pumping softly with her mouth, and taking gulps to stroke the sensitive glans. She knew she had about 45 seconds to make her orgasm before she'd start to panic from lack of oxygen. Rarely a crier, Wednesday's eyes were tearing up as a natural reaction to Enid being so close to her mucosal membranes. She continued to gulp rhythmically and felt her roommate come to the precipice of passion.
Enid held Wednesday's skull against her pelvis as she shot pulse after pulse of her potent seed directly down Wednesday's throat. Wednesday adjusted herself to make sure the sperm went down her esophagus and not her windpipe, but continued to swallow, to coax her roommates need out of her. And, when Enid had finished, Wednesday pulled Excalibur from the stone of her throat. A trail of her lust and Wednesday's saliva landed on Enid's lap.
Both out of breath, Wednesday lay on Enid on the bed. They panted, both lying spent physically.
"When did you learn to do that?" Enid asked her roommate? "I've never felt that before."
"It was just instinct," Wednesday forced the words out between breaths. "Was I OK?"
"OK?" Enid hugged Wednesday despite her discomfort. "You were amazing roomie!"
YOU ARE READING
Her Pit and Her Pendulum
DragosteAfter their night of discovery, after their day of discussion, Enid and Wednesday try to figure where they really are. What they really are.
