Her Pit and Her Pendulum

Enid Gets a Taste

As they lay spent on Enid's bed, she slowly relaxed herself, reverting back those wolflike aspects, notably her ears, tail, and cock.

"That was amazing, Winna! Where did you learn that?" Enid asked her roommate.

Wednesday shrugged, then said "You were the one who encouraged me to explore the internet and social media. The latter is still corrupted with vapid ideas. The former..." Wednesday's eyes trailed off before continuing, "...well, it's a different type of corruption."

Enid paused, "Well, can I at least help you? It's the least I could do. Besides..." She paused and blushed, "...I've been curious since that night."

Wednesday fought off a sly smile. "Don't worry about it. I'll address my need later." She had always been a insular girl, never wanting to be a burden, never even wanting to be noticed.

Enid, with wolflike speed, shifted until she was on top of the little raven. "Nonsense. You're always thinking of me. Let me give you this gift."

She then slid down Wednesday's body, slowly kissing her exposed skin between the folds of the robe. Between her tiny breasts, her sternum, her tummy, to her navel. Enid blazed a trail of tiny kisses, and Wednesday's skin perked up with tiny goosebumps.

She reached the top of her hips, got to the downy hairs on her gently raised mound, when Wednesday clenched her thighs together.

"You really don't have to, Enid."

Enid spread her thighs, using a bit of her werewolf strength to overpower the smaller girl. "I said, I want to give you a gift."

Wednesday sighed, a small smile caught the edge of her mouth.

Enid focused her attentions on the tender skin between Wednesday's thighs and lower lips. While she never shaved, her hair between her legs was much thinner than what covered her sex from the front, and Enid focused small delicate kisses just inside her thighs, working down one leg and up the other. She could feel the heat flowing from Wednesday's sex, could see the blood vessels pinkening the pale skin with arousal. And it excited the wolfling.

She took the tip of her tongue, and delicately licked the area just below her lips, just above her anus. She could smell Winna's soap and her excitement, and it brought out a more animalistic urge in Enid. Subconsiciously, her tongue widened to that of a wolf, and she took a slow long wide lick on Wednesday's labia. Like a zipper, the raven's lower lips parted, exposing her wet needful hole. Wednesday gasped under Enid's instict-led tongue, and stiffled a purr from leaving her throat.

Enid dipped lower, taking a taste of the nectar collecting just outside Wednesday's vagina. Delicious, salty with just a bit of tangyness, it drove the werewolf more excited, causing her own fluids to start to leak. Her claws started to dig in to the pale flesh of her roommates thighs, not strong enough to cut, but enough to leave marks. To mark her territory. And soon she would leave another mark.

Her attention focused to the pale pink pearl at the top of Roomie's lower mouth. Enid's tongue stroked against it, and Wednesday's hands balled up in fists, clenching her roommates sheets as the word "FUCK" leaked from her throat. The wolf's tongue continued to lavish attention to her needful bundle of nerves until Wednesday took handfuls of Enid's blonde hair, pulling her mouth onto her.

"More, I need more," Wednesday now demanded.

As Enid excitedly lapped at her friend's clitoris, Wednesday's thighs clenched together as she experienced Le Petit Mort, Her fingers gripped tighter in her roommates hair, keeping her face there, her tongue there.

"Mon Coeur." The words left her lips before she realized it. And Wednesday's eyes went wide.

And still trapped between her thighs, Enid smiled.