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Double Blessing
Since the night in which Enid Sinclair faced Tyler Galpin to save Wednesday, something changed between them. Not only did they start to spend much more time together, but the seer, though apathetic to physical interactions, allowed the blue-eyed to hug her occasionally. It was impressive the impact one night could have on the lives of teenagers, especially Sinclair, who went from being an embarrassment to her family to being the adoration of the clan when they discovered she had presented as an Alpha.
The attitude of the other wolves in Nevermore had also changed drastically. From one moment to the next, Enid had so many friends it was difficult to distribute her time. However, there was only one thing that remained unchanged in the last two years: they were a few months away from finishing their studies at Nevermore, and Wednesday Friday Addams hadn't even realized that Enid's wolf chose her as a partner since that fateful night when the Hyde had almost killed the seer.
In short, apart from the few friendly hugs, Wednesday treated her with the same apathy and coldness. Enid had accepted her fate. It's not like she could declare her feelings when the dark-eyed, black-haired woman made it clear to half of the school that she had no interest in social, sexual, or romantic relationships.
What could she do about it? Nothing. That’s the answer. She was forced to swallow her feelings. Most of the time it was fine. It only became unbearable during the week of her Rut, where the hormonal imbalance, the appearance of her secondary sexual characteristics, and her uncontrollable wolfish desire disturbed her.
Addams didn't notice, too focused on some research she shouldn't be conducting or writing the second part of the novel she published shortly after what happened with Tyler and which Enid had read twice because... well...because it had been written by the person leaving her sleepless.
It was early January when the person who would change her and Wednesday's lives arrived. The night before, Enid had left the dining room three seconds after gobbling down her food like a beast. Yoko had mocked her, saying to be careful or she might choke. Then, who would save Nevermore from Wednesday's fury?
Sinclair ignored her, pushing her by the shoulder and hurrying to their shared bedroom. Taking advantage of the fact that Addams told her she would be arriving late, the wolf undressed, lying down on her bed with the moonlight bathing her body and sliding a hand to her erection. Her rut would occur during the following weekend; she had five days to. Her body was burning at an unbearable temperature, and judging by the early appearance of her member it would be an intense rut; which would be perfect if she didn't have to go through it alone.
Technically, she didn't have to.
There were several omegas in Nevermore, and more than one had offered to help.
However, none of them has Addams' black hair, her expressionless gaze... succulent lips... perfect skin...or her creepy smile.
Enid is so fucked.
She wrapped a hand around her thick dick, stroking herself roughly and quickly, closing her eyes as her breathing became irregular and her blonde hair began to stick to her forehead because of the sweat.
A cold gust of wind blew through the half-open window, and Sinclair was thankful it was open because her body was burning at temperatures that shouldn't be possible. She moaned, reaching out a hand to cover her mouth, moving her other hand faster, the scent of her arousal coating her fingers, filling the air with the wolf’s scent. If Wednesday were a wolf, she would surely have complained. Enid had left her scent in every corner of the room, even on the seer’s dark side.
-Wednesday...- the wolf panted, thrusting her hips up, imagining the brunette on top of her, naked... sweaty... with that dark gaze full of arousal as Enid pushed her throbbing erection into her wet cor. - Wednesday...
She had cum not long after, the image of Addams fading as sleep took over.
Sinclair woke up a short time later, the moon still high in the sky. There was no sign of her roommate. She was thankful because she didn't want to explain why she was playing the nudist with cum on her abdomen. Addams would surely have a rather hurtful comment about her current state. Enid quickly gathered her clothes, throwing them into the laundry basket before showering, changing into her pajamas, and returning to sleep.
The next time she opened her eyes, it was because she heard a scream she couldn't recognize. The voice sounded a lot like Wednesday's. However, her best friend had never screamed: it couldn't be her. Enid slowly opened her eyes, bringing her hands to rub them because she was seeing double.
-Wednesday...- she whispered, confused, staring at the brunette who was arms crossed and wearing her black uniform. Yet, in front of her stood another woman. A woman who had equally black hair, equally dark eyes, and... - Oh, for Merlin's sake! Did you clone yourself?
-I'm offended that you call this poor imitation of me a clone.- Addams commented.
-You're insufferable...- the other woman declared.
Enid sat down, still processing what she was seeing.
In front of her were two identical women, yet very different. The unknown woman had her hair loose, falling gracefully over her shoulders, while Willa was still combed with her braids. The other woman had a warm stare and wore a red shirt with torn jeans. Wednesday wouldn't ever use such attire, even under the threat of death.
Their faces were almost identical, though. Same dark eyes, same full lips, same slim build. It was...it was heaven, and the stupid dick she'd acquired during the week shared her opinion because it began to harden, forcing the wolf to grab a pillow and place it on her lap as she sat down.
Double Wednesday.
Which deity had heard her prayers?
- So... she's not a clone...
- Her name is Tara Carpenter. I accidentally brought her from her universe to ours. Mother hypothesizes she must have been about to die and that's why...
- I've told you five times already! They were going to cut my head off when you took me out of there! Why do you keep talking like you have to confirm it? - Tara interrupted, rolling her eyes.
- I'm sorry I saved your life. It's an attack on my ego that you're me. – Addams commented
- Technically I'm not you. – the other argued, crossing her arms.
- Hey, is anyone hungry? – the wolf queried, gaze traveling from one woman to the other.
- I must comb my hair first. – Wednesday stated, her murderous gaze letting Enid know she only wanted to escape the presence of her copy...or Tara, as Addams had introduced her.
Sinclair fixed her gaze on the stranger once Willa had disappeared behind the bathroom door, and the young woman looked at her with both eyebrows raised.
- So... you were about to die? – Enid questioned.
- Long story, a maniac was chasing me... and then I appeared in front of another maniac.
- Wednesday is... a little scary, but she's good, deep down.
- She's annoying.
- It's part of her charm. I'm Enid Sinclair, her best friend.
- Best friend? – Tara asked, her mischievous gaze silently wondering if they weren't something more.
Enid blushed. She wanted to be more than a best friend.
- Just friends.
- Yeah... – Tara glanced over her shoulder, towards Addams' desk, and then back at Enid, there was mischief in those eyes. Sinclair wasn't used to it. – Is that why your little friend was happy to see her?
- My friend? – the wolf frowned and then noticed Tara's gaze dropping to her crotch, which was still covered by the pillow.
- I... I'm...
- She's a werewolf, Carpenter. – Wednesday had spoken before the blonde could explain. – It's a natural reaction when she's in her Rut week. We'll leave the room at night, Sinclair.
- Oh, I'd rather stay with her... - Tara joked, a smile curling her lips.
The blonde nodded, blushing hard, but she noticed the murderous glint lit up Wednesday's gaze. Did Addams care if she shared her rut with someone?
Even more importantly, since when does the brunette know her sexual cycle? Shit...Now that she thought about it, Wednesday always left the room during her ruts, usually with well-planned excuses.
- I...I'm going to change.
Sinclair had run away, noticing the heat on her cheeks and the painful erection between her legs. It was a bad week for this kind of situation. She had no control over her rut or her roommate's strange activities. Luckily, the two brunettes didn't comment on her clear erection when she re-emerged from the bathroom.
Enid, being the cheerful and social person she is, couldn't help but ask Tara all about her life as they walked to the dining room and during breakfast. The young woman answered everything with the same playful demeanor. Addams has excused herself, letting them know she’ll visit Weems to explain why there are two "Wednesdays" walking around Nevermore.
- This is crazy! - Yoko said, leaning close to Carpenter, who laughed while nodding.
- Tell me about it. – the brunette murmured. – Although... I must admit, Wednesday seems to be a lot more badass than me.
- I prefer your style. – the vampire argued, shrugging.
- If Wednesday hears you, Yoko, don't ask me to protect you. – Ajax warned her, surrounding Bianca's shoulders. Even though his relationship with Enid had ended more than a year ago, the blonde still felt somewhat uncomfortable when she saw him with Barclay. She never thought they would end up together.
- So, how does this wolf rut thing work? – Tara asked, turning to Enid, curiosity evident in her eyes.
Sinclair noticed how her gaze dropped to her lips, but pushed the thought aside because there was no way this replica of her roommate could be interested in her.
- Sex for hours, that's how it works. – Tanaka stated.
- Yoko! – Sinclair scolded her.
- Really? – Carpenter questioned.
- Well yes, but...- Enid whispered, feeling her cheeks redden. – It's our method of reproduction. During ruts or heats, the probability of getting pregnant or becoming pregnant is almost 100 percent.
- That only applies to wolves with a partner, Sinclair. – Yoko interrupted. – And you’re single and without a collar.
- Tanaka, let it go. – Divina interrupted, pushing her girlfriend by the shoulder, who blew her a kiss before returning to her drink.
- It sounds wild. – Tara commented.
- It's... it's a little wild. – Enid admitted.
- It's not a game, for sure. I lay with a wolf once…and it was… enlightening. – Barclay added.
- Honey, do you always have to mention that? – Ajax complained, receiving a shrug from the siren.
- What do you want me to do? It was a night hard to forget.
Enid returned all her attention to her food, smiling slightly at her companions' comments, but too distracted to listen to everything they were saying. The truth is she should have a mate. Every wolf was expected to find one before eighteen. As usual, she’s the exception.
Well, she is not. She knows Addams is her mate. Yet, she couldn't do anything if the seer didn't see beyond their friendship. Her hand met Tara's when she went to hold her drink. When their eyes met, she heard the wolf inside her growling, tearing her muscles attempting to take control. She frowned in confusion; that had only happened with Wednesday. Was it possible that her wolf...wanted this brunette too?
- I met a girl identical to you in my universe. - Tara commented, licking her lips.
- What was I in your universe? A singer? Police?
- I don't know...I saw you get murdered...
- Oh...
- Just...- Tara blushed, glancing away. - ...we had wild sex in a bathroom.
- Oh...- now it was Enid who was completely red.
- Sinclair. – Addams' voice made her jump, realizing she had leaned closer to Tara as they spoke. - Come with me.
(...)
Slowly, days began to pass. Tara had adapted to the group's activities with surprising ease. Enid, being kind to everyone and even more so if that person had the face and body of her partner, had taken it upon herself to explain everything she needed to know about the groups in Nevermore and life in Jericho.
In the blink of an eye, Tara knew most of the blonde's friends and even some enemies. Wednesday spent more time with her too, which was odd. Often, the seer would show up when Tara was flirting with Sinclair, who tended to blush and stutter.
-Rebecca, that’s her name?- Tara questioned when she introduced her to one of the werewolves closest to her.
Rebecca was kind and funny. And a bit of a flirt. She often offers to help Enid with anything. For example, she saved her when Enid was about to fail one of her classes.
- That's right. I'm sure you'll like her. - the wolf affirmed.
- She's just nice to you.- murmured Willa, seated in the chair before them while they were having dinner, Thing on her shoulder nodding with his ring finger.
- It's not true.- murmured the wolf, but when her partner gave her that cold stare, she knew she had to leave the subject aside. - How is the investigation going to return Tara to her universe? Not that I want you to leave.
Tara caressed her cheek, earning a blank stare from Addams.
- Futile so far. If I return her, it must be at the exact moment when I extracted her, and...
- And I’d die instantly. - the other brunette concluded with a sigh.
- That's horrible. You can make a life here. It's different, but a lot of people like you.
- This place is much quieter than my world.
- I'm in favor of bringing her back to her world and letting her die. She'd be fulfilling her destiny. - Wednesday commented. The seer had a grudge against Tara, even making her sleep on the floor because "she's invaded our space, she's not a guest."
- Don't pay attention to her. She's joking.
- She is not.- Tara debated, fiddling with her food. - Are you afraid that someone will choose the best version of you instead of waiting forever for you to decide to pay them attention?
Enid blinked, looking from one to the other because Addams had returned the spoon to the plate and her gaze had turned murderous.
- That wouldn't happen.
- Do you want to bet?
- I believe you'll die in every universe...by my hand in this one.
- Empty threats, Addams.
The seer had appeared a dagger from thin air, stretching it towards Tara unblinking.
- Lay a finger on her…and I will slowly tear you to pieces.
Tara smiled.
- Girls, what is happening? Who are we talking about?
- Thing, clearly.- Tara murmured. - Wednesday does not want to lose her loyal...best friend.
Enid frowned, ready to ask more questions, but Bianca joined them and later, Yoko. The vampire hugged her from behind, and Enid felt butterflies in her stomach as she noticed how Addams gave the vampire a cold stare. The seer was possessive of her. She had been for the past few years. Yet, everything seemed to indicate she only wanted to protect her because they were best friends.
- Enid, they told me there is a fair tonight. Want to go together?- Tara asked as they got up from the table.
-Of course, you'll love it. Maybe we'll win some stuffed animals. Will you join us, Willa?
- I won't be able to. I must continue my book.
- Fine. We'll be back soon.
Enid kissed her cheek, smiling widely before dragging Tara out.
That's how most days had gone by. They had all three meals together. Wednesday usually went off on her own when she had to do research or write. Tara had made several friends in four days but still sought time with Enid. Sinclair enjoyed the company of both, and their attributes when they were distracted. On more than one occasion, she had slid her gaze over Tara's backside or remained staring at her lips.
As promised, both brunettes left the room at night, allowing her an hour or two of privacy before returning. That way, the wolf's out-of-control libido had been satiated. Unfortunately, or maybe not, her rut was approaching fast, and she couldn't just turn it off.
(...)
It was the morning of her rut. Sinclair was convinced she would die of heat if she didn't remove her clothes, but she could hear Wednesday breathing next to her desk and the sound of paper as Tara turned the pages of a magazine. She opened her eyes, not remembering when she had fallen asleep while listening to music. With difficulty, Enid sat up, removing her pink coat because she was suffocating under it. The movement caught Tara's attention, but not Addams', who continued typing.
-Enid, are you okay? - Carpenter was before her in a blink, kneeling and placing a hand on her shoulder.
The sound of the typewriter stopped.
-I'm...I need to go to the cells. – the wolf mumbled, she could hear the moon calling, the whisper urging her to lose control and take possession of the first person who stood before her...Tara was in the wrong place if she wanted to save herself.
- Sinclair, what's wrong? – Wednesday asked.
Enid was stunned when she felt a hand on her jaw, forcing her to tilt her face upward.
- It's... it's just my rut. I'll spend the night in the cell. In a few days, I'll be fine.
Addams nodded, stepping back, but Tara prevented the blonde from getting up, laying a hand on her shoulder.
- You don't have to spend the night in a cell.
- Carpenter. – Wednesday murmured, there was a threat in her voice.
- What? Because you cannot admit that you like her, others aren’t allowed?
Sinclair was too hot to interpret her words, but the pressure of that hand near her neck helped her stay anchored to life and not get lost in the wolf subspace.
- You will not lay a finger on her. - Addams ordered.
- And who's stopping me? You? - Tara challenged.
- Stop it... just... - Sinclair whispered, letting herself fall on the bed in a fetal position.
At that moment, the only real thing was that desperate agony constraint by the fabric of her pants.
It was too much. She cursed under her breath, wanting to tear off that damn dick... stop being an alpha.
Is she an alpha?
Her secondary characteristics said yet, but she felt like an omega. Lying there, waiting for someone to satisfy the pain or for it to disappear.
- You touch her, and I'll cut off your hands...
- Others have tried.
- Are you challenging me?
Enid couldn't take any more of this stupid competition between the two most attractive women she had ever met.
- I'll go with Rebecca. I just... I need to get up... – Sinclair stated, intending to stand up.
The cold hand on her chin stopped her, Addams had held Enid. She held her firmly, forcing Sinclair to meet her expressionless gaze.
- Help me...stand up. – Enid insisted.
- Who is Rebecca? – Wednesday queried.
- Are you kidding? Don't you remember the little brown-haired bitch who almost rubbed her ass in Enid’s face two days ago? – Tara questioned, rolling her eyes.
Sinclair could feel her dick ache even more as she stared at Carpenter's exasperated expression, who dressed only in a red sweater and panties looked...looked like the dessert Enid wanted to eat slowly.
- What would you...
- Don't even finish that question. – Carpenter interrupted exasperatedly. Addams looked at her, frowning. - Have you not noticed that Enid drools over you?
- I've seen her enthralled with your figure for the last four days. – Wednesday debated.
They weren't lying.
Neither of them were.
They had both found Enid prying on their...attributes on more than one occasion.
- You know what, Addams? We're water and oil.
- An apt comparison.
- But...look at her. I know you want to get close, but don't know how to.
- You don't know me.
- In this aspect, you're not so different from me. – Tara debated. – What I mean is...we can help her...
-Both of us? – Addams questioned.
The wolf wasn't sure what was going on, but the two brunettes, for the first time in four days, seemed to be meditating on the possibility of a truce that involved helping her, whatever they meant. She didn't expect to be abruptly moved out of her bed by Tara's firm hand and shoved onto Wednesday's bed.
- I assume you don’t want to do it on her colorful side. – Tara explained, smiling.
Enid let herself fall back onto the black pillow as she closed her eyes, delighting in the scent of her partner. That bed smelled so much like Wednesday that she could die happy. She felt less pressure on her crotch and opened her eyes, discovering Tara unzipping her pants.
- Do you agree? - Wednesday asked, grabbing her jaw, her short, black nails digging deliciously into her skin, making Enid’s hips thrust against nothing.
Agree?
What’s she agreeing to?
- I...
- Enid. - Addams spoke again. - Do you want us to help you with your rut?
Does she? Does Wednesday want to help Enid with her rut?
The wolf nodded and surprised the seer by seizing her nape and inviting her closer. The little control she had left had been used in understanding the seer’s questions. Their mouths met. Enid enjoyed the sensation of caressing her partner's lips with her own before parting her lips and directing the movement.
The seer hesitated for several seconds. Yet, as they adjusted to each other's rhythm, the brunette relaxed. Enid moaned, feeling a hand on her throbbing hard member, and Addams pulled away.
They both glanced down. Tara is seated at the end of the bed. Enid's dick was trapped in on of her hands. Sinclair thrust her hips up, admiring Tara's bare skin. The woman had removed her red shirt and was wearing only black panties.
-For an alpha, you're not very dominant. - Tara commented, hand running up and down the length of Sinclair's erection, whose breathing was ragged.
The wolf growled. The beast inside her heard the challenge in Tara’s words. Oh, she could be dominant. She just...she didn't want to scare Wednesday. But when she looked away from Tara's flirtatious gaze and met the seer's, she saw desire in the depths of her dark eyes.
Wednesday wanted this. All of it.
Carefully, but determinedly, the wolf sat up, leaning against the headboard after removing her pants, leaving her only in a pink blouse with a rainbow sticker on the center.
-Come here. - she ordered, staring at Tara, who smiled at Wednesday before sliding up, straddling Sinclair’s knees.
Enid grabbed her hair, fingers sliding through the black strands, pulling her down to lower her face towards her dick. Tara opened her mouth, a smile still adorning her pink, plump lips. Sinclair felt her member throb. Her eyes were locked on Tara’s tempting mouth. However, remembering the brunette standing fully clothed at her side, she looked away for a second.
-Undress. - she ordered when her gaze met Wednesday’s.
Without much preamble, she directed her erection into Tara’s mouth, who gasped as the wolf’s hips began to move faster and deeper. Wednesday had slid her gaze to Tara's actions, and her cheeks were flushed. Enid allowed her to watch. Yet, when minutes passed and the seer yep staring at the spectacle, spellbound, she growled.
-Addams, I gave you an order.- The alpha on her chest was devising a punishment, but the blonde pushed it away... they must be gentle with Wednesday.
The seer raised her shaking hands to her button-down shirt and unbuttoned it. Enid slowed the thrust of her hips, staring intently at the skin her partner was revealing. Tara, noticing the change in rhythm, relaxed, sucking on her dick calmly, using more of her tongue along the throbbing shaft.
Enid came inside Tara's mouth when Addams dropped her bra. For years, she imagined the seer’s skin, her scars, her moles, her complexion. She could never have imagined perfection of it. Wednesday is beautiful. Enid wanted to kiss the scar left after the battle years ago.
- Fuck, you're still so hard.- Tara gasped, pulling away and allowing some of her seminal fluid to wet Addams’ black sheets.
- A wolf's erection can last up to five consecutive hours without causing harm to them. - Wednesday explained, reminding Enid why she loved her so much.
- Five hours? - Tara queried, surprised.
With her mind clearer after cumming, Enid was able to nod. Yet, her gaze was still on Wednesday's perky breasts. She wanted to run her tongue over the seer's skin. To run her tongue over both of their skin...mark them in every possible way.
- In ancient times, an alpha had approximately ten omegas at his disposal. They had to please them, which is why longer-lasting erections were a trait that guaranteed greater offspring and survival.- the seer continued to explain, hands playing with the button on her pants.
Enid reached out, holding Addams' left wrist and bringing her closer to the bed’s edge, close enough to take care of the pants.
- Class can wait, Willa.- declared the wolf and kissed the scar on Wednesday’s abdomen before beginning to sit.
Her face met Tara's, and she didn't hesitate to reach out to her lips, wiping away the residue of her ejaculation before capturing her mouth in an intense kiss. Tara kissed her with much more experience than Wednesday, sliding her tongue inside Enid's mouth while caressing her still standing shaft again.
- I'll get condoms. Give her some love while I get back, Addams. - Tara ordered when she broke the kiss.
Condoms.
Of course, they must be careful.
Enid turned to the seer, who had sat behind her, wearing only panties, and was licking her lips in a clear display of nervousness. Gently, she faced and cupped her face with both hands, closing the distance between their mouths. They lazily settled on the bed, lips joined in a kiss that seemed eternal.
- Fuck, Willa... - the wolf moaned against her mouth, hips thrusting down, her cock resting comfortably on the damp fabric of Addams' panties.
- You're...throbbing... - Wednesday whispered, face flushed, and pupils dilated.
- You're beautiful. - the wolf breathed, her kisses descending along Addams' neck, biting and licking the soft skin.
The seer tilted her neck, biting her lips to silence her moans, which grew louder every time Enid slid closer to her breasts. The wolf paused once she placed a kiss on the brunette's sternum and briefly joined their gazes before parting their lips and capturing a pink, erect nipple, sucking on it with dedication.
She felt Addams' nails dig into her shoulders and couldn’t stop the thrust of her hips against the seer’s covered intimacy. They both moaned as Enid’s cock had briefly caressed the brunette's clitoris. She needed to be inside her mate, but Tara have not return with the condoms.
-Fuck, damn it...- she gasped, lowering a hand to her dick, stroking as hard as possible while leaning back on her knees.
Wednesday was still lying on the bed. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her eyes were darkened, and her legs spread wide enough for the wolf to not only smell her arousal but see the dark patch on the fabric. She wanted to stop herself, not wanting to scare Addams, but couldn't. Instead, Enid rested her cock over the seer’s panties and began to rub against her.
-You're wet, omega...- she growled.
Wednesday closed her eyes, and moved her hips, imitating the wolf's dance.
Oh, maybe her mate wasn't so innocent after all.
-Enid, cum on me. - Wednesday begged.
- You want me to mark you as mine. Are you mine? - the blonde queried, stopping the movement of her hips to grab the edges of Addams' panties and pull them down.
The brunette didn't stop her, and Enid was a second away from cumming when she looked at her vaginal lips, shiny with arousal. She leaned down, ignoring the pain in her cock, and the alpha's desire to bury herself deep within Addams to fill her with her seed until the brunette couldn't take it anymore. Instead, Sinclair parted Addams lower lips and placed a kiss on Wednesday's clit. The seer held her hair, and Enid noticed how she shuddered when her tongue slid between her folds.
- I see you've decided to advance the fun quite a bit. - Tara's voice made her stop.
She turned to look over her shoulder, discovering the other brunette removing her clothes. Enid licked her lips, and the alpha inside her chest begged her to hurry. Silencing it once more, she slid a hand to Wednesday's clit, stroking softly as she stared at Tara moving closer.
-I know she's your favorite, but you hurt me, alpha. - Tara teased.
Enid had no favorites.
Enid loves Wednesday Addams.
...and lust for Tara.
She would make them both feel pleasure.
With her free hand, she grabbed Tara by the neck and brought their lips together, earning the first moan from the more flirtatious brunette. Wednesday was a trembling body under her expert fingers. Her tongue joined Tara's seconds before pulling away.
-You're earning yourself a punishment.- she declared huskily, clearly the alpha in her taking control. - Wednesday is ready...
At her statement, Enid looked down at the seer, who stared back with eyes full of desire and excitement. At that moment, Sinclair was convinced she could ask for heaven and Wednesday would go and take it down as soon as possible.
- How do you want us, alpha? - Tara questioned.
Enid leaned down to grab one of her breasts before answering, sucking the hardened nipple and lowering the hand she had on the back of Tara's neck to her butt.
- I want you in my mouth.- Enid gasped, kissing Tara again, who received her tongue without complaint. - ...while I make love to Willa.
They had to move a little, and Wednesday needed help from Tara to place the condom on the wolf, who settled herself on the pillow.
As Addams stumbled on her second attempt to slide Enid's cock inside her, the wolf reached out and smacked Tara's ass, making her jump.
-Let me do it. - the wolf growled, grabbing the seer’s hips, who gasped at the dominant tone and relaxed once she had part of her dick inside. - On my face, Tara, don't make me repeat it.
The world was a better place once she had Tara's cunt on her mouth. The brunette gripped the headboard, causing the bed to shift and Wednesday's hands gripped the ones Enid kept on her hips, guiding her towards her cock. She buried herself in her slowly, imitating that same slow rhythm with her tongue, which she slid between Tara's wet folds.
-Fuck, you're... you're good with that tongue in all universes. - Tara moaned.
- You don't need to remark that you've had her tongue inside you before. - Addams argued.
- Mmm I had her tongue…her fingers…- Tara teased. - And in a little while I'll have her cock... you can feel proud, it’s inside you first.
- Enid is still my wolf, you're just passing by.
Sinclair couldn't focus on Tara's delicious taste or enjoy Wednesday's tight cunt while they were competing.
- Oh, but I'm not going anywhere.
- I'll murder you.
Enid spanked her. The sound of her palm slapping Wednesday's ass echoed throughout the room. The seer leaned down, hands gripping Sinclair's sides, who pushed her hips harder. If her partner couldn't be gentle willingly, she would help her.
- Ah, Enid... oh...
- Mmm, someone is furious. - Tara whispered, raising her hips just enough to allow Enid to join their gazes.
- The first of you who tries to piss off the other, will be tied to my bed and won't participate anymore for tonight.
Tara smiled.
- Enid, oh..I'm going to...- Wednesday didn't seem to be listening.
The sound of their pelvis colliding still echoed through the room.
- Cum, Willa... I'll keep fucking you anyway.- the wolf panted before returning her mouth to Tara's clit, whose hands once again gripped the headboard.
Wednesday had come. Sinclair could feel her vaginal walls contracting and squeezing her shaft enough to tempt her to come. But she forced herself not to. Once she came, she would push Tara onto the bed and knot her up. She would knot her so hard, the flirtatious and arrogant brunette would never again doubt whether she is an alpha or not.
- Shit, shit, Enid...- Tara's moans were muffled by the wood she had leaned against.
Wednesday's walls tightened once more. Enid could feel the contractions. It was too much. She came, stopping the movement of her hips and squeezing Addams' ass to keep her there: with her cock fully accommodated in her vagina.
By the time she let go of Addams' ass, Tara had moved to help the seer lean against the wall. Enid couldn't help but slide her gaze down to Wednesday's crotch, her alpha growling, remembering that she had used a condom and hadn't filled her mate with her seed. Determined, she stood up and slid a hand up her cock to remove the used condom, throwing it into the trash her roommate kept next to the desk.
Tara had just handed Wednesday a glass of water when Enid grabbed her from behind, wrapping her hands around her ample hips. Behind them, the moon shone brightly. They were at the height of their rut. Addams licked her lips, eyes scanning Enid's naked figure as she gently pushed Tara's torso against the bed, urging her to plant both knees on the mattress and bend them.
-Sinclair, protection. - Tara warned, glancing over her shoulder.
-I know. - the wolf growled, holding a condom and sliding it over her dick before fully latching onto the brunette.
She was staring down, reveling in Tara's back when she felt a hand on her jaw. Wednesday had slid closer and kissed her without warning. Enid responded with desire and eagerness, letting go of her erection, which rested between Tara's buttocks. The kiss extended, and the alpha made sure not to forget the other brunette, as she took her dick once more and lined it up to slide inside Tara.
The wolf wasn't sure she was still awake. Wednesday Friday Addams was eating her mouth with wet, desperate kisses while the pornographic sound of her cock sinking into Tara's wet cunt filled the room. The latter's panting was like the decorative notes in that lascivious encounter. With agitated breathing, Sinclair held Tara's hip with her free hand and rested the other on Wednesday's nape, directing her to tilt her neck.
She was close.
She was going to knot Tara.
But the brunette hadn't come yet and the alpha wouldn't bear in her pride to tie her without first feeling her paint her cock with the evidence of her pleasure.
-Lie down, Willa... legs open. - she ordered, breaking the kiss.
The seer didn’t respond verbally but was confused as she stepped around Enid to lie down beside Tara.
Now with both hands free, Enid slid one into Tara's hair and pulled, earning an immediate moan as her hips gained speed.
-Touch yourself for me, Wednesday. - she ordered.
After a second's hesitation, the seer complied, her slender, delicate fingers moving to her swollen clit fast.
-Slow down. - Tara whispered, facing Addams. - She wants a show...make it last.
The wolf gasped and sank deep into Tara. Then, she stopped and skimmed the fingers she had on Tara’s hip over her clit. At the first contact, the brunette pushed her hips away, clearly hypersensitive.
- Fuck, faster, Enid...- Tara begged.
Sinclair grinned, rocking her hips again, without stopping the caresses of her fingers.
Minutes.
That was how long Tara lasted before cumming. Enid smiled, and stared at Wednesday, who had closed her eyes and sunk two fingers inside her wet, shinny cunt. With one last penetration, she began to knot Tara, who clenched the black sheets as the knot slide inside her bit by bit.
- Fuck...fuck...you're going to...tear me apart…
-Relax.- the alpha calmed her. - Like that...let me fill you…
Tara felt so wet and hot. She squeezed her cock in all the right places. Relaxed, Sinclair reached out to pet Wednesday's clit, who opened her beautiful dark eyes, startled by the caress.
- Stay still, Tara...be a good omega.
- Shit, your friend keeps growing, Enid.- Tara murmured.
Wednesday, who had removed her fingers to allow Enid to pet her freely, glanced at the other brunette.
- Werewolves’ knots accommodate to their partner. If it keeps growing, it is because they know you can take it.
Enid loves her.
- Fuck.- Tara gasped, and the alpha moaned as she felt the walls contract around her.
- Mmm, you've cum again.- the wolf gloat.
- There are molecules in the wolves seminal fluid which, unlike humans, escape the plastic of the condom. - Addams explain, stopping when Enid shoved two fingers into her cunt. - ...these...these molecules are absorbed by the receiving body...and induce multiple orgasms while the wolf knots you. It suppose to ease the discomfort of having…ummm…having them inside you for so long.
- You were reading about me. - Enid whispered, stopping the movement of her fingers.
Wednesday shuddered before her gaze.
- I'm your mate. I must inform myself if I want to be worthy of you.
- You knew.
Tara came once more, and Sinclair had another ejaculation when she felt the pressure of her vaginal walls.
- Of course. - Enid dragged her fingers in and out, faster now, her thumb reaching out to stroke the seer’s clitoris. - I... heard you moan my name multiple times and... then there was the obvious display of service and your jealousy when...oh...
- Shh...enjoy it, Addams. You'll explain later.
Enid wasn't sure who fell asleep first. She believes it had been Tara, as the young woman didn't seem very communicative after her sixth orgasm. Sinclair woke up still inside her. They were spooning. The blonde blinked, her cock had briefly deflated. She glanced at the clock. It was barely seven in the morning. She had slept about...four hours.
Slowly, she slid out of the bed, noticing Wednesday asleep on the other side, not touching her. The seer’s legs were slightly parted, which made her wonder if she had fallen asleep after cumming.
Enid removed the condom filled with seminal residue and, after tying it, left it in the trash. Heavily, she sat on the chair. She couldn't believe what happened last night. It had to be a dream. However, in Addams' bed lay the two naked brunettes. Not even in her wildest dreams could she imagine that heart-stopping ass.
Her cock stirred at the image.
True, she was still in rut.
Enid had to get them food if she wished for another round.
(...)
The morning when the rut ended, she found herself hugging Wednesday from behind, face buried in the seer’s soft black hair. She blinked, realizing that there didn't seem to be anyone else in the bed. Slowly, Enid turned, inspecting the silent room.
-I managed to return her to her universe. - Addams murmured.
Enid settled beside her, studying her delicate features as the seer had faced her as she spoke.
-You said you didn’t know how to return her without killing her.
-I didn’t know, but I was enlightened between that day and today. After all, we’ve been locked in here for five days.
Enid blushed.
-I brought her to this universe when we were in similar situations. She was about to be torn apart by a maniac, and I was about to fall off a cliff.
-Willa! Why didn’t you say so?
-It wasn’t relevant.
Enid shook her head, exasperated.
-So, I thought that maybe I could return her a little bit back in time. In doing so, she’ll have the chance to save herself. I needed us to be experiencing something similar in both universes.
- Like having sex with me? - the blushing wolf wondered.
- Exactly. By the way, your body has returned to its natural form. - the seer announced, standing up.
Enid hugged her legs.
Everything was back to normal.
- Given our new relationship status, we must make sure everyone knows you’re my girlfriend. I couldn't stand Tara, but she was right in several arguments.
Enid smiled.
- You want to be my girlfriend?
Addams turned around, seizing her by the jaw and trapping her lower lip with her teeth.
- You’re my alpha. If any of those wolves approach you again with indecent proposals, it’ll be the last thing they do. Besides, I'm not good at sharing... don't even dream of having another threesome. It's irrelevant to me if I must be knotted three times in a day. You will not ask for help from anyone else.
- I love you. - Sinclair whispered with a smile that she wouldn't be able to erase for days.
- Now, go back to your side of the room. I must remove these sheets and fill out a Paper requesting a new bed.
The End