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The air was thick with the scent of Enid’s arousal. Wednesday sat on the couch like it was her throne, sprawled out and fully dressed in a black sweater and fitted pants. She’d pulled the zipper down just enough for the large werewolf dildo hidden underneath her clothes to jut out, shiny from Enid’s efforts.
Enid Sinclair was completely lost to it.
She was naked on top of Wednesday, straddling her in reverse and facing away. Her hands braced on Wednesday’s clothed thighs for leverage as she worked herself up and down on the knotted strap with needy rolls of her hips. Every bounce sent a wet, filthy sound echoing through the house, whether it was the slick slide of silicone stretching her, the slap of her ass meeting Wednesday’s lap, or the desperate moans and whimpers slipping from her throat.
“Wednesday… please…” Enid’s voice cracked. Her thighs burned from the effort, but she didn’t slow down. She couldn’t. She was so close that every time she buried the thick length deep inside herself and ground against the knot, her vision went white.
Wednesday, by contrast, was unbothered. She leaned back against the cushions, one arm draped lazily along the back of the couch, the other gripping Enid's hip. She didn't help guide or thrust, she was just… there. She took in the sight of Enid's back arching and the clench and release of her ass as she chased the pleasure, trying to take more of the knot.
"Faster, love," Wednesday murmured, amusement obvious in her tone. "If you want to come, you have to earn it. Don't make me repeat myself."
Enid let out a broken whine, her claws pricking into Wednesday's thighs through the fabric. She obeyed instantly, despite her growing fatigue. She slammed herself down harder, grinding in tight circles when she bottomed out so the swell pressed perfectly against her swollen clit. Her walls fluttered and clenched around the length and base of the knot, slick dripping onto Wednesday's pants and the couch below.
“I’m so close— fuck, I’m right there,” Enid gasped. Her breasts bounced with every desperate movement. Her werewolf instincts were screaming, begging for release and for a dominant wolf to fill her up and lock the knot inside. She could feel the orgasm building rapidly in her stomach, just seconds away. “Please, baby, don’t stop me this time— I’ll be good, I swear—”
Wednesday’s fingers gave a gentle squeeze, but she still didn’t help. Enid was on her own.
“You’re always so pretty when you’re desperate,” she said. “Riding me like a bitch in heat. So pathetic… and yet endearing. Are you in heat, love?”
Even as Enid shook her head no, she moaned loud and shamelessly, her head falling back as she chased the final push like a woman possessed. Her pace, already frantic, grew erratic and sloppy. She was right there — muscles locking, breath stuttering—
Then a sharp knock sounded.
Enid froze mid-thrust, the knot pressing right against her entrance. Her entire body clenched hard around it, trembling violently as the orgasm dangled just out of reach. “No— no, please—” she whispered. Her walls fluttered wildly, trying to milk the strap, but Wednesday remained perfectly still beneath her.
Another knock.
“Go get it.”
Enid’s head whipped around, eyes glossy with unshed tears. “Wednesday, I’m so close— just thirty seconds, please, I’m begging you—”
Wednesday gave one single tiny thrust up — just enough to nudge the spot deep inside her that made her see stars — then nothing. She was merciless.
“Answer the door, Enid.”
Enid let out a sob of pure desperation as she slowly, shakily lifted herself off the strap. It dragged against her walls and the knot caught for a moment at her entrance, making her shiver hard until it finally popped free, leaving her aching, empty, and trembling.
She grabbed the nearest clothes — Wednesday’s oversized black hoodie that swallowed her frame and her own discarded sweatpants — pulling them on without underwear. Her face was flushed, her hair a wild mess, and nipples visibly hard against the hoodie, and if that wasn’t enough to tip off whoever was at the door, the scent would.
She shot Wednesday one last pleading look, but the other girl simply arched an eyebrow.
The knock came again.
Enid wiped her face and stumbled toward the door, legs still weak with need.
Enid’s hand was already on the doorknob when the knock came again, louder and more impatient this time. She froze for a second, thighs still trembling, trying to steady herself. The scent of Wednesday on the hoodie wasn’t helping at all. She could still feel how wet she was, no panties under the sweatpants, the fabric already sticking to her.
She shot one last desperate look back toward the couch. Wednesday was still sitting there, perfectly relaxed, dildo visible from across the room. Enid’s mouth watered just looking at it.
“Wednesday please,” she whispered, voice cracking again. “Just let me finish first. I’m so close it hurts.”
Wednesday tilted her head slightly. “Get the door, Enid.”
Enid whimpered, actual tears pricking at her eyes now. “Thirty seconds. That’s all I need, baby. Please. I’ll be so quick—”
“No.”
Final. Wednesday could be so cruel to those she loved. “Answer it. Now.”
Enid let out a frustrated sob under her breath but she didn’t have a choice. She finally opened the door only to come face to face with her own mother.
It was Esther standing there, a big bright smile on her face and a heavy bag of bloody butcher meat in her arms. The iron-rich smell hit Enid immediately, mixing weirdly with her own desperate scent.
“Enid, sweetie!” Esther boomed, already stepping forward before Enid could even say anything. “I was in the area and thought I’d drop by with some good cuts. You two need to keep your strength up!”
“Mom, this really isn’t a good time,” Enid tried, her voice shaky and way too high. She shifted on her feet, trying to press her thighs together without it being obvious. Every little movement made her want to moan.
Esther just laughed and bulldozed right past her into the house like she didn’t hear a word. “Nonsense! It’s always a good time for family.”
Enid stood there for a second, heart pounding. She could feel how wrecked she looked — messy hair, flushed cheeks, hard nipples poking through the hoodie, and the very obvious smell of sex still clinging to her. But Esther didn’t notice?
Wednesday appeared from the living room. She had tucked the strap back into her pants, but the thick bulge made it obvious if you were looking. Enid was looking. Wednesday gave Esther a polite little nod like nothing at all was going on.
“Mrs. Sinclair,” Wednesday said calmly.
Esther lit up even more. “Wednesday! Good to see you, dear.” She gave Wednesday a heavy-handed pat on the back and moved seamlessly into the kitchen like it was her house.
Enid hovered awkwardly near the door, shifting her weight and trying not to whine aloud. Wednesday beckoned her close, eyes fixed to Esther’s back to make sure she didn’t see anything suspicious.
Enid shuffled over, feet dragging against the floor.
Wednesday whispered into her ear, “You will wait it out. Do not try to rush your mother.”
Enid realized she was trapped. There was no way out of it — no way without a future punishment from Wednesday, at least. She whimpered again, but Wednesday gave her an unforgiving look and followed Esther into the kitchen.
Esther was fast when it came to cooking. By the time Wednesday had begun to lean against the large kitchen island, she had pulled the seasonings out — just salt, garlic and onion powder — and started on the meat. She pulled out 4 steaks, each around 3 inches thick, and began to pat them dry.
“I was at the store earlier and I just kept thinking about my girls,” Esther said cheerfully. “I figured with everything going on in the world, you could use some good cuts.” She gestured at the big bloody bag still sitting on the counter, the iron smell of fresh meat hitting Enid hard.
Enid dropped her head down onto the island, forehead pressing against it. She was still so fucking horny it hurt, aching and empty after being pulled off the knot, but the smell of all that raw steak was making her mouth water and her wolf instincts flare up too.
Esther hummed happily and started putting the rest of the meat into the freezer like she lived there. Wednesday beckoned Enid closer with a small motion of her hand. Enid shuffled over on shaky legs.
Wednesday started rubbing slow circles on Enid’s back while Esther was busy. The touch made Enid shiver hard, a little whimper almost slipping out. “You didn’t need to get us all that meat, Mrs. Sinclair,” Wednesday said. “Just making a steak is more than enough.”
Enid felt a weird rush of anger and relief at the same time. Wednesday was finally touching her, but she was also trying to get her mom to leave sooner. It was driving her crazy.
Esther just laughed. “You’re family, Wednesday. This is what family does.” She finished patting the steaks dry and started slathering them with the seasonings, really working the salt and powders in.
Wednesday took it further. She stepped right behind Enid and wrapped her arms around her from behind in a clingy hug, pulling her back against her body. Enid could feel the obvious bulge of the dildo pressing firmly against her ass through the sweatpants. She bit her lip hard.
Esther glanced over as she got the pan ready. The jar of beef tallow was already sitting right by the stove — no butter in this house — and Esther didn’t even have to ask. She scooped some out and dropped it in the pan, the rich smell starting to melt and sizzle. “You two are so cute together,” she said with a big smile. “I’m really glad you found each other.”
As she placed the first two large steaks into the hot pan with a loud sizzle, Esther asked, “When are you two getting married?”
Enid let out a shaky sigh of pure pleasure, the sound slipping out before she could stop it. The pressure of the bulge grinding against her ass was too much, even in the presence of her mom.
Esther misread it completely. “Don’t get smart with me, young lady,” she said, flipping the steaks. “I’m just concerned. You already live together in this nice house, Wednesday’s paying for everything while you finish college… I just want to make sure you’re both thinking long-term.”
Wednesday kept holding Enid close, still rubbing her back and pressing the bulge against her. “I’ll take care of Enid no matter what our marital status is,” she said, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
“How reassuring.”
The first two steaks finished fast — very rare, almost bloody in the middle, the smell filling the whole kitchen even stronger. Esther pulled them off the heat and started on the next two, dropping them into the fresh beef tallow with another loud sizzle.
“So,” Esther asked casually while she worked, “when are you two planning to give me some grandkids?”
Wednesday leaned in close, lips brushing Enid’s ear as she whispered, low and filthy, “She wants me to breed you, Enid. Fill you up with my knot until it takes.”
Enid’s breath hitched. She was practically panting now, her body trembling against Wednesday’s front. It took everything she had not to grind back against it.
“Mom, we can’t have biological kids,” Enid managed, voice strained. “We’re both females.”
Esther waved a hand without looking up from the steaks. “I don’t mind that you’re a lesbian but I want a litter of grandchildren from every one of my own litter — you and your youngest brother are the only two who haven’t delivered yet.”
Wednesday didn’t miss a beat. “We’re already trying for children.”
Enid jolted hard against her. Heat flooded her entire body. She knew exactly what Wednesday really meant — they were fucking constantly, desperately, obsessively. That’s what it meant when straight couples said it. She clenched around nothing, aching worse than ever.
Esther lit up, eyes wide with excitement. “Oh that’s wonderful! Are you doing IVF? Adoption? Or even fostering?” She flipped the steaks, clearly thrilled. Then she caught herself and shook her head with a laugh. “Actually, don’t tell me. I don’t want to spoil the surprise.”
She poked at the meat for a moment before pausing. “Wait, Wednesday, how do you like your steak? I forgot you’re not a wolf like us.”
“Rare is fine,” Wednesday answered smoothly. As she spoke, her hands slipped under the oversized hoodie. Her cool fingers found Enid’s bare breasts and started playing with her nipples — rolling them, pinching lightly, tugging just enough to make Enid’s knees weak.
A soft, needy sound escaped Enid’s throat before she could stop it — not quite a moan, but definitely not embarrassment like her mother assumed.
Esther didn’t even turn around from the stove. “Enid, don’t make those sounds just because you’re embarrassed about this conversation. I’m your mother, for goodness’ sake.”
The steaks continued sizzling. Enid’s body was on fire, trapped. She couldn’t take it anymore.
Enid turned her head just enough to whisper frantically toward Wednesday. “Please… I can’t take this. Just finish me. I don’t care that she’s right here. I need your knot so bad, baby. Please.”
Her hand shook as she tried to reach back under the counter, fingers fumbling toward the front of Wednesday’s pants. She needed to feel it, to pull it out and finally get what her body was screaming for. The knot had been teasing her for too long.
Wednesday caught her wrist in a firm grip before she could get anywhere close. For a second Enid thought she was going to get shut down completely, but then Wednesday pulled her into a deep, hungry kiss. It wasn’t soft. It was intense, possessive, tongues sliding together while Wednesday’s hands stayed under the hoodie, still playing with her sensitive nipples.
Esther turned around right in the middle of it. She caught them mid-kiss and let out a little surprised laugh, cheeks going slightly pink. “Well! At least you two are very… affectionate. That’s good to see.”
Enid pulled back just enough to breathe, face flushed dark red, but she didn’t stop trying. While Esther turned back to check on the steaks, Enid’s hand snuck toward Wednesday’s bulge again, desperate and shaking. “Thank you for cooking, Mom,” she forced out, in a breathy voice.
Wednesday caught her wrist a second time, tighter this time, and gave her a warning look that sent another shiver down Enid’s spine. The message was clear: behave. But the thick knot bulge was still right there, pressed against her, and Enid felt like she was going to lose her mind if she didn’t get it soon.
The kitchen felt way too small. Every second stretched out painfully. Enid’s body was buzzing, wet and empty and throbbing, while Esther kept humming happily over the pan like the most normal visit in the world.
She flipped the last steaks one more time, clearly satisfied with how everything turned out. She plated them up and wiped her hands on a dish towel before turning to face them fully.
“Alright, I should head out,” she announced, still smiling brightly. “The grandkids from your oldest brother are coming over soon so he and his wife can have a nice anniversary dinner. I just wanted to stop by and check on your status, Enid. Looks like things are going well here.”
She pulled both of them into big, warm hugs. Enid tried her best to hug back normally. Esther gave her a little extra squeeze and a knowing mom look. “Good luck with everything, sweetie. I’m really happy for you two.”
Wednesday stayed calm and polite the whole time, nodding along like the perfect girlfriend. Esther took one last look around the kitchen with a pleased nod, and finally headed for the door.
The moment the door clicked shut, Enid broke.
She spun around, eyes tearing up again. “Please, Wednesday. Please. I can’t wait anymore. I’m begging you — I need it. I need your knot right now.”
She frantically kicked off the sweatpants without waiting for permission, the hoodie following. She didn’t even make it to the bedroom. She bent over the couch, face pressed into the cushions, ass up and presented, shaking with how bad she needed it.
Wednesday finally gave in. She freed the thick werewolf dildo from her pants. Enid let out a broken sob of relief the moment she felt the head press against her entrance. When Wednesday pushed in, stretching her open again, Enid’s whole body shuddered.
“Yes— fuck, yes—” she moaned loudly, no reason to hold back now. Wednesday started thrusting hard, the knot bumping against her entrance with every thrust, teasing the final stretch. Enid pushed back desperately, claws digging into the couch, whimpering and begging with every breath. “Deeper— please, I want the knot. Lock it in me—”
The relief hit her like a wave. All that edging, all that torture while her mom was right there, finally crashing down. Wednesday fucked her harder, one hand gripping her hip, the other reaching around to rub her clit. Enid came fast and loud the first time, walls clenching tight around the length, crying out into the cushion as her legs shook.
But Wednesday didn’t stop. She kept going, driving deep until the fat knot finally caught at her entrance and pushed inside with a wet pop. The lock was perfect. Enid moaned even louder, another orgasm ripping through her almost immediately, her body milking the knot hard while she trembled and drooled against the couch.
She lost count after that. Wave after wave, desperate little sobs and loud moans mixing together as she finally got what she had been denied for so long. The knot stayed locked deep, stretching her perfectly while Wednesday stayed pressed close, fucking her through every shaking release.
By the time the orgasms faded, Enid was a complete mess — limp, panting, dripping down her thighs, face still buried in the couch cushions with a dazed, blissed-out expression.
Wednesday, gentle now, peppered her back in silent kisses. She whispered words of praise, though Enid could barely hear past the blood still pounding in her ears.
Then the doorbell rang.
Wednesday pulled back just enough to detach the dildo from her harness without removing it from Enid. She left it buried deep inside Enid, locked in place, and quickly straightened her own clothes. In seconds she looked almost completely composed again — sweater neat, pants zipped, like nothing had happened.
“Stay right there,” she said quietly before heading to the door.
Enid couldn’t have moved even if she wanted to. She stayed exactly where she was — bent over the couch, dildo and swollen knot still stuffed inside her, her body twitching with aftershocks.
Wednesday opened the door.
It was Esther again. “Sorry, I forgot my—”
She stepped inside just far enough to spot her purse, then froze. Her eyes landed on Enid — still in position, completely exposed, with the base of the unattached werewolf dildo clearly visible between her legs, the knot locked deep inside her.
Esther’s face went bright red. “Oh! I— I’ll just— sorry, sweetie!” she stammered, grabbing her purse in a rush. She didn’t say anything else. She just turned and practically bolted out the door, slamming it behind her.