TW: A DEAD BODY AND CANNIBALISM PLEASE LEAVE IF UNCOMFORTABLE
Heavy breaths tore through the quiet forest, gasps, sputters and coughs rose from the dying body. The human laid before them, throat torn open and limbs bloody, Wednesday had already taken bites, had already left marks of claws and fangs across the skin that they stripped away. Their hunger was ravenous and the panicked crying did little to make them stop. Eventually, the body stopped moving entirely, having choked on its own blood.
Wednesday laughed at the sight, kneeling down and lapping up the blood like a starved beast. They attacked without remorse, biting, chewing, crunching through skin and meat and bone. Black claws tore apart the clothes, uncaring for the mess they'd be left with as they acted upon a base instinct even an Addams couldn't ignore. Bloodlust made their core throb, their fangs ache and their taste far more sensitive. Blood was addictive, but Enid's blood was a lifeline and they took every bit of red they could find, forcing it into their mouth without decency, completely forgoing the natural grace a demon had. They didn't care enough for such a thing at the moment.
Eventually, they were done, the front of their outfit soaked with red, coppery scents and meat, remaining bits of pulpy skin stuck in their fangs. Wednesday took a deep breath, knees buckling and hands landing on the ground. Red rimmed eyes scoured the small campsite, a growl rose through their chest at the realization. There was only on person at the camp. There wasn't Enough.
A discomforting whine tore through their chest and they stood on slightly shaking legs. There wasn't enough, hunger still nagged at them, tearing their insides apart with unrelenting desire. Their mind turned only to the thing that would sidate them. Their Mistress, their Wolf, their Enid.
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Wednesday had taken their form of a bird, feathers that were once soft were hard and speckled with blood. However, they didn't seem to actually care. they would clean themselves proper once they could just think. Vague concepts appeared within their thoughts upon their flight, they landed on the balcony of their dorm with ease, shifting back to their human form before landing properly. With bloody hands they opened the window, uncaring about the lock or that there was blood being led into the room. With pure animalistic desire they'd found Enid, staring in shock at the sight of them. They didn't care, they didn't even ask as they pinned the werewolf to her bed, fangs glistening with still fresh blood just abover her skin.
Wednesday felt a moan rise from within them, unable to stop both it and themselves from biting down in their mistress, marking them and drawing blood for them to properly feed.
They stayed like that until Wednesday had finished, the strength of their jaw relaxing first provided Enid with the awareness to ask about what they'd done.
"W- Wednesday, you're all bloody... What happened?" Fear, it was pungent and made Wednesday wish to immediately hide. Their mistress was afraid of them, they could smell it on her scent.
"I went out to feed, I was unable to find proper sustenance before returning. Forgive me Mistress, I acted out of turn..."
Enid swallowed nervously, slowly easing back into a sitting position. She stared down at Wednesday, who seemed unusually small, who seemed remorseful about something. She didn't understand.
"I could not eat the blood of others to sidate myself, not after I had tasted you." Wednesday explained, voice soft despite the quickened pace, the wish to just hide clearly known. Enid blushed, feeling a shiver run up her spine at the mention.
"So you have to feed on me, like some sort of vampire?" Wednesday snarled, fangs bared in warning even at their mate. Enid froze, afraid and confused.
"O- Ok, sorry. Won't say that again, I promise!"