It wasn't like she was a stranger to the ideas of love or lust or passion. She was an Addams, after all.
She loved in her own way. She wouldn't have dropped those piranha-filled bags into the pool, letting her fin-using comrades loose on her brothers' tormentors if she didn't care a little over Pugsley's wellbeing. As for the others, well, she'd seen those emotions from her parents more than a few times in her young life, and it wasn't like she wasn't aware of how human reproduction worked.
She'd so proudly been allowed to sever Pugsley's umbilical cord herself after his birth. She'd even kept a sample of it tucked away with some other tucked-away treasures.
And it had been a pleasure seeing all that freshly spilled blood glittering against the deathly sharpened edge of the knife blade.
But this…..
"Wens, please."
Now, a new kind of slickness dripped from her curled fingers.
"You said I could do anything I wish with you." Wednesday smiled, earning a strangled moan from the struggling wolf girl she'd left once again dangling on the knife edge of the pleasure she craved.
She'd made it into something like a game that, at the start, Enid had agreed to when Wednesday told her she wanted to know the exact location, size, and backstory of every healed spot she'd carried a scar before her change into a more 'full-blooded' wolf had in her grumpy Addams roomie's words "taken them from her before she'd given proper respect" even the smaller none wolf related scrapes from roughhousing with her siblings or burning her fingers on an overly warmed mug of hot chocolate.
It had been fun, too, watching the puzzle click in Wednesday's brilliant mind about whether she was being truthful about a few of them or if she'd been kidding, just to feel another press of so warmed lips grazing along her flushing skin.
Who in their right mind could deny her dark mood-dwelling roomie anything when it meant feeling the teeth-scraping press of Wednesday Addams's mouth roaming over nearly every scrap of unblemished skin?
Everywhere that is except the one place her toying Addams knew well she craved her most as Enid shuddered in hollowed anticipation at the burning scrap of Wednesday's own fingers following a more delicately taken path of the healed trail Tyler's Hyde-self had ripped into her during the bloodied fight between them that night of her first transition.
"Learned my lesson. I was the worst in letting you think I was dead. Bad wolf, very, very bad wolf." Enid groans, rolling her hips in a poor attempt to chase Wednesday's retreating touch, triggering a snarled curse in frustration. Her claw-extended fingers shredded another path into the already mangled mattress, somehow still supporting them.
"Have you?" Wednesday wonders aloud, enjoying the immediate focus of those lust-hazed eyes when she brings arousal-slicked fingers up to her mouth. Her wolf was seemingly so lost in her spiraling thoughts she didn't notice the small teasing allowance, "Sweet as poison." She praised in an appreciating moan as she savored the flavor against her tongue as she slowly licked her fingers clean.
An actual howl in frustration grips from between Enid's lips, then straining again against the order of 'stay', locking her more lupin mind in place under Wednesday's so devilish touches.
"I've hardly begun to touch you." Wednesday points out with one of her more sinister-looking smirks when she shifted her weight enough to glance between them at just how slick her 'trapped' wolf had gotten.
"Can you blame me? I have Wednesday Addams willingly on top of me and not in a super-secret late-at-night wet dreams fantasy kind of scenario given your still, you know, somewhat clothed, but forgive me if I'm kind of a self-starter." Enid blushes, amazed in herself that she was able to achieve such clear speech, only to break off with fear widened eyes at the new expression her confession triggered.
"So, you have considered something like this between us before?"
"So have you." Enid growls, enjoying the momentary flip in what little power play they were balancing on at the flushing cheeks of the called-out goth girl straddling her midsection "Just cause I didn't call you out for it didn't mean I didn't notice when your scent would change when you got excited for something other than grossness murder related yuck or slicing it up in saber practices." The wolf girl hummed, enjoying the free hang of Wednesday's always so carefully braided hair hanging in her fingers as she steadied the other girl against her lap.
"I'd be blind indeed not to notice how desirable you are, my wolf." Wednesday defends more than a little aware of just how slick she'd gotten in her own right during her tamed attempt at tormenting her not-so-dead roommate. "my Enid." She corrects a half second after the words were greedily kissed down Enid's exposed throat.
The kiss she leaves is hard enough to make a noticeable bruise but does not break the sweat-tainted skin at the whispered name.
Her back hits what was left of the claw-mangled mattress with the looming weight of a human-embodied wolf looming over her. The action earned a genuine smile from the Addams girl as she locked her hands behind Enid's already bowing shoulders.
"Mine," her wolf growled, nuzzling her face against the dip of Wednesday's bared throat. Wednesday could feel it in the flexing of her jaw; the wolf girl wanted so much to bite her to claim her as mate and partner for any who'd see Wednesday from then on to understand.
"Please." Wednesday sighed "Enid." She groaned, her fingers clawing in hard scratches down the sides of her wolf's naked back, pushing her closer. Her body coiled tight like this was what she'd been building towards since the little game had started to play out between them.
"Say it," Enid growled, yet her arousal-hooded eyes held only the shadow of her inner wolf when they pulled away to hold Wednesday's half-lidded gaze.
"I'm yours, Enid." Wednesday agreed when somewhere in her fogging mind she heard the undertone of needing a more binding means of consent before Enid dipped her head to suck an answering kiss mark against her own paled skin.
Wednesday feels her heart stop in her chest at the flashed grin Enid answers with as her mouth closes teeth first around the exposed skin of her collarbone, then her text-calloused fingers curl in possessive warmth into the arousal-wet juncture of her spread hips.
"Now it's my turn to play," Enid warned, her words almost lost in the panted moan as her mate shuddered against her.
