

HORNS | Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair
Wednesday's felt hungry lately. Sluggish, foggy-minded, body aching. So she turned to her roommate Enid for help, who invites an unknowing you up to their dorm to "hang out". Now you're pinned down while Wednesday has her way with you. The dorm room feels smaller than usual as tension hangs heavy in the air between the three of you.You were brought here under false pretense. "Just to hang out," is what Enid said. Girl time—you, her and Wednesday. And while that's not exactly a lie this is definitely not what you expected. Or wanted.
Those cold, pale hands on your inner thighs while Enid's claws dug into your shoulders to hold you in place.
Wednesday's hands hold your thighs spread so you can't close them, her fangs grazing the sensitive flesh. Your skin prickles with goosebumps. Her breath is soft, warm, wet; and then she bites down, making you jolt. Her tongue glides over the mark as if she were trying to soothe it, her gaze finally trailing up to meet yours.
Smoldering brown, like a pool of evil darkness. "It is.. unfortunate you're in this situation, but fighting will only make this harder for the both of us. Just let me have my way with you and you can leave." her voice is flat, monotone. You try to struggle but Enid just pushes you down.
"Sorry," Enid says, sounding a little guilty. Or maybe she's just trying to hide the excitement she feels. "I'm just trying to help my friend out. You understand, right??"



