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She was staring at the wall, her shoulders more tense than usual. Newspaper clippings, photographs and documents stared back at her, neatly arranged, but in silent accusation. Again and again her eyes flickered from left to right, drawing invisible conclusions and erasing them shortly after. She was missing something. She had to.
“Thing, play the last eyewittness report again, please.”
Shortly after the voice of a distressed woman filled her study - again.
I was on my way home when I heard a scream and a loud crash, like something heavy landing on trashcans. It came from the alley to my left. It was already quite dark, so when I got closer, I could only see movement and what was illuminated by the streetlamp at the corner. But what I saw...it was a huge... beast. I saw claws and...
Wednesday allowed an exhasperated sigh to escape her lips, judging the young woman she had yet to meet in person for her lack of composure.
...And wings opening and closing on it’s back when it...bent down and...the noises...I will never forget the noises. The quelching and sucking and gurgling...
The woman could be heard bursting into tears and Thing hit the pause-button.
“Again.”
It was no use. She still found the report believable. She could picture the scene clearly and especially the part where Madeline Hawthorne described the noises sounded genuine. She, too, would never forget noises like this when she heard them and remember them fondly from time to time, she mused. But how could it be that instead of bloody, gnawed remains, a neatly laid out corpse with a surgically removed liver was lying in the alley? The woman foolishly had cried out, startled the beast and attracted the attention of two men coming out of the nearest pub. The body was discovered directly after, the beast gone. Unless this was a truely elaborate scheme, there was no time to switch the bodies and even after extensive research, a few threats and bribes, the two men proved to be stubbornly irrelevant. Simple factory workers out for an after work drink with colleagues.
Stepping closer, she once again let her fingers glide over the collection of evidence, trying to wring a vision from her brain to finally smash the trees she couldn’t see the proverbial forest for, but all she got was an intensified headache. She felt as if she were inflating a balloon with great resistance (or intestines, she thought, reminiscing her fifth birthday party). She yet refused to capitulate for the day, pressed her lips together and let herself sink back stiffly into her desk chair to rifle through her personal notes once more.
At some point she registered the front door opening and closing, soon followed by rummaging in the kitchen and Thing leaving both the room and her in her self-imposed misery. It took... special circumstances for her to admit it out loud, but her shoulders relaxed a little upon registering his presence back in the house. In their house. She found peace in the fact that she was born alone and would die alone, but having him go about his day near her was like a familiar tinnitus emitting a pleasant hum when the silence got too loud. And as sure as blood draining from a a severed aorta, he sought her out soon after.
“Hey”, he greeted her softly, crouching down next to her with one hand at the back of her chair and the other braced on the side of her desk, caging her in.
Wednesday closed her eyes for a second, privately soaking up his scent and his warmth into her cold bones before openly aknowledging him.
“Hey yourself”, she returned his juvenile greeting with only mild irony.
He took her in, attentively, in much the same way he had always done since their first encounter almost ten years ago. Without breaking eye-contact, he nudged his head in the general direction of her case files.
“How is that coming along?”
“Unsatisfactory”, she admitted.
“Might an evening quad be of help?”, he asked.
His hand on the table had stealthily made it’s way towards her hand, his index finger stroking lightly along the side and, with this small gesture, releasing the tension in her limb. She held him in her uwavering gaze, coming to a decision for the night.
“No”, she said at last, “I think I require something stronger.”
She considered it the gratest priviledge of her life to be the only person who was allowed to witness this change in him at close proximity, and live to - not - tell the tale, but to keep it close to her little dark heart. Curious, how his eyes simultaniously grew darker, but an unholy gleam seemed to ignite in his pupils. And the open smile with the left corner of his mouth lifted slightly higher than the right, that was so characteristic of him, turned into a knowing smirk. He didn’t bulge (yet), but nevertheless his presence seemed to expand. She felt the small hairs at the back of her neck rise and a pleasant shiver make it’s way down her spine. The feeling was exquisite; the contradiction between the primal fear of becoming prey to an apex predator and the certainty of safety created a delicious friction. She remembered the first time he lifted his mask for her like it was yesterday: Back at the police station, he had asked her how it felt to lose, and with that one unexpected question, he had pulled the rug out from under her feet. She didn’t know it back then, too inexperienced in these matters and full of hurt, pride and uncertainty, but it turned her on. And with the same cocky voice he adressed her now.
“Wednesday... have you been waiting for me?”, he drawled, now close to her ear while his hand that had stroked hers so inocently made it’s way up her skirt.
“My darling”, he continued, his lips barely grazing her shell, “I can already smell you.”
To drive his point home, he used just one finger to experimentally slide over her panty-clad center. Her breath hitched and she felt him smiling against her side, cataloguing this little victory. Slowly, she raised her hand and dug her fingers into the collar of his dark, checked shirt, not quite sure if she was drawing him close or keeping him at bay.
“I want you to feast on me.” Now she was the one to catalogue his dilating pupils and the slow blink as her words sunk in and sparked his imagination. Similar to a sculptor looking at a block of marble and contemplating his approach, he let his gaze wander over her body. Finally he stood up, taking his time to get into position behind her back.
“I assume that includes the hors d'oeuvre?”, he asked.
With measured movements Wednesday got up from her chair and took a step to the side, her gaze landing on a red-tailed hawk gliding over the singed open space behind their garden, right before the treeline.
“Yes”, she said, “a full-course feast.”
And with that he pressed a cloth to her mouth and nose. She inhaled deeply, relishing the stench of chloroform entering her system as he held her body close to his. Just as her senses began to fade, she watched the hawk swoop down on a smaller bird and carry it away in its talons. ‘How poetic’, she mused. Then it all went black.
Tyler was unaware of the predator-prey relationships in his garden because all of his attention was focused on Wednesday. He observed the fluttering of her eyelashes and sure enough she collapsed into his arms a moment later. With practiced moves he put the cloth inside a small ziplock bag and threw it on her desk while handling her limp form. He took a moment to focus on her face once more, checking her calm and steady breathing. Then he lifted her up and carried her down the stairs, out through the back door and into the woods.
It was already beginning to get dark and the tall trees cast long shadows. Moisture hung in the air and gathered in the grass, and he decided to start a fire when he reached the cave after a short walk. He temporarily placed Wednesday in the old rocking chair to make his preparations. Then he lifted her up again and onto the edge of the granite slab in the middle of the cave. He gently held her up by cradling the back of her head with one hand. With the other he started to slide down the zipper of her light black jacket. Next came her turtleneck, which took a bit of work. To reach the zipper at the back of her skirt, he pulled her forward into a one armed embrace. Once he had shimmied it past her hips, he reverently layed her down on the slab and lifted her legs, to pull the garment all the way off. He got down on one knee and lifted first one boot on his leg to loosen the almost knee high lacing and then the other, rolling his eyes in fond exhasperation upon her choice of footwear today. Done with the boots, he slowly got back up and trailed his hands up her stockings and into the legs of her midnight coloured silk shorts. Leaning on his ellbows, he took a moment to marvel at his love in her underwear, absentmindedly caressing the outer sides of her thighs. Which item should go next? The shorts, her matching camisole or her stockings? He felt himself get hard thinking about the different possibilities he could take this and decided to take her camisole next and leave her stockings for last. Lifting Wednesday back up again, he oh so slowly lifted the silk, exposing her soft skin, her belly button, her ribs. When the fabric caught on the tips of her breasts, he used his teeth to pull it up. The silk slid over her still unconcious face and over her arms, until it too joined the pile of her clothing on the chair he had first stored her in.
With all the garments removed from her upper body, it was time to do some shackeling. Stabilizing her lower back and neck, he moved her up a bit on the stone, until her buttocks rested in the hollow carved in for this purpose. He unfolded her upper body onto the stone, following the arching of the surface to make her back arch as well, taking care to position her head and braids. Finally,he guided her arms up and over her head. He held each hand in his for a moment, fondly paying attention to the contrast of her slender white surgeon fingers engulfed by his tanned, bigger ones. Her fingernails black from selfexpression, his a bit around the edges from his potato harvest this morning. He rubbed her hands, giving a bit of warmth to her chronically cold ones, before placing them in the iron shackles on the right and left side of the stone slab. After this he circled the stone again to hook his fingers into the waistband of her shorts. Again with the same self-indulgent slowness he guided the material over her protruding hipbones, her pubic bones and down her legs, the stockings following soon after. He was straining already in his pants and his hands had started trembling in anticipation, as he warmed her feet, placed them on the footrests to allow for a slight bend in the knees and shackled them as well to the sides of the slab. At last he made his way back to her head. Tenderly, he brushed the fringe away from her forehead and noticed her pupils move under her eyelids. She was still out cold, but he knew it wouldn’t take long anymore for her to regain consciousness, his feisty little raven.
Carefully, he placed a blindfold over her eyes and headphones over her ears, specifically chosen to ensure she would see and hear absolutely nothing. Challenging himself, he liked to not take her in fully until all the practical neccessities were done. So he averted his gaze and stoked the fire once more, neatly folded her clothes on the chair and also placed all of his own next to them. Barefoot, he stepped between her legs and finally, finally it was time.
Like a white orchid opening it’s petals, she opened before him. The warm glow of the fire and the last cold rays of light mingled upon her body, creating dancing shadows along the dips and curves of her slender figure. He would never get over how much it meant to him when she gave herself to him like this, completely surrendering control and trusting. When he told her as much, after she had shared this particular craving with him and they had acted on it shortly after for the first time, she had called him a sentimental fool, kissed his shoulder and hid her face in his chest.
At this moment Wednesday took a deep breath and the sight of her perky breasts lifting, her dark nipples already stiff send him crashing down from his loving thoughts back into his aroused body. Closing his eyes, he concentrated on his Hyde senses and when he opened them again, he took it all in: She was layed out for him like a sacrifice. A maiden as pale as moonlight to pacify a monster. His to devour and defile. His eyesight was drenched in red, every detail enhanced. He could see and hear her blood pumping through her carotid artery, through her body. His eyes were drawn to her already glissening folds and he took a deep breath to intoxicate himself with her smell. The desire to touch and taste her became overwhelming and so he made his way up her left leg with his mouth, ocasionally licking or nipping, until he buried his face in her center. Inhaling deeply, he hovered a few centimeters above her, before diving in. Parting her lips with his tongue, he languidly dragged it up, before full on kissing her clit. He was rewarded with a small sound escaping Wednesdays lips and a tremor going through her abdomen.
He repeated his movements and she arched some more. He was now on the hunt for more sounds, so he dove in a third time and this time circled his tongue around her clit.
“Hah mmmmm”, she emitted on a deep breath, somewhere between a dream and a moan that had him leaking, and moved her head from one side to the other.
Sensing her awakening, he moved to her side, careful not to touch her. Focusing on her face, he then extended a finger to tease her right nipple, getting a sharp intake of breath in return. Switching to the other one without touching her anywhere else, he got another strangled “haaa nnghh” sound. He waited a bit and again touched her only by placing one finger, this time just barely over her clit without movement and couldn’t help the smug smirk spreading over his lips when she started to grind against him on her own.
He knew she was fully concious when she abruptly stopped and “Control-Wednesday” took over from “Uninhibited-Wednesday” once again, but he waisted no time getting her on the right track again for the night. With one hand still between her thighs, he got up to hear ear and lifted one side of the headphones. Calling his Hyde side into the foreground, he channelled all of his baser instincts and posessiveness into his voice.
“You are mine”, he growled into her ear and simultaniously drove his finger inside her up to the hilt.
When Wednesday came to, she knew she must have been awakened by some kind of sensation, since her body felt slightly on edge. This train of thought soon left her again, as she sank once more down into numbness. She was startled back into awareness by another bodily sensation and felt herself react... somehow. It felt good and she wanted to chase that feeling. Gradually she became aware of more of her situation. She was lying on a hard surface which pleasantly dug into her back. She was confused, because she could see nothing and hear nothing and she didn’t know where she was...
Someone or something was touching her again and it felt - strange, but also familiar and she wanted more.. Somehow she registered her hands and feet were chained and she felt both warm and cold air wafting over her skin... she was naked. Naked and chained, blindfolded and deafened...with spread legs and... apparently grinding against something. She stopped, but before she could put the last pieces of coherent thought together, she felt something at her ear and soon enough a voice, his voice, his growl vibrated through her body and down, inside her and something else was pushing inside her and -
Wednesday was still a bit too slow to control her reactions and so her body was betraying her, outwardly expressing all her sensations for her lover to greedily read. The combination of being disoriented and subdued, but feeling at ease by recognizing Tyler as the one being around her and inside her, plus not knowing which side of him would touch her, maybe even fuck her? was intoxicating.
And so she bucked and moaned as he established a pace fingering her and at the same time licking at her nipples. Just as she got used to the rhythm and focused on the building of an orgasm, he stopped and withdrew completely from her form. She stilled the movements of her lower body, sinking back down fully on the stone. Her breath, quickened in anticipation, also calmed, but as the minutes ticked by and nothing happened, picked up again slightly, betraying her restlessness. What was he planning? Was he still there or did he leave?
Once again she was acutely aware of her situation: Bend over the stone with her hands securely shackeled over her head. Her legs spread as far as they would go, her ankles equally shackeled in a way that left her stretched with barely room to move and completely naked and open. She felt her nipples, stiffened by his ministrations, now tightening further by the lack of it, the areolas surrounding them prickeling. Gooseflesh breaking out along her sides, upper arms and thighs. She felt the wetness coating her open and slightly pulsing folds running down and dripping onto the stone and the cold air touching the stickiness instead of her lover.
Where was he? Was he watching her?
While she was, based on the familiarity of how the stone and the shackles felt, fairly sure to be in their cave on their fenced off private estate, Tyler was full of surprises. There was also the not unlikely possibility of something or someone interrupting. An urgent call or visitor, an attacker? Wednesday always accounted for anything, but in this case - how would that help her? Her thoughts were at the edge of running wild and she decided to indulge them. If Tyler had brought her somewhere less private or wasn’t guarding her, anyone and anything could find her like this. Abandoning quickly the thought of her family (who would applaud her choice of sexual activity), she thought about the police, work colleagues and distant acquaintances, who only knew the stoic and uptight Wednesday Addams and would be shocked to see her like this. They blurred together, becoming nameless faces of authority and professionalism.
Would they avert their eyes? Or would they stare? Would they touch her? Her thoughts jumped to all the outcasts she came in contact with over the years. What if not someone in human form stumbled upon her but a wild beast? Was the fullmoon today or tomorrow? What would happen if an alpha wolf, not in control like Enid was the first couple of months, was roaming the forest?
Or some messenger from Hyde camp, send out to find Tyler but only finding her and transforming?
She would be completely at their mercy and knew it depended highly on personal character and development if someone in beastform would be drawn in at all by her and how she would be perceived. As human to be left alone? As meat to be split open by one claw, cutting her from between her breasts down to her sex and spilling her guts? Or one bite ripping out her throat? Would she even notice it or would it happen so fast?
She hightened her senses as much as they were at the moment available to her. She tried to smell if another being was close by or if something else, familiar or foreign, could confirm her location.
She smelled fire made of wood logs. The combined fragrance of earth, vegetation and slight humidity that fit to a cave in the woods at dusk or the beginning of the night. Wednesday let out a breath somewhere between relief and frustration.
That’s when she smelled it: Something... else... something... alive?
Nothing herbal, mechanical or chemical... just a whiff of... fur?
Blood?
She must be imagining things.
It was too much of a coincidence to suddenly smell a beast when she fantasized about being devoured by one.
Or was it?
It almost felt like... The smell was getting stronger? Was it coming... closer??
While keeping her breathing as calm as possible she simultaneously tried to gather as much of the smell as she could.
After a few seconds she was either thoroughly impressed by her brain’s ability to conjure up something so vivid - or there was indeed a warmblooded beast coming closer.
Sweet Calpurnia - now she could feel it.
The air was shifting as if something... big was impacting it.
And were those tremors running up the stone as from heavy steps?
Now even she, Wednesday Addams, had trouble keeping her breathing in check.
The scent was now unmistakeable and allconsuming.
The thing had made it’s way into the cave and must be standing directly next to her.
Over her.
Aunt LaBorgia help her - the air was drawn in directly over her face, neck and chest - and then rushing back with a foul stench.
The beast was smelling her.
Is this how she would die? Or would someting else happen?
In this moment, Wednesday was absolutely convinced of the possibility that this could be not an elaborate scheme of Tyler, but well and truly an entire different beast a moment away from devouring her.
And it made her free.
With no options available, she gave herself over to nature, destiny, coincidence or however you might call it. Gave herself permission to be prey, to be submissive, to let go of intellect and skillsets and become body and instinct. She stretched herself a bit wider, opened herself a bit further and chose to sacrifice herself to this unknown beast.
Hot air ghosted over her belly.
Something tickled along her ribs... fur?
She felt the breathing go quicker, wandering over her body like a pair of bellows.
Was it getting into a frenzy?
Something was dripping onto her chest, sliding down the curve of her left breast.
Saliva?
It made it’s way down between her legs and Wednesday’s thoughts stood still.
The cooling sensation of air being sharply sucked in and a moment later being blown out in a warm gust against her sex made her moan raw and ungarded.
She registered fur against her inner thighs and a huge... head...and...claws? filling the space between her spread legs completely and taking hold before a massive and broad tounge licked one wet stroke from her anus, through her folds and over her clit and Wednesday came. The anticipation, fear and uncertainty had build her up that her orgasm crashed through her like the stroke of death she had instead been expecting. While she convulsed on the stone and her walls kept pulsing, she felt the tongue continue upwards towards her chest - then suddenly something was entering her, fucking her with deep, sensual movements. The tongue continued licking around one breast, then sliding up to expertly circle a nipple, before moving to the other side.
Overwhelmed Wednesday registered hands... human hands gripping her hip and caressing one breast in an achingly, wonderful familiar way.
“Tyler...” she moaned with absolut certainty, pushing herself onto him as far as she could.
She felt him lean upward and the change in position made him rub against her sensitive clit. A moment later the headphones and blindfold were removed from her and there he was in his human form, naked and covered in blood and with what appeared to be the hide of a wild boar slung around his shoulders. She nearly let out an uncharacteristic, startled laugh upon his genious idea of misdirection and covering up his scent, but the sight of him, drenched in death and lust and looking at her with such intensity turned her on so much, that she was swept away by his movements.
When he leaned down and his wild curls framed her face, she could finally smell him again. His strong, beautiful hand slid up her neck to cradle her jaw and lift up her face and he kissed her and she tasted all that was him and the dried blood of the boar on his lips and his tongue and that’s when she came a second time on his cock.
When she came down from her high, Tyler was watching her with half-lidded eyes, his warm hands gliding over her curves in a calming motion, while he continued to push into her in a slow rythm.
“Hi”, he said, and a bright, loving, lazy and sexy smile broke out over his face.
“Hi yourself”, she said and her lips curled in answering and she allowed him to see the spark in her eyes before she averted them to the side and a rare blush crept over her pale cheeks.
“Up for more?”, he asked and emphasized his question with a particularly deep thrust that made her arch again, her eyes closing and her lips forming a little ‘O’.
“Always”, she answered and clenched around him, enjoying the way his face contorted in pleasure in a similar way.
He crawled over her to reach the shackle of her left wrist and Wednesday took the oportunity to lick one of his nipples. What a pleasure it was to be the one to make him shudder and twitch like this. As soon as one hand was free, she lightly scraped with her fingernails along his upper arm, continuing her sidequest to make him shudder as much as possible and unshackeling her as difficult as possible. Having been riled up like this and still being painfully hard, Tyler made quick work of the shackles around her ankles.
Finally unrestricted, he pulled her into his arms and switched their positions, so he was leaning against the stone and she was cradled in his lap. While she opened up considerably over the years and particularly towards him, Wednesday would always be a guarded person. So he loved and cherished moments like this the most, when her defences were torn down by need and pleasure, her body expressing itself before her mind could control it.
He guided her hips to move with him in a slow and sensual rythm. She had her hands in his hair, scraping lightly at his scalp and nuzzling her face against his neck. He slid his hands up her back and caught the ends of her braids, slipping off the ties. Forever mesmerized, he watched the light of the dwindling fire reflect on her midnight tresses as he unreveled yet another part of her. The higher he went in her hair, the more Wednesday leaned back into his hands, her eyes deliciously closed. He took another moment to marvel at her unguarded beauty, before tilting her head back some more to trail kisses along the exposed arch of her snow white neck.
After this brief interlude to catch their breaths, his kisses soon turned to licks and her breaths to moans as Tyler made his way down her chest, caressing, sucking, licking and nipping anywhere he could reach. To gain more leverage, Wednesday had positioned her knees on the edge of the stone and, once in position, started a devious sequence of rotating her pelvis, squeezing him and sliding up and down, that Tyler was sure was some ancient Addams women’s ritual to drive men into insanity and make them their slaves.
“Wednesday...”, he moaned into her chest with closed eyes before biting a nipple, “if you keep this up I am going to come soon...”
“Mhh...Yes...”, she sighed, squeezing down on him again, “Argh... do it...” another rotation of her pelvis, before she stilled and took his face in her hands.
“Or...”, she said, looking into his eyes, her already delated pupils getting impossibly wider and slightly loosing focus at the idea she was about to voice, “do you want to let the Hyde out?”
Tyler could only stare at her eyes filled with mad desire and her lips forming those words.
“Do you want to stretch me and fill me up to the brim?”
It had taken Tyler about three years of careful practice to become so in tune with his Hyde to be able to transform at will, slowly and even partly.
It had taken Wednesday about five years to utter her most depraved cravings out loud like this.
The first time she did it, her idea had to be postponed because Tyler ejaculated right on the spot. Those kind of words still had an instant effect on him, but he had had some time to get used to it. A delicious shudder moved down his spine and, still cradling his head, Wednesday observed him closing his eyes and tilting his head in the familiar way that meant he was connecting to his Hyde. As he opened his eyes again, she knew it was not just Tyler anymore looking at her, leering at her.
“Yes”, he grumbled, deep in his chest. “Turn around.”
Wednesday braced her hands on his shoulders and lifted herself up, shuddering at the feel of his penis sliding out of her and at the anticipation of what was about to happen. She stepped down to the ground and with predatory grace he moved around her, watching her naked form get back up the stone, leaning her upper body down so her bottom was lifted in the air and spreading her legs. Once again Tyler had the pleasure of unabashedly looking at her, now with the variation of Wednesday being awake and already shivering under his gaze.
While Tyler wanted to connect and exchange pleasure, the Hyde wanted to fuck and destroy. Tyler admired her slender curves and glowing skin, nourished through his gardening and cooking, the Hyde marveled in the blood he spilled for her and hopefully of her.
He stepped closer and let his hand run over her left butt cheek, giving it a little squeeze. From her position, he could see her sex twitching at the motion. He took both cheeks in his hands and pulled them apart to open her even more for his - and the Hydes - viewing pleasure.
And the Hyde liked what he saw.
A low rumble erupted from his chest and he wasn’t sure if Wednesday moaned because of this or because he let a finger slip inside her still impossibly wet center.
“Are you ready for me Wednesday?”, he asked in his Hyde voice.
“Yes”, she mumbled, hidden in her wild hair.
“I can’t hear you”, he said, a smirk forming on his lips as he started drawing lazy circles around her clit, her folds and her holes.
“Yes!”, she cried out, dripping.
“Uuuuhhh yes, that’s right...”, he sighed as he slid into her with one deep stroke and started pumping into her.
With one hand he started massaging her clit in earnest, the other snook up her front, then moving around to her back, pushing her down.
“I want your tits on the stone, Wednesday. If your nipples aren’t red and raw when I’m done with you, I will suck and bite them until they are.”
With every word his voice got deeper and raspier and his vision went from full colour to red. He concentrated on the point where his dick pushed into her weeping pussy, over and over again, filling her already good and drawing those desperate, depraved little noises from her. His little bird. Pale and fragile and so easy to break. She could take more.
Tyler shook his head a little, focused on a spot on the wall for a moment and counted down from ten. His vision cleared a bit and he spoke to Wednesday:
“I’m going to fill you up now. Tell me when it is enough.”
“Yees”, Wednesday moaned, bracing herself on the stone edge.
With controlled breath he kept on pumping inside her and with every push, his legs grew taller, his hands on her bigger and his member longer and thicker.
“Aggh”, she cried out.
“Enough?”, he pressed out.
“No”, she wimpered, “more!” And he complied.
He was now towering over her fucking into her from above. His clawed hand covered her whole back and instead of circling her clit, he slid one claw up and down, up and down.
“Enough?” he asked again.
“Noo...” she moaned again.
“Wednesday!”, he roared, slamming into her. “I’m not going to make you bleed. I can’t guarantee what I’ll do if you... if you’re all slick and bloody”.
The last line nearly had him loose all concious thought already. She was so tight and he felt himself hitting a barrier deep inside her even now.
“Please... I need...so close...”, she mewled.
And Wednesday Addams never begged. Tyler closed his eyes and focused on feeling every inch of her. As he slammed into her the next time, he let himself pulse once, twice - and she broke down under and around him in a flurry of spasms, twiches and uncontrolled moans.
He let himself shrink again to a size that let him slam into her without caution and with a low growl he spilled into her, her fluttering walls drawing him in a few more times before they both collapsed onto the stone.
Tyler allowed himself only a moment to catch his breath. Their activities had been so intense that he had paid no mind to the fire and only the red glow of the embers illuminated the cave and gave of a feeble last warmth. Slowly he pulled himself out of her slick warmth, the Hyde delighting in their seed oozing out of her before drawing back into the recesses of his mind. Quickly he stepped into his boots, cloaked himself in the big warm blanked he always used in these circumstances and gathered Wednesday in his arms. She snaked her arms around his neck and sighed.
“That was... most exquisite”, she whispered contentedly against his skin.
He kissed the top of her head in answer and started moving towards their house, up the stairs and into the bathroom.
“How are you feeling down there?”, Tyler asked with closed eyes, his head resting against his side of the bathtub.
He heard Wednesday take a sip of her red wine across from him before answering: “Deliciously sore.”
He opened one eye and regarded her over her bruised knees poking out of the water.
“What was that about you wanting me to split you in half with my monster dick?”
She took another, demonstratively slow sip before answering with a smug face: “I like to expand our limits.”
“You like to give me nightmares of me accidentally fucking you to death.”
“Yes, torturing you is also my job.”
“Hurting you like this is a hard limit for me. I want you to tell me to stop before I draw blood.”
She surprised him by holding his gaze and moving through the water to plant a kiss onto his knee. “Agreed”, she said and rested her chin on top of it.
He shot er another look, somewhere between disbelief and fond exasperation, one eyebrow lifted together with one corner of his mouth, before closing his eyes again and sinking deeper into the water, reminiscing about the last few hours and content in a night well spend.
~ The End ~