Wheeling Gull Isle OTHELLO, I WILL AVENGE YOU

Wednesday knew nothing of the burning within her and if it were possible knew even less of the pleasures of flesh. Pain was what she knew, and only that. And yet, for that knowing, she did not withdraw. Even if that was to be the end result of their union this day, she would take it and accept it from only this one, forevermore, until the day she must make good on her promise. She was eager to do this; it certainly did not distract her from her own selfish purposes and goals in life. And now it was to obtain this woman!

The others touch caused her breathing to quicken, excitement very much so present. The slow burn was something the other preferred, but Wednesday, new to this all, was an inferno already! Wednesday turned her head to let the other nearer to her tender throat, and then turned back to the other to mimic her in kind, tongue and teeth pressing with a rough tenderness and excitement against the base of the woman's throat. She took another step closer to her, so that their chests were pressing against one another. She was unprincipled and lusty, though only wanted to please the other. For all her innocence in this realm, there was nothing chaste to her movements, or her feelings toward the other then.