r/wenclair

https://x.com/RucaRbk/status/2109136971058622617

https://x.com/jam\_bby32/status/1608120245650362368

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https://x.com/ven0s7/status/2106454493848330282

OMG She has the perfect Disney princess voice!!❤

AGED-UP, NSFW

Wednesday had been gone for several hours and Enid’s pre-heat had started earlier…She felt the burn in her body and needed to do something to relieve the pain…

The remote was near her body, she kept losing the buttons when her hands shook but it was the only thing she could do while she waited for Wednesday to get back.

She was on her back, one knee drawn up, the toy seated deep and set to the low, steady pulse she liked when she was on these days yet this time, it wasn’t enough. She pressed the + button and the hum climbed. Her hips followed it without permission.

The vibration was increasing in steady waves. She was getting close enough that her thighs had started to tremble, when the front door opened downstairs…

“Enid?” Wednesday’s voice rang through their home. “We are early.”

Enid sat up so fast the remote flew off the bed and skittered across the rug when she yanked the throw over her lap just as the bedroom door swung open.

Wednesday stepped in first, Morticia followed, already mid-sentence about the conservator’s notes on the Addams family reliquary. Gomez brought up the rear, sniffing the air like something in the room was out of place.

Enid’s smile locked in place. “Hi! You’re…back!” Her voice came out high-pitched and shaky.

Wednesday’s eyes dropped to the floor. The remote had landed face-up, indicator light still glowing. She set her boot over it without looking at Enid and the pressure landed on the highest button…

The toy inside Enid jumped from a murmur to a hard, relentless buzz.
Enid’s breath left her in a small, punched sound which she covered as a cough that really didn’t do anything.

“You appear flushed,” Morticia observed, settling onto the edge of the desk chair as if she intended to stay. “The drive was shorter than expected, despite Gomez’s insistence on stopping for black dahlias.”

“They were wilting,” Gomez said, cheerful. “It would’ve been a crime not to.” He tilted his head, listening. “Do you hear that? A sort of humming. Like the old radiator, or…”

“Darling,” Morticia interrupted. Her gaze flicked, once, to Wednesday’s boot, then to Enid’s white-knuckled grip on the blanket. “Hmm...”

Enid was nodding too many times. The vibration had found the exact angle that made her vision blur at the edges. She crossed her legs under the covers and pressed her thighs together which only made it worse. A tiny, involuntary roll of her hips escaped then she froze…

Wednesday watched her with a silent, deadly smirk as she shifted her weight a fraction and the remote clicked under the sole of her boot making the pattern change to short, sharp pulses instead of the steady wave.

Enid’s mouth opened but no sound came out.

Morticia rose, smoothing her dress. “I believe our stay must be cut short. Gomez, darling, let’s give the girls some privacy. The dahlias require urgent attention.”

Gomez blinked, then smiled the smile of a man who had decided not to ask. “Of course. Wednesday, we’ll be in the parlor if you need us.”

The door closed and the lock clicked a second later.

Wednesday’s pressed on the remote a little harder now and Enid made it three seconds. The orgasm hit while she was still trying to form any type of word, she came loud enough that she had to clap a hand over her own mouth to stifle it but still failed. Her back arched off the mattress as the toy kept going. She shook through it, whimpering into her palm, until the pulses finally stuttered and died because Wednesday had lifted her foot.

Wednesday picked up the remote, crossed the room and set it on the nightstand like evidence. “That,” she said, “was punishment for starting without me.”

Enid was still a gasping mess, her legs trembling and the blanket half-slipping away. Wednesday stood at her feet, pushed her gently back against the pillows, spread her knees, and looked at the mess the toy had left.
“Now,” Wednesday murmured, already lowering herself to Enid’s core, “let me enjoy the result of your release.” She smirked and dived her tongue between leaking folds…

Enid’s hands found her hair. She didn’t last long before the second orgasm hit her either.

Netflix literally has them together