#gf material

You feel the fangs before you see them, the way Enid is no longer the sweet tempered girl you arrived with. It was all her fault naturally, she had been the one to take you by the hand with her alluring jolly blue eyes, holding onto your sleeve with her colourfull claws, voice nearing a whine. “Come on! It won’t kill you to have a bit of fun! It’s a small corn maze compared to the one in Jericho” she had justified and stupidly you had agreed.

The sign was rusted and rather odd looking, ‘Hillside Farms All Hallows Eve Corn Maze Enter Here If You Dare’ met your eyes, the sign waving in the wind, kicking up the dust and grime. An eerie feeling in the pit of your stomach took hold, you subtly latched onto your girlfriend’s arm, “Enid….dont you think it’s odd that no one is here…I mean…look round…I think I saw two old folks enter in the last twelve minutes” your brows furrowed, images of an elderly couple entering in while Enid bought the tickets.

“Actually…do you suppose they’re alright? Elderly people shouldn’t be out in the dark in a corn maze-“

Your rant was cut short, as a shrieking child had managed to rush out of the corn stalks and past you two as he ran off his sugar high only making your heart beat faster against your rib cage.

It was then you had heard it, the way Enid had subtly grabbed your arm, the length of her claws positioned outward over your arm, her posture rigid, even as the child had run off. The reverberated cadence of the familiar growl that escaped her lips had made your eyebrows furrow. Enid never growled, almost never. The way her lips had curled into a snarl, a soft albeit calm one compared to the werewolves at Nevermore.

“That little menace making my girl all jumpy” she let out, sighing to herself as she shook her head, “parents don’t teach their kids these days”.

Enid-“ you managed to get past your lips, “Enid-“ her fingers had begun to dig into your skin, creating minuscule crescent moons on your goosebumpy skin.

As soon as Enid had snapped out of whatever odd haze she had been in she sucked in a breathe, holding her hand to cup her face, cheeks a mess of reddish skin. “Oh, my love I’m so sorry!”. She apologized profusely, stating she didn’t know what had gotten into her. Stating in that rather loud and chatty Enid Sinclair way that she hadn’t recognized that her claws had unsheathed.

You took in the way Enid’s face was flushed, not just from the act, but the way her eyes were no longer visible. The blues of her eyes hiding beneath a sheath of black.

You watched as she eyed you back, a ghost of a smile on her lips, a haunting yet beautiful sight. The soft rays of the moon lit up her milky skin, making her seem like a halo of light. Her lips glinted up, a fresh sheen of pink strawberry balm on her lips.

“Enid are you feeling alright? You look a little flushed and-“ your words were halted by the bubbly werewolf, who instinctively pulled you closer, wrapping her arm around your torso, her nose coming to glide over your pale neck. You could feel her hot breathe on your skin, an almost whine falling of the werewolves lips.

“Oh god, you smell so good” Enid whined, the edges of her pink lips pulling into a lip bite.

It was normal for Enid to be this affectionate and rather touch starved so you payed it no mind. You simply didn’t take notice of how her hands which were laced around your red crimson robe were gripping just a little to firmly. How the indentation of her claws had begun to softly scratch against the material of your corset. Enid had practically begged you with puppy eyes upon finding the ancient albeit well taken care of antique corset at the Jericho store. You were surprised Wednesday herself hadn’t bought it at first glance.

“Enid” you giggled when she began to press soft rather wet mouthed kisses on your pale neck, the edges of her teeth gliding against your skin. It was a feeling you still couldn’t quite get use too. The way Enid’s breathe felt, the soft hitch of her breathe and puppy whines as she combed your neck.

And then you felt it, the feel of Enid’s lips taking your neck between her teeth and—CHOMP

You drew in a breathe, fingers clutching onto Enid’s shoulders, your body instinctively moving closer as the rush of pain and sting of desire filled your veins, the hot sheen of heat sliding over your stomach and landing right between your legs.

You sucked in a breathe, a cross between a squeal and a pained cry finding its way out of your hallowed throat, Enid was never usually so aggressive. Your sounds of pain and perhaps desire seemed to spur the wolf on, Enid gladly began to bite down on the flesh, giggling in that bubbly werewolf way. Only these giggles made your body stiff. They were hound like and deep and dark.

“Oh fuck you sound so goddamn hot” Enid mumbled out, her breathing a cross between a rapid beast.

You winced even more, feeling for certain blood had begun to sweep out from beneath her teeth, luckily she hadn’t even used her fangs.

“Ow-Enid-that-it hurts it hurts-“ you whined out, and it was only after the seventh rendition that Enid’s hollowed eyes widened and immediately she stepped back, a hand flying to her mouth again in pure horror.

“Oh shit-I did it again didn’t I? I-I don’t know what’s wrong with me tonight. I feel so jittery and my legs feel so weak and my gums hurt-oh god I made you bleed-“. Enid lifted your neck up by your chin, her dark blue eyes holding a look of guilt.

You softly moved to feel your neck, touching the wounded area with your fingers, to Enid’s soft “don’t touch it sweet girl you’ll get it infected” she gritted out through her bubblegum teeth.

Taking away your hand you saw tiny droplets of blood come away on your finger. It felt worse than it was. And Enid had begun to look wary, stepping away from you with soft guilty blue hues. You could practically see the imaginary tail between her legs. It sent a rush of adoration at her obvious shame.

Slowly you shook your head, moving to dap it with a soft tissue you kept in your bag, “it’s really not that bad, see? It already stopped bleeding” you assured. Moving to take Enid’s hand in your own and pull her close, “it’s nothing E…I promise. It’s alright to get a little riled up. After all it is Halloween night. And I would hate to make us go all the way back to the dorms and miss out on this wonderful creepy corn maze that we’ll probably get stabbed at with a knife in” you deadpanned, trying to sound as peppy and excited as Enid had been upon arriving.

Enid eyed you with a unsure face, nose flaring and blue eyes set in a line, blonde eyebrows furrowed, like she was struggling to accept your rather haistly put together words.

“Come on….it won’t kill you to try” you let out mocking her bubbly cadence wiggling your eyebrows which made the girl laugh, her lips rising into a wide grin. “Alright. I suppose we should finish the corn maze. After all it was my idea and Enid Sinclair is no scardy cat” she let out, puffing her chest out.

“That’s the spirit baby cakes.” You spoke, moving to take hold of her soft fingers, “enter if we dare”.

“Oh we definitely dare” Enid let out in that deep voice that made your heart melt, and without further explanation Enid lead you into the corn maze.

The moon casted a bright shadow over the various high clouds of cornstalks, the smell of dirt and dust filling your nose as you both descended farther and farther into the belly of the corn maze. Enid kept you at a safe distance, hands clasped around your own as you both moved through the cornstalks, the wind swaying them like hands waving to greet you both.

Sweat began to find its way underneath your corset, the wind doing little to keep you cool. You didn’t think it would be this hot in the corn maze, a sheen of heat and dirt and muck beneath your feet.

A few other people passed you both as you went deeper inside, but after the ten minute mark it was like everyone else vanished. No torch lights, no excited squeals of children, no old people, no couples dressed in Halloween attire.

And then you heard it, the deep almost animalistic cadence of a wolf, the howl loud and making you cling to Enid with a vice grip. Your fingers purple.

“Enid…are wolves suppose to be out here? Oh my gosh we’re getting eaten aren’t we?”. But you failed to notice the rigid stance of your girlfriend, the way her eyes winded in both fear and a desire. What you didn’t know was that every cell in Enid’s body had begun to hum. The wolf’s howl had awakened something in her chest, this primal need to break free.

Enid’s breathe had begun to drastically change, her eyes closing tightly as beads of sweats trickled down her hairline, it hurt to fight it. The change. But she couldn’t, not now, not when she already hurt you. It was a beyond stupid idea to come out to the corn maze at night.

“We need to leave” she let out, opening her eyes and immediately tugging you along the winding path. Her footsteps fast, “we-we need to leave right now” she let out, her breathe heaving and sucks of breathe making you halt.

She sounded in pain, like something was beginning to take over her senses.

“Enid-Enid you’re going too fast-“ you began, tripping over the cornstalks, the edges of the corn feeling like paper wood against your skin, causing you to cry out in pain.

At your sudden cries of pain Enid halted, “I need to get you back to the dorms. I’m sorry my love but it can’t wait-“ her words were halted by another howl of a wolf and this time she her eyes widened and she dropped your hand, clenching her teeth.

Enid sunk to her knees, holding her head in her hands as she began to rock, looking uncomfortable and in pain. Her limbs shook, her breathing heavy.

You immediately flew to her aid, “Enid I need you to tell me what’s happening-“ you began, thinking it another one of Enid’s panic attacks.

But the minute you had sunk down to your knees and touched the skin of her hand Enid began to growl-

This low reverberating growl that caused your stomach to explode, the words danger coming to your mind. Her posture was curved, so unlike Enid it made you take a minuscule step back, your converse meeting the soil of the earth.

“Enid?”

The growling ceased, replaced by a whimper, “y/n you need to go. Now…you can’t be here-“ Enid let out, still cradling her head. “It’s not safe. It was stupid of me to drag you out here-“ she sucked in another breathe, her fingers clawing at the dusty floor of the cornstalks, the edges of her claws uncomfortably meeting rocks with a hiss.

You slowly rose to your feet, “I don’t want to leave you here Enid-“ you began in what you hoped was a confident unwavering tone-

Enid growled, finally moving to lift her head up, and your breathe hitched. The moonlight casted a soft glow on her, and you felt your heart beating in your rib cage.

She looked radiant. Terrifying, deadly-

She was still human, no fur in sight, but her eyes were hollowed out, a soft yellowed out hue filling her eyes, glowing like a beast in the night. Her fangs peeked out from behind her pink strawberry lips. Her cheeks a mess of pink hue. It was obvious she was struggling, an inner battle of the sweet gentle girl you called your girlfriend and the beast within.

“I’m not asking you I’m telling you goddamit-“ she snarled out, the edges of her fangs lengthening in warning.

You had never seen Enid like this before. So commanding so-primal.

“I’m not risking hurting you again I already managed to fuck things up earlier with my stupid-“

You stepped closer, enough that Enid’s eyes shot up, alert, her inner wolf growling at you. Her breathe heavy, her eyes wide, because even though she looked terrifying, you could see traces of your Enid…peeking through those glassy animalistic eyes.

“Y/n I’m not going to ask you again-“

And before you knew it Enid was pulling you against her, her growls wild as she pinned you to the ground, the rocks and disregarded cornstalks meeting your skin, like rocks meeting a open wound.

“Enid-Enid-“

But she only moved to pin your hands, her grip as strong as vice, wolf strength at its finest.

Her body was humming, practically asking her to take you. To give in to her natural animalistic desires.

“You stupid little girl-“ she let out, moving her nose over your cheek, inhaling, and you could practically see the very moment Enid inhaled your scent, the way her eyes closed and she let out a soft growl.

Her fingers were harsh and aggressive as they lifted you up slightly, her claws digging into your ass, squeezing hard and rough, tuffs of hot air in your skin as Enid felt your ass, “you stupid-gullible-little lamb- I told you to leave…I told you to go….but no… you stayed….” She began, squeezing even harder and you began to clutch the ground, finger nails caking with dirt.

You didn’t know what to do. Enid had never gone full alpha on you before. She had always been timid and shy, but this-

And then you felt it. The harsh feeling of her lips sucking and pulling at your neck, gliding over the still wounded puncture from earlier, and Enid moaned into your skin, whining and moaning like a dog in heat.

“You should have listened babygirl”.

And then she bit down, and you thought the pain could only get worse, but soon her lips met yours, wild abandon as she practically devoured your lips, fangs pulling and nipping your mouth. Her lips sucking your tongue with a satisfying pop, saliva running down your chin.

In your horny lust filled terrified brain yourlegs had begun to buck, trying desperately to get her off you, Enid would never hurt you, but you didn’t know her wolf. Didn’t know how forgiving or how wild it was.

The movement caught Enid’s sight and she quickly pulled away, allowing you time to suck in a breathe.

She growled, that deep inner wolf preening at the sight of your legs parted, the cape draped over them like a fine meal.

And without thinking she pulled you roughly by your legs, prying them open, her claws slashing your skirt.

You began to speak, trying to calm your girlfriends, “Enid-enid-it’s alright-calm down- you don’t want to hurt me”.

But it was no use, Enid wasn’t in there. Enid’s eyes met yours, not a hint of blue left in her irises, her fangs glinted with your blood, but a hint of Enid came through, her fingers moving up past your thigh, hooking the edges of her fingers over the soiled wet underwear and yanking down fast.

You closed your eyes, scared to open them. Your body was preening, wanting to be taken, to be breed..used like the little slut you sometimes felt after hours of playing with yourself alone in the dorm.

Enid make a soft satisfying growl before she pried your legs open and took you whole, her tongue not bothering to lap at your clit, just sliding past and into your pulsing pussy.

You let out a muffled scream, fingers moving to her matted hair as you whined, her tongue unrelenting as she pushed in, sucking biting down on your clit.

The feeling was other worldly, and you found yourself moaning and screaming, like an animal in heat, thrashing.

You sounded like you belonged in some porno with the way you were acting, so uncharacteristic of you it made you feel like a shadow of your own self.

But it felt so good, and Enid’s claws had begun to rip your corset, still ramming her tongue into you aching cunt as her fingers moved to yank your bra open, your breasts spilling out into the cold windy air, your nipples hard and beyond warm. Soft, pliable, heaving in front of her.

“Take it….take it fucking take it my love! take it….” She was growling, “fucking you like a fuckin rabbit in heat-out here in the middle of the god forsaken maze like a horny little slut you are-“

You were dazed, too aware of the pleasure, of the way Enid’s fingers were pinching and playing with your breast. Rough and beyond gentle, squeezing so hard your pussy clenched.

You came with a hard scream…. Whining. Not even able to verbalize your impending rush of desire.

“‘Mmmppppp OH GOD! OH FUCK—“ you cried out, your body pulsating and bucking.

“Goood girl….such a good girl for me” Enid let out, moving to leave soft kisses on your glistening pussy causing you to whine. Without warning Enid retracted two claws, and without even so much as a warning she pushed them deep inside you, replacing her tongue. The way your pussy clenched and pulled at her fingers was utter divine.

“Let’s see how you do with three fingers little love of mine”-

It was only when you tried to get up that she stopped you, her hands meeting your chest, eying your round abused breast, “mommy’s not done with you yet pet. You should have thought of that before you decided to stay. But if you’re a good girl and let me use you I promise you’ll get all the cuddles and kisses from me later…” she spoke, her voice that soft comforting cadence that only Enid Sinclair was worthy off, before her eyes darkened, fangs lengthen, “but for now get on alll fours with your ass in the air-I’m going to show you why they call us Timber wolves”.

You never thought you’d be so feraly used like this, you’re not sure how long Enid used you for, all you knew was you were addicted, because even though she was aggressive and didn’t mind causing bouts of pain there was always a moment between those harsh touches where Enid would whine and scent your neck as her fingers pumped your pussy, fangs soft as she kissed your forehead, no words were said but you knew Enid well enough to know she must have been fighting her wolf.

By the end of the night you were a sweat soiled, whimpering, mess of a girl, corset ripped just enough to never be used enough, which was ashame in its own right, your pussy was beyond sore, aching. Pulsing. Used. puffed and equally as wet, your heart a battering rib cage in your chest. Hair unkempt with shards of dirt as your eyes eventually closed from over exhaustion.

You felt weightless, limbs feeling like they no longer worked. But you were conscious enough to feel the soft pads of Enid’s fingers as they ghosted over your cheekbones, her claws no longer lengthened and then it was the feeling of her lips, soft and beyond careful as she kissed you, “I’m so sorry….i didn’t mean it-I’m so sorry-forgive me—“ her voice almost penitent. Contrite in the way the words slipped off her tongue.

It pained you to think Enid felt even the slightest bit guilty for letting her wolf out on Halloween night, it was entirely your fault, you had been the one hesitant to leave, and perhaps somewhere in the deep recesses of your mind you craved this type of lovemaking. The harsh, feral primal urge that came with being with a wolf, because Enid was always soft with you. Loving, always muttering her undying love and desire for you as she made you cum over and over again your dorm. Whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

You felt strong hands lift you up, and you despite the exhaustion curled into her chest. Feeling her chest quake as she struggled to contain her sobs. fresh tears pelting down her cheeks. You wanted to open your eyes, to tell her it all been consensual, but your body was drained. And soon sleep took you.

You awoke to a rather pale deadpan Wednesday Addams standing in front of your bed, with the stillness of a dead man, dark hooded eyes staring deep into your soul. You flinched momentarily, eyes wide and fingers gripping your blankets in terror.

The girl huffed, not apologizing for scaring the living daylights out of you especially given your light constitution. She only sighed, sending whiffs of her bangs in every direction.

“Enid has made me aware of her exploits last night, she has not stopped crying those uncontrollable tears, but I on the other hand think it is most desirable to spend a night with a fearsome creature. Enid has stepped out at the moment to retrieve some breakfast for you and has asked me to stand guard”. All these clever words were said though Wednesday’s gritted teeth, her one singular finger tapping against her knee.

Once you were conscious enough to not feel the fuzzy just walking up lull in your pulsing head did you nod, getting up enough in bed, “thank you Wednesday. But you don’t have to stand guard. I’m alright-“.

“Enid is in a panic. If I don’t I’m liable to have my head ripped off as softly as she can make my demise. As much as I loathe following her rules I must”.

A soft chuckle fell of your lips as Wednesday spoke, the thought of Enid on a rampage, gut stricken over her treatment of you during the full moon was rather adorable.

It’s then the hinges of the creaky door was heard and Enid’s blonde curls were seen, her back to you as she held a large tray, her voice the soft breathy nervous ramble as she spoke to a monotonous Wednesday, “I got her all the favorites and even asked cook if she could make a special dessert for her, she likes strawberry, do you think she’ll eat it? These flowers are pretty enough right? I know she likes roses but miss thorn hill was out of roses-“

Her awful nervous ramble made your heart melt, the way her fingers shook at the edges of the tray was evidence enough that she was absolutely terrified and regretful of her perilous actions.

“It’s fine Enid….y/n would love you if you groveled at her feet like a pathetic spineless puppy asking for forgiveness” Wednesday let out, “oh look it’s here already. I’ll take my leave of you” and as soon as Enid turned to place the tray down and her eyes caught sight of you she looked like a lost puppy. Tail between her legs, blue eyes impossibly tearful.

You watched as Wednesday moved to give Enid what you thought was a shoulder Pat, a signal of solidarity in this trying time. But it made the edges of your lips lift, because of two reasons. Enid looked like she might actually keel to her knees and beg for your forgiveness, and secondly the way Wednesday’s eyes flickered slighty as her gloved hand patted Enid’s shoulder was comical. Like it was taking all her strength. And the small, “there there Enid” made it hard not to laugh.

You didn’t need to be a werewolf to hear the soft squelch of Wednesday’s black glove retract from Enid’s shoulder. Without another glance your way Wednesday was heading to the door.

As soon as the door closed over Wednesday’s heels Enid spoke.

“I NEVER should have treated you the way I did-it was incorrigible, it was-it was probably terrifying-“ she began, hands shaking. “I understand if you don’t forgive me but I’m so sorry-I didn’t know my wolf would be so cruel-its my fault for dragging you into the corn maze-“.

You let Enid ramble out the words, each brush of tears falling down her cheeks a testament of how much you truly loved this girl.

“It’s definitely something we need to work on. But I love you too much to never forgive you Enid Sinclair”. You let out.

The way Enid perked up, a sigh of relief before launching herself in your bed, eagerly taking your cheeks in her hands, fingers immeasurable soft and deft as she kissed every inch of your face. The ridge of your nose, your cheeks, your eyes, your collarbone.