#tessa

commission for @minittwastaken

in this au tessa is still alive but is being controlled by cyn

reblogs are appreciated

It’s the best recollection of last night’s events, told the way she would tell it.

Messy bed. Dress and heels on the floor. Everything that followed.

I’m wondering if I should keep doing these… stories of past and future nights my alter ego was involved in.

Be honest.

Does this work, or should I stop?

I want the feedback.

HUNTRESS

Volume 1, Issue 1

They call her The Huntress.

By day she’s Tessa, just another well-kept wife with a dark bob and expensive lipstick.

By night she slips into something tighter, sharper… and goes looking for prey.

Young trust-fund boys with more money than sense.

Older rich alphas who think they’re the ones in control.

Tonight the hunt begins.

Cocktails. The cool glass sweating against her palm. Low light catching the shine on her collarbone. The slow burn of the first sip sliding down her throat while she watches them watch her. The air already feels charged—skin prickling, that quiet pulse starting low as she tastes the room for weakness.

The first episode starts now.

August 13 2026

Someone called me the Huntress once. Just a throwaway line in the messages, but it stayed with me. We talked about who she would be… how she related to the woman I already am. Not a different person. More like the part of me that stops waiting and starts choosing. The version that walks into a room already knowing exactly what she wants.

She hunts young trust-fund boys with too much money and not enough caution. Older rich alphas who still believe they’re the ones in control. Soft light. Strong drinks. The slow, deliberate circle before the catch.

But it’s never only about taking. The real high is in the giving. The taste of them. The way their skin smells when they’re already lost. The sounds they make when she offers something so intense they can’t stop replaying it days later. The kind of pleasure that lingers on the tongue and under the skin long after she’s gone.

Then that follower created a comic cover of her and sent it to me.

They got it completely. The title. The issue number. The way she sits there like the night already belongs to her. It felt like they completely understand me and my alter ego.

So this is her.

The Huntress is my alter ego.

Tonight the first episode begins.

Already thinking about later this afternoon.

A venue with tasty cocktails and equally tasty young twenty-something trust-fund boys.

The cool glass sweating in my palm and against my thigh… something slow and warm sliding down my throat.

Each swallow sends the heat lower. Each one makes my mouth water more. Each one starts that heavy pulse between my legs as I take it deeper.

My panties are already way too damp.