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slow erotic music continued to play from the speaker, and with a side-to-side shake of your hips, your ass bounces, pulling a groan from wanda as she watches you move in front of her. in the mirror you face, you see her watch you like a hawk; her eyes trained on you, hypnotised and enchanted by the swell of your ass, and the smooth movement of your hips.

you knew you were good at what you do, despite brushing off agatha’s compliments of “this one… she’s the best of the best.” but the way wanda’s eyes burn into you was something you’d never seen before. the woman was enamoured by your talent of dancing, and like you were the only person to exist right now.

she was respectful in all the right ways, yet still eye-fucked you regardless. you relished it; you really enjoyed the attention coming from the redhead.

It made you feel good.

you turn around to face the older woman, “so, miss maximoff,” you husk out, and as she looks up at you, she smiles a surprisingly sheepish grin at the name. the effect makes a smirk twitch at the corner of your lips, and you lean downwards slightly, your bra-clad breasts sitting close to her face. “what will i be drinking with my meal?”

wanda’s silent for a moment, her eyes focused on your cleavage. you linger for a moment, letting her appreciate the sight before moving your torso higher until your stomach faces her, and you let your body roll fluidly to the music.

“wine.” wanda replies lowly as she continues to stare.

“hmhm,” you hum agreeingly. “what kind?” it was certainly entertaining to see her mind struggle to focus.

“white, and there is lemonade to top it up with… if you’d like.”

“an attentive mommy, i see,” you purr in response, your left hand resting on her shoulder.

you felt a tingling sensation beneath the confines of your underwear when wanda moaned softly, and her hands that still rested on the edge of the seat gripped harshly, the faux leather stretching at her fingertips.

“such a good girl,” the redhead husks out, her hot breath hitting the skin of your stomach as you continue to move. “so talented.”

a spike of heat rises to your already flushed cheeks, and before you could utter a reply, the timer on your phone sounds in the booth, cutting your music off. you immediately raise your head, your motions coming to a stop as you reach to turn off the timer.

once you did, you paused the music that tried to continue after its interruption and leaned down to face wanda, “worth the extra time?” you asked, though from wandas heaving chest and parted lips, you knew your answer already.

“absolutely, i can’t believe that was only ten minutes.” the redhead uttered.

the words made you smile proudly. “time certainly flies when you are having fun.” you quipped.

you took a step back, your heels digging into the carpet below as you created space between you, even as you resented the loss of her warm body close to you. you bent at the hips and lowered your head until your lips were against the shell of wanda’s left ear, “i’ll see you shortly,” you whispered before leaving a soft, brief kiss on her cheek.

wanda’s eyelids faltered, closing momentarily at the action. she looked captivated by you, and when hooded eyes gazed up at you, the yearning for the woman to take you to her home again amplified.

“see you shortly, darling.” the older woman responded, her grip on the seat loosening as she shifted in the seat and rose from it, her hands now moving to smooth out the lengthy skirt that she looked oh so gorgeous in.

with a grin, you head out of the booth, through to the main floor, and into the changing room to get dressed and cash out. your mind was filled with nothing but wanda, and for once in your time working here, you didn’t focus on how much you had earned.

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the sound of chardonnay glugged as wanda poured single portions into two large wine glasses. “this,” she spoke, now clipping a silver bottle stopper on the neck of the bottle. “will pair very nicely with dinner.”

god you really were being wined and dined by the woman, and as you sat in your seat at a prepared table in her open living room, you watched her intently, your hands slightly clammy at the desire for her that settled deep in your stomach.

“where did you learn all of this?” you asked with a breathy laugh. from the smell radiating from her kitchen to the knowledge she spewed about cooking, you were certainly impressed. “if you don’t mind me asking.”

wanda smiled at you and then, with the bottle in hand, she strode over to her seat, residing there. “my mother,” she spoke, her gaze focusing on the bottle as she placed it on the table. “despite my father running the business, i can say she taught me everything i know.”

it didn’t take a scientist to read from wanda’s low tone that this was a sore subject for her. but you wouldn’t prod, so instead you shifted in your seat, crossing your jean-clad legs before responding. “mothers and their teachings… though mine didn’t show me how to dance.”

wanda’s neural face raised to look at yours, her lips widening in a smile as she laughed. “i should hope not,” she snorted softly, and the sound made you grin and your stomach to leap. “that’s just all you, darling. born to be a dancer.”

“flattery will get you everywhere,” you blushed, along with a spike of nervousness that you weren’t used to feeling. “so,” you started, holding her gaze, “does the miss maximoff have moves of her own?”

wanda raised her eyebrows and thought for a moment, “i’m not the smooth dancer you are, but i would have a few tricks up my sleeve if i were in your industry.”

your curiosity piqued at that, and not only did the thought of wanda wearing lingerie make your head spin, but the thought of her doing anything like swaying her hips, bending over, or grinding on your lap made your clit throb against the tightness of your pants.

you hummed in delight, “i bet you would,” you mused. “you’re the type to excel at anything.”

“oh?” wanda shoots you a surprised look, “you seem very certain about that.”

you were absolutely certain. the redhead oozed power and ability, and with it, you imagine she commands attention wherever she goes.

the thought almost made you shiver. her demeanour was overwhelmingly sexy, and god if it wasn’t for the smell of the delicious food she had spent time making for you, you’d be on your knees and ridding her of the skirt she wore.

“i am.” you replied simply, your mind straying as you held eye contact with the woman opposite you. “now about this meal,” you say, trying to will your filthy thoughts away and focus on the matter at hand. “should i do anything to help?”

wanda grinned at the question and rose from her seat. “no,” she replied with a shake of her head, thick ginger hair swaying as she did. “you just stay there and look pretty.”

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after you had both finished eating, you and wanda spoke over the rest of the chardonnay, and with the time that passed, you felt the wine spread a gentle flush of heat throughout your body as you grew tipsy.

“i’m curious,” wanda voices after a brief moment of silence. “lady harkness, as she calls herself, is she your… how do i put this?”

“if the word you’re trying not to say is pimp,” you reply with a laugh before taking another sip from your glass. “then no, agatha is not. she’s more like… the mother of the house.”

wanda quirks an eyebrow at that. “so there’s nothing,” she gestures with a hand, “sexual?”

“oh god no,” you say as you place your glass on the table, “agatha has many rules in the club. two being, dancers don’t fraternise with the guests, and she doesn’t fraternise with the dancers.”

the redhead hummed, her gaze faltering to her lap briefly, and when you regained eye contact with her, you knew what she was thinking.

“what would she say if she found out you were here right now?” wanda asked, her voice unexpectedly timid. a tone you hadn’t heard since the first day you met her. nervous, restricted, and doubtful to ask for a dance.

you thought for a moment. considering the longevity of your relationship with agatha, you weren’t entirely certain. “i guess one of two things: i won’t be able to work there anymore, or she’ll just scold me, say this is asinine, and...”

“and?” wanda murmured, her eyebrows furrowed.

“forbid it.”

“mother of the house, indeed,” wanda retorted as she stood from her chair, and to your surprise, walked over to you, her heels clicking against the floor as she took those few steps.

you eye the woman as she stands before you, and then, with a bend of her hips, she sits sideways on your lap, her arms resting loosely on your shoulders. before you knew it, your right hand instinctively snaked around her back to land on her hip, and your other hand rested on her outer thigh.

wow. is all you can think of. she was a sight to see, regardless, but having her in your lap like this made your hands flex against the expensive material of her skirt. she looked divine, and you needed to voice it. “you are heartachingly beautiful, you know?”

the pale skin of wanda’s cheeks flushed a shade of pink, and she bashfully turned away, hiding what you knew was a beaming smile. when she turned to face you again, wanda remained poised, even if her blushing complexion gave it away. “you’re such a sweet girl, y/n.”

you raised the hand that rested on her outer thigh and placed it against the warmth of her cheek, and your head moved forward slightly.

her breath ghosted your lips; the smell of citrus hit your senses, and with that, you couldn’t hold it back anymore.

wanda hummed when you kissed her, and your hand moved from her hip to the small of her back. you felt her hands shift on your shoulders to thread through your hair, and your heart rate spiked as she deepened the kiss.

you moaned into her mouth when her tongue swirled against yours. the sensation was something that had been on your mind since you’d both parted to work, and as you hungrily kissed each other, your mind reeled; the club’s policy and agatha’s potential fury at this situation washing away, and all that remained was the woman on your lap.

when wanda pulled away, you panted for needed breath. and watching as she did the same, you focused on her swollen, kissed lips that shone with your saliva. “come with me,” she breathed out, her thighs flexing against yours as she stood up.

one of your hands fell to rest by your side, and your other was grasped by one of wanda’s. you instantly rose from your seat and let yourself be led by her as she walked you both to her bedroom.

upon entering the dark space, wanda closed her door after you. the click of it made you face her, and as she turned to you again, you almost staggered slightly as she surged forward and reconnected your lips, her arms linking around your head and back to your hair. this time, she grasped softly at your strands, and you moaned at the desperation as she pressed herself flush against your body and deepened the kiss again. wanda was hungry for you, and it made your stomach do backflips.

“the bed,” she panted out between kisses.

you slowly shuffled backwards, not wanting her lips to leave yours, and blindly aimed for her bed. your hands moved to wanda’s hips, and at the sense of her shape, you grasped at her curvature, then snaked your hands to the swell of her ass.

another grasp made wanda moan, and as the blissful sound filled your ears, you felt wanda’s bed hit the back of your knees.

wanda pulled away, “lie down, baby,” she reached for the bedside lamp close to her, and after flicking it on, the dim light radiated as far as it could in the room, and you were greeted with wanda gazing at you, a smile on her face as she breathed heavily.

standing upright, wanda began to unbutton her cinched blazer, and it didn’t take long before she revealed a black bra. she draped the piece of clothing to her right, letting it gently rest on the floor, and when you moved to lie down, your elbows propping you up, wanda’s hands moved to her skirt.

the zipper of it sounded in the room, and when she pulled it over her hips, she let it fall into a pool around her heels, and full, pale thighs were now on display.

you bit your lip softly at the sight before you, “mommy…” you purred, and the word pulled her attention from the item around her.

“fuck,” wanda uttered with a groan, and as she stepped out of the ring of her skirt, she moved towards you, her knees dipping into the mattress as she shifted to straddle your waist.

“keep the heels on, please.” you beg, remembering how she liked manners. “you look so hot like that.”

wanda smiled and hands threaded through her hair and away from her face as she began a slow grind on your lap. your mouth fell open at the feeling, and your hands moved to her hips again, gripping the soft flesh in your palms. you guided her against your jeans, and although you wished you were rid of them, wanda panted at the friction. “that feels good, y/n.”

you continued to listen and watch in awe as wanda humped and grinded against you, and you felt an ache between your thighs and wetness coating your underwear. “you’re so sexy, mommy. shit…” you gasp, her pace increasing as well as her volume in moans.

you let your head hit the mattress as you raised your hands to her breasts, your hands palming them once through her bra before unclasping it and letting it fall from her shoulders and arms and into your hands.

tossing it to your left, your hands returned to her now bare chest. you hummed at the feeling, and when wanda’s hard nipples pressed against your palm, you bit your lip and let your index fingers and thumbs pinch them. the redhead moaned and continued to hump and chase the friction that was teetering her closer and closer, “fuck, y/n..” her eyes bore into you, and as you pinched and twisted her nipples more, her knees tightened around your hips. “i’m gonna-”

your jaw slackened as your heart pounded loudly in your ears, watching in awe as wanda began to twitch above you. “cum for me mommy,” you coaxed, and with another hard pinch to her nipples, wanda began to rut against you, mouth agape with her hands flying down to your shoulders, pressing you into the mattress.

you gazed at the sight of her cumming, feeling nothing but desire and a strong sensation of pride at the way in which she did. on your lap. desperately grinding against you. hungry for your touch.

“wow,” wanda gasped out, her chest heaving against your hands as her eyes briefly fluttered closed. “that was…”

“the hottest thing i have witnessed in a long time,” you finish her sentence for her, completely enamoured by the sight before you. your thumbs graze softly over her hard nipples before moving to rest your hands on her thighs.

“i’ll say,” wanda huffed out, and with an attempt to shift her weight, you feel her thighs vibrate and twitch. “but i think the view between your legs will be even better.”

“oh please, mommy,” you whine, your eyebrows furrowing as you bite your bottom lip. the thought of it was too exciting, and you felt overwhelmingly turned on. you ached, throbbed and lay trapped in the mess you had made in your underwear. “i want your tongue on me.”

without speaking further, wanda shuffled down your body, ignoring the wet patch she had left on your jeans, and moved to unbutton them and rid you of the confines. from the edge of the bed, her eyes raked over your legs as you re-situated yourself, them now bent at the knees.

“you look so good spread out for me, baby,” wanda husked out, positioning herself on propped elbows between your legs, “so good.”

one of her hands raised the hem of your shirt, and her mouth immediately went to the skin of your stomach. she left open-mouthed kisses on the space she created, her tongue swirling in a way that caused your eyes to roll backwards. you relished in the sensation as she worked her way down your stomach until she reached your underwear.

two fingers suddenly touched your aching cunt over the fabric of your underwear, and you gasped, your back arching slightly. “mommy…”

you almost spoke and begged her not to tease you, but wanda fortunatley beat you to the punch, because then you felt those two fingers push your underwear to the side, and her hot breath hit your bare pussy.

“you are so wet, y/n,” wanda mused, staring in amazement whilst she slid two fingers between your folds, feeling the wetness coat her fingertips, “such a good girl for me.”

wanda replaced her two slender fingers with her warm tongue, and you gasped at the sensation. the redhead hummed at the taste of you, and her hands moved to grip your waist, her tongue swirling up and down from your pulsing hole to your clit that throbbed just as hard. “you are so good at that mommy.” you praise.

wanda moans into you, the sound of it vibrating against your clit, and déjà vu flashes in your mind as your hands grip her silk sheets.

your hips tried to grind against her mouth as you felt that familiar knot forming low in your stomach, but the older woman held you in place and continued to lap and suck at your clit.

“just like that.” you gasp out, your right hand moving from the sheets to ginger locks, and your nails scratch lightly against her scalp. “just like that.”

wanda listened to your chant, and her tongue’s pace against your swollen clit stayed the same, eager to make you cum as hard as she did.

the build-up of tension from the lap dance to now had you closer than you could have anticipated, and as she continued her talented work, you felt your walls contract around nothing, and your toes curled.

“I’m-” your eyebrows furrowed, and your mouth hung open as you choked out a moan, “mommy!” your body tensed as your orgasm crashed into you, and the inside of your thighs began to squeeze wanda’s shoulders. she held you down as you convulsed, her tongue still busy on your clit, focusing on your pants and moans.

when your body came down from the high, and all that remained was a buzz of pure bliss, your body relaxed in her hold, and the redhead’s tongue grew lazy against you, then ceasing before you became overstimulated.

“you are-” you gasp out, a hand falling to your forehead, the back of it greeted with sweat that coated your hairline. “that mouth of yours…” you prop yourself up on shaky elbows and gaze down at wanda, and with ginger ruffled hair and your cum glazing her lips, you groan at the sight. “so, so good.”

wanda giggled, placing wet kisses on the inside of your thighs, “that was amazing, y/n,” she hums against the skin. “will you be staying over again?”

“Keep still,” Wanda hisses in your ear.

You’re trying, but your hands are just so twitchy, finding Wanda’s hair. You were trying not to tug, but when she drives her cock into you again, you just can’t help it. When you pull at her hair yet again, Wanda’s head moves away from your neck, a frown tugging at her red lips.

“I’m– I can’t help it,” you say breathlessly, but you can’t stop your smile. “My hands are all– they get a little restless.” 

Wanda’s brows raise incredulously, her hips stilling. You want to whine at the loss of movement, but you keep your hips still, not wanting to spur her into punishing you. As much as you liked being bent over her lap, your bottom was a little sore from the last time. She pulls out of you slowly, the thick silicone slipping out with ease, and you groan.

“Restless,” Wanda says flatly. Her lips twitch with amusement. “That’s one way to put it. You’re a little damn jackrabbit.”

You flush shyly. As if to prove her point, your hands move to her hips and squeeze greedily, and Wanda gasps in faux mortification. Her hand catches your wrist, stilling your wriggling fingers. “If you keep being so handsy like that, bunny, I’m gonna have to restrain you.”

You squirm with delight. “Restrain me with what?” you say, low and teasing, and Wanda looks at you sternly. It only serves to make you grin wider.

“Don’t you start gettin’ smart with me now, pet,” she says, but she knows just as well as you do that you’re only goading her on. You’d experimented with this kind of play before, having your hands held above your head or tied back with one of her silk scarves, and you loved it. Especially in this position, you think, with Wanda laying on top of you, the bed rocking, the sheets sweaty against your skin—

You blink out of your thoughts. Wanda is rummaging in her nightstand for something, objects clattering in the drawer, but you can only watch her face from this angle.

“Now where’d I put it…” she murmurs absently, brows knit together in thought. You crane your neck, your eyes following her movements, the long length of her arm, but then she stops abruptly. She’s looking at something you can’t quite see.

You sit up, legs a little sore. You follow her gaze.

Her rosary rests besides the lamp, pearly white beads curled loose against the wood.

Wanda goes still. You open your mouth to speak.

“No,” she says immediately, her voice firm. She slowly tears her gaze away to look at you. “No.” You smile impishly at her. Her hand is still on the nightstand.

“You said you wanted me to keep still,” you respond, the thought fluttering in your stomach like a wild bird. 

Wanda’s gaze hardens. “Baby, that is a rosary.”

“I know what it is.”

Her expression is unreadable when she looks back at the nightstand, at the long string of white beads and golden crucifix at the end. Her fingers curl around the rosary, muscle memory. She picks it up carefully, the way she always does, and the crucifix dangles between her fingers, glinting in the low lamplight.

This isn’t the first time you’ve seen it, of course. You’ve seen it tangled around her fingers on lazy Sunday mornings while her lips move silently through prayer. Seeing it now though, both of you unclothed and sweaty with sin, makes your stomach warm. 

Her voice is roughened with something when she speaks again. “You don’t understand,” she rasps. Her accent always lilts like this when she’s lost in thought. 

You sit closer on shaky knees until your legs press against hers. The crucifix swings gently like a pendulum. Sin tightens your throat deliciously. “I think I do,” you mumble in response. Wanda laughs mirthlessly, shaking her head.

“No, baby, you don’t.” Her thumb rubs over one of the beads compulsively, her lips pressed together tightly. “This ain’t a toy. My mama gave this to me on my sweet sixteenth.” Your brain whirs with numbers, but you’ve never been good at calculating. All you can tell is that Wanda has had it for a long time, maybe even before you were born, and something about that makes heat curl in your stomach like a serpent.

For a moment you think she’ll put it away, shut it in the drawer where she doesn’t have to look at it.

“Hands,” she says instead, stern. Your breath catches in your throat immediately. Wordlessly, you lift your wrists up to her. She stares at them a second too long, her lips parting with a long, almost pained sigh. “My sweet girl.”

The rosary beads click softly as she loops it around your wrists, careful despite the slight tremor in her hands. The crucifix is cool against the inside of your wrist, right against your burning skin where your pulse is thrumming like a live wire. A soft breath escapes your lips at the sensation, the sound almost immediately swallowed by the hum of cicadas outside the window, but Wanda hears. Of course she hears.

“Lord have mercy,” she mutters under her breath.

You try a smile, wanting to soothe her worries. “It’s a bit late for that.”

Wanda shoots you a look so sharp you hold back a shiver. “Don’t mock the Lord,” she says with steel in her voice. Your throat tightens as you nod quickly.

Wanda stares at you for a moment longer before her expression finally gives way. Her lips curl up a little, a mean little smile you know too well, and her hands slide down your sides, warm and possessive and a little rough from housework. She squeezes your hips harshly, a possessive glint in her eye, and you barely have time to gasp before she shoves you back down onto the bed, your back hitting the mattress harder now that you couldn’t use your hands to brace yourself.

You lift your arms above your head, hands flexing and grasping at nothing, not with the rosary tied around your wrists like this. The bed creaks loudly when she leans forward, a hand spreading over your stomach to still you. The air in the room is humid, made even more so by your heaving pants, and a thin sheen of sweat coats Wanda’s collarbone where her summer tan ends.

“Needy little thing,” Wanda smiles. The hand on your stomach moves to your hip, and now she’s adjusting herself, thighs brushing yours when she settles between your legs. Your fingers twitch helplessly. “Needed me to tie you up like a foal.”

Your heart races. The warm silicone presses between your legs again, and your thighs widen instinctually. “Please,” is the only word you can manage – it feels like your tongue is tied too. Wanda lets out a low, syrupy hum. Her fingers dig in greedily, snapping your hips close to hers, and her cock slides into you suddenly, every inch slipping inside until you’re flush against her.

“F-Fuck!” you gasp, momentarily forgetting your bindings, but when you try to reach out, the beads dig into your skin, the crucifix hurting against your wrist. Tears prickle in your eyes at the sudden entrance, and then Wanda’s moving again, finding her rhythm like she’d never stopped at all.

“That’s it, sugar,” Wanda groans, dropping her head down to your shoulder as she steels herself. Her rhythm is slow, brutal, and her hips drive against you like she wants to split you in half. Your cunt squeezes, clenches around her length, and the old bed creaks steadily under her careful thrusts. The room feels impossibly hot now, heavy summer air cloying and sticking to you both, and you whimper every time her cock disappears inside you.

One of her hands stays locked at your hip, keeping you steady enough to fuck you into the mattress, but the other slides up your bound arms slowly, fingers brushing over the rosary pressing into your wrists. Wanda moans against your damp skin and her pace deepens, enough for the headboard to start knocking the wall. Whimpers slip from your mouth, fueling the heat in your stomach, as her cock hits a spot that makes your hands flex your restraints desperately.

She’s mumbling something against your neck, you realize — broken little phrases that are almost lost to your louder pants and gasps. “Lord,” you hear, and the word burns against your skin, “takin’ me so good, baby, your little pussy feels so good, fuck– forgive me, Lord,” and a string of soft little moans, so unlike anything you’ve heard from her. Her fingers curl against the rosary, barely brushing your wrists, and your cunt tightens around her strap, a moan torn from your chest.

“I-I’m, ah, please,” the words tumble from your mouth, and Wanda pants against your skin, her hips stuttering just slightly. The sudden rhythm change has your hips lifting off the mattress, heat thrumming wildly in your abdomen, and you feel yourself squeeze around the thick silicone. “Please, I-I’m so– so close–”

Wanda’s hips don’t slow. “Cum for me, baby,” she mumbles against your ear, words spilling out all at once. “Cum, baby, cum for me, oh God, cum for me.” Her thrusts are almost clumsy now, betraying her own arousal, but it’s enough, more than enough, because your body tenses, electricity bursting in your abdomen. You gasp helplessly, feeling every ridge and bump a millionfold, your cunt fucked so sensitive it’s almost overstimulating.

When you come down from your high, chest heaving, Wanda finally, mercifully, slides the strap out of you, lifting her head from your neck. She’s still for a moment, just breathing deeply, waiting for you to settle, and then her weight shifts. The mattress sighs as she moves back, no longer pressed against you, but her hand is still resting on your hip, thumb brushing circles on your skin.

Her hair is stuck to her forehead with sweat, cheeks pink with both exertion and embarrassment, and her chest heaves with heavy breaths. She looks at you, still laying spread out on her mattress, trying to catch your own breath with greedy pants for air.

And when you blink up at her, lips wobbling into a tired smile, something in her chest clenches tightly.

“Keep still,” Wanda hisses in your ear.

You’re trying, but your hands are just so twitchy, finding Wanda’s hair. You were trying not to tug, but when she drives her cock into you again, you just can’t help it. When you pull at her hair yet again, Wanda’s head moves away from your neck, a frown tugging at her red lips.

“I’m– I can’t help it,” you say breathlessly, but you can’t stop your smile. “My hands are all– they get a little restless.” 

Wanda’s brows raise incredulously, her hips stilling. You want to whine at the loss of movement, but you keep your hips still, not wanting to spur her into punishing you. As much as you liked being bent over her lap, your bottom was a little sore from the last time. She pulls out of you slowly, the thick silicone slipping out with ease, and you groan.

“Restless,” Wanda says flatly. Her lips twitch with amusement. “That’s one way to put it. You’re a little damn jackrabbit.”

You flush shyly. As if to prove her point, your hands move to her hips and squeeze greedily, and Wanda gasps in faux mortification. Her hand catches your wrist, stilling your wriggling fingers. “If you keep being so handsy like that, bunny, I’m gonna have to restrain you.”

You squirm with delight. “Restrain me with what?” you say, low and teasing, and Wanda looks at you sternly. It only serves to make you grin wider.

“Don’t you start gettin’ smart with me now, pet,” she says, but she knows just as well as you do that you’re only goading her on. You’d experimented with this kind of play before, having your hands held above your head or tied back with one of her silk scarves, and you loved it. Especially in this position, you think, with Wanda laying on top of you, the bed rocking, the sheets sweaty against your skin—

You blink out of your thoughts. Wanda is rummaging in her nightstand for something, objects clattering in the drawer, but you can only watch her face from this angle.

“Now where’d I put it…” she murmurs absently, brows knit together in thought. You crane your neck, your eyes following her movements, the long length of her arm, but then she stops abruptly. She’s looking at something you can’t quite see.

You sit up, legs a little sore. You follow her gaze.

Her rosary rests besides the lamp, pearly white beads curled loose against the wood.

Wanda goes still. You open your mouth to speak.

“No,” she says immediately, her voice firm. She slowly tears her gaze away to look at you. “No.” You smile impishly at her. Her hand is still on the nightstand.

“You said you wanted me to keep still,” you respond, the thought fluttering in your stomach like a wild bird. 

Wanda’s gaze hardens. “Baby, that is a rosary.”

“I know what it is.”

Her expression is unreadable when she looks back at the nightstand, at the long string of white beads and golden crucifix at the end. Her fingers curl around the rosary, muscle memory. She picks it up carefully, the way she always does, and the crucifix dangles between her fingers, glinting in the low lamplight.

This isn’t the first time you’ve seen it, of course. You’ve seen it tangled around her fingers on lazy Sunday mornings while her lips move silently through prayer. Seeing it now though, both of you unclothed and sweaty with sin, makes your stomach warm. 

Her voice is roughened with something when she speaks again. “You don’t understand,” she rasps. Her accent always lilts like this when she’s lost in thought. 

You sit closer on shaky knees until your legs press against hers. The crucifix swings gently like a pendulum. Sin tightens your throat deliciously. “I think I do,” you mumble in response. Wanda laughs mirthlessly, shaking her head.

“No, baby, you don’t.” Her thumb rubs over one of the beads compulsively, her lips pressed together tightly. “This ain’t a toy. My mama gave this to me on my sweet sixteenth.” Your brain whirs with numbers, but you’ve never been good at calculating. All you can tell is that Wanda has had it for a long time, maybe even before you were born, and something about that makes heat curl in your stomach like a serpent.

For a moment you think she’ll put it away, shut it in the drawer where she doesn’t have to look at it.

“Hands,” she says instead, stern. Your breath catches in your throat immediately. Wordlessly, you lift your wrists up to her. She stares at them a second too long, her lips parting with a long, almost pained sigh. “My sweet girl.”

The rosary beads click softly as she loops it around your wrists, careful despite the slight tremor in her hands. The crucifix is cool against the inside of your wrist, right against your burning skin where your pulse is thrumming like a live wire. A soft breath escapes your lips at the sensation, the sound almost immediately swallowed by the hum of cicadas outside the window, but Wanda hears. Of course she hears.

“Lord have mercy,” she mutters under her breath.

You try a smile, wanting to soothe her worries. “It’s a bit late for that.”

Wanda shoots you a look so sharp you hold back a shiver. “Don’t mock the Lord,” she says with steel in her voice. Your throat tightens as you nod quickly.

Wanda stares at you for a moment longer before her expression finally gives way. Her lips curl up a little, a mean little smile you know too well, and her hands slide down your sides, warm and possessive and a little rough from housework. She squeezes your hips harshly, a possessive glint in her eye, and you barely have time to gasp before she shoves you back down onto the bed, your back hitting the mattress harder now that you couldn’t use your hands to brace yourself.

You lift your arms above your head, hands flexing and grasping at nothing, not with the rosary tied around your wrists like this. The bed creaks loudly when she leans forward, a hand spreading over your stomach to still you. The air in the room is humid, made even more so by your heaving pants, and a thin sheen of sweat coats Wanda’s collarbone where her summer tan ends.

“Needy little thing,” Wanda smiles. The hand on your stomach moves to your hip, and now she’s adjusting herself, thighs brushing yours when she settles between your legs. Your fingers twitch helplessly. “Needed me to tie you up like a foal.”

Your heart races. The warm silicone presses between your legs again, and your thighs widen instinctually. “Please,” is the only word you can manage – it feels like your tongue is tied too. Wanda lets out a low, syrupy hum. Her fingers dig in greedily, snapping your hips close to hers, and her cock slides into you suddenly, every inch slipping inside until you’re flush against her.

“F-Fuck!” you gasp, momentarily forgetting your bindings, but when you try to reach out, the beads dig into your skin, the crucifix hurting against your wrist. Tears prickle in your eyes at the sudden entrance, and then Wanda’s moving again, finding her rhythm like she’d never stopped at all.

“That’s it, sugar,” Wanda groans, dropping her head down to your shoulder as she steels herself. Her rhythm is slow, brutal, and her hips drive against you like she wants to split you in half. Your cunt squeezes, clenches around her length, and the old bed creaks steadily under her careful thrusts. The room feels impossibly hot now, heavy summer air cloying and sticking to you both, and you whimper every time her cock disappears inside you.

One of her hands stays locked at your hip, keeping you steady enough to fuck you into the mattress, but the other slides up your bound arms slowly, fingers brushing over the rosary pressing into your wrists. Wanda moans against your damp skin and her pace deepens, enough for the headboard to start knocking the wall. Whimpers slip from your mouth, fueling the heat in your stomach, as her cock hits a spot that makes your hands flex your restraints desperately.

She’s mumbling something against your neck, you realize — broken little phrases that are almost lost to your louder pants and gasps. “Lord,” you hear, and the word burns against your skin, “takin’ me so good, baby, your little pussy feels so good, fuck– forgive me, Lord,” and a string of soft little moans, so unlike anything you’ve heard from her. Her fingers curl against the rosary, barely brushing your wrists, and your cunt tightens around her strap, a moan torn from your chest.

“I-I’m, ah, please,” the words tumble from your mouth, and Wanda pants against your skin, her hips stuttering just slightly. The sudden rhythm change has your hips lifting off the mattress, heat thrumming wildly in your abdomen, and you feel yourself squeeze around the thick silicone. “Please, I-I’m so– so close–”

Wanda’s hips don’t slow. “Cum for me, baby,” she mumbles against your ear, words spilling out all at once. “Cum, baby, cum for me, oh God, cum for me.” Her thrusts are almost clumsy now, betraying her own arousal, but it’s enough, more than enough, because your body tenses, electricity bursting in your abdomen. You gasp helplessly, feeling every ridge and bump a millionfold, your cunt fucked so sensitive it’s almost overstimulating.

When you come down from your high, chest heaving, Wanda finally, mercifully, slides the strap out of you, lifting her head from your neck. She’s still for a moment, just breathing deeply, waiting for you to settle, and then her weight shifts. The mattress sighs as she moves back, no longer pressed against you, but her hand is still resting on your hip, thumb brushing circles on your skin.

Her hair is stuck to her forehead with sweat, cheeks pink with both exertion and embarrassment, and her chest heaves with heavy breaths. She looks at you, still laying spread out on her mattress, trying to catch your own breath with greedy pants for air.

And when you blink up at her, lips wobbling into a tired smile, something in her chest clenches tightly.

It wasn’t uncommon for the god to be selfish like this. He would often flood the fields with too much water, making them die equally fast. Your village was one of the many affected by this cruel situation. You later learn that Zeus had a bad day and wanted to take it out on someone other than his poor wife in the clouds. 

These games he played were difficult to navigate, as the world through your eyes was sightless. Just like tinnitus in the ear, your eyes seemed to feel the same way; clouded and blurred figures with every movement of your eyes. You were born this way, and no amount of begging could have changed what you encounter daily. 

However, with this blindness, your other senses are heightened. Your hearing was better than most, and you did everything possible to protect it as it was your most powerful sense. Every chirp of a cricket, creek of a door, a voice outside your home. You could hear it all. 

It was a blessing and a curse at the same time. “She won’t even know we are gone, she can’t see us. Out of sight, out of mind.” This was the last thing you heard from your parents before they abandoned you. Your heart broke when you heard those words, never feeling such betrayal from someone you loved before. It was that moment that caused you to shut off your emotions to other people. 

At the age you are now, it was difficult to find really anyone who would accept your blindness, and love who you were on the inside. What never occurred to you was the fact that you needed someone who felt the same. Someone who felt an insecurity that needed to be validated by someone similar. 

This was exactly how Wanda felt. She was the youngest of the Gorgon Sisters, born a mortal human but was punished by a goddess out of jealousy and spite. 

The goddess Athena was spoiled by her father, getting everything and anything she wanted with a snap of her fingers. When she was betrayed, she didn’t punish Poseidon, who in fact was the person who caused this problem in the first place. She punished the poor girl who was hurt by Poseidon, all because the situation unfolded in Athena's own temple. 

Why did she choose Wanda to punish? Because she was mortal and did not have to suffer through centuries of war and turmoil. The night she went to Wanda's cave, her sisters were out hunting; gathering for their mortal sister so she could eat. Athena took this opportunity of Wanda's solitude to torture her, ripping every piece of hair from her head, forcing red, writhing snakes to take their place. 

She was in pain for days, her scalp burning with every movement the snakes made. Her nights were spent screaming and sobbing into the darkness of her cave, her sisters trying everything they could to soothe her. They were only met with silence until the day she finally spoke up about who hurt her. Her sisters were angry with the sea god for even looking at their loved one. They had their own way of punishing Poseidon, but of course, the god couldn't care less. He was powerful and could do whatever he wanted, just like his niece Athena. 

Some could say that Athena took pity on Wanda for what her uncle did. And to keep the other gods away from her, the powerful goddess turned the girl's beautiful locks of hair into a head of writhing snakes. This was for protection from her uncle and any of the other greedy and overpowered gods that rule the world. 

No matter the tale that one has heard, what is true is that Wanda is now considered a monster just like her sisters. But who determined what a monster was? Was a monster someone merely different from you? Or was it men that made everything monsters? Men seem to be afraid of powerful women, or women with sharp teeth, wings, and tusks. 

Monsters are misunderstood. 

The two sisters are some of the most gentle creatures to adorn the earth's surface. Sure, they hunt animals and look a little scary, but they keep a flock of sheep, learn how to cook bread, and take care of their mortal baby sister. 

The first time they met Wanda, Stheno’s talon gently brushed along her cheek, wiping away a tear that had fallen when she arrived on the sand. Now that Wanda is a grown woman, her immortal sisters adapted to her needs. She spent most of her time on the beach, but now spends her time in the depths of her cave, too scared to come out of fear that Poseidon will hurt her again. 

Stheno and Euryale vowed to never let anyone hurt their beloved sister ever again. They hoped that one day she would find a lover who would be willing to love her for who she was. Someone she could grow old with, and love with every fiber (and snake) of her being. 

The snakes… they each have their own personality. There are thirteen (13) in all. Wanda or anyone for that matter has named them or really knows the difference. However, the two snakes at the very front of her head, close to her temples are easily told apart. On the left, there is Fang. She has a visible attitude and can hardly believe her fate was to be on top of someone's head. On the right, there is Lucky. Just like her name, Wanda could tell that she felt lucky to be a part of her host. Fang was sassy and defiant while Lucky was just happy to be there. 

Though the rest of the snakes are just as present as Fang and Lucky, they each have a mind of their own and tend to make Wanda laugh despite her fate. Their hisses of protest when Stheno says that it’s getting dark and to come back into the cave, or when Euryale asks Wanda for her help with something while the snakes are sunbathing. My god, do they love the sun!

You did too. It was for a much different reason than what a seeing person might believe. You loved the sun for its two main purposes; to light up and warm the earth. Now, that may be what everyone thinks of Helios, the god of the sun. But to you, it meant so much more. With no sight and just a blurry field of vision in front of you, the sun kept the colorful blobs of people and obstacles slightly more viewable. 

Selene, the moon goddess was not your favorite. Although she lights the night, most occasions it is only a sliver of light. Once a month do you really get to enjoy the darkness with some light guiding you from place to place. On the nights of the new moon, you stayed in the comfort of your home for the night. Although you could not see the phase of which Selene was in, you knew the darker the next night got, the closer it was to a new moon. 

On one particular evening, you were unaware that it was a black moon. Meaning it was the second new moon in a months time. It was getting dark, but you had the thought that it would be bright enough to make it home, only to make a wrong turn when a man pushed past you. 

Villagers helped you put your fallen fruit back into your basket, and a kind woman gives gently places your bamboo guiding stick back in your hand. You thank them, but you missed the opportunity to ask them the direction of your home. Physically you knew where you were, but again, it was getting dark and you were all turned around. 

Hoping for the best in a difficult situation, you chose to turn right. Usually at this cross road, you would be facing North and your home was East, so you would turn right. Unfortunately, this rocky path led you right to Poseidons’ sea itself. And the god was ever so pleased to have a clueless woman enter his domain. Coming up from the oceans depths, he approaches you in your wandering state.

“Can I help you find your way, miss?” The god asks. Your head follows the voice to the right, unaware of who asked the question. 

“I may be a bit lost,” You say with honesty. “I was on my way back from the market, but stumbled and lost the direction I was going.” Explaining yourself to the stranger felt like the logical explanation, but Poseidon used your confusion against you. 

“No, I think you’re in the right place…” He smirks, gently putting his hand on your shoulder. Your head snaps to the sudden touch, clutching your baskets handle a little tighter. Poseidon isn’t aware of your blindness, all you are to him is a means to an end. He is in debt to his father, Kronos. 

Poseidon knew the moment you stepped foot on to his cool sand, he knew you were perfect. As a god, you think he would know everything about you, but you were very wrong. 

“Here, let me help you find your way back to the road.” He says, removing one of your hands from the basket handle. You allow him, but you are confused as you continue to feel sand beneath the sole of your sandals. The moon was not there, and you were helpless. 

Kronos, the god of time, was betrayed by his son. Poseidon decided to ask his father for time. All the time in the world, when he got ahold of Wanda. He wanted to spend every waking minute with her, fucking her and holding her when she is begging to see her sisters again only to drag her under the oceans surface when he is bored of her. Poseidon gets bored very easily, but Wanda’s pussy was different. Although his father did not question what he was going to use this time for, automatically a debt was owed. 

Poseidon decided against using this time with Wanda, as her whining and begging becoming increasingly annoying. So he sent her back to her sisters to live in peace. That is, until Athena came along of course. He was adamant that he shouldn’t have to pay his father back since he did not use the time. Kronos lended him this time willingly without question. He was determined to get it back. And Poseidon had his sacrifice right in front of him. 

His hand pulled you in the direction of a large rock by the edge of the water, a place that Poseidon remembers greatly. Andromeda was supposed to be sacrificed there, but Perseus swept in and came to the rescue, stopping a large sea monster with the help of Athenas spear and Artemis’s winged sandals. It was a shame to see such a beautiful sea creature leave the world in such a damaging way. 

“Here we are, back on the road again, just a little further,” Poseidon says, his other hand taking the basket from your hands. 

“Hey w-wait, I need tha-” You are cut off by a calloused hand clasping over your mouth. 

“Just stay still and it will all be over soon.” The god whispered in your ear. Your breaths were staggered as you heard his words, confused by what he meant. Soon his hands were untying the soft rope from around your waist holding your silk toga to your body. The fabric fell to the ground, leaving you only in your under garments. You whimpered, trying to understand what is happening.

“Please, whoever you are, let me go. H-have my fruit, t-take the gold!” You fought hard against the gods rock hard torso, fearing for your life. 

“I told you to be still!” He shouted. His arms wrapped your body and he threw you over his shoulder. Damp hair rubbed against your skin as you struggled and a chiseled arm wraps their way around your legs to keep them still. A hard hit to your barely covered ass made you yelp, and you tried scratching at Poseidons back. The immortal couldn’t feel pain, so he took no thought of it. 

With little to no trouble at all, he put your squirming body on the sand and held his hand over your neck to keep your back against the rock. The power he had was nothing compared to your mortal strength. So he held you still by straddling your legs, while his hands expertly tie your wrists together with the very rope keeping your toga on. 

“Please sir, please I’ll do anything.” You whimper as tears fall from your grey eyes. The god ignores you and takes the chain set under the rock by Zeus himself and begins to connect your now-restrained wrists to it. You were trapped, and you could only pray to the gods, any of them, to show you any mercy. 

“There. No need to cry, little one. You are a divine sacrifice for a god that has a lot of power. Don’t struggle, it makes him angry.” Poseidon said, and he tightened his already perfected knot in the rope. 

He stepped back from your crying form and looked up to the sky. “I come to give the debt I owe! Isn’t she enough, father??” He shouts his arms opening. The sea is uneasy, his emotions controlling the tide. 

Thunder claps and you know Zeus is present. “No, brother. Not now.” Poseidon growls, the intention of this sacrifice going to his father, not his sibling. 

The rain soaks into your skin and clothes causing the thin band holding your breasts and underwear to become sheer and see-through. Poseidon took notice of your exposed body and paused his message to his father. Making his way to you, he smirks as he sees you trying to move your wrists from the sturdy, iron padlock connecting them to the chain. “It’s no use, ομορφιά μου (my beauty).” 

You don’t look at him, your futile attempts at escaping only end in failure. He growls when you ignore him, not acknowledging his clear compliment at calling you “his beauty.” Approaching you, he knelt down in front of you and roughly pulled you to face him by your chin. The moment his eyes met yours, an epiphany hit. 

“You’re blind?” He asks, pulling his hand away from you like you were a leper. He knew his father would never take such a broken sacrifice. “Disgusting.” He spat while he stood up. He begins to walk away, your ears barely picking up on his steps thumping in the sand. 

“W-wait! Wait please let me go! I wan-want to go home!” You shout his way, but the god only ignores you walking into the sea and leaving you exposed for anything. 

In a sense, you were grateful that you were no longer Poseidon's sacrifice. But you were still stuck in your current situation, so you went to your last resort. You started to call out, shout, scream, to anyone who you thought could save you. An hour had passed and your voice was nothing more than a croak. 

You were starting to believe that you were going to die on a God's beach with no one in sight to help you. However, someone was watching from afar. A woman who fears to look at you without the knowledge that you are blind. But she was in the same position as you, and she wanted to help you. Yet, she hasn’t had anyone to keep for herself. 

So she considered. Would she be just as evil and selfish as Poseidon for taking you? Could she make you believe that she rescued you and instead not let you leave her cave? Stheno and Euryale would most likely not approve, Wandas sisters love her and only want what is best for her. The snakes on Wanda’s head hissed in question, Lucky gently rubbing her scaly head against her cheek. 

“I know, I really shouldn’t. But she was a victim of that retched god too. Maybe I can finally feel in control… when I am in control of her? I- I don’t want to turn her to stone…” Fang hissed in response, her tongue tickling her opposite cheek. “I could blind fold her, and you’re right, she needs someone to take care of her. She looks like she’s about to die right there. That bastard…” Wanda says to Fang, starting her journey from the beach's small cliffs to the rock you were restrained to. 

Before she makes it to you, she gathers the fruit that fell when the god took you and sets them back into the basket. Then she reaches for your discarded dress and picks it up as well. Finally, she reaches you. Her heart breaks when she sees you. Your wrists are rubbed raw, blood soaking the brown rope surrounding them, tears are stained on your cheeks and your eyes are closed. 

Wanda rips a piece of cloth from your toga and kneels down next to you. Peacefully asleep, you are still as she ties the cloth around your eyes. With the blindfold on, Wanda leans her head down to the rope encasing your injured wrists, one of her snakes near the back of her head — the one with much sharper fangs — begins to chew on the rope. The rope broke free and your arms fell loosely to your lap. 

The smallest whimper left your mouth, exhaustion keeping you fast asleep. Wanda admired your stoic look, your exposed chest moving up and down slowly with each breath you took. She sighs softly, knowing how it felt to be left exposed, for anyone to come across. Her empathy grew as she looked at you, your nipples were seen through the sheer fabric of your strophic (greek bra) and the wind nipped at your skin causing goosebumps to pebble. 

Shaking her head and mentally cursing the sea god, she wraps the fabric of your dress around your body; Adding a length of seaweed to keep it secured to your waist. Oh so gently, she lifted your unconscious body into her arms smiling as your head rolled against her chest. Lucky and Fang were eager to meet you, both of their heads trying to get as close to you as possible. 

“Hey, you’ll get to meet her when we go back home, ok? I promise,” Wanda chuckles, and the snakes pull their bodies back to their place closer to her scalp. 

The journey to her cave was not very far, just around the bend of the cliff. North of where you were destined to be sacrificed. She took care with each step taken, making sure that her prized possession was still asleep, and comfortable. Lucky and Fang looked over you as you slept, keeping their distance until Wanda let them say hi. As scary as they may look, they are all puppies at heart.

Chills crept up your spine as Wanda entered the cave with you in her arms, and goosebumps began to pebble on your skin. She takes notice, gently laying you down on her straw bed in the dim fire-lit cave. Your head lulled to the side, causing Wanda to jump slightly, forgetting that you had the blindfold on to protect you. 

Stheno and Euryale were surprised to see another woman besides their little sister inhabiting the cave, and they curiously looked over your unconscious body. 

“Wanda? Who is this sleeping woman?” Said Stheno, creeping quietly behind her sister. 

“I don’t know her name yet, but I saved her from an untimely death. Poseidon had gotten ahold of her, hoping for a sacrifice, but was unsatisfied by her,” Wanda explains, sighing as she drags her knuckle down your lightly textured cheek. “That bastard is nothing but trouble.” She sighs, trying her hardest to not look at her sisters, understanding that even immortals can turn to stone with one gaze at her eyes.

Euryale eyed Stheno, worried that Wanda may be turning into someone she swore to never become. 

“Did she come willingly?” Euryale asked, settling her wings against her feathered back. 

“She hasn’t woken up yet, but I am sure that she will understand, right?” Wanda was anxious about your awakening, your acceptance of your stay was appreciated and not feared. “Should we wait outside until she wakes up?” 

Wanda's older sisters nod their heads. “I don’t want to frighten her when she opens her eyes. I believe we would be some of the last monsters she would want to see.” Of course, they don’t know that you are unable to see…

“I will go tend to the sheep,” Euryale said.

“I will go set up a fire on the beach and start cooking your meal,” Stheno said, both creatures leaving to do their tasks. 

“And I will go help, and wait for my sleeping beauty to awaken.” Wanda says with a smile, softly swiping her thumb over your cheek. 

~~~~~~~

The same as every other day, your eyes open to a blur of shapes and colors. However, this time is different- you are met with complete darkness, the atmosphere is cold and almost damp, and the scent of salt water fills your nose. There is cloth over your eyes, something you don’t take mind to. Trying to find where you are, you feel around your surroundings to retrieve your guiding stick only to be met with sand, small rocks, and straw. These sensations were familiar but not something you would regularly wake up to. 

Standing up, you struggle to navigate through the cave you concluded you were in, reaching for a wall or something to stabilize yourself with. You let out a sigh of relief as your hand reached a rocky wall. Now you were stuck, you didn’t know what way led out of the cave. 

“Hello?” You call out, your voice echoing through the cave. Your head turns in the opposite direction as you hear padded footprints against the sand. Your worries heightened, unknowing of the person approaching you. 

“Hello dear, I’m so glad to see that you are awake, how do you feel?” The smooth voice of a woman is heard. Gentle, yet assertive. Confusion melts across your face and you take an unintentional step back, causing a slight hissing from the woman in front of you. 

“I- I feel fine, wh- where am I?” You ask, distressed and scared. Being unable to see every day was fine with you, as long as you knew where you were. That fear skyrocketed the moment you woke up in a new environment. 

“No need to worry about that, sweetheart. Come with me,” The woman said, and with a soft hand, she grabbed yours. The unexpected contact started you, but you followed nonetheless. 

“Who are you, a-and why am I here? I want to go back to my home, please.” Cracks in your voice made Wanda turn to face you, only to be met with tears rolling down your cheeks. 

She sighs and stops just at the entrance of the cave. “Oh, sweetheart, don’t cry, you are safe here now. That god won’t get you here.” 

“God?” You don’t remember what had happened the night before, your memory fogging up after falling at the crossroads. “What do you mean, “safe now?” I just want to get back home, the fruit was so expensive.” 

Pulling away from Wanda, you grab at the cloth around your eyes. The fabric falls from your head and hits the ground faster than Wanda can stop you. Panic fills her system, and she quickly turns her head away from you, her head of red snakes following. 

A soft red tendril of energy hits your temple, and you fall unconscious. Before your body hits the ground, Wanda turns and catches you just in time. Guilt takes over her as she looks at your sleeping form, Lucky and Fang are equally as concerned for you as their host. 

The scaled head of Fang nudges against Wanda's cheek, a small hiss emitting from her mouth. “Yes, she’s ok. She was nervous and wanted to see where she was, I know that. Im just going to put her by the fire until she wakes up.” She responds to Fang, her little eyes rolling as she gently taps his head from getting any closer to you. 

As gently as she can, Wanda lifts you into her arms and brings you out to the fire that Stheno lit. She sits down and lays your head in her lap, softly brushing a few grains of sand from your cheek. A groan emits from your closed lips and you subconsciously roll your body closer to the warm fire. It brings you a sense of safety a blanket could never do justice. 

But the feeling of being so close to Wanda felt just as safe, even though you did not know where you were or who you were even with. Her presence gave you a comfort that you hadn’t felt before. Her soft toga rubbed against your cheek, and you nuzzled into it subconsciously. Wanda’s lips turned up into a smile, petting your hair with a gentle hand. The sensation begins to wake you up, pulling you from your forced slumber. Slowly your eyes open, the dull shade of yellow filling your blurred and confined field of vision. 

The blindfold was still on, however, you didn’t mind this time. Whoever’s hold you are in made it clear that they do not want to be seen. Although you are unable to see, you keep your eyes glued to the fire in front of you, the light slightly dimmed by the blindfold. 

“Are you awake, dear?” Wanda’s voice sounds from above you, and you nod your head that lays in her lap. 

“Who are you?” You ask, your voice filled with curiosity but not fear. 

“My name is Wanda, and you are here with my sisters Stheno and Euryale. You are safe, sweetheart.” Wanda responds, her knuckle softly dragging down your cheek. She smiles as you begin to sit up, allowing you to fully sit next to her. 

Your next question was quick to exit, “Where are we? I was on my way home but was turned around,” You explained your situation, leaving out the part where the god almost sacrificed you to his father but left you for the dead when he decided you were not good enough. “I hear water,” You point out. 

“Yes, we are on the beach a ways North from Athens. You needed help, as when I found you, you were chained to a rock,” Wanda said bluntly. “But you’re safe now,” Her snakes hissed at the thought of the woman in front of them being used as a sacrifice, but Wanda was quick to hush them. “And what is your name, sweetheart?” 

The feelings of the rope around your wrists caused you to cringe in disgust, your arms wrapping around yourself.

“R-right…” You respond, trying to get the thought of death from your mind. Shaking your head, you sigh softly and lean back on one hand, answering Wanda's question, “My name is Y/n.”

“What a beautiful name, but I think I’ll stick to calling you sweetheart. Is that alright?” Wanda asks, her finger softly brushing over the exposed skin of your arm. A small smile grows on your lips and you nod. 

“I don’t see why it wouldn’t be,” You say, a small giggle leaving your mouth. “I- um, I do have to ask. Why am I blindfolded?” The question was burning at the back of your skull for what seemed to be hours. From the first time you woke up to now, you had been aching for an answer. 

Wanda hesitates. When she was turned by Athena, she never looked at her sisters. Even though they were immortal, they could still turn to stone if they met her gaze with their own. You hear a soft sigh and her soft voice tainted with sadness answer, “There is a dangerous creature around here that has the ability to turn any entity into stone once you look into her eyes. I cover your eyes for the purpose of protection.” 

“But I can’t see,” You protest, reaching for the fabric. Wanda's hand wraps around your wrist as she stops you. “No, you don’t understand, I can’t see, even with the blindfold off. I was born blind," you explain, trying to help the woman in front of you understand that you were not in danger. 

“Blind?” Wanda asks, your hands falling into hers as you move to your knees. “Meaning, you are unable to see anything?” 

You nod, hoping she can see you. “Yes. There are only blobs of color here and there, but other than that, I can’t see a thing.” It was always difficult to explain what you could see. There was no reason it should be this hard as you could always say: ‘I can’t see anything,’ but you always go to the ‘blob of color’ explanation first. 

“I don’t want to risk it, sweetheart. Blind or not, we don’t know who is not affected by her power,” She pauses, “Ive only just begun to get to know you, I don’t want to talk to a statue of such a beautiful woman.” 

You feel heat rise from your neck, to your cheeks, all the way up to your ears. Her compliment makes you smile brightly. “O-oh, thank you…” You say, shyly looking away from her. “I understand, but, I really don’t think I will be affected, honestly!” You attempt to grab the blindfold again, this time successfully ripping it from your head. The fabric falls to the ground and you blink to allow your eyes to settle back to normal. “If I can’t see the creature, I don’t think it will be a bother,” You smile.

Wanda sighs and closes her eyes, pulling her gaze away from your beautiful figure. She hums as she feels your hand against her shoulder, your thumb softly rubbing over her skin. “May I feel your face? I would love to have an idea of what you look like to others,” You ask her, not wanting to seem too forward with your request. “Only if you allow it…” 

Wanda keeps her head down, her snakes moving down to your hand to move their little tongues over your skin to learn more about you. 

“Oh, oh? What are these?” She hears you say. She is taken aback by the giggling she hears next. “They’re tickling me,” You say, your sweet laughter filling the air. “Is this your hair?” Your finger hovers in the air just above her shoulder and the rest of the snakes lick it as well. 

Wanda’s silence is enough to answer your question. 

“I wish I could see them, they all seem so gent- ow! Except this little one,” Fang, still a little nervous to be around a new face, bites down on your finger. It was not as painful as you thought it would have been. Wanda jumped at your pain and immediately tapped Fang’s head to discipline her. 

“No biting! She is a friend, not an enemy!” Wanda whisper-shouts at her, and you giggle quietly to yourself. “I apologize for her behavior, she knows better.” The snake hisses in return and she sighs as she moves her gaze up just a little bit. Her eyes land on your beautiful breasts, your nipples showing through the thin fabric of your toga. Wanda knows she should not be lusting, but she can’t help it. 

You tilt your head at her scolding her head of red snakes, and your hand falls. “I don’t want to intrude on your home. Thank you for saving me, Wanda, but I best be on my way,” You say, standing up. Carefully, you try to reach around for a stick of some sort, nothing close to you. All you can do is stand awkwardly, trying to keep calm as you listen to the waves crashing against the sand. 

“No, you need to rest, sweetheart. You’ve had a long day, so why don’t you sit down and we can eat? Stheno has made some bread, and the chicken is just about done.” Wanda tries everything in her power to make you stay, not wanting to force you just yet. In her mind, she knows she will make you stay. 

Your stomach rumbles, and Wanda chuckles. “It seems like your hunger has spoken for itself, so lets sit you down again.” 

Before Wanda is able to help you sit down, or protest about anything for that matter, you reach up to feel her face, your eyes meeting hers. Although you were unable to see her beautiful green and red mixed eyes, she saw your grey ones. Your irises held no color, and a scar-like line of [your original eye color] strikes through your right eye. 

You didn’t turn to stone…

“Wanda… Wanda look!” Stheno exclaims. The woman you are looking up at tilts her head, her power not working on you. 

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” You ask, retracting your hands from her cheeks. Instantly, she pulls them back. 

“No, no you didn’t hurt me, sweetheart. I- I am just surprised… my power, it didn’t work,” She says, churning confusion inside of your head. 

“Power?” You pause, putting two and two together. “The creature you mentioned… the one that can turn people to stone, you are her… aren’t you?” 

Wanda nods, your hands moving with her head. “Yes, and, I was trying to protect you, but-”

Your thumb gently brushes over her lips, the rest of your fingers ghosting over her facial structure, sculpting a picture in your mind. “I’ve only heard legends of a so called “monster” in these parts. But I have yet to meet a monster… Besides that god that tried to sacrifice me of course, but you? You are no monster.”

Your words made Wanda's heart melt. She has me wrapped around her finger already… there was no way I was letting her go. Her inner thoughts were loud, and she smiled softly as your fingers grazed her lips again. 

“I’m very. Much aware of my inability to see what most people can with their eyes. But…” You pause, your hand cupping her jaw. “I do see your heart, and I think you’re absolutely beautiful. You took me in when I was vulnerable and scared, and I can’t thank you enough… You are no monster, Wanda.” You whisper, smiling as you feel Wanda’s arms curl around your waist, pulling you against her body. 

“We’ve only just met, sweetheart…are you already falling for me?” Wanda teases, making you giggle as you lay your hand on her shoulder and drop your head to her chest. 

“I might be… or I might just be hungry,” You prod back, your stomach doing somersaults as her lips press to your forehead in a soft kiss. “I hope its the former…”

~~~~~~~

As the night went on, you, Wanda, and her sisters enjoyed the food. You were happy you got to know Wanda a bit more while you talked amongst yourselves. She told you about her troubles with Poseidon, and how she became the 'monster' everybody claims her to be. She mentioned how she is still mortal and will die a death as any other mortal would. 

It saddened you that she considered herself a ‘monster’, but you comforted her every time. She was not a monster in your mind. She was a victim who was punished for someone else’s doing, as were you. Although it was Poseidon who made his father angry, he punished you by trying to sacrifice you. You found common ground with Wanda. 

“I think we will head into the cave for the night,” Said Stheno, nudging Euryale. “Just be sure to put the fire out when you both are done.” 

Wanda nodded at her older sisters, shooing them away as she turned back to you. “It is such a beautiful night… I wish you could experience it the way I am,” She said to you, her fingernails tickling your arm as you lay in her lap. Her heart flutters at the feeling of your body weight in her lap, it grounded her. 

“I can see how beautiful it is by feeling it,” You turn your body so you are looking up at Wanda, her snakes curiously looking back down at you. “I feel a small breeze against my skin, and I can hear the waves crashing against the sand. I can smell the salt coming from the sea, and I can hear your breaths. All of these things are such a beautiful image to me.” 

Wanda’s lips pull up into a smile, a real, genuine smile. It had been so long since she felt as happy as this. It had been so long since she felt so carefree. As you spoke about your experience with your other senses, Wanda softly caressed your cheek. She hums quietly as she notices goosebumps form on your arms. “I have taken my sight for granted,” She says suddenly, taking in everything you said about feeling everything surrounding you. 

“To a deaf person, I have taken my hearing for granted as well, but I am grateful that I can hear your voice,” You counter her thoughts, wanting to make her not feel so guilty about her advantage of sight. 

“Your thoughts are just as beautiful as you are, sweetheart,” Wanda pauses, her fingers moving from your cheek to your neck. Slowly she moves closer to the dip in your dress, your breasts now free from their undergarments, and lying loosely behind the fabric of your toga. “You have the body of a goddess, the mind of a sage, and such a sweet personality.” 

Her hand gently cups your breast, nimble fingers rubbing over your hardened nipple, peaking through the white dress. Your hand goes to hers, holding it still. She freezes, “Can I see you, sweetheart? All of you?” She asks, knowing exactly how it felt being forced to submit to someone much more powerful than her.

As you sit upright, you untie the piece of seaweed holding your dress around your body, the sleeves sliding down past your shoulders finally revealing your round, perfectly shaped breasts. Wanda sucks in a soft breath, an aching in her belly starting to form. She needed you, badly. 

From her crossed-legged position on the ground, Wanda moves to her knees. You can sense her shifting, and you look around to follow the noises. Wanda's smooth hands softly guide you to your back, laying you gently against the sand below you. She then slowly pulls the rest of your dress off, exposing the rest of your beautiful body. “You are even more than I imagined…” She whispers, leaning down close to your chest. 

She presses a kiss to the valley of your bosom, moving her lips up your sternum and to your neck, hovering just over your jugular. You can feel her smile against your neck and you turn your head to expose more skin to her. 

The goddess above you couldn’t hold herself back any longer. Looking at your perfect body from her perspective was riveting, and it drove her mad. Her breath fanned against your lips, your body frozen and waiting for her to kiss you. That dull aching in Wanda's core grew, and she leaned down to kiss you deeply. Your arms wrapped around her neck, and you giggled as some of her snakes licked your hands. But Wanda wanted something else. 

Her eyes began to glow a bright red, her head of snakes wrapping around your wrists. You gasped but allowed it to happen. As she leaned down lower, her snakes held your arms to the ground, holding you open and exposed to Wanda. As she continued to kiss you, her hand crept down your belly and to the soft hairs of your mound. She rubbed your petals, smirking against your lips as she could feel how wet you already were. 

“Mmm, are you all wet just for me, sweet girl?” She whispers against your lips, chuckling softly as you nod desperately. “Such a good girl,” Her fingers finally dip between your wet folds, perfectly rubbing your button of nerves. A moan leaves your mouth, your legs spreading to give her more access. 

“Feels s-so good, W-wanda,” You whimper, never feeling such great pleasure before. Your back arched against the cool sand, your arms still pinned to the sides of your head. Squeezing your eyes shut, you saw starts as the tight coil in your core began to form. 

“I can feel that you’re close, sweet heart,” Wanda mumbles darkly against your cheek. Your mind clouded with a lustful mist, your legs shaking as your orgasm came crashing down upon you just as the waves did the sand. A loud moan leaves your mouth, Wanda's name being cried out by the woman underneath her. 

Your breaths come out in soft pants, gulping in as much air as you can as your orgasm calms down. But Wanda is far from done. Her snakes uncoil from your wrists and she moves her lips down your body, her mouth meeting your dripping folds. You let out a whimper, your clit sensitive from her previous ministrations. “Relax, sweet girl…” She whispers, “I need to taste you,”

Her lips close on your engorged clit, swirling her tongue in just the right way to make you moan her name. She spreads open your pussy with one hand, her fingers prodding at your tight hole with the other, and you jolt in surprise at the sudden intrusion. Wanda's snakes are quick to calm you down, their heads rubbing against your thighs in gentle circles. 

“Such a good girl, taking my fingers so well,” Wanda says, two of her long fingers sliding into your soaking hole, a whimper leaving your mouth at the same time. “Keep making those cute little sounds, love,” She eggs you on and you give in to every command. 

Your moans are music to her ears, the frequent movement of her fingers pulling each mewl from your throat. A ‘pop’ is sounded as her lips suctioned off of your clit, but returning soon after.

Her fingers move faster, and her tongue moving around your clit pushes you over the edge, causing your second orgasm to flow through you. Your juices squirt out of your quivering hole, soaking Wanda’s face along with some of her snakes. 

“Oh… how beautiful, and delicious you taste, sweetheart.” Wanda smiles against your pussy, pressing her lips to the top of your mound softly and kissing up your body. Her lips wrap around one of your nipples, and your hand reaches to find her pussy. 

“Wanna feel you…” You say, rubbing your hand over her belly and lower, finally reaching her pussy as you push your hand under her dress. 

“By all means. You are mine and I am yours,” Wanda says, resuming the pleasure of your nipple. 

You feel her clit, rubbing her in slow circles at first. Slowly, your fingers move to her hole as well, gently easing into her and smiling as you hear a moan from her mouth. The vibrations from her throat send more pleasure through your nipples, pulling more moans from your own mouth. 

As you move your fingers in and out of her wet cunt, the palm of your hand rubs against her clit. You can feel her body shake, her breath quiver, and her breasts against your own body. All sensations you never thought you would love so dearly. 

Wanda is close, and she leans up from your nipples to capture your lips in a passionate kiss, her hole clenching around your fingers as she cums. You swallow her moans, your free hand coming up to cup her cheek as you return the kiss. 

“Wands,” You whisper, not moving away just yet. Gently, you slide your fingers from her pussy, bringing them to your mouth and seductively sucking her juices off of your digits. “Such a ravishing taste, my love,” 

Hearing those last two words made Wanda's stomach do backflips. Belonging to someone was all she wanted, and she wanted you to belong only to her. “Your love?” She asks, pulling away just to see your lips move. 

“My love, Wanda,” You confirm, smiling as you lean up to kiss her again. 

~~~~~~~

It is long past midnight, and Wanda has you in her arms, both of your naked bodies pressed against each other. With your head on her chest, you can hear her heartbeat, the soft thumping calming and lulling you to sleep. 

“Thank you for saving me, Wanda. I- I don’t know what how I can express to you how grateful I am,” 

That sparks an idea in Wanda’s head. You were a kind and loving soul, most likely willing to do anything to repay someone for their own kindness. So, she makes her plan fall right into place. 

“Stay with me? Live here with me and my sisters? We all can tend to you, help you navigate, and we can even go to the village just East of here. But stay, please?” Wanda asks you, her lips gently pressing against your head as you think. 

“I have no one back where I am from. They all shunned me because I couldn’t see. I can’t say no to such an amazing and thoughtful proposal as this,” You sit up, maneuvering your body to straddle her lap as she leans against the rock that was settled closer to the water. You nuzzle your face into the crook of her neck, Lucky gently laying her head on yours as well, and you close your eyes. “I would love to stay with you, only you. Forever.” 

About who would see it. About whether your situationship would pause when it came across her feed. Whether she’d zoom in close enough to notice how comfortable the touch looked. Whether she’d care at all.

You told yourself you didn’t care. Still, an hour later, you were lying awake in the dark with your phone inches from your face, checking her socials again.

So no, it wasn’t wrong what you were doing. At least, you told yourself that often enough for it to almost sound true.

The new woman wasn’t even your fling. Barely even that, honestly. A few dates turning into nights together, lingering touches, texts that came in past midnight. She was easy to want. Funny enough to make you forget yourself for a while. Pretty enough to distract you completely when she had you under her.

You didn’t not like her.

She made you laugh over drinks until your stomach hurt. Made you see stars every time you ended up tangled together in her sheets. Made you feel desired in a way that felt effortless instead of complicated.

But every time afterward, eventually, you’d open your eyes and see her face beside you. And your heart would drop anyway. Not because you regretted sleeping with her. Not because you wanted your ex back, exactly.

It was just the awful realization that no matter how good someone else was, they still weren’t her.

Every time she kissed you, every touch against your skin, you waited for something to happen. Some spark. Some feeling strong enough to drown everything else out.

But there was nothing until your mind wandered to Wanda.

Only then did the heat come rushing in. Suddenly her hands burned against your skin, every kiss became something you chased desperately, your breath catching as you pulled her closer. But it wasn’t her you were reacting to. Never really her.

It was Wanda. Wanda’s mouth you imagined against yours. Wanda’s fingers deep inside you. Wanda’s voice slipping into the spaces between breaths. And the worst part was how easily your body responded once you let yourself picture her instead.

After each time, you’d lie there breathless beside your fling, her arm thrown lazily across your stomach while the emotions settled in slow and heavy. You were screwed.

The party was already loud by the time you got there. Music shaking the walls of your friend’s cramped off-campus house, cheap alcohol spilling across countertops, bodies packed shoulder-to-shoulder beneath dim colored lights. Skirts worn that would’ve gotten others sent out of lecture halls in seconds, tops hanging off shoulders like they were daring somebody to say something. You weren’t exactly dressed modestly either.

Your eyes met Wanda’s from across the room for the first time in months, and it hit you all at once how badly photos had failed to capture her. You’d stared at those eyes through screens often enough to memorize them, scrolling through old posts late at night like some pathetic ritual. But seeing them now, really seeing them, felt completely different.

It made you hold on tighter to your sanity.

You told yourself you could handle it. That seeing her wouldn’t undo you the way it used to. That months of distance, of silence, of pretending you were fine, had finally built something solid in you. But it didn’t feel solid when she finally approached you.

Wanda didn’t rush it. She never did. Just appeared at your side like she’d always belonged there, like months hadn’t passed in between. The conversation started easy enough, careful. Small updates. Polite smiles. The kind of normal people use when they’re trying not to acknowledge what’s still unresolved.

And then it shifted.

Your back pressed against the wall, the noise of the party reduced to a distant, muffled pulse. Light from the living room barely reached here, leaving everything dim, almost suspended. Trying to make its way up the staircase. Wanda was close, her body pressed against yours.

Your focus narrowed to the space between breaths, to the way she exhaled softly against your mouth before pulling you back in again. Every thought you’d been holding onto loosened at the edges, slipping away one by one until there was nothing left except the pressure of her against you and the sound of your own breathing trying to keep up.

You could feel the heat radiating from her, her body barely an inch away from yours. Her hand found its way to your hip, her fingers digging into the soft flesh, pulling you even closer. You could feel her breath, hot and ragged, against your neck, her lips brushing against your skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"You've been avoiding me," she whispered, her voice low, her tone accusing. You could feel the truth of her words, the months of distance, the silence that had grown between you. You had been avoiding her, trying to forget the intensity of your last encounter, trying to move on.

But now, with her body pressed against yours, her lips on your skin, her fingers digging into your hip, you realized that you hadn't moved on. You hadn't forgotten. You had just been delaying the inevitable.

"I've been busy... we've... been on break," you lied, your voice barely audible over the pounding of your heart. Wanda chuckled, a low, sultry sound that sent a jolt of desire through you. She knew you were lying, she could see right through you, she always could.

"Busy with what?" she asked, her voice mocking, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "With your new fling? The one you were clinging to earlier?"

You could feel your face flushing at the mention of your new partner, your body betraying you, your desire for Wanda growing with each word she spoke. She knew she had you, she knew she had the upper hand, and she was enjoying it.

"And we're on break, not on two different sides of a chasm."

"Wanda," you whispered, a plea, a warning, a surrender. You didn't know what you were asking for, what you were giving in to. All you knew was that you needed her, you needed her touch, her kiss, her body on top of yours.

"What do you want, baby?" she asked, her voice low, her eyes locked with yours. "Tell me what you want."

You hesitated, your body aching with need, your mind filled with images of her, of you, of the two of you together. You wanted her, you wanted her touch, her kiss, her body on top of yours.

"I want you to kiss me," you said, your voice steady, your eyes challenging.

She kissed you, her lips soft, her tongue demanding, her body pressing against yours. She was intense, she was passionate, she was everything you needed. She was giving you what you wanted, but she was also taking, taking control, taking your breath away, taking your heart. She guided you back into some room, shutting the door behind the two of you.

You could feel your body responding, your heart pounding, your breath coming in short gasps. You could feel your desire growing, your need for her increasing with each passing moment. You wanted more, you wanted everything.

You deepened the kiss, your tongue tangling with hers, your hands exploring her body, your fingers digging into her flesh. She moaned, her body pressing against yours, her hands reaching for you, her fingers finding the hem of your shirt, pulling it up, exposing your skin. You could feel her touch, hot and urgent, her fingers tracing the curve of your body, her hands cupping your breasts.

You gasped, your body arching into her touch, your mind filled with images of her, of you, of the two of you together. She seemed to sense your desire, her hands moving faster, her touch becoming more insistent, more demanding. She was undressing you, her hands pushing your shirt up, her fingers unhooking your bra, her hands cupping your breasts, her thumbs rubbing against your nipples.

You could feel your body responding, your nipples hardening, your breath coming in short gasps, your body aching with need.

And then, suddenly, she stopped. Her hands left your body, her touch disappearing, her lips leaving yours. You could feel the loss, your body aching with need, your mind filled with questions, with confusion.

"Why did you stop?" you asked, your voice barely audible, your eyes locked with hers. She smiled, a slow, wicked smile that promised more pleasure than you could bear.

"Because I want to hear you beg," she whispered, her voice low. "I want to hear you say it."

You hesitated, your body aching with need, your mind filled with images of her, of you, of the two of you together. You wanted her, you wanted her touch, her kiss, her body on top of yours.

"I want you to fuck me," you said, your voice steady, your eyes challenging. Wanda's eyes widened in surprise, her body tensing against yours. She hadn't been expecting that, hadn't been expecting you to take control.

But she recovered quickly, her eyes gleaming with excitement, her lips curving into a smile. "Mmm," she murmured, her hand reaching between your legs, her fingers finding your clit, her touch sending waves of pleasure through you.

Her touch was electric, her fingers expertly stroking you, her thumb circling your clit with just the right amount of pressure. You could feel your body responding, your hips bucking, your breath coming in short gasps. You were so close, so ready, your body aching for release.

"I want you to lick me," you said, breathy, in betwen gasps. "I want your tongue on me, your mouth on me, your face between my legs."

Her fingers find the edge of your panties, pulling them aside. She looked up at you, her eyes locked with yours, her breath hot against your core. And then she licked you, her tongue flat against your clit, her touch sending waves of pleasure through you. You moaned, your body arching into her touch, your hands finding her hair, your fingers tangling in the soft strands.

She started to move, her tongue circling your clit, her fingers slipping inside you, her touch sending you closer and closer to the edge. You could feel your orgasm building, your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps. As your body trembled with the aftershocks, Wanda pulled away, her touch leaving you bereft. You whimpered, your body aching for more, your mind filled with thoughts of her, of you, of the two of you together. You wanted more, you needed more. You've been craving her for months.

Wanda seemed to sense your desire, her lips curving into a smile. She reached down, her hand moving between her legs, her fingers unbuckling something. You heard a rustling sound, and then you saw it - a strap-on harness, a thick, silicone cock attached to it.

Your eyes widened in surprise.

"Is this what you want, baby?" she asked, her voice low, her eyes locked with yours. You could only nod, your body aching with need, your mind filled with images of her, of you, of the two of you together.

She stood up, her body towering over yours, her hand guiding the cock to your entrance. She pressed the tip against you, her eyes never leaving yours, her breath hot against your face. "Tell me you want it," she whispered, her voice demanding, her eyes challenging.

"I want it," you said, your voice steady, your eyes locked with hers. "I want you to fuck me with it, Wanda. I want you to fill me up...."

Wanda hums in some sort of approval, her hands gasping at you to flip you onto your stomach. Her body moving forward, the cock sliding inside you. You moaned, your body arching into her touch, your hands reaching for her, your fingers digging into her flesh. Filling you up, giving you exactly what you begged for.

She grabbed your hips, her fingers digging into the soft flesh, her body slamming against yours. She was fucking you hard, her hips thrusting forward, her cock sliding in and out of you. You could feel every inch of her, filling you up, stretching you, sending waves of pleasure through you. Gasps of her name and nothingness come bumbling out from between your lips.

You could feel your orgasm building again, your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps. You were so close, so ready, your body aching for release. And then, suddenly, she stopped again. Her body moved away from yours, her touch disappearing. You whimpered at the loss, your body aching with need, your mind filled with confusion, with frustration.

"I want to look at you while I make you come," she whispered. She turned you around, her hands guiding you onto your back, her body moving between your legs. Your knees pressed so tightly against you, her body coming down on top, almost pressing you into this position.

She pressed the tip of the cock against your sopping entrance again, her eyes locked with yours, her body moving forward. She slid inside you, her cock filling you up, her body moving slowly, sensuously, her eyes never leaving yours.

She was fucking you slowly, her hips moving in a steady rhythm, her cock sliding in and out of you. She was looking at you, her eyes filled with desire, with love, with obsession. She was fucking you, she was making love to you, she was giving you everything you wanted, everything you needed.

You could feel your orgasm building again, your body tensing, your breath coming in short gasps. You were so close, so ready, your body aching for release. And then, suddenly, it hit you. Your orgasm crashed over you, your body convulsing, your eyes rolling back, your mouth opening in a silent scream.

Wanda stayed with you, her body moving slowly, sensuously, her cock sliding in and out of you, her eyes locked with yours. She was looking at you, she was with you, she was giving you everything you needed, everything you wanted.

And as you came down from your high, your body sated, your mind filled with thoughts of Wanda, you knew one thing for sure. You had her, you had her touch, her kiss, her body on top of yours. And you would never let her go again.